Thinking Sooo Hard About Mickey Being Like “i Pushed A Button And It Ruined My FUCKING LIFE”

quick blurry fraxus because i forgot i was originally drawing on a small canvas

Laxus is so much stronger then we give him credit for because if I was 17 and part of a wizard's guild and then my only two options for people to hang out with growing up where old ass men or actual children I would have gone crazy a long time ago

Apparently the fact that this is a bible class will not stop me from bringing up the Iliad

form change!!

reference from:

You, who are trying to woo my wife and take over my throne, are greasing the bow to warm and ply it, draining your strengths and spirits with your buffoonery. Meanwhile I string My bow with practiced ease, and in my hand the plucked string sings like a bird song. We are not the same.

nightwing gojo !

Positive affirmations

- I'm still good meat

- I'm perfectly good meat

- I taste fine

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.

idk if im actually bi or nit but i have an 8 am class tomorrow cant worry about that