Rattlesnake Callahan Art by Michal Ivan
I think a lot about that Fruits Basket story where the onigiri (rice ball) thinks its plain and bad with nothing special about it
but everyone else actually admires it because of the delicious plum on its back that it can’t see
anyway, I’m going on a second date with a girl soon and couldn’t help but think “Why would she want to keep going out with me?? I’m like, so weird and a little crazy.”
but then I remembered that there is also a plum on my back that I can’t see and that people often like others for reasons we don’t recognize in ourselves. Be kind to yourself. There’s always something good about someone– however little we remember it.
can’t believe it took me this long to realize that the reason ppl like me is because of my fat juicy ass
I’ve been seeing just. The wildest takes about AO3 this donation cycle and I’m at my limit. I just saw a post claiming that AO3 isn’t a real archive, that it’s a scam, because there’s no quality control like a real, legitimate archive would have, that they just let in any old trash. And that this makes AO3 not worthy of anyone’s money or respect.
And you know what? It’s true! AO3 does let in any old trash! People can just post whatever the hell they want. And you know what? An ad-free, free-to-use website where people writing fanfiction, in their free time for no money, can upload their work with no hassle or exclusive vetting process, that also happens to be a highly popular and well-known fanfic repository for every fandom under the sun? WITH a robust and well-curated tagging system, too? That’s the dream. I’m glad they let anyone upload whatever weird trash they want. GOOD.
“what if, LOTR but little animated animals.” by jessica a. m
It’s Disney’s Robin Hood meets Lord of the Rings, and Gimli is a hedgehog
I approve. Muchly
In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.
I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.
In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.
In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.
And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.
When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.
But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.
You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.
God you guys I never thought this would become so popular 😱 I was gonna name it The Weather Project after the art installment that inspired it
By Olafur Eliasson
This is the most important post that I’ve ever made. Its for screaming out with every fiber of your being that you’re worth something. You’re worth everything.
…Aaaaaand, here are initial sketch ideas and a process / layer deconstruction gif of the piece. We decided to go with the image with the clockwork angel, I think it was the most interesting one out of the three. Also, you can see how chaotic my process can be. Most of it’s Photoshop witchcraft (Overlays, gradient maps, color balancing, photo filters, blah blah).
I hope I’m allowed to post these…
Edit: Sorry for the repost, Something wonky happened when I tried editing the gif.
Whatever you think the song is, you’re not ready for it
PG: Psycho Goreman (2021) dir. Steven Kostanski
holdtightclothing
the audio really adds something
