I HAD THE IDEA FIRST YOU TWINK

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive

reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

some dumbass on here with a hubris of intergalactic proportions is gonna paywall a loki gifset and it'll take disney exactly 23 seconds to shut down tumblr forever with no warning. we'll all be left in scattered post-apocalyptic digital communities of people we keep in touch with outside of this hellsite, picking our way through the wreckage. grieving the loss of years and years of content, whether carefully curated and tagged, or a wild, eclectic delightful stream. trying to adjust emotionally to the reality of completely homogenized, virtually interchangeable social media platforms. failing. asking ourselves again and again, senselessly, 'where am i supposed to go for depressed gay shitposting now, fucking twitter??' with only fading echoes for an answer.

Yeji: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now.

Yuna: There’s no Wi-Fi in prison.

Yeji: [nods] Thank you.

Minho: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Chan: Finally.

Minho: Chan, we talked about this-

Executioner: last meal?

Jisung: I want to eat the electric chair.

Executioner:

Executioner, through walkie talkie: can he do that?

@A3 fandom can you let me in I have memes

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