#what do you fucking mean

[tanjir0se]

Naruto is fucking CRAZY are you shitting me??

Sakura: Please bring Sasuke back :(

Naruto: wow you must really love him huh Sakura?

Naruto: from the deepest part of my heart I know exactly how you feel

Me:

[elijah-loyal]

liveblog tmagp 7

oh god i forgot how much i hate/love the intro music (see: my post about the fact that parts of it are missing for me bc of my ear and hearing issues <3)

oh no i think celia's smart, oh that poor woman

OH NO SHES DEFINITELY SMART SHE QUESTIONS (pookie no, stay alive </3)

HILLTOP?!!?!!? MOTHERFUCKER NOOOOOOO-

(the chills crawled up my throat and i felt like throwing up <33 thank you episode writer for this horror)

uh oh shouting human face???

hey i think it's funny how she can't remember their names?? whats that all about

"it's all for a good cause" i feel like that's gonna come back to bite them in the ass soon

"personal development sabbatical" my ass

oh god these bitches would have HAD my ass with the printing press and taxidermy vulture and medical equipment

woa who the fuck are these people?? evil anatomy students core??

again, the sound design for this is so beautiful and fucking terrifying, kudos to everyone for that <33

oh god

oh god she recognizes him

oh fuck is it actually jon

is he actually in the fucking computer

(i am on the verge of tears)

SAM

SAM NO

FUCK, JON

JON?!?!

HOLY HSIT OH FUCK NONOJNONN)OIJOIJNJ()IJI

ok im actually crying right now, oh fuck guys, what the fuck

oh shit colin knows

(lmao though bro was funny asf)

everyone just absolutely BASHING on gwen's nepotism lmfao

WAIT HILLTOP BURNING DOWN - HERE'S HOW AGNES MONTAGUE CARRIED HER LEGACY ACROSS UNIVERSES--

[yikes-eliott]

HC that remus’ whole mood was ruined for the day when he overheard someone say they don’t like chocolate cake but love red velvet

[spearxwind]

This is the most tone deaf bs ive ever read in my life what do you MEAN!!!!

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

log into Instagram and find out that jellie died this is the worst fucking year

[biomic]

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I just saw the word acceptable written as “except-able” and I cannot fucking deal

[dudefrommywesterns]

you know what's bugging the shit out of me though?

I've lost something like 30 or 35 pounds (the last time i weighed myself was 4 months ago and i'd lost 25 then and i'm still visibly losing weight. enough that people comment). pretty much everything i own (L/XL) is getting loose.

BUT I CAN STILL BARELY FIND A DRESS THAT FITS

[0zzysaurus]

It’s all over for me

[mango7188]

TITI NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[ayy-junipei]

Fears

[cognitiveinequality]

So... a bunch of NFT grifters threw a party in Hong Kong this weekend and reportedly a bunch of attendees are now at risk of permanent eyesight damage because the promoters used unsafe lighting, and people are going to the ER...

[madame-mongoose]

What the gleep!!! Follow me for cool art!!!

[drulalovescas]

There were two recliners. And two beers between the recliners. TWO. And Sam didn't know about the Dean Cave. He had no idea. But Cas knew. CAS KNEW--

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)