i don't post my art ever. have something that makes me explode.
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i don't post my art ever. have something that makes me explode.
In my creepypunk au, Toby is usually always working close with EJ since they both usually stick to the apartment building. Toby loves hanging out with him and thinks he's "cool"... EJ will say he's annoyed by it but he "tolerates" him
staring at images of your characters and making unintelligible noises at them.
shitty public transport was invented by car companies to sell more cars.
this is a reminder to everyone to play splatoon 1.
[comes back from pacing for two hours.]
i don't know what else happens in this story, but i now know what i'd do if a movie company approached me about it.
i've been thinking about making a server specifically for splatoon fanfiction. =w= stuff like recommendations, beta reading, brainstorming/workshopping, etc. i'd even love to have regular writing exercises, such as sprinting. i've seen quite a few for other fandoms, so i wonder if anyone would be interested!
"am i wasting my time?"
no. write that fanfic. draw that art. say what you want to say. feel what you want to feel. stop, take a moment: witness life in front of you.
you are making yourself happy. you are making yourself and others happy.
it is in our blood to create, regardless of our self-indulgences. those who try to bring you down are insecure with their own. search through those in history who have created magnificent, thought-provoking works of art: if they had not created, they would not have lived.
you live to create. you live to love.
do not ever stop. keep going. keep creating. find your voice and blow it out; and then heal it, lick your wounds and carry on yelling and screaming about yourself. you are you. you are the only you who will exist. we will not know about it unless you scream.