man, the weird contrarian wave of people going on about how spoiling things is no big deal and if spoilers upset you then you just don't know how to experience media right that happened on here a while ago was so weird
as a certified autist who loves rereading/playing/watching/etc the same stuff 500 times and still gets joy out of it i know perfectly well that knowing the plot doesn't necessarily negate enjoyment
but experiencing something fresh for the first time and experiencing something again or with pre-existing knowledge are two different experiences and ideally i would always like to have both for any piece of media i like. especially if it's a mystery or twist or w/e where guessing along the first time is part of the appeal
really don't see how that's at all hard to understand
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HI I SAW THAT U GO TO PNCA WAS CURIOUS WHAT U THINK ABT THE SCHOOL, they offered me scholarship & stuff for anim but i dunno is it worth it? for like networking and learning and stuff
hi!! i actually finished up at pnca back in december (and i officially graduate in like three weeks! yippee!) so yeah! here's some of my thoughts on the school as somebody with a bfa in illustration and a minor in creative writing from there!
1. the teachers are amazing, they do not get paid enough for everything they do bc almost every prof i had at pnca went above and beyond for me if i needed help and consistently gave me rly rly useful direct critique
2. you get what you put in. the teachers are great but they will 100% let you stay at yr current skill level if you don't put in effort to get better so it's easy to kind of slip behind and stay there if you're not careful
3. pnca is currently either in the middle of or already finished with a merger with a bigger school in oregon (a bigger school that does Not Know What An Art School Is) so i'd be prepared for some incredibly annoying administration quirks relating to that lmao
4. really supportive environment imho, they will trust that you know what youre doing but they'll also be there to course-correct
5. networking! pnca actually has a partnership with laika and nike so they come visit p often and beyond that a lot of the professors are still working industry artists so it's not that hard to find networking opportunities but again you gotta search for them yourself
(secret number 6 bc idk if this applies to you haha but as a poc it was very apparent the whole time that pnca is a very white institution (like every art school sadly) and that's reflected in a very very white student body, im one of 20 black students enrolled and id be shocked if the total population of poc students exceeded 100 so be prepared as a poc to bear witness to some incredible White People Shit)
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are you the one with the nt series where sloth is all buff and hanging out with the user's twinky oc? there was something also about sloth turning into a snowbunny? was that you or another guy?
do you know what i'm talking about if it isn't you... because if not this is embarrassing...
Anon I have no idea what you're talking about.
I haven't publish (nor read for that matter) anything NT related in maybe a decade.
Now, that said... The what comic about dr sloth's twink??
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Alright I was tagged by @jojameswinter and @alphinias so here we go!
7 Up Writing Tag Game
An excerpt from the no longer secret Jiara SWATH AU for the Royals square from Jiara Bingo
At that very moment, Kiara dangled precariously from the apple tree, reaching as far as her arm and the fingers attached to it would stretch. The apple she snatched down nearly tumbled from her palm and took her with it, but she wrapped her arms around the sturdier branches and threw her head back, laughing at Pope’s sharp intake of breath and the exhale that followed it.
“I did advise caution,” he told her, shakily accepting the fruit. Kiara’s shoulder rose and fell, and she sat beside him, swinging her legs over the edge of the large branch they occupied.
“I did not fall, did I? Thus, I was cautious enough.”
Soon enough the apple is forgotten about, tossed to the ground by a startled Pope upon hearing the voice of his father calling for him. He and Kiara descended the tree quickly, scampering off before the call grew closer.
Spring turned to summer, and summer to autumn. With the fading of the light and leaves from the trees came the worst tragedy Kiara could fathom.
As every good thing must, the princess’ golden childhood came to an end.
Tagging @ghostiewriter @whitetrashjj @onlyhereforangst @rojaswarren @jiaraisinthegoodplace @goingfullpogue @hmspogue
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Completely fixated on making my cloak the past couple of days and now have the hood almost completely done and the cloak pieces measured, cut, and marked to be sewed together. I've sewed a zigzag pattern into the hems of the hood and already planned how I'm going to jazz it up with stitching in embroidery thread over the top to hide the machine stitching and make it look like it was more roughly made
I've also been making rings for chainmail which I am going to put as a mini top layer across my shoulders, and have started loosely planning the arm pieces to go with it as I have material from old green trousers that is stiff enough to work well as a base
My brain has been wirring like mad all weekend and I am EXHAUSTED but happy with my progress
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chapter 13 was written in the perfect moment of time between migraines and freedom from work stress
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U know how sometimes you feel a bit (and that bit can vary wildly) sad about how many flaws you have (which is normal and human) and how much growing you can do (which is a good goal but perhaps self destructive once you're putting off A Certain Amount of life until you've done "more work" with that goal post of "more work" always moving farther even though at a certain point you should probably accept that every person is somewhat flawed and always needs to grow more and it's okay to Actively Live one's life and enjoy it DURING that endless process of growing)
Well I certainly feel that way again. I feel like all I should do in my free time for the next 3 months (rather than play or create or self care) is do workbooks for healing and growing. And that I shouldn't bother with my life goals again until I've completed the workbooks At Minimum. (And my instincts are saying ummm that plan sounds like a touch workaholic and avoiding actually living life and isolating)
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it hurts to look at the same sky as you
often i wonder if you think of me as more than a lesson
as more of a healer than a friend
who am i in my core if not an inevitable abandonment?
friendships slip from my fingers like sand
at the beach i was burried in
i forget my name, forget my home,
i think of only you and why you left
with the dagger in your hands and the smile on your lips
you carve our initials on me
like lovers on a willow tree
forget your name, forget your home
forget the roots you planted in me
i stay with our initials carved on my chest
yelling sorry to an empty forest.
faeries (gone, fogrotten)
𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙭𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣
𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙
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