#art forms

[madame-helen]

[maned-wolfy-clown]

idc what anyone says non-sexual nudity is an ETHEREAL form of art. Our bodies should not be inherently sexual, it shouldn’t be called “softcore porn” if it’s just someone’s body, unless they’re asking you to sexualize it, don’t.

[spacelark]

[ihyperfixatedtoohard]

I have a writing hot take that may actually be lukewarm at best, or potentially the most insane thing ever said idk.

My belief is that since writing is an art form, it should be viewed the same way all other art is, meaning that there is no wrong way to do it. Like "bad" anatomy, right? There's times and places for it. It can help enhance the art if done right.

Is this just me using immense amounts of copium to justify my longass sentences strung together by short dashes, ellipses and commas? Yes. Yes it is. Fuck you. Writing is an art form and as long as it's legible and is being read exactly the way I thought it in my head, I win.

All this to say, all of my writing does have a bit too much Me in it, I feel. This is because I pretty much exclusively write the way I talk, unless I manage to visualize a character's voice in my head while I write. In that case, I literally can't think something that doesn't sound like something they would say in their voice. It always comes out wonky.

This was less a hot take and more a rambling, I'm realizing. Oh well 🤷

[pixiecorn]

!REMINDER! If you cannot take criticism do NOT be an professional artist in any capacity. Art is entirely subjective and opinion based and if you're going to cry every time somebody doesn't like or doesn't understand your piece just go and work in a bank or something.

[rottensoidier]

I'VE ALWAYS HATED 'PARTIES'

SIMON HENRIKSSON X READER (SFW) (can be platonic or romantic. Whatever you like!)

TW: Swear words, mention of assault, mentions of bullying.

If you feel uncomfortable with anything mentioned above, please proceed with caution<3

The entire school hated him. No one ever talked with Simon, let alone invite him somewhere. There were only 2 people who had nothing against him and somewhat liked him. Sophie.. and you! You were one of the more popular kids, constantly getting invited to parties and flirted with. He envied you.. yes. Who wouldn't envy such a perfect social life?

Parties were his cup of tea, easpiecally when he never got invited to any of them. He just preferred spending time alone with Sophie or you.. if you ever bothered to hang with him. It was more quiet, peaceful. No party horns, drunk teens, and potential assaults. Any time you tried to invite him to one, he'd decline or you'II other friends would bug in and refuse to let him come. If anything.. it was probably for the better.

Though, when you asked if he wanted to come to the upcoming party, he.. agreed! Wait- you heard that, right? He actually agreed! Though he was reluctant. You both agreed that if someone so much as mocked him or made a comment he would leave. It was a fair deal! Who wanted to get bullied by some fuckass cunts who were coddled by their parents? No one! Doesn't mean it won't happen though..

Friday 13th(hehe..), 7:32pm.

He arrived late. Wasn't a surprise, though. He never was good at planning times or being on time. You didn't mind, though, neither did anyone else. They mostly ignored him, anyway.

He stood in the corner, sipping 'apple juice' if you could call it that. It tasted like shit in his opinion. Clearly some rich, tasteless drink. He ended up just dumping the practically sewer water into the sink and putting the glass on the counter. It had only been 20 minutes and he already wanted to leave, so he went to find you. He did it pretty quickly, since you had been walking over to get some water, clearly sharing his opinion on the drinks provided.

You both ended up on the upstairs balcony, both standing there. Simon smoked, making sure to stand in a way that the smoke wouldn't hit you.

"Even cigarettes taste better than whatever they were serving.."

Simon sniggered, slight amusement in the way he said it.

"I know, right?"

Your response was fast, giggling with him as you both chatted until you got bored of the place and left.

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Trying to post fanfiction every few days, or even every single day if I can:)

Hope yall like it.

[i-stole-a-demons-personality]

My ideas exist in all media but sadly my hands only work in a few:

I want a song I composed on the piano to become a cool outfit;

I wish a story I've written could be a landscape painting;

that collages or moodboards I've created would turn into poems (that rhyme)

or I'd want my calligraphy to turn into drawings and sketches of people that actually look like them.