Dimension hopping artist that is aggressively positive
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I started drinking imaginary wine and contemplating Artemis Fowl characters as real 4 dimensional characters and broke down some stereotypes and assumptions I had in my head and came to the conclusion that everyone there is just really Messed Up because of Artemis Senior and his accident. No one would have this much trauma if the man just. Got an office job and became a stable parent and husband instead of whatever the heck he did. Angeline wouldn't have gone insane, Artemis (probably) wouldn't have become a world-wide criminal with so much mental trauma, Butler wouldn't have died probably, and I mean. Holly would just be minding her own business. Of course Opal Koboi would probably also rule the world but thats besides the point
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I never dreamed of college, smokey cafes, or finding romance in an academic mini city but college has turned out to be almost just like what old 90’s movie protags dream of. Today, my best friend came to my school to visit, eat and hangout. I’ll be honest, since starting college I’ve been so incredibly tired. I love getting to see my best friend but I also love getting to fall into my bed. She was coming with her friend from work who went to the Uni next to my college. We ate, and then went to this place called “The breakout room”... or something. It was cool. As soon as I walked in I immediately thought it looked just like a movie set where the group of main characters would frequent and recoup at. It had a bar, arcade games, pool, places to sit and eat. It was honestly kind of a dream.
I ended up leaving earlier than my best friend. It was supposed to rain around 9 but it was only 7 when I left and it was pouring. I covered my backpack with my sweater and walked to my bus stop. As I looked up at my rainy mini city I felt incredibly happy and at home. If I could film with my very eyes I would, just to capture what I saw in that moment.
I happen to be an easy target for strangers of every kind. I’m sociable and kind of stupid and I wear those labels on my face apparently. I’ve had every type of guy leer at me, talk to me, try to be my friend with ulterior motives, you name it. I’ve had someone try to follow me home. If anything I should be wary of people but for some reason I’m not. Don’t get me wrong– I want to keep myself safe and I don’t engage with everyone, just most people. I don’t know what the other person is going through, who am I to not let someone have a chance just because of others? What I’m trying to say is, a girl in a storm at 8pm should be wary of not just the weather but people too. Despite that, a person with a gold string of kindness in their mind decided to be nice to me today… and I let them.
I stood at the four-way cross hoping to get to the bus shelter on the other side quickly. Next to me was a guy with a red umbrella that looked like a giant japanese paper umbrella. I kind of wished I thought to bring my own umbrella (it wasn’t supposed to rain this hard anyways). So I stood there and eventually stopped feeling the rain. As the light changed I looked to see the guy next to me, quietly sheltering me. No small talk, no “come under my umbrella”, he just moved his arm a little bit to the left. I thanked him and we crossed the street together. A little part of me thought to speed away and hide (however it is possible to hide in on a public sidewalk) but another part of me was happy to let this moment play out. A stranger, a man of all things, did a kind act with no need for repayment.
We made it to the other side of the street and I thanked him again. I moved into the bus shelter and did the thing with my phone where you check the calculator to look busy. The guy stood outside the bus shelter, not even sparing a glance at me. For that I was so happy. It was a happy moment to be inside a packed bus shelter with people of all different backgrounds and ages all under one goal (and one roof); to get out of the rain and home. I watched an older lady looking at an energetic young boy with his mom. I watched a young college guy talk to an old man about the weather. To quietly observe was just great.
I get on the bus and then off two stops later and it's pouring hard. I curse as I protect my bag with my life. I’ll be so damned if I lose a thousand dollar laptop because I forgot an umbrella. A girl with an umbrella saw my pain and invited me under. We laughed like little girls hiding from the rain. We crossed the street and I learned she lived in my building. She goes to TMU and it was hell getting back up to where we live in this storm.
I happen to live on the lower part of a hill if you could describe it that way, so we get a whole bunch of water from up the street. Our shoes were soaked as we ran around a bus and into the street. I hate getting my feet wet but having my whole left foot submerged in water wasn’t even a worry because I was with a kind stranger. We make it inside and worry about our laptops being dry, then we part ways. In my mind, I am beaming because even though my left side is soaking, my afternoon was a little better because of a few kind strangers.
There will always be weird people. I’m a self proclaimed cute girl in an area where the freak spawn rate increases depending on the amount of moonlight. It’ll never feel nice to be mentally undressed in broad daylight or to be disappointed by someone's ulterior motives but I know I’ll still be bright and bubbly because good people do exist. You just need to be open to see them. I want to be someone's reason for believing in a stranger.
I will take time out of my day to carry your bags. I will help you up a ramp. I will listen to you talk about your kids. I will share my last cents with you if I can. I want to be another kind stranger.
I agree with this SO MUCH!!! I love strangers that are nice! I love being a nice stranger!!! One time I was out shopping and this old man really liked that I was wearing elf ears (I love being whimsical) and he just??? Sang me an old 60s song??? It was awesome and it will be a day I always remember.
And one time this girl at my school who I never even interacted with before was sitting next to me and she had gotten like a text from her ex and she started venting about them and I just felt like I was included in her life for even just a few minutes and it was just really nice.
The world may not always be kind, but i will be kind to it and other people will be kind to me too. Its a two way street and I wave to my neighbors
i don't like to yuck people's yum but i have to say that my least favorite thing to come from the current state of Artists on the Internet is the idea of a sketchbook as something nice and pretty and shareable. like i love me a notebook full of gorgeous art don't get me wrong but that is NOT what a sketchbook is. a sketchbook is my friend who i carry around everywhere like a purse chihuahua. it is the physical manifestation of my notes app. it is the container into which i wring my brain out. it is my therapist. and most of all it is filled with absolutely terrible sketches that should never see the light of day.
this post is making the rounds again and the amount of people saying that the pretty sketchbooks phenomenon ruined sketchbooks for them is HEARTBREAKING and i stand by my opinion that sketchbooks should be like a jar you put your OCs in. and then you shake them around in there. that's what they're for
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watching danny phantom and i find it very fun how danny and vlads color palletes are much more similar than danny and his families. jack is all orange and maddie is all teal and jazz has a mix of both orange and teal, but danny is white black and red. its a good way to show how he's kinda the black sheep both with how he compares himself to his family (solid c student in a family of geniuses) and with being. yknow. not fully human.
and then danny and vlads visual similarities make me kinda automatically associate them. put danny in a picture with his family and he stands out. put him next to vlad and he blends in. i like how this kinda shows the character relationships. danny and vlad are the only people who will be able to understand each other, even if they dont get along. meanwhile danny feels like he constantly has to hide who he is from his family.
One way I can see Artemis Fowl and Danny Phantom meeting each other is that the Ghost King (pre Danny) is like:
“hey what the hell” when Artemis gets resurrected for the first time.
So when he died the second time, there is a ghost there immediately to do the equivalent of arresting him for his ‘crimes against humanity’ or smt like that and the Ghost King deicides that he should locked up in prison or pocket dimension or whatever the actual version is in the show.
(Pretty much all I know is from what I’ve read on here so forgive me if anything is out right wrong)
But then Danny defeats the Ghost King and has to deal with all the ‘being the new Ghost King’ stuff and eventually gets to Artemis and is like:
“hey wait his soul got pulled back into his body by an external force, he didn’t do anything” and frees Artemis.
And Artemis FINALLY gets a chance to actually speak his mind on the situation and how unfair it was, but hey! It has a justice system, a corrupt one but if one exists so do the loop holes! Maybe he can get back at the other ghosts for doing that to him.
Holly starring at Artemis’ grave: I don’t know what you’re plotting but I know your doing it…
One second thought he went through a whole character ark and is supposed to be a better person now so maybe not.
Has a little morality crisis before deciding that he might as well just stay close to Danny (as people seem to respect him and he is treated as if he’s pretty important) and learn as much as he can while figuring out what he should do.
And then his smarts and the fact Danny likes hanging out with him despite his first impression, ends up with him like as advisor to Danny.
Artemis is only staying for the protection while he waits for his new body to be ready, he’s TOTALLY not staying coz he likes interacting with Danny or anything. No way.
wow I can't believe it's another day the world HASN'T ended. what genre even is this earth cause I'm getting sci-fi fantasy vibes with this current dystopia
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the thing is that I want to be kind. I want to care and be considerate. And i am. But i also do not care. I don't care if you think I'm cringe or if you think I'm being rude. I am being me to the best of my ability and I dont need to apologize for the life that I fought so hard to find
you know something? Sometimes you get asked or you ask yourself "who do I value more?" Do I value myself first, or do I put my friends or family ahead of myself? And I've struggled to come up with a true answer for myself for this one. Because if my sibling wanted to go to the museum and I wanted to stay home, i would choose their happiness because i know i can handle being disappointed and tired but they really want to go this thing. Or of my friend wanted chinese food but I wanted pizza, I know I could handle not having pizza but they love chinese so I'd love to make them happy in the time we share. But if it were life and death? If I had to choose between saving my family, my friends, or myself and I could only choose one?
I would choose myself.
Not because i value myself more than them. I love them all. That's why I'm choosing myself.
If I died for one of them, they might not be able to live with the pain. They might live in agony for the rest of their lives. But I know I can handle the pain. I have all my life. So I'll run and let them die to spare them from a lifetime of guilt.
And I don't know if that makes me good or evil, but I know I would do it in the end. I would hesitate but I would run.
okay but seriously Artemis Fowl probably NEVER started out as the soft boy we love him as. Dont get me wrong I love a (mostly) reformed Artemis but do you know how fricking mean kids are between ages 10-14?? They will Cut Out Your Heart and feed it to the pigeons and chant skibidi or something and sacrifice your soul to satan without your permission just for likes. Tweens today are how people viewed 17 year olds back in the 80s. I'm pretty sure Artemis spent his younger years being a criminal not because of his father but because he was just a little demon like the rest of the kids. He was just more disciplined in what he wanted.
you know when you're performing for an empty theater? Is it really for them or for you? Do you notice how no one is clapping? Do you notice how you can stop in the middle of the scene and just
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