Healthy, Wholesome Ships Are The Best Ships

Southeastern Europe did a thing

I imagine Levi as a father like:

that bake off is the most chaotic thing i saw this year and it's 2020... i love it <3

The Great Witcher Bake Off

insp by joey losing it

Omg

It’s funny because he lives with her at this point

omg this is the fucking saddest thing I have read... don't let this post die please... let this spread!

i never thought i’d see the day where i’d have to do this

i was on a video call with my girlfriend again today from 2 pm to 5 pm, and we discussed the following:

she once again was unable to sign on for class due to wifi issues.

she hadn’t had any food or water yet

when she finally did eat, it was french toast

she didn’t get water, but instead a sprite, which at least has water in it

she has anorexia, along with another kind (arfid? i don’t remember) that isn’t very common, but it basically means she has to have certain foods at certain temperatures, which is why she likes cheez-its but not cheese

she ADHD, anxiety, ODD, OCD, ASD, and depression, and she’s going to be tested for tourette’s

her eating disorder started when she was six, and when she was eight she was on adderall when she was eight for about a year before she was taken off the medication, because if she had continued taking it she would have literally starved to death

the guidance counselor at our school told her that:

she didn’t look mentally disabled

she didn’t have an eating disorder, it was just the medication

she couldn’t use they/them pronouns

we both agreed that the previous school year wasn’t good for either of us because:

she pulled all-nighters every night

due to the constant all-nighters, she often fell asleep in class

she was mostly running off of anxiety

i would break down crying at least three times a day due to sheer stress

she was to stressed to eat, and i didn’t have the time

it took a serious toll on our mental, emotional, and physical health

there are a lot of things that a lot of people don’t understand, but please understand this: my girlfriend’s been through so much her whole life, and i can’t pretend that i know how hard it is, or that i’ve had it even nearly as bad as she has. she’s stuck inside and i want to help her so much, but i don’t know how to. so every note this post gets is a day she has to take good care of herself. she is an amazing person, and i hate seeing her hurting.

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.

Remember in 1993 when Jurassic Park was like…the end all, be all of special effects?

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)

not stanning mantis is a sin

the tea is that if mantis was a white, conventially pretty woman without an accent, she’d be adored and stanned far more and thats that

So this to this XD

I was watching gekkan shoujo nozaki kun this couple loves me when i first saw this i say “this is levihan i’m going to re draw this part” and then last night @isatastrophe requested this to redraw it XD HERE YA GO :3