i hate how capitalism and 2010s-20s minimalistic designs took away creative and colorful designs. i miss how mcdonald’s used to look when it had the red tile roof and when they had chairs in the dining room molded after their characters. i miss when storefronts would have colorful cartoon art on the walls and windows. i miss how hot topic used to look, when it looked like it’d be scary to walk into when you were a kid but after you got in and saw all the invader zim merchandise it was okay. or how malls used to have so much color, from the tiles to the walls to the ceiling. i hate the bland minimalism we have now. i hate the beige and silver design that every store has now. i hate it.
a car goes full speed off a cliff and explodes at the bottom and when the smoke clears it's actually just perfectly parallel parked
a second car somewhere in the world perfectly parallel parks and when you think the car is finally aligned it spontaneously combusts and explodes
the law of equivalent exchange
"I want," the man said to the art robot, and then described an image in some detail.
"Certainly," said the art robot. A printout came out of its chest.
"Thank y- Hey! What's this?"
"A list of artists who make images of the kind you describe, and who are accepting commissions."
This is a horror story to a techbro and a feel-good comedy to anyone with a sense of human decency.
i did the FUNNIEST thing today
-my parents split up in like. 2002
-kept kinda dating though. like they weren’t married anymore really but they weren’t really single
-my dad cheats on her in like. 2008 or so.
-my parents split up for realsies this time
-do not get a legal divorce though bc that’s too expensive and just live as functionally divorced people.
-are functionally co-parenting kind of.
-get into a huge fight in 2014 and don’t talk for a year.
-get into a BIGGER fight, resulting in a yelling match at my school in 2015. really only text eachother for child support payment purposes.
-i turn 18. my dad says “it’s been real” and they pretty much cease all communication.
-today is their wedding anniversary. i create a group chat with the three of us wishing them a happy 22nd anniversary and send a link to a divorce attorney.
[id: a tumblr reply from heller-castiel-main that says “@.morgans-mess my mom thought it was hilarious. my dad is ignoring the message”. end id]
“Your art isn’t valued by the number of notes you get” okay but. If you spent 6 hours baking a cake for a party, but no one at the party eats your cake, it’s still disappointing.
This articulates something about the different between value and validation that I didn’t previously register on a conscious level.
This is why I tell people I feel more like an entertainer than an artist.
I want to hear them laugh, chat, comment, speak, roar, cry, get irrationally angry, I need people to respond to my art and get inspired and need more.
I don’t want a note, I want a response.
Responses are very nice. I like reading over them. They make me feel fuzzy. Of course, likes and reblogs are also very appreciated, but responses make me feel a special kinda fuzzy.
That’s the thing about the “oh, create for yourself, don’t worry about other people!” attitude (that almost exclusively comes from non-artists and people who have tons of followers and routinely get tons of validation for SOME reason) that doesn’t quite work. I guarantee you, most of us already ARE creating for ourselves above all-
But we POST our creations for human connection, and that’s not a bad thing.
I’m not sure when we all got to the point where wanting validation for something you worked hard at is seen as a bad thing. That you’re pathetic for wanting.
If you think that way it’s not only toxic as hell it’s killing creators.
Creating isn’t easy. When there’s nobody to look at your work and say, “You did a good job. This was hard.” The drive and ambition disappears, then so does the work.
Give your content creators value.
Reblog content.
this is to the guy in the electronics department at walmart who when I approached and said “game” because it was the only word that would come to me, went “yeah” and walked me straight to tears of the kingdom, no questions asked














