DEAR READER
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi

JBB: An Artblog!

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
No title available
occasionally subtle
art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap

tannertan36
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

No title available

#extradirty
tumblr dot com
will byers stan first human second

JVL
wallacepolsom

No title available
dirt enthusiast
🪼

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from United States

seen from India
seen from Netherlands

seen from Israel

seen from North Macedonia

seen from North Macedonia

seen from North Macedonia
seen from United States

seen from North Macedonia
seen from United States
seen from North Macedonia

seen from United States
@aster---risk
please don't take this as me trying to sound ungrateful but you're being kind of irritatingly machievallian about this whole self-sacrifice scheme
For those who don't know: Ikumi Nakamura is the woman who was senior artist on Bayonetta, and designed the titular character along with Hideki Kamiya. Their greatest moment of bonding was over their insistence that Bayonetta keep her glasses on at all times. Nakamura cannot go to horny jail. She is the warden.
Happy pride month to her and her exclusively
she made a comic about the experience on twitter
happy pride
An Update from back in October I'm surprised wasn't added to this post. lol
I'm perfectly fine with people criticizing my favorite stories and frequently do it myself but can you stop being so boring about it
"This scene made me so uncomfortable" given the subject matter, it would be really, really badly written if it wasn't.
An Indulgent Rant After a Frustrating Meeting
I've been doing this for sixteen years. I've seen with my eyes that giving people art, letting art move, letting stories breathe, allowing them to travel: it changes people. Those stories go places and lodge in people's hearts in ways you can't predict. That can't happen if you keep it all close to the chest, behind a paywall, locked in bureaucracy. It can't happen if you're afraid. If you operate from a place of ownership and grasping and the fear that there might be money left on the table. We want a piece of this, they say. We want to make sure we get our share. You wouldn't have made this without us. True. Of course. But who will move the story? Who will connect with the audience? Is it you? I don't think so. That's why you hired me. If you give someone something freely with intention, it carries gratitude in it like a seed. It's nonlinear. I've been saying this for years.
The "money left on the table" isn't thousands, or even hundreds. Often it's a loss! I pay to print comics to put out into the world because they will go places I can't. People will find their way back to me. If my life changed because of one college student's weird photocopied tall ship-themed zine I found in a bookstore in 2005, who knows where my work will go and what it will do.
It infuriates me to run up against this mentality because it is so hard to share anything in the world today. It is so hard to get stories into the hands of people who need them. You have to give everything a fighting chance—print it out, leave it in the library, share it on social media, post it on your blog. Yes, publish it. Put it in a book. Put that book up for sale. Of course. Of course. I want to eat. I'm not a fool. But if people don't find the story, they won't want to buy the book. That's how it works.
I'm tired of working in a system that operates on that fear. It feels juvenile. "What if someone steals my idea?" "What if someone reads my work and doesn't pay me for the privilege?" GREAT. SOMEONE HAS READ MY WORK.
I don't know how to sit in the seat of this power while also championing the fact that artists must be paid. Our work has value, but much of that value is slantwise. It doesn't come in linear channels. So yes, pay me, but also trust me. Trust that I know what I'm doing. Trust that art moves in mysterious ways. Trust in the story. If it is good and true, people will value it. They will bring that value back to you.
Two or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a great many things but not everything. Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and thoroughly, solved everything.
Mary Oliver, from “Sometimes” in Red Bird (originally published in 2008)
shirahama's hatching process
so so red 11.12
I’m not sure how many people realize that there’s a way in which hurt/comfort is actually very kinky, because at its core you’ve got this emotional power exchange fantasy where one character is vulnerable and helpless and the other takes care of them. In the case of stories involving grievous injuries, where someone is bedridden for a long time, you often end up with two characters in a 24/7 total power exchange relationship without a safeword. It just doesn’t involve as many whips and dog collars.
Can I?? Like burrow into your brain like an amoeba? I need to feed on more of this
This reminds me of a blogger who covered femdom romance and erotica novels, who once remarked on a non-femdom series where "the portrayal of sex has an emotional intensity and purpose which is reminiscent of BDSM. The sex is vanilla, but the feelings are rather sadomasochism."
Hurt/comfort may be vanilla or entirely nonsexual, but the feelings can get very sadomasochism! Or D/s. Or other elements of kink.
clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after
clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling
Hey look it’s your boyfriend
Hans Thoma (1839-1924) The Lauterbrunnen 1904
i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.
alphabetizing. analysis. archival archival document i i i i i i i i i inventorying. love love love love love love love love love reading. reshelving. restoration. shelf sorting. work. work. you you you you you you you you you
Actually, I rather like being trans
I suppose being cis would be nice and all, but it doesn’t quite have the same “I will sieze Destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing” kind of verve
Reblog and put in the tags if you can remember where you got the shirt you're currently wearing.
the choctaw vampire hunters in sinners, photographed by eli joshua adé, smpsp.
ppl who don’t make an effort to listen to their partner(s) abt their interests bc they “don’t like it” scare me
exactly. it’s not about whether you like it or understand it. it’s about sharing their joy and learning about who they are.
Real and true