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AI art is trending again. The people who defend ai and using it to "create art" aren't artists and don't have a creative bone in their body. You didn't create shit.

"you're just mad cause-"

No. You're mad you can't draw or do anything, and mad cause we are calling you out on your shit and not welcoming you into the artist community.

AI steals art. It is not the same as using another persons work as inspiration.

You'd know that if you were an actual fucking artist.

Go fuck yourself.

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The Challenge: Comment on every fanfic you read and enjoy in the month of January.

Every chapter. Every one shot. Every drabble. Every ficlet. Whether it’s on a personal website, a blog, or an archive. Whether you’ve read it a hundred times before or you’re reading it for the first time. Whether the fic was posted years ago or minutes ago. Whether you sign your name or leave your thoughts anonymously. Whether your comment is paragraphs in length or a few short words. Comment on every fanfic you read and enjoy in the month of January.

The Philosophy: Comments are what keep a fandom thriving and growing.

We don’t see comments as a transaction. They’re not a price paid for reading a fic. We see comments as an interaction, a way of building relationships. Comments are a courtesy, not a currency. [x]

Fandom is a relationship between dozens,hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of fans, and the only way for the greater fandom relationship to function, is for those fans to interact. One way to interact is by writing and reading fanfic. A writer prompts an interaction by posting their work; it is up to the reader to then acknowledge (or not acknowledge).

As one of our favorite blogs, @ao3commentoftheday​, said: [x]

“Comment if you can, but don’t be bullied or pressured into it. A comment should be written in the same spirit as the fic itself: wanting to reach out to other people who love the same fandom as you do. It’s not easy to do that, I know, and I don’t hold it against you at all if you can’t.”

The Only Rule: Be kind.

Be kind to your fandoms’ writers.

Please note that this challenge is to “comment on every fanfic you read and enjoy in the month of January.” As our fandom forebears were fond of saying, “Don’t like, don’t read.” For FaFiCoWriMo, we have taken that one step further by saying, “Don’t like, don’t comment.”

No matter how well-intentioned, critique is useless unless it comes from a place of trust. Unless you know an author personally and they have specifically asked for your critique, please keep it to yourself.

It costs zero of your currency and zero of your time to not be a jerk.

Be kind to yourself.

If you do find yourself unable to comment on every fic (for whatever reason), remember this: we forgive you, zero judgement. [x]

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Announcing JUST LEAVE (A COMMENT FEST), where you have 5 days to leave as MANY comments as possible!! We have themes to give you a starting place, but you're free to comment on whatever you want, as MUCH as you want! Check below for explanations of each themed day and an FAQ

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Enji ♥

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“cooking by the book!” || katsuki bakugou

     ⇥ When Bakugou teaches 1-A how to bake a cake for an upcoming festival, you can’t help but notice how he treats you a little nicer than the others. But that’s just your crush on him talking…right? [1.6k words]

a/n: this is named after that remix of “cooking by the book” from lazy town bc no other song captures the pure essence of bakugou and reader’s relationship. this was also largely inspired by the difference in how gordon ramsay treats kid chefs vs. adult ones.[navigation]

Keep reading

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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:

1. “Part 2??”

Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Don’t kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate what’s already given.

2. The DC Conundrum

Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.

Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, there’s a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, don’t be a dick. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.

3. The Wild Algorithm

Unlike TikTok, Tumblr’s FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after it’s posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.

4. Passive Content Consumption

Ties back with point #1. If you’re only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they can’t spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.

5. De(constructive) Criticism

If an opinion isn’t asked for, don’t give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesn’t understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.

6. Are You My Content Machine?

Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.

Don’t ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.

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redraw , he looks so good in red glasses ;w;

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" So that oaf of a yakuza Todoroki sent you to rob me, did he? I can offer you so much more."

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”♡” shaped freckle

Deku has a heart-shaped freckle on his right cheek, that Bakugo will kiss every time they meet~

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Erasermight from a while ago for Patrones

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endeavor and hawks | bnha: world heroes mission.

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shining light

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This is the art I did for @/HeartburnZine! I wanted to adapt the tale of Icarus and The Sun, where the Sun God puts down his flames to not harm his beloved ^^ The Aftersales for Heartburn are almost over! Click the LINK to see their shop!

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Fanboy Hawks appreciating the booba! 👁️👁️

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cw: a little nsfw at the beginning, minors dni, otherwise just comfort. this is a repost.

“Katsuki.”

Bakugou blinks once, then twice, as though he’s now realizing how deep in a trance he was prior to you speaking. He shakes his head gently, then lets his gaze focus on your bare breasts first, then rise up to meet your quizzical look.

“Mm?” It’s a quiet grunt that’s followed by him kissing the softness of your belly and cupping your breasts. You frown a bit, but the sensation of his rough hands on yours, especially with his thumbs grazing at the nipples is still a little overwhelming. Not as overwhelming as the sudden twitch of his cock inside you that makes you squirm, and you wonder how he manages to do that so effortlessly.

Your voice softening a bit, you ask, “are you alright? You seem… unfocused.” The hands you lay flat on is chest to support your upright position curl into fists.

He grits his teeth for a moment, then grins. “What, I can’t have a lazy day?”

As though challenged, he flips you over so quickly that you’re almost surprised to find yourself laying flat on your back so fast, and dips low to kiss at your earlobe.

“Such a demanding pillow princess, aren’t you?” he teases between nips and bites at your jaw and neck. Maybe it’s true, you do prefer to be under him rather than on top of him, but it’s not so much the position that was the issue, but the fact that for the first time in a while, you’re struggling to feel connected with him.

You stop him abruptly, almost capturing his cheeks in your hands as he makes his way for your lips. The look on his face is of an intense shock once you trap him, dramatic enough that you end up stifling a laugh and squeezing, he’s so cute.

“What the hell-”

“Talk to me,” you insist, pursing your lips. Bakugou’s eyebrows knit into a line and you can hear a groan of irritation right before he plops down onto you, as though defeated. He’s heavy as shit, you acknowledge, but the warm pressure actually does feel nice. You can feel the slow thump of his heart now, even if he’s slowly pressing air out of your lungs.

Bakugou’s head nestles into your neck and his hands search for yours in the sheets before your fingers intertwine. He holds on tight, and for the next few moments, you’re lost in the sound of him breathing, his chest rising and falling and the feel of his hands.

He lets out a sigh that seems to run head to toe, from core to the tips of his toes, then turns his head to kiss you.

“I’m exhausted,” he finally admits. His voice is smaller than usual, but his lips are just by your ear so you hear him loud and clear.

“I know,” you reply.

Air blows from his nose in the form of a muted scoff. He holds your hands tighter than releases them before rolling over to your side. He must have picked up the barely there strain in your voice from supporting his weight.

Bakugou’s arm drapes around your waist as you turn to face him and he pulls you to press against him. Stroking gently at the side of his face, you give him a warm smile.

“You’re allowed to be tired,” you remind him. His eyes widen just for a moment as he takes the words in, then looks away.

“Not really.”

You tense, but he spares you the lecture about the pressures of being a top hero. Instead, he pouts and you shift upwards to press your forehead onto his. You can feel his body relax against yours and you raise your leg so that it rests on the side of his hip.

“Yes, really.  You’re allowed to rest,” you repeat, more forcefully this time.

The pressure to perform, in more ways than one, dissipates with the tone of your voice. He holds you again, tighter this time, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You can feel a shudder, but he isn’t crying. Not yet.

Your hand twists into blonde locks and you comb gently at his scalp with your fingers. If no one else will let him breathe, not even himself, you’ll be the one to make him.

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