#this will be me this will be me this will be me this will

[kosmogrl]

[strawbunnydoesart]

✨💫Quick WIP of @kianamaiart 's lil magical girl character! I literally love her design sm (her monotone and "I'm done with life" expressions are my favorite shdgjshaksjsj) ⭐️

It's a bit messy and I need to work on the contrast more so it's easier to read,, but I think the overall composition and colors are nice :)) I might work on it a bit more but ehhhhh what if I said I don't wanna

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[pangur-and-grim]

look at that transformation! well done, Belphie, you’ve defeated death!

[ayo-edebiri]

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES in Thunderbolts* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[scurvyboy]

they're gay or whatever

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[melonsharks]

sketchy but stan probably feels conflicted having them around EVERY summer for fixing-a-dangerous-portal reasons but. strong familial adoration wins every time.

[kosmogrl]

how the world feels when you listen to a song for the first time and immediately know you'll love it forever

[erysium]

mysteries 🌜 happy autumn equinox!

[prokopetz]

Tumblr: Isn't it funny how Japanese light novels have such improbably long titles? Isn't it weird?

English literature for most of the 17th–19th Centuries:

[Image description – A photograph of a book published in 1810, whose title reads, in full: "A Reviving Cordial for a Sin-Sick Despairing Soul, in the Time of Temptation, Being an Account of the Miraculous Preservation of the Author’s Bodily Life From Many Imminent Dangers; and of the Way in Which the Spirit of God Effected the Deliverance Of His Soul From the State of Nature to the State of Grace. To Which Is Subjoined, the Only Refuge of a Troubled Soul, in the Time of Tribulation and Affliction; or, The Mystery of the Apple-Tree, Explained and Laid Open, in Two Discourses From Cant. ii. 3", by the Rev. James Barry, Minister of the Gospel.]

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about older bf!simon that doesn’t have to understand it to get behind it

“y’sure sweet’art? i could do with a shower”

you didn’t have to say anything, just had to look at him a certain way to tell him everything he had to know

“oh, thas’ the point innit?”

he doesn’t get it, but he always gets it

thick thighs spread on the couch with a spit-slicked fist stroking his cock steadily

your tongue rolling over his balls, sucking one into your mouth as you dug your fingernails into the taught muscle of his legs

“jus’ like that, oh- you filthy fuckin’ thing, you”

he smelt like hard work, like a long day, like manual labour, like-

he smelt like simon

the sound of your deep inhale wasn’t lost on him, making his eyes roll back in his head as it accompanied the lewd wet sounds of your lips

beating his cock faster, the other slipped around the back of your head to pull you in and keep you right where he wanted you

doesn’t have to understand to enjoy

“thas’ it, hold y’head steady f’me now”

[cactus-teeth-art]

finished yayyy

[fagsex]

tearing apart his prefab hamburger as if it was meat and he was a lion and the meat was a freshly killed gazelle and he was the king of the fucking savannah