You wanna know what PISSES me off
C L A Y
W A S
T H E
O N L Y
O N E
T H E
T A P E S
T H A T
C A R E D
Clay took time to listen to the tapes because it was too hard to difficult to hear not only the person he loved, but someone who he cared for deeply talk about why. Clay couldn’t find out why he was there it made him feel horrible…BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED HER TO BE HAPPY AND HE NEVER TRIED TO HURT HER.
Clay already lost somebody JEFF and that was for the most part and accident AND it hurt him BUT HANNAH FUCKING DESTROYED HIM
CLAY WOULD’VE DONE WHAT EVER HE COULD’VE IF HE KNEW BUT BECAUSE HE WAS TOO SCARED OF HIS FEELINGS AND DIDN’T WANT TO HURT HANNAH LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. HE LEFT…BECAUSE…SHE SAID TO.
AND IT’S SOO FUCKING SAD
NOT HER FIRST KISS
NOT HER FIRST NEW FRIEND
NOT HER FIRST NEW GUY FRIEND
NOT THE GIRL SHE KISSED
NOT THE BOY WHO WANTED HER
NOT THE GIRL WHO SAID SHE WOULD CALL
NOT THE BOY WHO FUCKING STALKED HER OUT OF L O V E
NOT THE GUY WHO SAID I DIDNT HEAR NO
NOT THE TEACHER WHO COULD’VE STOPPED IT
NOT THE BOY WHO DIDN’T UNDERSTAND HOW TO TREAT HER
NOT THE BOY SHE TOLD EVERYTHING TO
THEY LISTENED MORE THAN ONCE MAYBE IN A NIGHT
BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T CARE
THEY JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHY THEY WERE THERE AND WHO ELSE WOULD KNOW
THEY DIDN’T CARE THAT
T H E Y F U C K I N G K I L L E D H E R
INTP: ding dong, it’s the outside world ESFP: [how about s u n r i s e l a n d] ISFP: and the royal palace became such a dream world of art that they really didnt give a shit about running the country ESTP: [h i r e a s a m u r a i] INFP: [n o w t h e r e s m o r e a r t] ESFJ: [open the country. stop having it be closed.] ENFP: “that sucks” they said “this sucks!!!!” ISTP: and japan says “can you maybe chill” and russia says “how about maybe you chill” ENTJ: p l e a s e r e s p e c t u s o r w e m i g h t i n v a d e y o u a s w e l l ISTJ: [i t s t i m e f o r w o r l d w a r 1] ISFJ: [n o] said everybody, quieter this time INFJ: the shogun didnt actually care he was off somewhere doing poetry ESFJ: [t h e l e a g u e o f n a t i o n s] whos mission statement is to try not to take over the world ENTP: h o w b o u t i d o a n y w a y ENFJ: and the united states started helping britain because they’re [g o o d f r i e n d s] and not helping japan because [t h e i r f r i e n d s a n d o u r f r i e n d s a r e n o t f r i e n d s] INTJ: “and now i’m going to invade korea, and then hopefully china”, he said, and failed. and also died.
“I feel like a dumb college girl that you started fucking because you were bored with your wife and I made it extremely convenient for you. You could go home to Amy and eat dinner with her and play around in your little bar that you bought with her money, then you could meet me at your dying dad’s house and jack off on my tits because, poor you, your mean wife would never let you do that.” […] “Fuck you. You think I’m some dumb kid, some pathetic student you can manage? I stick by you through all this, this talk about how you might be a murderer, and as soon as it’s a little tough for you? No, no. You don’t get to talk about conscience and decency and guilt and feel like you’re doing the right thing. Do you understand me? Because you are a c h e a t i n g , c o w a r d l y , s e l f i s h s h i t .”
Gone Girl (2014). Film by David Fincher, novel and screenplay by Gillian Flynn.
Hungarian is notorious for being a very hard language to learn, which
is, of course, partially true. Its grammar and vocabulary are not
only complex, but also quite different to almost all other European
languages (the most well-known exception is Finnish grammar, which
has a number of similar structures). I will try to sum up the most
important concepts in Hungarian that I think could be useful to
anyone who would like to start learning the language.
Part 1. The alphabet and the pronunciation.
The Hungarian alphabet has 44 letters – this may seem like a lot,
compared to the 26 in the English one, but there is a very simple
reason for this. We basically have a separate letter (or letter
combination) for almost every sound that we pronounce. In English,
you have “s” and “h” and then you have to learn how to
pronounce “sh”, because that’s something different. In
Hungarian, if you know the letters of the alphabet, you can pronounce
any common word. The only slight difficulty is that sooner or later,
you will encounter a word that has a letter combination that can not
be pronounced quite so simply. In that case, their pronunciation
will change – but it will happen naturally. For example, the
letters “n” and “j” together (for example in “Menj el!”,
which means “Go away!”) will be pronounced just like “nny” (a
long “ny” sound). So if you try to pronounce words at a normal
speed, these problematic sounds will change on their own.
(However, partly because of this, there are a couple of homophones in
Hungarian – to stick with the example of “menj”, it’s
pronounced exactly the same as “menny”, which means “heaven”.
So pronunciation is pretty straightforward, spelling not so much.)
Here is the full Hungarian alphabet:
a á b c cs d dz dzs e é f g gy h i í j k l ly m n ny o ó ö ő p
q r s sz t ty u ú ü ű v w x y z zs
I’d rather not try to give their pronunciation in writing, because
that is not my forte, but here’s some extra info about them:
- The letters dzs, q, w, x and y are not too common, they are mostly
used in loanwords (and fancy last names). For example: dzsem (jam),
maharadzsa (maharaja), textil (textile), etc. We often spell
loanwords according to Hungarian spelling rules, for example
“software” becomes “szoftver” and “file” becomes “fájl”.
(Not all of them though, for example “e-mail” is commonly spelled
just the same, “ímél” is very rare and actually looks kind of
ridiculous.) The letter “y”, if standing on its own, is most
often pronounced “i”. It’s quite common in fancy last names
(some people have them, whose ancestors were barons or something),
for example “Pesthy” (literally means “of Pest”), which is
pronounced exactly the same as “pesti”.
- The letters j and ly are pronounced exactly the same. They used to
represent different sounds, but those sounds have since merged and
now the only difference is the spelling. It’s actually a challenge
for Hungarian children to learn which word is spelled with which,
because it’s pretty much random. There’s only one rule: words can
not begin with “ly”, except for “lyuk” (which means “hole”)
and its derivatives.
- Don’t be scared by all the vowels! Most of them are just
i (short) – í (long)
o (short) – ó (long)
– ő (long) u (short) – ú (long) ü (short) – ű (long)
a – á and e – é are different though. It’s important to
distinguish them, as there are a couple of words, where the accent
makes all the difference.
“alom” / “álom”
(meaning: “litter” (used in the sense related to animals, not
trash) and “dream”)
(meaning “round” (adj.)/”wheel”/”I ask for”)
Finally, word stress. In Hungarian it’s very simple: the first
syllable is stressed. That’s it.
Okay, so this is the first part of something that I plan to be a series of introductory posts about Hungarian. Any feedback is more than welcome!
This is a quick update, but I havent forgotten about the requests! In fact I started on a couple so I could throw more out there quicker but for some reason my art isnt as good as it could be/ normally is. So I get frustrated everytime I open up my art program and that totally ruins the mood (it really does, I cant draw anything when im frustrated).
I am working on them though I promise you; I’m just having a little trouble with creating content how I want it, and how I think you guys would enjoy it.
Ill post some warm-ups/ doodles to keep up with the art on this blog, and when I feel like I can finally take on a simple request I will get it done!
-NO ONE EXPECTED THIS
-I MEAN NO ONE!
-WHEN AND WHERE ???
-But putting that aside
-there relationship is low key soft but kinky
-Joking aside Gonta loves korekiyos hair
-Loves how soft and silky it is
-Like a spider web made into silly goodness
-O K A Y
-Basically he loves his boyfriends hair
-Korekiyo enjoys this though because of his hair pull-I MEAN Because of how he likes his hair being played with
-Loves to talk to Gonta about bug stories and myths on how bugs came to be
-Gonta also likes listens
-Also likes to listen to his voice as he talks
-Very soothing to him and makes him sleepy sometimes
-Korekiyo likes to talk to Gonta and put him to sleep so he can run his fingers against his hair
-Rough but soft in all the right places
-Cute but extremely weird couple
-Private most of the places they talk
-Soft kisses and butterfly kisses are a must but sometimes they can be a little rough from korekiyo
[06/06/2017 12:20:34] avacadon’t.: now i’m just crying imagining black hands reacting to him having eyes all of a sudden
[06/06/2017 12:24:39] BLACK HANDS.: he just wants to look at them all the time, and when he closes them he’s sat there holding his breath and when he opens them he just does this tiny squeal and cover his face like ’ they’re still there!! ’
For @spilledencre it took a bit longer because the goopy.. I can’t draw goop well, i made him look kinda odd
I tried to do a kind of glass effect so it looks like his hand is on it, but i certainly need to practice it
I hope you like it though, Encre is very interesting and unique, because he’s not a humanoid, he is continuously melting and i like him
(I just wish i had more courage to speak to him and the mun ;v; )
“(Y/N)!” Ashton called out and flailed his arms, desperately wanting to find you, since you were his seeing eyes. Ashton bumped into a sharp edge, and screamed out in pain. “(Y/N)! Where are you!?” he reached his hands out and heard footsteps in the distance. Suddenly, his back was pressed against a warm soft chest, and immediately began to calm down a bit, knowing that you didn’t leave him. He felt small hands snake underneath his muscular arms. Your small warm hand grabbed his left hand and gently wrote on his palm with your finger.
‘I - a-m - r-i-g-h-t - h-e-r-e.’
He let out a sigh and collapsed in your arms, and turned around and held you in a warm embrace, his head searching for neck to bury himself in, wanting to calm himself down, since his mind made him think that you had left him. Ashton always gets panic attacks when you aren’t holding his hand, or having some sort of contact with you. Why would you be around a boy who can’t even see? Why would he need you out of all people? Ashton and you aren’t all different. You both have a fault, something that society labels as handicapped, you being mute and him being blind. Both labelled as different, making you both understand each other on so many levels. You know that you have to look after Ashton. But you love him and despite everything. Ashton knows you love him. And Ashton loves you very much too.
Even if Ashton can’t see, he knows it’s a beautiful world outside this town, and knows for a fact that people are beautiful too, both inside and out, you being the main example of what true beauty is. You would spend hours all night telling him about how the world looks like, through touch communication, writing down letters on his skin, spelling out words so he could understand. You would lay back on Ashton’s chest and as Ashton would hold you close, his head resting on top of yours placing soft gentle kisses wherever he could. You would blush at how soft and tender his kisses felt on your skin, his lips sometimes landing near your ear, other times on the back of your neck, and other sensitive areas on your skin. It sometimes made you doubt that he was blind, because he would know exactly where to kiss you and would smirk every time your breath hitched, and even more when you two would share intimate times, always knowing where and how to touch you to make you writher underneath him.
But what he enjoyed the most was how you would hold his hand and began to white sweet nothings onto his hand and skin. Writing the phrase ‘I love you’ countless of times on his palm and would begin writing it all over his body, especially on the area right over his heart, making him blush and heart race at you gentle touch. He would whisper his love back to you.
Sometimes you would give earphones to Ashton and you both would listen to music that speaks your feelings to each other. Ashton would show you songs about trashy love affairs and you would laugh about it, or you would show Ashton songs about soft and soothing love story songs. Music was your mutual way of communication since they would word feelings that you couldn’t say, or explain thing that he couldn’t see. To Ashton these moments are priceless treasures that he would treasure forever.
Every so often, you would take Ashton to the beach, since he loved it there, and you would try describing the color of the waves hitting the brown rocks or how the sun looks extremely beautiful when it’s setting. You would tell him that the sand was yellow and white, by saying that yellow was warm and happy, like the sun. The water was blue like the sky, by saying that it was calm and serene, just washing away both your worries. The sunset was filled with hues of orange and red, by saying those colors were passionate and strong. And he would say that if your relationship was a color it would be a mix of red and yellow colors.
When you both out in public, it’s a more dangerous environment because Ashton cannot let go of your hand, he needed you so much because he was afraid that if he even let go for a second he could harm himself. He would hear cars or feel the breeze of a fast car and his hand would tighten in yours as well as his walking stick. He was afraid, but by you just being there it would ease the panic he went through. If an action required both of your hands, you would tell Ashton to hug you and to never let go unless you take his hand again.
People would say that you are a protective girlfriend. But really, you just really love and care for him, and he felt the same for you. He means the world to you, and you mean the same to him. He knew that if he lost you, all hell would break loose and he’d fall apart the moment you were no longer with him. He would be completely lost without you; you brightened up his days by just spending time with him. He knew that it was a great sacrifice for anyone to have a relationship with someone like him. He was blind; he would always need assistance in just about everything and throughout his whole life, and he would never be able to show you how thankful he is for you and your heart of gold. But he would show you how much he loves and appreciates you his whole life if you gave him the chance, and he hope that you would.
He loves the way at nights were spent just memorizing each other’s body. His hands acting as his eyes telling you how beautiful were, calling what you would call imperfections, perfect imperfections. He would tell you that he wanted to remember your whole body, faults and everything. And in turn you would write how beautiful his eyes were and when he took off his glasses that his grey like irises just made him look beautiful. He loves it when you compliment him, because some would find his eyes creepy to look at, and you would tell him how they sparkle under the moonlight.
‘Y-o-u-r - e-y-e-s - l-o-o-k - b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.’ you would write on his hand. And then you would begin to write down how handsome he was, making Ashton blush.
You remembered how difficult it was to even communicate with Ashton. You both met when were at work being a part-time nurse assistant for the hospital that Ashton and his family visited. He would come in all the time, especially when his mum got sick. You immediately spotted him, mainly hear his laugh at the end of the hall as he visited his mother. He had one of the most contagious laughs, that as you heard his laugh it made you smile at how nice it was. You immediately noticed how handsome he was. But you soon found out that he was blind, and there was no possible way you could have any relationship with him, for you were mute.
Ashton’s mother noticed that you smitten with his son, and actually liked you for his son. He knew that with you he would be in good hands. She introduced you to Ashton, and just like you smitten with Ashton, he was taken with you too. At first he couldn’t really communicate with you, unless you used text to speech apps. But soon he took the decision to try to learn another way to communicate, which would be through to touch. You knew sign language, but it would be useless since Ashton couldn’t learn, given that had spent his whole entire life being blind.
Ashton soon began to learn, what you two would call touch communication with the help of you and your own family and his mother. You would help him understand letter, numbers, and words, by tracing them onto his skin that always made his body shiver by your gentle touch. At times you needed spell things out twice since he was so distracted by you running your fingers along his skin, which even to this day made him shiver.
Today was your lazy day; you had nothing to do but to hang out with Ashton. Ashton searched for your hand, and when he found your hand, he began to draw tiny circles on your palm, tickling you nerves, and smile a bit. Your hands were small and delicate, for which Ashton needs to grasp them gently and treat them like the finest glass, which he gladly did. He leads your hands to his chest, moving your left hand behind his neck and your right hand on his heart, wanting you to feel how you made his heart race, you and only you. You rests your head right under his collar bone and breathes in softly. You relax as you inhale his natural scent and he did the same to you, feeling his hand trace across your skin.
He exhales quietly. “It’s been twenty-three months,”
‘A-l-m-o-s-t - t-w-o - y-e-a-r-s,’
“-Since we’ve been together.” Ashton finishes the sentence.
That same night, you took Ashton to the beach again. The sun had already set and most of the people are gone off the beach. It was just you two. You took Ashton’s hand told him that it was dark outside and everyone is gone.
‘I - a-l-w-a-y-s - l-o-v-e-d - b-e-a-c-h-e-s.’
Even throughout everything you’ve done for each other, all the complications and faults in your relationship, at the end, you two are the ones who keep it strong and alive, because you both didn’t care what others thought, because if they knew what your relationship was like, they would wish they had a relationship like yours.
‘A-s-h-t-o-n – I – f-e-e-l – s-a-f-e – i-n- y-o-u-r – a-r-m-s’ you wrote onto his forearm, pressing your face against his chest.
He embraces you closer into a hug and began to touch his face. Your hands began to trace his face your fingertips tracing up his cheeks until you find his left ear. “I love you.” he whispers. He wraps his arms around you and you grab his left hand write the following:
‘I - l-o-v-e - y-o-u - t-o-o.’
Ok so I got like a good number of doing either blind Ashton and one person to do a deaf Michael, which I may actually do since I have a certain scenario in mind. So yea tell me what you think of this one, hopefully it wasn’t too bad. So should I do a deaf Michael, the request said she would prefer Michael but any of the boys would do, so should I do deaf Michael, or with one of the other boys. LET ME KNOW :)
FEEL FREE TO LEAVE REQUESTS OR PREFERENCE IDEAS IN MY INBOX OR LOOK HERE FOR FUTURE WORKS I AM GOING TO POST AND MESSAGE ME WHICH ONES YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE AND I MIGHT START WORKING ON THEM SOONER
Archie rolls his eyes and Chop nods a bit. “Uh huh.”
“No, like, seriously. She’s just kinda, you know, perfect. Like her sense of humor is just great. Isn’t she great?”
“Uh huh,” Archie reaches over and grabs Finn’s glass. “This is why we don’t let you drink like this. You get weird.”
“Not weird,” he protests, making a haphazard swipe to get his drink back but his hand ultimately lands in the ashtray in front of him, soot sticking to fingertips. “Fuck.”
“Worse than a toddler, I tell ya.” Chop takes a napkin and passes it to him (and protests loudly when Finn gives a sly grin and tries to wipe the mess on Chop’s shirt). “When are the girls getting here? Raemundo is in charge of Finn. I’ve had my share.”
“I’m not a child you just pass around,” Finn tells him indignantly.
“Yes, you are. Did you hear about Chloe kissing Kendo at that party the other night? Izzy reckons she got off proper with him later.”
Finn sulls up because he doesn’t want to talk about Chloe. He wants to talk about Rae and he wants his mates to agree with him because she is literally the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he needs everyone to know. Sure, he didn’t like her much in the beginning. Ok, maybe he did. She breezed in and ignored him and stole his 20p (and his heart) and then went right for Archie. Nothing had been easy with her and he figured that was the half of the attraction he felt towards her.
Maybe not. Maybe. He wasn’t sure. He did know that his heart got twisty and his palms got sweaty and whenever they kissed, he had to brace himself because his knees went wibbly wobbly and his mind got wonky. There were those occasions when he was in the middle of class or in the middle of dinner or in the middle of a sentence and his heart would start mooning over her smile and then he’d smile like an idiot and he couldn’t even be embarrassed about it anymore. She was his lady, his girl and he could be as happy about that as he wanted to be.
And her eyes. Man, her eyes were glorious. He supposes he never thought of things like eyes but then he fell madly in love and suddenly eyes became very important. It was just how when they darkened, he knew he was in trouble (which could be good and bad because sometimes he was about to get yelled at and sometimes he was about to get fucked to heaven and back) and how they shimmered when he did something particularly good (he had spent a lot of time lately brushing up on his joke telling and his musical prowess had increased a hundred fold). Her beautiful eyes were the last thing he saw before he forced his own closed when he leaned in to kiss her.
There were other things, too. Her impatience (which he usually found annoying in others) was endearing, especially when it was aimed at him and she’d pat her foot on the ground, giving him a little huff with her arms folded across her chest. And her chest, holy fucking Jesus Christ-
“Come on, mate! I don’t want to hear about how you drool over Raemundo’s tits, that’s not cool,” Chop complains.
Finn pauses and tries to figure out when his internal monologue had become formed words that dipped off his tongue. “I’m talking?”
“Yes, you are.” Archie shakes his head. “Didn’t know you had feelings that reached those depths, to be honest.”
“No, you shut up.” Chop slaps his hand on the table. “I don’t want to hear that stuff, man. I know you and I have different views on Raemundo, but she’s like my daddy, you know and I-“
Finn scowls at him. “She’s not your daddy, she’s my wifey and I ain’t hearing no more of-“ He stops, eyes snapping shut. “Oh, fuck.”
“She’s your what?” Chop crows. “Your what, Finn?”
“But you said-“
“You did! You called her your-“
“Shut up, Chop!”
“Finn and Rae Nelson. I kinda like it.”
“Chop, I swear on all that is holy, I will punch your-“
“Hey, girls!” Archie says loudly, interrupting Chop and Finn’s fight. Finn gives Chop a warning look and gets a shit-eating grin in return. Don’t he mouths and Chop shrugs innocently.
Finn knows he’s all eager puppy (he is even when he’s sober but it’s worse when he’s got too much drink in his system) and he grips the bottom of his chair to keep himself in place but all that happens is he ends up scooting chair and all towards her, head landing on her shoulder in a bid to be petted and she laughs, complying for a moment before saying “Hit the bottle a little hard tonight, have you?”
It’s the truth but he pleads innocent. “No, no. Well, yeah. It’s Archie’s fault.”
“It’s not my fault. It’s your fault for buying so many drinks.”
Finn looks at Rae, eyes pleading with her to understand. “I forgot you girls weren’t coming round til later.”
“So you drank them all?”
“Leave me out of it,” Chop shakes his head. “Chop did shit. Stop lying to your wi-“
Finn flings an arm out, catching Chop in the chest and the boy sputters and cough at the thump. Archer starts laughing and Izzy worries with Chop (who is milking the hit for extra attention). “What was that for?” Chop demands.
“I told you to keep your mouth shut!”
“Not my fault you called her your wife!”
His head hits the table with a thunk, cheeks flooding with blood. Fuck. Fuck alcohol and fuck Chop for being such a little shit. Archie is laughing even harder and Rae says “What?” and the next thing Finn knows, he and Chop are on the floor, wrestling around. There’s no malice behind the playful punches and no one moves to break them up (Chop is fairly drunk as well and it doesn’t take long for them both to tire out before they crawl back into their seats). No one says anything about what Chop blurted out but he can feel them all giving him side-eye and he’s very conscious of his actions after that.
But then her fingers tilt across his thigh and he’s too drunk to pick up what she’s writing the first time and the second time he’s still lost (but the third time he just wants her to touch him). When she huffs impatiently at him, he focuses hard and then wishes he hadn’t when she spells out W-I-F-E-?
It was a slip of the tongue, he wants to tell her. Something that came out when he was defending her against Chop calling her daddy (it was fucking creepy and she was girl for Christ’s sake). Something that didn’t mean anything but it actually did mean a whole fucking lot because he thought about it more than he should especially when he was sprawled on the bathroom floor, trying to cool down because the thought of forever with her overheated him in a way he couldn’t explain. His mind tries to think of something, anything to save himself from the embarrassment though and his fingers formulate something along the lines of just kidding but when they touch her thigh, his heart gains control over his entire body and he dumbly traces W-H-Y-N-O-T-?
(When she gets him home and up to his room later that night, he’ll call her Mrs. Nelson before falling asleep and then the thought of what will be is stuck in her head, too.)
doN’T GODDAMN TOUCH ART WITHOUT ASKING! I DON’T CARE IF IT’S 2D, 3D, A SKETCH, A FINISHED PIECE Y O U D O N T F U C K I N G T O U C H I T WITHOUT ASKING THE ARTIST FIRST! MORE THAN LIKELY, THEY’LL SAY NO. GUESS WHAT? T O O F U C K I N G B A D i KNOW I GREW UP IN EXHIBITION HALLS AND ART GALLERIES BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT MY FAMILY DOES FOR A GODDAMN LIVING BUT I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THIS WAS COMMON SENSE????
AND IF AN ARTIST IS FEELING OUT OF THEIR COMFORT ZONE THEY ARE MORE LIKELY TO LET PEOPLE AWAY WITH BULLSHIT - ART IS STRESSFUL, SHOWING OTHERS YOUR ART IS ANXIETY-INDUCING, AND SHOWING AT A NEW GALLERY/EXHIBITING SOMEWHERE NEW/DEALING WITH A DIFFERENT KIND OF CLIENTELE FOR THE FIRST TIME CAN BE FUCKING AWFUL BECAUSE Y O U D O N T K N O W W H A T T O D O SO IF THE ARTIST ISNT SAYING ANYTHING, MAYBE THEY HAVEN’T NOTICED, MAYBE THEY’RE BITING THEIR TONGUE BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT TO IRRITATE/SCARE OFF A POTENTIAL CUSTOMER BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING R I D I C U L O U S PRICES YOU HAVE TO PAY TO EXHIBIT PLACES. ARTISTS OFTEN HAVE TO SIT DOWN, WRITE OUT A LIST OF PLACES/SHOWS THEY WANT TO EXHIBIT, AND THEN THINK ‘WELL WHAT CAN I AFFORD?’ MOST OF THEM TAKE OUT LOANS TO BE ABLE TO EXHIBIT AND JUST HOPE THEY DO WELL ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO PAY BACK THEIR LOANS, NOTHING ABOUT ACTUALLY MAKING A LIVING OR A PROFIT FROM THEIR WORK.
HONESTLY FUCK ALL OF YOU WHO LOOK DOWN ON FINE ART AND SAY IT’S A PART OF THE PAST AND SNEER DOWN FROM WHERE YOU SIT PERCHED UP ON YOUR PILES OF TECHNOLOGY AND SOFTWARE FOR CREATING ART. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST DIGITAL ARTISTS BUT I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS AGAINST TWATS.
YOUR FINGERS, NO MATTER HOW CLEAN YOU THINK THEY ARE, HAVE OILS ON THEM. THIS IS A FACT OF LIFE. DO NOT TOUCH ART.
WHILE WE’RE ON THIS TOPIC DON’T HANG PAINTINGS IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT OR THEY’LL FADE, THE SAME WAY WALL HANGINGS OR TAPESTRIES DO
This world needs more Genocide/ Mean Frisks, I'm really bored with Avery Sue Frisk already. Like if a entire race would try to kill me for my SOUL even if I could SAVE/RESET one time or another I would lose my chill.
avery sue! i like that term. (assuming it’s meant to be gender neutral mary sue)
and yeahhhh i mean? just give us more realistic frisk. give us more complex frisk! give us more not perfect angel frisk!
personally, i don’t see it as a very powerful thing when a saintly child drops into the underground, immediately knows to spare every monster despite being killed over and over and over again, and frees everyone on the 1.5th try
what about a kid who fell into the underground, was terrified, killed a lot of people out of that fear - people were trying to murder them! - and then face flowey. of course they kill him, they think that’s the only way to end this…but his dying words make them stop?
“I k n e w y o u h a d i t i n y o u.”
and it breaks their heart because they didn’t want to do this, they didn’t want to have dust on their hands, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not -
they can reset. they can do it all over. maybe they can…they can…do better…maybe…
because people often say the no mercy run is an effect of the corruption that comes from the power to do anything you want without consequences, but from an in-universe standpoint, the power to save and reset also offers the opportunity to do better than you did before. you made mistakes, but you can learn from them and try again, this time wiser and kinder.
so what about a frisk who messes up over and over and over again, who gets frustrated and kills when they don’t know what else to do, who feels like they’re just doing what they have to so they can survive, but something in them keeps walking away from the chance to leave this hellish place and try again, so maybe they don’t need to be a murderer this time. or maybe they do it to spite that flower, because spite is an easier motivator than guilt.
and eventually they get it right! eventually they figure out how to stay alive without killing anyone, except now they’re attached to these people they used to resent, and it’s not fair that there’s no way to get out of here without getting someone’s dust on their hands, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, but if they can defy death, they can defy this too!
so then they finally figure it out, attempt after attempt after attempt, and they got it! everyone’s free! frisk finds a pillow and cries onto it for a while. idk, i guess i just like the idea of someone who tries really hard to be good, messes up a lot, doesn’t stop trying even when it doesn’t come easily or naturally, and then finally gets their happy ending and an entire pie.
but yknow what else is interesting…frisks who don’t go that far and who give up! cause this is a hard burden for a little kid.
maybe they just leave as soon as they have the chance, who gives a damn about anyone who had to die on the way. maybe they did go the route of trying to do better, but gave up and left anyway because it’s too hard for them. maybe they took a different path, maybe they got a taste of LV, and decided to kill again, just because they’re monsters, it doesn’t really count, and they can just reset, right?
basically there’s so much possibility for how this could go. there’s a very wide range of ways someone could react to frisk’s situation, so choosing what is, tbh, the blandest one, is a little unfortunate? More Frisks Pls
soft and tired michael crawling into bed after tour has finished and cuddles up to your side and just basks in your presence because you haven’t seen eachother in so long and he rests his head on your tummy and tells you about all the things you’ve missed, about the fans asking about you and how he loved being on that stage every night but hated it because you weren’t there with him and he eventually falls asleep half way through this coversation after all the yawning and snuggling into you and all you can do is giggle at this giant you call your boyfriend and how cute he is
The other day i made a post about how some people think romance/marriage is what sets humans apart from animals, saying that asexual/aromantic people exist and lobsters mate for life, so they'd be the same as people by that logic. SInce then I have come to the conclusion that non aces/non aros should be known as lobsters, because as they get older they generally face no loss of reproductive urges, and are a delicious source of sustenance.
okay firstly w h y a r e y o u e a t i n g p e o p l e
secondly, the act of cannibalism does not actually provide you with the vitamins/nutrients that your body does not naturally produce. because. it is a body that is similar to your own and therefore will also lack the same nutrients that you lack. so while they might be delicious and sustenancing, they are not actually providing you with proper nourishment