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i didn’t realize i was that old

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imagine being so sad that this is what you do with your life. it’s a video game character.

hey just letting ya know posting to the tag #marionette for fnaf stuff is both incorrect and cross tagging (against tos). Appropriate tags for the puppet/marionette character include: #fnaf puppet #puppet fnaf #fnaf marionette and #marionette fnaf

But.... she is a marionette? And people post her in the marionette tag....? Also what on Earth is crosstagging???? Also Also my account has 4 followers and a used napkin i truly feel like this is not that big a deal. But yk what thanks for the info :D

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jumping on this bandwagon!! hello!!

im a writing minor and i SO get it. i’m in love with the school and the program and everything it has to offer but there are some things i def wish i knew before getting into my freshman year!!

- you don’t choose your classes your first year. it’s annoying to me bc i have classes i want to take and professors who are letting me fast track through their programs and i can’t do that yet— BUT i love not having to worry about having to go down to advising or getting my time ticket or any of that yet. SCAD has a big emphasis on letting you settle in freshman year, and it’s just really nice.

- the ~1.3k just to say yes i would like to go here??? is INSANE. it also doesn’t go away. i work at the school now and when i was applying, if i had gotten a different position, i wouldn’t be living on campus. but, i hadn’t been notified yet, so i had to pay the 750 to hold a spot for housing. you don’t get that refunded and you can’t be late, or you don’t get housing. oh my god is it a pain in the ass. but, like loud said, there are tons of advisors and walk-in appointments you can go see and talk to at literally any point in time and they will give you scholarships without you knowing. i had an issue with my adhd medication from coming from a state with different laws, and after they found me a psychiatrist i got an email that my financial aid got updated. adhd scholarship. yay. why didn’t you tell me that before.

- so i’m a film major right. i also had a lot of other colleges that i could apply for (and some i could get full ride at AUGH) but ultimately i chose SCAD for connections and whatnot. oh my god am i glad i did. by the end of second quarter i had been on seven film sets and directed my own short, and been an extra on a thesis film. the culture here is like nothing fucking else. everyone wants everyone to succeed, and they will make sure you do. it’s kind of magical and dream-like and i am so glad i go here.

best of luck with everything! i’m @/odieodieoxenfree on insta if anything else comes up!! go bees!!

Hello! I’ve just recently been excepted into SCAD and I would really like to go for Dramatic Writing. I’m not sure if you know anything about that course, but any info about that major or the school in general would be super helpful. I don’t come from a wealthy family (at all) and as you know, SCAD is very costly. To even say I want to go to the school, I’d have to put out $1,250, which would be rather difficult for my family at the moment (not to mention tuition costs). I just want to know if the school is worth it and if I should take this jump. I really want to go to school for Dramatic Writing and my other college option doesn’t have the same courses, resources, or opportunities as SCAD does and I’m not sure if I’d like it there. Any thoughts you have on the school are appreciated. Thanks a bunch! <3

HAI!!! So short answer: YES GO TO SCAD

Longer answer:

Hey! It's great to talk to you! So as a motion media major, I dont have a lot of information on the dramatic writing major. BUT I do have a LOT of info on the school as a whole!

Money

Scholarships

So I really sympathize with your situation as I came into SCAD in an INCREDIBLY rough financial situation with my family. I still am! And it's true, scad is pricey, dude. but. There are resources. If you want specific links and resources, I would not mind at all talking to you through more replies or through dms, whatever you feel comfortable with! But from a general standpoint, what i recommend for you is emailing the scad advising team (your advisor) or the scad admission department and asking them about your undergrad scholarships. If you have a lot of high school credits, good grades, GPA, leadership positions, awards, etc. Anything like that, I would tell them about it! I would tell them anything about your position, your circumstances, why the school is important to you, what you need, all of that! Tell them everything and try and get everything you can out of them through scholarships to cut down that hefty cost. I know some people here who got over 20k from just doing that, going back and forth with the advising team. It's especially helpful if you talk to them about what other schools may be offering you in comparison. I would also recommend going to the scad website and looking at THEIR resources for outside scholarships. So far, they have been so much more authentic and useful than niche or scholarships.org for me, at least.

Loans

So I ended up getting a pretty decent number in scholarships for my first year, but i was still left with a LOT of money I needed in loans. I think my best piece of advice here is to not be afraid of loans or debt. Yes, you should respect this is a big decision and that you need to take it seriously, but the fact is that the majority of people are in major amounts of debt and they still live their lives. I really recommend, if your family is able, to apply for the FAFSA Parent PLUS loan. It is super reliable, and it's through FAFSA, which is LEAGUES better than private loans. If you are going to look for private loans, then always focus on those apr rates, but I really don't recommend it, period. I would also recommend accepting those smaller loans scad offers. Now, a warning about the Parent PLUS loan, you need a decent credit score for it. Well, maybe not you, but someone in your family does. I come from a single parent household, and my dad's credit score was denied for the loan, so we reached out to my grandad back home to be an assistant on the loan. What this means is that, while the loan is under my dad's name and he and I are responsible for paying it back, they are using my grandads credit score as collateral. Now, this loan has to be refreshed every year, so you are stacking the loans on top of each other, but this is normal. This is what everyone does, so dont be intimidated. Plus, there's always a chance you can increase your scholarship number as the quarters go one, so hopefully, that loan amount decreases each time!

Prep

Build and submit a portfolio and resume if you haven't already. There are pretty hefty scholarships for a good portfolio and resume. I ended up earning some of my money from that, so if you ever need help, feel free to reach out, but remember your advising team (should) always be there to help! You mentioned being a dramatic writing major; your portfolio can include your writing works, but i would also include any other works of art you've created if you have other mediums of art. And if you don't, that's okay!!! It's just always helpful to have a diverse portfolio.

School life

On the topic of the school itself, I will be fully honest, no matter who you are, there is a community here for you.

I personally came from a super weird and out of the ordinary high school and even with those odd social standards, I have had NO problem meeting some of the most wonderful people. I encourage you to join the discord groups they have for upcoming scad students and exploring some of the groups they ahve as you get accustomed, and then branch out if you do choose to go here! There's so many clubs, sports, teams, groups, everything you can name is here! Maybe not as many sports as one would like but even then they have some crazy stuff lol! Actually, in that same vein, i actually volunteer with the freshman kinda outreach program they have called SCAD Squads? It's a group that organizes these super fun events for students to get to know each other and have fun throughout the quarters from huge karaoke nights with strangers to color runs to game nights and whatever else we can think of! So just trust me, in a social aspect, you will belong.

School itself

It's worth it. 1000000%. I know I'm only a year in, but oh my god. I have made the most insane and wonderful connections through this school. From celebrities within the fields, I like to professors that have done EVERYTHING. The professors are almost always more than qualified for what they teach in a way that gets you excited to learn from them. It really is a dream. Not to mention, the work is insane. Yea, the workload can be a bit much for some people depending on your major, but it is so worth it. My art has dramatically improved since I've been here, and the work I have done is vastly important. The classes you take here and the lessons you learn, I promise you won't find anywhere else. In fact, SCAD even has a copyright on how they teach their classes I found out lol. So quite literally you won't get it anywhere else. Point is, yes it's expensive, sometimes it may even feel like more pricey than its worth, yes it's hard work, no it isn't perfect, but I promise you it is worth it. The amount of times I have been walking home from class and just seen the sun set over the trees and felt so overwhelmed with just how grateful I am to be here.

Complaints and warnings

This school isn't perfect. You will meet those asshole guys who you're surprised go to an art school when they've got those weird homophobic views or whatever. You will meet rude professors or classmates or faculty. You will feel dissapointed by a grade or hurt at the loss of a scholarship. I mean dude were going through a housing crisis where SCAD is accepting more people then they have rooms for! There are problems with this school, but you will find they all seem small when you are walking down Broughton with a group of friends and the knowledge that you will be leaving this school with a job doing something you love. I know this all seems like an insane advertisement or an invitation to a cult. But I need you to understand I'm a real person dude. I was a kid who came from a rough home and world where I didn't feel like I would ever find a place that felt right. I came from a place where I thought I would never escape the things I was going through. And now I'm living my dream doing what I love every single day. It's like disgusting how much of a walking advertisement I've become lmao.

Conclusion

Anyway lol. Sorry for the long yap session but I hope I've convinced you to go and that I was able to help you in some way. I promise this school is worth it's weight in gold and I am so open to any questions you may have! Whether it be here or on Instagram at @loudn0ises (I respond more over there), I am always happy to help. Good luck to everyone out there and i hope to see you around campus! :D

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why his bush out

Free will

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i watched the workout strain this poor man. very sad

How i feel after working out for the first time in ages

(I am a big baby)

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[skyrim guard voice] i heard kendrick lamar murdered drake… with his voice! shouted him apart!

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EHEHEHHEHEHE

No spoilers but me and @tis0bug may or may not be cooking something up so take our wip size chart

As an apology for me not posting recently lol

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so. sonic huh

watched a bunch of media with @loudn0isesart and went INSANE so here’s my little guy

her name is tuzi! i’m a big rouge kisser so naturally they are too. she’s a jackalope!

i’ve been trying to reference the later archie comics for developing an art style when drawing them, and it’s a bit of a struggle bus lol.

plus a bit of a nausicaa related disease

guys i like this movie so MUCH

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gang sonic (1996)

It’s not even music it’s just his name over and over again

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so. sonic 3

very new to this fandom!! please be patient as i figure out how to draw the creatures. they take over my brain

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Sorry about your boyfriend. Yeah, a wild pack of family dogs came running through the yard, and the dogs took him away. Yeah, we guess he was eaten up okay. Sorry

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WAAA LETS GO

-i was a competitive dancer! i did pointe and contemporary mostly. i aged out lolol

-i’ve been in intensive therapy since i was eight, and now starting the process for a ptsd service dog

- heterochromia!

-longer, kind of gorey one under the cut

so when i was a kid, i lived on a canal that lead into the river. my parents had canoes and we’d take them through the canal and go to all of the little mangrove islands a mile or two out. peak summer fun.

i love swimming and going to the springs and stuff and i HATE water shoes, so i tend to just take my clothes and camera when i swim out there. foreshadowing.

at this point in my life i’m around ten or twelve, and swimming on the bottom of the river and collecting rocks and such. we’re at a mangrove island so my parents dock the canoe on the shore and i have to kick hard against the bottom of the river to swim back up. well. OWIE, but i figured it was just a rock or something

i get to the island and walk up and my foot HURTS. i look back and im tracking BLOODY FOOTPRINTS so i start to panic. i pick up my foot and there’s BARNACLES IN THERE.

i have three long cuts in the fleshy part that are filled with the suckers. i hop over to my dad and show him and he basically throws me into the canoe and we start rowing home. we’re about an hour out from the canal so i’m tired and crying bc the only worse pain i’ve ever felt is literally cracking my skull but that’s another story.

my mom is talking about er and surgical removal and im UPSET because im ten and i dont want another surgery. bad times. so they take me home and im carried into the bathroom all princess style and my mom promises she can get the barnacles out.

i have to put my foot in the tub to wash the sand and dirt off of my wound and i can feel the suckers in there. bad and icky. im kind of panicking still but i feel better with some advil.

until my mom, who comes in with one of my dad’s BIG ASS KNIVES (he’s a chef!) and grabs my ankle.

i start begging and pleading to be taken to the hospital. my mom is upset she can’t do surgery on me and my dad drives me to the er and i get steak and shake on the way.

tldr: i had thirteen barnacles stuck in my foot and getting a tetanus shot in the arc of your foot is maybe the worst thing in the world. i was awake when they were ✨digging around in there✨ and it was awful.

until four months later when another whole ass barnacle pushed itself from the bottom of my foot.

thank you for coming to my tedtalk. please wear water shoes

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

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so the shadowpeach bio parent au ( @kyri45 ) update happened, huh?

no but WAHHHHH i’ve been STALKING this comic w @loudn0isesart while on break from uni, and oh my god??? hello??

huge jttw fan before lmk came out, so seeing all the little details from the novel in this comic makes me go CRAZY

image without writing under the cut if you’re freaky like that

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corcovado || LMK Bad Things Happen Bingo

Chapter 1/3

Word Count: ~1.7k

Rating: Teen

Content Warnings: Canon-Typical violence

wawawa it is here!!

im working on editing/posting the remaining chapters and also posting my second fic, but with my quarter ending next week and being knee-deep in finals (art school RIP) it might be a little slow.

read it here on ao3 if you're not a fan of tumblr formatting!

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Mei can hear her father’s voice in her head almost every second of every day. His tone is sharp, pointing, and disappointed. 

“Conceal yourself,” He would say, when her emotions got the best of her. “This is not how a Dragon behaves.” 

She could often shove his voice aside. Xiaotan was as impulsive and loud as she was, his energy was always something she could bounce off of instead of shove down. He was her best friend, her rock, and something she could depend on. He made her life better, made her father’s voice a little quieter. 

She loved her father, truly, but he made her chest ache. She couldn’t relax, or be herself around him like she could around Xiaotan. It exhausted her. 

Maybe that’s why she needs to prove herself to her friend.

Xiaotan is a true warrior– everything Mei wants to be. He’s strong and courageous and the picture perfect example of a successor. He’s everything Mei should be. He handles his powers with ease and controls his wild, crazed abilities. Even when his yokai form tempts and pulls at his mind, he can root himself in reality and carry on swinging. He is protective, empathetic, and perfect. He’s everything Mei needs to be. 

She watches Xiaotan and his mentor, his almost father. She watches as they play and spar and exist together. She hears her father’s voice and begins to feel something else towards Xiaotan. Something sick and twisted, like a slime crawling its way across her skin. 

Jealousy. 

Mei reaches a hand underneath her tee shirt, thumbing under the center gore of her bra wire and to the ridged scar that lies on her sternum. A constant marr on her body from the Samadhi Fire. It seems to heat under her touch as she watches Xiaotan shove the heel of his palm through the Monkey King’s defense, cackling at their intricate dance. She presses her hand over the old, healed wound as it thrums in time with the lilts in Wukong’s laughter. Her lips turn down, a familiar anger setting into her body. White hot and almost comfortable. 

She stands, suddenly and with a little too much power. Her chest aches, but for some reason the harsh movements quell the constant pain. Xiaotan looks to her as she moves, stalling in his sparring, and she plasters on her signature grin. Her canines poke out over her bottom lip now, catching the skin and scratching ever so slightly. She relishes in the momentary prick. 

Conceal yourself. 

“I’m headin’ out, MK!” She yawns, stretching her arms above her head and rising to the balls of her feet. “Red Boy wanted me over at his dojo hours ago. Don’t wanna make him any more flame-ey then he already is.” She wiggles her fingers by her hair, making a poof sound as she crosses her eyes. Xiaotan chuckles as he bounds over, a hand on her forearm. 

He’s warm. A radiating sun. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re using him as an excuse to ditch.” He sticks his tongue out at her, playful, and she dramatically pinches her fingers at his tongue, to which he yelps and swats at her hand. 

“No, but I’m sorry if we kept you,” Xiaotan looks towards the horizon at the darkening sky. “It is late, and we didn’t even movie binge!” 

Mei doesn’t miss the genuine whine in his voice. The constant care and empathy. The kindness pouring out from him in every form. She leverages her height against him and shoves her hands through his hair, pushing his bandana away from his forehead as her fingers tug at the root of his curls. Xiaotan protests very, very vocally, and they stay there for a moment. Tangled together. 

“We can go all in on Monkey Cop this weekend!” Mei releases Xiaotan as she smiles, sure that he’s content with her words. She looks over her shoulder for a moment and meets Wukong’s gaze, and feels rage. 

The yokai looks at her with something indiscernible, something cold and distant. His friendly demeanor he has with his descendant is completely dropped with the boy’s back turned, his arms crossed over his open tunic. His tail lashes behind him, disturbing the dust that lays across the cobble and mess that is the training grounds beyond the waterfall. She hasn’t seen him look so untrusting with anyone, rather than Macaque. 

A shiver makes its way up Mei’s spine, remembering the shadow’s death grip on her throat. She break’s Wukong’s gaze, taking out her headphones to pop one in her ear. 

“I’ll see you later, MK.” Mei says, a little softer, keeping her voice away from the demon lurking behind him. “Be careful.” 

-

“I think you’re finally wising up, dragon girl.” Red Son swipes at her again, grinning through panting breaths. 

They’ve been sparring for hours at this point, with sporadic water breaks in between. Mei’s body burns, and she chases it. She hooks her foot around the back of Red Son’s knee and pulls him forward, knocking his balance loose for a second. His arms windmill, and his fingertips sparkle. 

“No fire!” Mei laughs, letting green electricity explode around them as a warning. After the Bone Demon had been driven back underground, Mei and Red Son kept up with their training. The Samadhi Fire, as much as Red Son would hate to admit it, had brought the two closer. Mei feels at ease with Red Son, they’re in a sort of tandem that she hasn’t felt in a long time. 

She remembers the warm sun, Xiaotan, and falters in her attack. Red Son catches her arm by the elbow and yanks her forward, his left hand coming to her shoulder to slam her back onto the mat. 

“I mean–” Red Son continues, his thought process from before resurfacing. “--The Monkey King has always been a shifty figure, I’m just glad to see a day where I’m not the only one to believe it!” 

“What–?” Mei rolls over, jamming her knee into Red Son’s ribs and watching smoke pour from his mouth. “He’s not shifty, he’s just–” 

“A liar?” Red Son hisses, wiggling away from the iron trap that is Mei’s thigh. He throws her back with a kick from underneath so they’re both lying down again, heads facing opposite directions. He traps one of her legs with his own, the arc of his foot pinning her forearm to the mat as he pulls himself to look her in the eye. “A thief? A killer?” 

“You’re all of those things too, y’know!” Mei groans, barring her free arm against his chest. She presses against him, and feels the twin burning from behind his sternum and her own. She pauses, then sighs, letting her head thump against the mat. She taps it twice, and Red Son pulls off of her. 

With her eyes closed, she can’t see him lay next to her, but she can feel heat radiating from her right side. She shifts and dramatically groans until she can lay her head on his chest, which he accepts begrudgingly. Mei loves the contact, borderline needs it, but there’s a different reason. 

Through all of her hair, which is sweaty and mostly plastered to her face, and Red Son’s tank top, she can feel his scar. A trio of flames in a circle going over his chest and puckering as it gets deeper in the center of his ribcage. She breathes in time with him, feeling her own scar tighten over her skin. 

Red Son’s hand comes over her chest, flattening his palm over her sternum. Mei stills, and sighs as he withdraws all the fire from his hand. It feels almost cold against her. 

“Is it still there?” He asks after a pregnant moment, to which she shrugs. 

“I don’t see it going away.” Mei admits. She’s startled when Red Son bolts up from underneath her, letting her slap against the ground. She grasps the back of her head with both hands and kicks up a leg because fuck that hurt, and is about to give him a piece of her mind before–

“Damn him.” Red Son curses, looking at the opposite wall. He flips over his palm and flickers a flame into view, folding his fingers over and letting the fire shoot out from between his digits. 

“Fucking– damn him!” 

“Woah, Red Boy, loosin’ your poise there?” Mei blinks through the growing headache, leaning over his shoulder. “What’s got you hot and bothered?” 

“Don’t–!” His hair licks up at the base, eyes narrowed and furious, before he softens. He folds his legs under him, his hands in the center of his lap. Red Son looks small like this, nothing like the ferocious foe she was once familiar with. 

“...Sun Wukong has been a tyrant in my family since it’s formation.” Red Son doesn’t move his eye from the mats below him, so Mei sits beside him and copies his position. 

“From when my mother and father met, to the pilgrimage, to the Samadhi Fire, to his sealing– the demon has always been there, and I’m frankly sick of it. I’m sick of watching this idiot ruin the lives of the people I lo–” 

Red Son looks up sharply, scanning Mei’s face, before letting his gaze fall to the mat once more. “--the people I care about.” 

Mei lets herself lean back on her palms, stretching her legs out. She looks at the scars and bruises covering her feet and shins, stretching up to her thighs and hiding under her athletic shorts. She can see the barest hint of the Samadhi Fire scar from under her sports bra, raised against her stomach. She thinks of the pain she sees Xiaotan in, all the time, how the rage consumed her when she learned of Wukong’s ploy on the top of that mountain. How he had been playing her best friend like a damned pawn, and she feels heat at her palms. 

“You know what,” she says after a moment of silence, her voice as flat as it’s ever been. “I’m getting sick of it too.”

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Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw

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DYING

Inner monolog of being unable to sleep at 4 am with your partner dead asleep in your arms. This is the dream. Men have killed for this. I will probably stay here for eternity and never move and yk what that's the dream.

Additionally: why the hell is now the exact time where it's ART CENTRAL. My brain is like "you could make a mosaic", "hey go create the Mona lisa from memory", "hey go run a mile"

GIRL ITS 4 AM PLEASE LET ME SLEEP

Help me