#cw people I don't want to tag

[yuzu-adagio]

"support kf financially for the future of internet freedom!!"

y'know I feel like "sometimes you gotta stand up for the bad guys too" kinda stops before you get to people who are trying to kill you

[anetherealpoetess]

Neil Gaiman, let’s be realistic. A 21-year-old working in the home of a man four decades her senior cannot truly give meaningful consent to any type of sexual encounter, let alone within mere hours of meeting him. Even though you are denying it was not consensual, the fact you have conceded the sexual encounter did happen at all is a full confession. You are, by your own admission, a predator.

[galaxyinacup]

Would you/ have you ever drawn Flower Ranchers fanart? (Jimmy×Tango×Scott)

I have drawn them before and I have done so again for you all!!!

I was originally just going to repost my previous art of them but my bestie gave me this banger idea for them and I needed to get it out there! (Also that art is like a year old now)

I've grown fond of snowbugs... they are so pretty!

I'll still leave my other art of them under the cut, as well as close ups of this one:

[seventeendeer]

this isn't at all meant to be condescending or finger-waggy because 100% we all have blind spots like this, but I'm really, really hoping that the people who never found Gaiman's approach to his own fandom concerning in any way will take this all as a learning moment.

he was an older, hyper-famous author engaging directly and frequently with an online audience of largely vulnerable young marginalized people. he presented himself as cultured and worldly, and made himself approachable as someone to go to for advice, encouragement and "wisdom." his manner of speech was extremely pathos-heavy and clearly intended to be comforting and encouraging in exactly the way his target demographic needed it to be to swallow every word. the way he spoke about stories and creativity was designed to make young creative hopefuls feel special and important, while sweeping real analytical techniques under the rug - in hindsight, likely so no one would think too critically about the disturbing amount of patriarchal abuse played for cheap shock value and voyerism in his own body of works.

Gaiman saw a target demographic that was desperate for an older creative role model to tell them they were worth something, and he exploited that pain to twist a narrative around himself where he was king and any critique leveled at him or his works were the enemy.

to be clear, he could have been innocent. he could totally have been just an out-of-touch old man saying nice things to people because he wanted to be kind and he thought he was a lot smarter than he really was. red flags are warning signs, not a surefire way to tell if someone is actually "secretly shitty."

but if you used to look up to him, PLEASE take this moment to revisit the ideas you absorbed from him. did you take his words to heart because they seemed to have objective merit? or did you take them to heart because it felt good to believe what he said? do you still hold these values? does knowing he was intentionally manipulating his online audience make you less certain? do you need more information from a different source before deciding one way or another?

again, I'm just really, really hoping people on here will take a moment to reevaluate the ideas and opinions he's injected into tumblr fandom culture, because his reach is immense and he has absolutely been manipulating popular perception of relevant topics to gain further influence and control the narrative around both his own and Pratchett's legacy. please, please take this moment to notice what he's been doing - and next time someone tries to pull the same shit, hopefully we'll be able to apply what we've learned from experience.

[sunnydayaoe]

My designs of the guys !!

[stu-machers-ghost]

Real pic of me giving my heart 2 @the-ghost-of-billy-loomis

Close-ups under the cut :3

[alllgator-blood]

PLEASE DROP THE LESHY MV I NEVERKNEW I NEEDED SMT SO BAD IM COMBUSTING look its ok if its unfinished or sketchy or cringe or whatever YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT POWER YOURE HOLDING BACK RN I THINK THE GIFS FRIED MY BRAIN

save me leshy mv by river from tumblr dot com...save me...

I KINDA FORGOT ABOUT IT TIL THIS ASK, I don't know what I want my next big project to be but this is making me consider picking the leshy amv back up as the next project. It has a bunch of finished animated loops but there's SOOO much work that needs to be done on the actual main drawings.....I have a few other videos that the animatics are like *done* for, they just don't have complete art.

Here's a couple gifs from the other animations I did that have leshy, am unsure if I'll get around to posting em:

the second one is using the audio from the fucking angry birds movie and I think the line is "they stole our children!! Who DOES that, have you ever stolen anyone's children? I mean...you LOOK like you would" LMAO

ALSO FLASHING LIGHTS/EYESTRAIN WARNING FOR THE GIFS BENEATH THE CUT, IT'S THE FEMTANYL AMVS BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY ARE.

the duality of my eyestrain amvs...total edgelord shit and then leshy going YIPPEE!! HOORAY!!

[mmikmmik]

Regarding some of Anya's choices after the crash

I think a lot about how, the whole time, Anya must at least suspect that Jimmy crashed the ship. I think it's extremely likely she knows Jimmy crashed the ship. but she never confronts him with this. I haven't played the game in a few months, but iirc, it's implied she doesn't tell Swansea right away either - I think the scene with them talking/implying they were talking comes a few months post-crash? (I think she did tell Swansea her suspicions, or at least he correctly concluded that Jimmy was the culprit after learning that Jimmy raped her.)

My personal interpretation - and this is very vibes based - is that Anya was doing very pragmatic, very difficult, even in a sense cold-blooded, game theory in her head after the crash. For obvious reasons I'm very hesitant to discuss her death by suicide in positive terms, but I do think in a lot of senses, because this is such an extreme and unusual situation, she was "right" that dying at that time spared her pain in the long run.

Anya is in survival mode when the ship crashes. She's thinking in terms of holding out until they get rescued. Jimmy is a secondary threat now - she doesn't try to prevent him from getting the code scanner or the axe. Starvation and suffocation are much more imminent threats; Anya plays along with his ego to keep the peace and get support for plans like raiding the cargo or accessing the secondary medical supplies.

The crew supposedly has about four months of food at the start of the game (two months after the crash). They're at least two months after that on judgment day, when Anya dies by suicide. The cargo was useless. The backup medical supplies were over-the-counter NSAIDs. Anya has no abortifacients. She doesn't have the supplies or the assistance for surgical abortion. She's, presumably, still pregnant. It's still relatively early, and she's surely not getting the nutrition her body needs for the healthy weight gain that supports a pregnancy, but she could start showing any day. What would Jimmy do to her when her own body became constant visible evidence of what he did? Also, it's possible Jimmy is still violent towards Anya during the post-crash events of the game and the player doesn't get to see it because Jimmy doesn't think of those moments as important. Anya sleeps under a Polle statue that makes noise when someone moves near it - a motion alarm? It's destroyed in later chapters. Maybe just someone getting sick of the stupid slogans, but...

In this very specific science fiction life-or-death scenario, where the chances of anyone coming to save them are effectively zero, and they know for a fact that they do not have enough food or water or air and there is literally no way to get enough to survive, and she was completely physically trapped with a violent and abusive "leader" who was motivated to kill and harm her specifically, I think Anya made the very difficult but also very well-informed calculation that she would suffer less if she died at that point and decided to act on it. I don't think she really wanted to doom Curly to a horrible death by neglect on that table, but I don't think she had access to anywhere else she could take the pills without people being able to break in and try to stop her. Or hurt her while she was dying.

When she was talking to Jimmy through the door, she could have thrown the crash into his face. But I don't think she cared about that. Anya doesn't interpret her decisions in terms of Jimmy's actions. She interprets it through the lens of her worldview. What it meant to her, for her to make the choices she made.

[phontao]

HEARD YOU / SAW YOU / FELT YOU / GAVE YOU

[thegreatyin]

caught.

(cw: suggestive, cannibalism, suggestive cannibalism, more blood than is probably generally advised to be leaking out of a body at any given time,)

listen,,, sometimes what a married couple gets up to in their own time is that married couple's business, okay,

now can you please close the closet door. they're kinda in the middle of something here.

[pickleking8]

12 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter Twelve

Words: 412 (very short chapter today, sorry)

Ao3 Link

Previous - Masterpost

I don't think there's any content warnings for this chapter, but let me know if I missed something.

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Danny was getting close, so very, very close. He sat on his bed. No, the bed. It wasn’t his bed, no matter how many nights he had slept in it, it was Jason’s, and he wasn’t Jason. He wasn’t. No, he was Danny. He liked stars and space, not “Pride and Prejudice", and loved his sister, Jazz, not these lunatics of siblings. His favorite color was yellow, not red (never green). 

That’s who he was. 

…right?

Right.

He squeezed his eyes shut, spots dancing in front of them as he cleared the thoughts. 

He’s not focusing on that. He’s focusing on the buzzing, the humming. He can feel it under his skin, writhing and squirming like worms. He squints, staring at a wayward ant resolutely marching across the carpet. Ants are brave, he thinks. So small, so fragile, but tenacious all the same. 

Focus. Come on, Danny. He’s focusing right now. On what?

…

…

His pinky. He’s focusing on his pinky, he knows this. 

He feels weird. Lethargic. It’s been too long.

It’s been too long, he’s lethargic.

The buzzing builds. Danny squints. An acorn plinks on the windowsill. It’s funny, he thinks, how acorns have little hats.

FOCUS. His pinky. His right pinky. 

He remembers this, this buzzing. When he first got his powers. Like his mind was swimming through molasses. Too much, too much, too much. Just too much. He was expanding, him, his awareness, his everything, and it was too much. He couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t-

He couldn’t keep up. 

Focus. He tastes watermelon. Sweet, a little mushy (overripe, maybe), juice dribbling down his chin. Why does he taste watermelon?

Ah. He remembers. The picnic, when he was seven. It doesn’t seem so long ago, now. Perhaps it’s still happening. Perhaps it’s always happening. Maybe, he’s still eating the watermelon. That’d be nice, he thinks. He was happy then. 

Happy. It was a good picnic, except for the flies. They buzzed. Buzz, buzz, buzz. It was loud, the buzzing, almost like static, like his brain was a broken TV. Buzz. It made him feel like he would vibrate out of his skin, like there were worms underneath. Writhing. Squirming. 

He hears buzzing.

FOCUS. The buzzing. The worms. The pinky. The power. 

There! His pinky. Invisible. He pushes it, slowly, through the blanket. Intangible. Good. He smiles. It’s bitter. Empty. 

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.

He’s close. He’s so very, very, close. 

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The buzzing doesn’t stop.

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Taglist: @tkiesai, @simplestoryteller

Hey! At this point I'm going to stop saying that I'm excited to get back into writing regularly and accept that my update schedule is usually about once every two months. But who knows. Perhaps the inspiration will strike. Anyway, I know this chapter is pretty short, but I felt that kind of fit it, so here we are. This isn't how I envisioned this chapter going but eh. Here. Have this. Thanks for reading!

[arill-b-r]

whatever goes on through his mind...

[cartoonybus]

pnf revival hope: no more of this shit

[dont-hug-me-im-hyperfixating]

im having unneeded anxeity (heart rate is like 118 bpm my chest hurts-) so fuck all of you im yapping about my aus

OKAY I CAN EXPLAIN THIS ONE I SWEAR

yes it is nexus/Sun and Dark sun/Sun

Butbutbut Nexus and Sun aren't siblings in this au!

This is my Come as you Are au! (Au name a wip lmao). In this au Sun agreed to join Sol (dark sun) on one condition: that he didn't betray Nexus and kept him safe, and that Sun got to be with him again. Sol agreed, so now Sol, Sun, and Nexus just kind of live together

They, Sun and Nexus, got to reset their relationship just as friends, since Nexus isn't Moon. And it... grew to become more.

And its a teensy bit of Dark sun "subtly" competing for Sun's affection with Nexus, while Sun is just like "I have two hands" (but Sol doesn't want to share with a moon, but begrudgingly does as Nexus shows him more and more that he isn't a moon)

Edit: okay, uh- its like 2 days later and this has been sitting in my drafts. Im feeling a lot better but yall still have to hear about my aus

(I literally have no other drawings of these two help-)

Uh- Nexus gets redeemed and him and Moon move in together. They're science buddies and Nexus starts to get a crush on Moon and stuff happens and they experiment with each other. Idk I just really like the ship. Also Moon threatens Monty and they stop being friends!!!! And the family just kind of hates Monty, including Earth. Idk I just like them its neat

Okay thats it for now imma reblog this and add more aus. I'll probably add all my aus here eventually

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: drugging, SA and SA apologia, fantasy racism/ableism, forced institutionalization.]

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i know i never shut up about it but god i am still just. So Salty about how the show handles the dynamic between mayor jones and pericles for many reasons, and one of the biggest is that there are really strong overtones here of sexual assault.

a character who already brings to mind the Slimy, Shady Cis White Guy with Buried Allegations archetype:

takes advantage of the trust of someone who's doing something with him in secret--

(which will get that person in a disproportionate amount of trouble compared to him, if they're discovered)

--to catch him off guard so he can grab him, drug him, and do violent things to his body while he's unconscious; scars him for life in a way that is disabling and should cause a lot of ongoing suffering, which, like many other things that should have a strong negative impact on him physically or psychologically, the writers ignore; and dumps him there alone to discover what's been done to him when he wakes up.

specifically, he does this to someone from a marginalized group that's highly unlikely to be believed if they tell anyone what he did--and going by the fact that mayor jones never got in any trouble until present day, he wasn't.

goes out of the way to ruin the life of the victim and discredit him as thoroughly as possible, because he's a loose end and he needs to shut him up.

flees the scene and gets away scot free with this for twenty years, has a successful privileged career and is considered a pillar of the community in the meantime.

when his dirty secret, which he's been paranoid about finally facing consequences for after the victim has recently become a risk again, is discovered, it's a huge career-ending scandal.

is redeemed by the end, while his victim goes on to be the Monstrous Irredeemable Pure Evil Main Villain and also sexually abuse someone himself, which is played as horrific and traumatizing (as it should be).

more specifically, is portrayed as showing redeeming, heroic anti-villain qualities by backhanding the victim into a wall as hard as he can in present day.

me: hm. yeah fuck this

[polariscroquis]

Yes. This drawing is about Sin :)

Also 10/10 a little based on The Soul Of The Rose, by John William Waterhouse because the level of love I have for his paintings and this one in specific is off the charts.

Now, do I like how it turned out? No. I don't.

No idea, I don't think it looks quite like I wanted it to look, but at some point we just have to stop and consider it done. It was supposed to be a very quick thing and then it wasn't - but, I do like how the blood turned out at least.

And kudos to my random playlist for starting to play Doce Vampiro (Sweet Vampire) by Rita Lee while I was drawing and making me grin absurdly as the lyrics went by - "that you drink me hot, like a liquor, making a toast to death and making love [...] kiss my mouth, until you kill me". Peak vampire poetry, grab a translation and give it a listen.