#i need a tag for it at this point

[doodlemancy]

ok so i guess Clip Studio Paint V2 has some bullshit always-online DRM

reportedly, if the software goes more than 24 hours without an internet connection to verify its license, it will automatically revert to the trial version, which doesn't let you save. so, if due to circumstances beyond your control, you don't have an internet connection but you still want to use the software you paid for, the answer is... Fuck You, Prove You Didn't Steal It, Motherfucker! fuck you if your connection/ISP is unreliable, fuck you the wrong tree falls in your neighborhood, fuck you if you want to draw in a hotel but don't want to pay an exorbitant wi-fi fee.

the FAQ also just straight up says that V2 can't be used offline.

further receipts: https://twitter.com/Artists_Beware/status/1650552353735553051 https://twitter.com/Zedrinbot/status/1650034639602614274 https://twitter.com/inkfycreates/status/1650268544523706369 https://twitter.com/SnuffyMcSnuff/status/1650524651091574784 https://twitter.com/saitamas_/status/1649836435124662272 https://old.reddit.com/r/ClipStudio/comments/12s2j0p/the_verify_license_issue_will_be_a_mainstay_it/ https://old.reddit.com/r/ClipStudio/comments/12u8awo/the_verify_license_issue_part_2_csp_elaborates/

this is not entirely unsurprising given Celsys' series of missteps in the last year, but it still sucks. i did not pay for V2 because i didn't want to encourage their Adobe Behavior last year, and frankly, i still don't understand what it is i actually get and do not get if i just buy the perpetual license. i was considering waiting for V3-- i will happily pay for a big one-time version upgrade. but to hell with that if this is how they're gonna be.

call to action: contact Celsys and let them know that this stinks, and is farts, and why it is fart and stinks.

(this is Not a call to action to tell me about every other digital art program under the sun; i have been a digital artist for 20 years and i guarantee i have heard of the thing, CSP is essential to my workflow!!)

[mrsgojosatoru]

Wrt woc Daenerys, I’ve pictured her as not-white since book 1 because with Khal Drogo she rides in the hot desert sun everyday, yet there’s never any mention of a sun burn or any damage to her skin. The only description of her skin after riding through the Dothraki desert and Red Waste calls her ‘pale.’ I’m mixed but light skinned, and even I’d get sunburnt if I was riding through a desert everyday with no shade. Imo Dany is definitely a woman of color, plus her story just makes more sense that way.

Actually there's a description of her in book one that describes her as so tanned she's mistaken for Dothraki! Let me trot out my copy of AGOT real quick.

“The merchant must have taken her for Dothraki, with her clothes and her oiled hair and sun-browned skin.”

So there is actually our first description of Daenerys after traveling in the sun for days on end.

And her story does make more sense. She's a refugee, a daughter of a diaspora, a slave who rises to power, who lifts others up along the way, she given the exotic / erotic treatment through the text AND the author. Her childhood is absent from the start of the series unlike other girls close to her age in the books (Sansa/Arya both loose their childhood in book one but Dany never had it.)

I'm mixed, I'd also get burned unless I built up my time in the sun gradually like I used to when I was a little kid. (Where I was definitely sun-browned.) It could be part of Dany's "I don't get burned" mythos, but also the text describes her skin as sun-browned. And this description of her skin is I believe the first one the text includes.

Other descriptions often call Daenerys "fair and lovely" and fair can of course mean having a light complexion, but it can also mean just which Daenerys certainly is.

Also at the end of the day it doesn't really matter what GRRM wrote, if enough women of color feel a connection to her story and want to perform a subversive reading to include themselves in a narrative where our only other characters are either not POV characters, killed for the sake of white narratives, and/or subjected to racist writing then we as people of color get to do that. It's not death of the author, it's audience reception theory, and we are allowed to make things ours because we want to.

She's ours. Haters can deal with it.

[bytedykes]

ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[intrinsically-disordered-proxein]

we are not getting out of the plant blog allegations with this one

[aueua]

invitation.

[boypssydisorder]

fuck me skin to skin while we're on my bed under all of my blankets with ur favourite show on in the background n maybe there's a thunderstorm outside but we can't hear it over all the noises we're making while ur dick pumps in n out of me

[neosatsuma]

[muggle-born-princess]

Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[umblrspectrum]

part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper

[wuntrum]

2025 horror pin up calendar!!

print version | digital (/print it yourself) version

a labor of love, truly <3 prepare for the new year with 12 suggestive (and silly) horror characters :) featuring characters from: american psycho, bride of re-animator, the evil dead, hannibal, jason x, frankenhooker, alien, an american werewolf in london, jennifer's body, saw, the thing, and scream! to see the full specs of the calendar, check out the pages above!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

throws these at you

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem