every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that
one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)
and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)
maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk
— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢
maybe he wanted to live out the perfect tragic story he had created for them
When did I get so grey. Or maybe I have always been this dull shade of nothingness. I'd like to think that I was once an exuberant yellow just to have something to compare with. To know that I've moved and changed and grown, to know that I had once tasted the sun,that I held it in my gentle hands and for once I didn't burn. But that's a lie isn't it? A comforting one but a lie nonetheless. Maybe I've always been grey.
~Me
you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they are not.
those odd ones, not many
but from them come
the few good paintings
the few good symphonies
the few good books
and other works.
and from the best of
the strange ones perhaps
nothing.
they are their own
paintings
their own
books
their own
music
their own
work.
sometimes I think
I see them – say
a certain old
man sitting on a
certain bench
in a certain way
or
a quick face
going the other way
in a passing
automobile
or
there’s a certain motion
of the hands
of a bag-boy or a bag-girl
while packing supermarket groceries.
sometimes
it is even somebody
you have been
living with
for some time –
you will notice a
lightning quick
glance never seen
from them before.
sometimes
you will only note
their existance suddenly
in vivid recall
some months
some years
after they are
gone.
I remember
such a one –
he was about
20 years old
drunk at 10 a.m.
staring into a cracked
New Orleans mirror
facing dreaming
against the walls of
the world
where
did I
go?
~Charles Bukowski
What if, in the spirit of the multiverse, these incidents are massive species from another universe crossing into ours and leaving an impression on your physical universe as a cloud?
Why do Fae in fairytales always ask for a First Born Child? Like thats so worthless. What are you even going to do with a human baby. They’re literally useless.
You want me to undo a curse? That’ll be 20 bucks, cash only. Bless you with some magical gift? Get me a Gucci Handbag and you’ve got a deal.
You could be getting so much more out of this guys c’mon.
Lurking at the border of thoughts that should not have crawled their way in
you think that you would like to take the knife and thrust it through the place near your throat and heart. you ponder how much force it would take just to pierce the skin. how much would you have to dig until the sharp edges collide with bones and rip away blood vessels. how much until warm blood pools on the floor. how much until you can tug your heart out of the body and throw it away. just so in hopes that this all consuming black hole that has rooted in there and is slowly crawling all over your lungs will be cut apart from you.
again and again, you wonder, how much will it take until it reaches the edge?
I've been thinking about making a Team Umizoomi infection AU, so far I've thought of something like "zombie creatures that act like animals and most of them fear humans, but these zombies are actually Milli and Geo's revived ancestors and now they're hungry for flesh". I'm still thinking about some other stuff like how will this zombie infection spread, if it only affects some things but not others, etc. but my question is: should I make the characters act as canon as possible? And would it be kinda funny if the Troublemakers were the ones who started it?
What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought.
this is why i ever only idolize omnipotent eldritch beings who art beyond death
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
Sitting in a Starbucks doing some planning for the week. Popped in my ear buds, Laces’ moved (acoustic version) starts playing and the noise of the space goes quiet as the ear buds do their job. A very surreal feeling in this Covid world of ours.
"A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference."
- Eeyore
{Hello!! I've had this in my drafts for awhile and just kinda wanted to post it, originally it's set with a one of my genshin ocs but idk if anybody would be into that so I easily just replaced it with reader}
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"Dumbass! Why did you do that?! ", [Reader] shouts as she sprints as fast as she can down the rocky trail. Itto runs a few ways in front of her having the most dopey grin ever. Both running from the guards for something this big idiotic oaf did. Which happened to be him having a dance battle with some rich kid that cried out that this wanted criminal tried hurting him. Itto was so proud that he "won" against some snot nosed brat.
"Was so worth it tho! ", he laughs looking back at her. [Reader] rolls her eyes, huffing she saw they were nearing a cliff and Itto was gonna run straight into it. "Itto wait! " She said, raising her voice and grabbing a hold of his coat from the back. Making them both come to an abrupt stop at the end of the cliff. To make it to the other side would have to be way too big of a jump for any of them. Turning around [Reader] could see the guards catching up to them. "We have to jump", is the one thing that the oni says looking down. "Wait what!?", She sharply looked at him in bewilderment. Taking out his claymore magically from his back he raises it up above his head, scooping her off the ground. "We jump! " he shouts, slamming down his claymore to stop the guards from reaching them, rocks and debris scattering everywhere.
The force of the impact from his claymore pushed the both completely off the edge. Gripping onto his shoulders as she felt the world start going sideways, both falling into the depth. "ITTOOOOOOO YOU IDIOT", [Reader] screams as they plunge downwards. Feeling the breeze roughly push her hair out of view, she summons her polearm. "Aw damn! The wind is gonna ruin my awesome hair! ", Itto whines out still having her carried.
" Not what you should be worrying about right now!" [Reader] yelled out, slamming the polearm against the rock of the cliff as hard as she could. The weapon wedged itself into the rock, getting stuck for the meanwhile. Causing their fall to end abruptly, ending in them both just dangling. "Hey, nice one! Now we won't be lost in some unknown hole" the oni exclaims, like this wasn't his fault to begin with. "Yea, wonder why that would have happened!" She glared down at him.
He simply chuckles awkwardly, looking down into the crevice below. "Sooo, what now? ", Itto inquired, still very tightly holding onto her legs. Lilith sighed while looking around, trying to think of something. Only coming up with one conclusion to their situation. "We climb" looking up and seeing the distance from the top. "Climb? Well if you say so", Itto just shrugs at the suggestion. Once he finds a good spot to stabilize himself, he goes off from there. Climbing upwards like if this was some god damn playground.
"You beast!", she shouts. Itto laughed out loud, as he started climbing faster "I'll race ya to the top!", he said in response. [Reader] growls under her breath, yanking her polearm forcefully from the gravel. "Oh you're on, you oversized child", she says while following him in tow. Both eventually made it to the top, completely out of breath.
The guards now nowhere in sight, probably deciding to leave them to their demise. Laying on the grassy plains trying to catch their breaths. " I-i win," Itto says in between gasps. Too tired to argue with him, she simply pats his bare chest to "congratulate" him. "You sure did Itto, you sure did" [Reader] sighs out, resting her sore limbs and tired self beside him.
Me when my vanity keeps me from being a moral ideal but i endorse it
i'm not talking to my self i'm just having long monologues about something someone did just a couple minutes back, and got inspired by it to have a bout of whimsical creative flamboyance, but i can't do it physically right now, i don't have the materials. hence i choose the vast canvas of my mind to illustrate concepts i came up with just to forget them by the next day and only remembering a tidbit of it: which i then proceed to write out in a post
speaking of getting "properly pissed" or similar, is there an improper way to get pissed
is having crushes on boys real?
cause I genuinely thought it was a bit. like....idk growing up a closet lesbian with parents who hate each other made me think that heterosexual love wasn't real but you deal with it anyway cause that's life. come to find out that some women are obsessed with their boyfriends like...for real...
Finished an art piece for the first chapter of my story that I turned in for Creative Writing. This is the second version with extra details which unfortunately my classmates did not get.
Anyway pretty happy with this so I wanted to share!
My older sister is currently failing the bechdel test. Every conversation she’s had she talks about her boyfriend. /J
(This is truthful but it’s in no way a problem)
I was trick or treating and I got something I want to tell ya’ll about.
He was in a latex glove with witch fingers and one of those stretchy hands that stick to stuff. I find him delightful.
Hurricanes suck :(
Me and my family are currently safe but power has gone out and it’s loud still we’re doing pretty well so that’s good! We did get a flash flood warning earlier though which is less good. Anyway this is a very different post than usual for me but I can’t sleep. Everyone else is Florida and other affected areas stay safe!
Fun fact there’s a restaurant called Ford’s Garage which as you may have guessed themed around the car brand ford the one I went too was right next a Ford dealership which leaves me to assume that Ford is a car brand who also has there toes in the food industry.
Does anyone know how to tell if your work is ok, I know constructive criticism can be helpful but I want to make sure the draft I give people to criticize is at least decent. I’m taking mainly about writing in this case as I can spot visual oddities in my artwork more easily than I can notice clunkiness in my writing. I’d love any advice anyone may have.
Ya’ll for the past few hours I’ve been trying to calculate population growth for my fictional world and started going year by year listing out the total population, births, and deaths for each year.
There’s no way this is necessary, and I do t know why I’m doing all this when there’s no way at any point anyones gonna start talking about population growth within the story.
Idk what Im doing and have decided to share with you the nonsense I’m getting up to.
Probably my final artfight attack and one I had a lot of fun with! I wanted to do a more complicated scene and get expirence drawing nonhuman characters. I’ll list the charcters off left to right and there respective creators.
Lost - who belongs to @sillygeoki (idk why it’s not letting me tag em)
Amber - who belongs to ThatFernDeer on Toyhouse
Nuffy - is mine
Decaf - who belongs to Kris_ on Toyhouse
Marcel - who belongs to @clamor-piscis
Constructive critics is as always welcome! Happy artfight!
I wanted to share this because I think this is a genuinely great move and works because Pennsylvania is a swing state where these votes make a much bigger impact.
I understand people who are conflicted over the 2024 election but rather than simply not voting looking into any organized movements like this to use your vote as a tool would be awesome. Obviously what you can do varies state by state and some people aren’t comfortable withholding there vote with trump as the other candidate which is understandable.
Anyway sorry for the ramble remember that even if you don’t feel you can vote for Kamala there is still a lot of local elections that matter. Good luck to everyone.
P.S Also look into any petitions here’s one I recently signed lemme know if you have anymore that I can add my name too!