#what’s wrong with people

[lokigirlszendaya]

Someone had the balls to post this on Tik Tok. (hunterscyaree) (artist credit: beetlecrest)

I JUST WANTED TO EAT MY LUNCH IN PEACE!!! WHY DO THIS TO ME!!!! NOW IMMA BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY AND DREAM ABOUT THIS! IF THIS HAPPENS IMMA DECK JENNIFER AND THE CREW!!

[bitch-nipple]

Sometimes you just have to accept that a piece of shit is a piece of shit; that shit is still going to smell even if you keep trying to paint it gold.

[coffeedrgn87]

I’m absolutely freaking livid!

Someone posted a translation of the first book of my Little Prince, Kneel kink fic on Wattpad without ever asking for my permission! I’m absolutely clear about my stance on translations, inspired works, and podfics. I welcome and appreciate them so long as the creator asks me first and the work is posted on AO3 with the appropriate credit, for which AO3 offers plenty of options.

I’ve already filed a takedown request with Wattpad but I’m afraid that they won’t honour my request and remove the story!

Please, what else can I do? Anything have any advice?

[that-scorpio]

I really can’t make this stuff up….

Dude inboxed me with NO pictures and didn’t want to send me one ON HERE IN MY INBOX because he runs a porn blog, but wanted to send one on snap. I let it be known that I wasn’t giving our my snap since I didn’t know who he was. This dude sends me a picture of his dick instead 🥴🥴

BLOCKED WITH THE QUICKNESS

[alberta-sunrise]

Men of Tumblr… stop sending me pictures of your cocktail sausages.

No woman wants that! They’re not cute!

Vent over!

[harringtonfan4]

I’m about to shut off anon asks….idk who thinks it’s funny to call someone those names when you don’t even know them….if you don’t like me block me or don’t follow me 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

[christophernolan]

ah yes she made cocaine bear i had sure it would be big hit

Who?? There’s a movie?? Called Cocaine bear???

[ink-the-artist]

Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an  adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol 

[officialspec]

can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis

[quilandscroll]

Artists of tumblr, I wanna know your thoughts on this..

There’s a big difference between making a public post about selling commissions and harassing people in DMs to Buy Your commissions.

I genuinely support and believe if you have art skills to sell, you sell publicly and you also display what you can do, as well as your sales page for other to see and choose to purchase.

I DO NOT believe in dropping into DMs of people to request they buy things from you and dropping a private sad story to guilt someone you don’t know.

I see this too many times with artists I know and love to commission from, or even new artists if I’m asking them IN A PUBLIC REPLY if they have a commission page to Order From..

I see people taking the reply asking to buy art, as an invitation to message these artists to request the ARTIST buy art from THEM

I’m sorry for the rant, but I gotta know, am I a jerk for growing up thinking this kind of behavior is rude af, or does this bother other artists out there too?

[clairehadenough]

https://x.com/starrglrl/status/1759244628614918477?s=46

From Seb Stan fandom, they’re going through the same thing with the Pr maniacs and the delulus. I wonder if those people have any work or any other hobbies besides obsessing over male celebrities

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[bruciemilf]

“Bruce is emotionally incompetent and can’t step outside his own morality” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Dick is extremely stubborn and thinks he’s right all the time” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Jason has hypocritical tendencies” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“ Tim is entitled and doesn’t think about people when seeking results, and often acts uncaring” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Damian is rude and bratty” yeah, it’s a character flaw.

Also, some people may not even regard everything listed above as flaws.

Having negative traits allows incredible flexibility within your characters, what makes them intriguing, what makes them easy to relate to. If you want to write people, then write people. But they can’t be good and clean all the time.

[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.