WE WILL NOT LET IT DIE. NEVER.
Jellal, screams: OHMYGOD
Erza: What is it and why are you on the counter
Jellal: A SPIDER ITS DEADLY.
Erza, picks it up: how did a tarantula get in my room
Jellal: YOU HAVE CAKE EVERYWHERE WHY WOULDN'T THERE BE
Erza: it's just a bug tho
Erza: He's fuzzy touch it
Jellal: UM NO
Erza: TOUCH IT
Jellal, running: NONONONO
Erza: COME ON HE ISNT THAT BAD
Jellal: PLEASE NO
-one hour later-
Jellal, with spider on his head: OH MY GOD
Erza: his name is Patrick.
Jellal: oh my Patrick.
Erza: he is our pet now.
Jellal: what does Patrick want for dinner
Erza, listening to Patrick: Chinese.
Jellal: good choice bud.
okay, i am, i confess
Love being brutally called out by the British Library
I love it in the fellowship of the ring book when they’re walking through the mines of moria, and tolkien’s like ”ever since frodo was stabbed by the wraith he had noticed that his vision was better, and he could hear little noises long before everyone else could…” as if it’s some kind of spooky wraith power. Like baby that’s just called hypervigilance, and it’s one of the biggest symptoms of ptsd😩😩😩 Im sorry to have to tell u this frodo, but u don’t have wraith powers, u need to go to therapy🙏 god bless
Hanji child and Hanji adult
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 persistant. 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 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 drowing. 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.
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Psst. Don't tell the jolkein rolkein rolkein estate, but this is amazing. DO consider buying a print from the extraordinary artist responsible:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/leiaham/
Original Twitter thread with the artist's thoughts and commentary:
(OMG finally! Yoo this took waay longer than i thought. But that’s becouse there’s so many evidence! you’ll see. Hope you like it and feel free to debate. Also, it contains spoilers from up to chapter 90)
So it’s evident that I’m a levihan shipper all the way, it’s my otp. But besides all the love I feel for this two characters and their relationship, i actually have my many reasons to believe that it’s completely possible that they end up together. This is a mega post that reunites all the info i have from both my investigation and analysis and things i’ve gattered from different places. It’s gonna be a long way so make some coffee and take a sit 😂
First, their relationship. They aren’t opposites, like many people say, they are complementary. She gives him joy and positivism and he gives her a better view of reality and encourages her to take care of herself. They are both abnormals, in fact Levi himself points this out.
He says hanji is an abnormal and later he says that he’s an abnormal (that’s so cute!).
Czytaj dalej
matchablossom stans: joe carries cherry after he’s injured
sk8: joe carries cherry after he’s injured
matchablossom stans:
Imelda and Héctor narrative parallels.
1. Being unable to cross the bridge (and refusing to accept it) 2. Showing Miguel that they are musicians too (and shocking him in the process) 3. Angrily dismissing musicians (and being very expressive about it) 4. Attacking Ernesto (very angrily) 5. Performing on stage for the first time in nearly a century (at Miguel’s encouragement)
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