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willsimpforanyone · 4 months
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hi there! merry christmas and happy holidays!
i haven't posted anything here in months because i've been really struggling, my adhd somehow has gotten worse so i can't really... do anything
but! i'm getting assessed in april and hopefully will get meds that let me Do Things, including write for you lovely people!
thank you for your support even though i've been inactive, it means a lot to me <3
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randbitb · 5 months
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glad to hear u are doing well! <3
THANK YOU! I quit my job had 2 weeks of an insane mental low because my body was tryna catch up, and now I’m normal again and making bread and listening to podcasts, the world can be so beautiful when you’re not working
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stuckinapril · 1 year
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Not at all! I’m not the best at explaining things, so I’ll do it using pasta sauce :’)
You’re the pasta sauce, grad guy is the grocer. Let’s say he’s shopping at a smaller store with little to no options, and he picks you to go with his spaghetti because of your ingredients, great brand, etc. In a non-pasta setting, he’s attracted to you because you’re the most appealing of the limited selection, that being in a smaller environment like the school library.
Now let’s say you were in the sauce aisle at Walmart, and there are ten billion other options. Grad guy’s now moved onto making lasagna, and wants a great sauce with healthy, easy-to-read ingredients at a low cost. That’s what you were at the smaller store. But now that he’s presented with more options, would he still choose you, or are there other options not found in the smaller store that would best suit his lasagna? Non-pasta explanation: if you didn’t meet at school and instead met somewhere with more people, thus more options for him, would he still be attracted to you and interested in you, or is he only interested because he crossed paths with you at university?
I previously brought it up because I’ve been in situations where guys only liked me because I was the most appealing girl in a certain setting, and vice versa. For me personally, a lot of guys I’ve chatted to on dating apps I’d never go for IRL; they were, at the time, the best looking/most interesting on said apps. But if I were in a setting with other good looking guys, I’d likely lean towards other guys. I think it’s a matter of a restricted vs. open setting (for lack of better terms). The end. I hope this made sense 🥹❤️
WOW this is reframing so many things to me. I think this ask rewired my brain. Thank u so much. I have sm to think about
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mistytpednaem · 1 year
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sending you a real person ask from a real person hiiii bestie
AWWWWWWWWWWWW
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i anonymously think you're great <3
😭💖
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inkskinned · 10 months
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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.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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disgustinggf · 1 year
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Is everything ok
nothing has been ok since i turned 12 but thank u for asking!
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aliferous-ly · 23 days
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special shout-out to everyone making gifs for the hermit charity event you are my absolute favorite people and the lifeblood of hermitblr <3
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melontoyo · 1 year
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☄️ Burning up so Bright  We will not last the Night 🎇
oc commission for @queenofnohr  support me on pixiv fanbox - melontoyo.fanbox.cc
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shivroy · 5 months
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matrimony
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capydoodle · 5 months
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am i tumblr famous now
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to catch a falling star
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mushtoons · 7 months
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i'm literally so obsessed with how you draw ice king it makes me so so so smiles. i feel like he's the kind of guy i'd end up talking to on public transit
AHDJDJDJ AHHH THIS MADE US SO HAPPY LIKE DJDJDJDJ AHHH THANK U
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some silly ice kings just for u 💕💕💕
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bobacupcake · 9 months
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hiemaldesirae · 2 months
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Alastor manifests a conductor’s hat and dons it. “All aboard! Next stop: Royal Circle and the Morningstar Palace!” His face softens as Vox steps up. He offers his arm. “Shall we? If you ignore the warm, sponginess of the floor, Tim’s insides are quite comfortable.” Vox grins. “Sure. A train ride to an upcoming battle sounds weirdly romantic.” Alastor kisses the other Overlord’s knuckles. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” He whispers. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
- Radio Healed The Video Star, Finale I (by Aspiring_Forest_Witch / @slash-is-my-weakness86)
ive been reading and rereading this fic from exams week actually. i dont know what exactly was put into the story but im assuming it was some sort of crack because this might be hands down the best thing ive ever read. i wanted to draw one of my favourite scenes (the train ride on shortline tim.... if anyone questions my taste just know that we all watched the original hazbin so youve no room to judge) ((good luck on ur job search btw author !! hoping u find one sooner than later, thanks sm for making this fic))
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suntails · 2 months
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MY SILVER PMV IS DONE!!!!
I've been working on this for almost a month and a half, and I'm SOSOSO excited to get to finally share it with y'all! :D it's a little love letter to his arc of the diasomnia story, and i'm so honored to get to make something special for my lil guy <3
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