#no really I feel like this stuff needs a tag but What

[fractoluminescence]

Okay so I agree with this to a certain extent BUT

There is something fundamental that OP and I disagree on based on her manifesto and I'd like to talk about it

(Note, however, that I'm not really addressing OP here - I'm actually not really into discussing this stuff, as it tends to send me down spirals of rumination. This is just because I think what OP pointed out is interesting and that I think both that AND my caveat tend to not be considered in conversations, and I think bringing them together is a good thing. Hence I'm gonna try doing that here)

Yes, art should be free. But we are people. How people feel about things SHOULDN'T be the be-all end-all, but it SHOULD be taken into account most of the time, for the same reason that freedom is important, but shouldn't be the be-all end-all. For the same reason that I probably shouldn't be sent to jail for slapping a stranger out of nowhere in the street, but it's still not great to do it, and I probably shouldn't.

I don't think AI artists are evil. I know some people who do. And I know some people who don't care. And both sides seem convinced that there is no possible in between at times.

But AI is arriving at a plateau. Beyond a certain point, it stops improving. If there is no need for AI to eat up an infinity of data, then there is no need to scrape the works of artists that don't want their works scraped.

And you don't have to understand. For the same reason that I don't have to understand why my parents would enjoy a specific movie to understand that, even if it's not gonna ruin their lives, and if necessary or if I really want to I should be allowed to walk across out living room screaming while they are trying to watch it, it's still not the greatest thing to do.

I've never been one for politeness. Hell, I get into arguments all the times over people saying I shouldn't be saying so and so. But even I recognize that life is more peaceful and less distressing when we have specific codes to signal to each other that we're not seeking to do them harm.

For the same reason that I don't think AI artists should be harrassed, I don't think the works of artists should be scraped if they don't want them scraped. Because it causes unnecessary distress. Hell, if people only got scraped by opting in or uploading their art into a website, I'd gladly accept, personally.

But because it walks all over the feelings of people who don't want to be involved, I -cannot- endorse AI as it exists today. And yeah, people's feelings -are- important. Because that's all our lives are made of, most of the time, isn't it? Feelings. Emotions. And I think that matters.

My point is - soulless art? Souls are a thing now? And do people not marvel at nature even though it has no intent? Do people not marvel at even rock structures when they are pretty, even though they contain no life?

Stop trying to make AI evil because of some made-up characteristic you assigned to what it creates. You can have that feeling, if you want - but then, when anyone suggests otherwise, I've seen so many people pounce on them like they have been contaminated by that abstract evil that people assigned to AI.

Let people goddamn think. There can be nuance to a thing.

And feelings matter, too. And I'm tired of people pretending that they don't.

(Edit: To clarify my personal feelings towards all this, in case it wasn't clear enough, I do not like AI art. I don't reblog it if I know or can tell that that's what it is, and don't use GenAI myself. I just think the argument that anything that incorporates AI into it is automatically soulless. But some people are annoying or downright offensive in the way they bring up AI at times. It just personally gets on my nerves, and I am against the scraping of the art of artists that wish they could contest to it)

(Also there's the overtaking of stuff like google by AI images that is just. I mean it kinda gives me anxiety)

(At least AO3 has a filter for it...? I just hope people tag appropriately, as is the tradition on there)

(But I'm getting a bit far from the topic of image generation here)

hey what’s up, i think you’re pretty cool but disagree with you on the whole ai can make art thing. to me, without the purpose from an actual person creating the piece, it’s not art but an image; as all human art has purpose. some driving factor in a work, compared to a program which purely creates the prompt without further intention. i was wondering what your insight on this is? either way, hope you have a great day

well, first of all, does art require 'purpose'? there's this view of art which has very much calcified in "anti-AI" rhetoric, that art is some linear process of communication from one individual to another: an Artist puts some Meaning into a unit of Art, which others can then view to Recieve that Meaning. you can hold this view, but i don't! i'm much more of a stuart hall-head on this, i think that there is no such transfusion of Intent and that rather the 'meaning' of a piece is something that exists only in the interplay between text and reader. reading is an active, interpretative process of decoding, not a passive absorptive one. so i dispute, firstly, that 'purpose' is to begin with a necessary or even imporant element of art.

moreover i think this argument rests on a very arbitrarily selective view of what counts as "an actual person creating the piece" -- 'the prompt' is, itself, an obvious artistic contribution, a place where an artist can impart huge amounts of direction, vision, and so on. in fact, i completely reject the claim of both the technology's biggest detractors that genAI "makes art" -- to quote kerry mitchell's fractal art manifesto: "Turn a computer on and leave it alone for an hour. When you come back, no art will have been generated." in the past, i've posed questions about generative art pieces to demonstrate this

secondly, of course, the process does not end after image generation from prompt for serious generative artists--the ones who are serious about the artform (rather than tech guys trying to do marketing for the Magical Art Box) frequently iterate and iterate, generating a range of iterations and then picking one to iterate on further, so on and so forth, until the final image they choose to share is one that contains within it the traces of a thousand discrete choices on behalf of the artist (two pretty good explanations of this from people who actually do this stuff can be found here and here)

third and finally, that very choice to share the image is itself an artistic decision! we (and by we, i mean, anyone who cares about what art is) have been talking about this since fountain -- display is a form of artistic intent, taking something and putting it forward and saying 'this is art' is in and of itself an artistic decision being made even if the thing itself is unaltered: see, for example, the entire discipline of 'found art'. once someone challenged me, yknow, "if you did a google search, would that be art?" and my answer to that is, if you screenshot that google search and share it as art, then yes, resoundingly yes! curation and presentation recontextualizes objects, turning them into rich texts through the simple process of reframing them. so even if you granted that genAI output is inherently random computer noise (i don't, of course) -- i still think that the act of presenting it as art makes it so.

since i assume you're not familiar with anything interesting in the medium, because the most popular stuff made with genAI is pure "lo-fi girl in ghibli style" type slop, let me share some genAI pieces (or genAI-influenced pieces) that i think are powerful and interesting:

the meat gala, rob sheridan (warning: body horror!)

secret horses (does anyone know the original source on this?)

infinite art machine, reachartwork

ethinically ambigaus, james tamagotchi

mcdonalds simpsons porn room, wayneradiotv

software greatman, everything everything (the music is completely made by the band, but genAI was partially responsible for the lyrics -- including the title and the several interesting pseudo-kennings)

i want a love like this music video, everything everything

cocaine is the motor of the modern world, bots of new york

poison the walker, roborosewatermasters (here's my analysis posts on it too)

not all of these were necessarily intended as art: but i think they are rich and fascinating texts when read that way -- they have certainly impacted me as much as any art has.

anyways, whether you agree or not, i hope this gives you some stuff to think about, thanks for sharing your thoughts :)

[samiramohann]

would've been you (should've been me)

just a little something I wrote based off of this post and my own tags. based off of the flashback from 8x16.

They stop at the hospital on the way back to the firehouse. Parked outside behind the 118's ambulance, Bobby tells them he'll be a minute before he ducks inside.

They all knew he was going to talk to the mother from the house fire.

So they wait.

10 minutes later, their captain had emerged from the hospital doors. No one commented on the tear tracks that had cut through the soot on his face and hastily wiped from his cheeks. The call had been hard. And no one pointed and laughed at the 118 anymore if your emotions got away from you.

They ride back to the station in silence, and the cab of the engine is filled with a tension that has the hairs on the back of Tommy's neck standing on end.

When they finally pull in, Bobby is first out. Hen and Howie share a look as their captain tosses his gear into his locker, his helmet bouncing off the metal and falling to the concrete, forgotten as it's owner walks away.

Everyone else climbs out after a few seconds and sets their gear back into place, eyeing the crumpled turnouts on the ground. Tommy sighs.

"I'll get them." He calls out to the others, hopping down from the cab. "You guys go get washed up."

Everyone nods before they head off, and Tommy sets his own stuff to the side before going to pick up Bobby's things. He hangs the turnout coat on the hook, with the Captain's helmet laid to rest on top of it. He checks to make sure nothing was damaged on the tanks and mask before he stores those, too. He makes a mental note to check the oxygen levels, and then he shrugs out of his own turnouts and stores them away until they're needed again.

Once he's done, he contemplates heading towards the showers. Scrubbing the soot from his skin sounds like a really great idea right about now, but he feels restless. So he heads for the roof access instead, hopes the cool night air will clear his head.

When he gets to the access door, it's propped open, meaning someone is already out there, and he wonders if Robinson is sneaking a smoke or three as he pushes the door open and steps out.

He's met with the sight of their captain instead, hands planted on the ledge, eyes set on the street below. His body stiffens when he hears the door and suddenly his eyes are on Tommy and Tommy freezes.

"I, uh, sorry Cap. I didn't think anyone would be up here."

Bobby's eyes are full of grief and a rage that makes Tommy's stomach twist.

"What do you want, Kinard?"

The words are clipped as Bobby turns away from him, looking back down to the passing cars below them.

"I doesn't matter now. I don't want to bother you. I'll just go back and-"

Tommy cuts himself off when Bobby pushes away from the ledge and turns toward him fully.

"It's fine. I need to go do paperwork anyway."

Bobby crosses the roof, and Tommy steps aside, pulling the door open for the other man as he reaches it. Bobby stares at it for a second before he heads inside.

"Oh, uh, don't worry about your gear." Tommy calls after him. "I'll make sure your oxygen tanks are full when I head back in."

Bobby stops, his foot falling heavily onto the next stair.

"I didn't ask you to do that, Kinard. Just like I didn't ask you to stop me from reaching that crib."

Tommy's eyebrows knit in confusion.

"I know you wanted to rescue that baby, Cap. I did as well but you would have gone through the floor with him. You could have died, too."

Tommy sees Bobby's jaw tick, like he's angry that that exact scenario didn't play out.

"You're right, Tommy. But I gladly would have given my life so that a mother wouldn't have to be grieving the loss of her little boy tonight."

And with that, Bobby continues downstairs until Tommy hears the inner door to the stairwell open and close again.

Bobby's words play through his head as he stumbles away from the door, dropping down into one of the folding chairs they keep on the roof. He sinks into the uncomfortable plastic, arms coming up to wrap around himself like a hug.

There is a chill that has settled over his bones, and it isn't from the light breeze blowing across his exposed arms.

Tommy was able to save his captain, and that should feel good, and it had for a brief moment. But now it just feels like he's messed up.

Like Bobby wanted Tommy to let him fall.

Tommy wants to chalk it up to the emotions of the call. They lost a kid. Everyone involved is going to have to live with that for the rest of their lives. The 118 haven't experienced a lose like this since Bobby took over as captain.

Tommy sighs, runs a hand down his face. it comes away covered in soot, and he cringes, wiping it on his pants.

A few hours later, after he came down from the roof, had a shower, and checked both his and Bobby's oxygen tanks, he heads upstairs to grab a drink. As he reaches the top of the stairs, Bobby steps out of his office. Tommy stops where he is, watches Bobby as he crosses over to the coffee maker, and grabs one mug for coffee and then another. He fills them both up and sets one down across from him on the counter. Nodding towards it, Tommy takes the invitation and crosses the room, hoping onto the stool and pulling the cup towards him. They don't say anything to each other as they drink, and he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Every so often, Tommy will shoot Bobby a glance, and their eyes will meet before Tommy flicks his away quickly. Before long, both mugs are empty, and Tommy watches as Bobby fills his again before he starts back towards his office.

Tommy doesn't make a move to get up. He just stares down into his own empty mug until Bobby calls his name. Tommy turns to look at his captain, who has stopped just outside his office door.

"You did good tonight, Kinard." Bobby pauses, glances at the clock. "It's late. Make sure you get some sleep, Tommy."

Tommy blinks and hesitates before nodding.

"Yeah. You too, cap."

Bobby nods once, and then he's gone. Blocked from Tommy's view as the door clicks shut behind him.

Things feel back to the way they were before the call. The coldness that had come from his captain seems to have gone, replaced by the same man he's gotten to know these past few months.

And the cold stays away on their next call. And the many calls that come after that. They continue to work flawlessly together as a team under Bobby Nash's leadership. He praises them for their work and offers corrections and advice when needed. He cooks dinner, often asking for assistance from one of the others. When Tommy is called on, it's friendly between them. They go over the day, Bobby asks about the car Tommy's been trying to fix up. It's nice.

A few months later, after Tommy transfers to Harbor, Bobby catches him by his truck at the end of his last shift with them.

"We're gonna miss having you around, Kinard."

"I'm gonna miss you guys, too. But if you ever need a helicopter for anything, give me a call. I'll be there."

It makes Bobby smile and before Tommy knows it, he's grabbing Tommy's shoulder and pulling him in for a hug. They hold onto each other for a couple of seconds before Bobby is stepping away, his hand still resting on the younger man's shoulder.

"You're gonna do great things, Tommy Kinard. It's been an honor working with you."

Tommy nods, throat tight. Bobby gives his shoulder one last squeeze before he's pulling his hand away and heading back toward the doors. Tommy watches him go until he is completely out of sight.

And still Tommy stands there, staring at his old house. He stares for a few minutes before he's pulling his phone out, going to the group chat him, Howie and Hen set up.

"Watch out for Cap for me, yeah?"

Howie sends back about 10 thumbs up emojis.

"Always." Is Hen reply. And it comforts Tommy to know his team will always have each other's backs.

He just hopes he'll still be able to have theirs all the way from Harbor.

He's going to try like hell to make sure he does.

[angel-writes-here]

Pinky Promise

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: A date gone wrong, a best friend who harbors secret feelings, and a girl who's oblivious to it. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (Plz be safe!), a little angst, fluff. Attempted sexual assault, not heavily detailed but enough to trigger. Please read at your own discretion. A/N: Thank you for the requests, I promise I'm getting to them, it's just taking time. I appreciate every single of one of you! Please comment if you'd like to be added to my tag list!

“So,” you sing as you walk into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to Jiyong.

“So,”  he asks not looking up from his phone.

“I have a date tonight,” you squeal quietly and his eyes lock on you.

“A date? With who?”

“Remember that guy from the coffee shop I told you about a few weeks ago, Jungin?”

“Yeah,” his brow is quirked.

“Well, he asked me out on a date and I said yes!”

“Oh, congratulations.” Jiyong puts on the best plastic smile he can.

“Will you help me pick out an outfit?” He nods his head.

“Sure.”

“Great, let’s go shopping!”

-

At the mall Jiyong watches carefully, with obvious security around as you start picking out pieces and holding them up, Jiyong shaking his head yes or no to the options.

“How about this,” he holds up a black sleeveless top and a pair of jeans.

“Cute, and we could add a gold necklace!” you say as you spot one near the counter. Jiyong’s heart softly aches in his chest, he’s loved you for a long time, but he also knows what the fame does to people’s significant others. It can change them for the worse and Jiyong didn’t want that to happen to you. He cherished your naturally bubbly self.

“Go try it on!” He smiles as he walks with you to the changing area. You pop out with a smile on your face.

“It’s perfect!” you squeal coming out. Jiyong’s heart races in his chest.

“You look beautiful,” he smiles.

He finds a leopard print clutch for you to complete the outfit, along with some cute wedged heels.

You get up to the counter, ready to place your card to the machine when Jiyong beats you to it.

“Ji, no I just wanted your advice, not your money.”

“My treat, you shouldn’t be paying for this, as a matter of fact take my card tonight, in case he tries to stick you with a portion of the bill.” You roll your eyes.

“Thank you, and no I have money for that, I’m not worried about it.” The lady hands you the bags and you walk out.

“You may, but it’s a date, and if he’s not man enough to pay for your meal, then I am. Take it.” His resolve is strong and you realize if you don’t just take the card, he’ll find a way to sneak it in your wallet and, as he’s done in times past, take your cash out holding it hostage till you come home.

-

“Tada!” You smile as you walk out, turning in a small circle for Jiyong to show off the outfit.

“You look great, y/n,” he smiles. He walks up to you taking your hands in his. The moment is charged, but you’re not exactly sure with what as you peer into each other's eyes, silently.

“I um, here,” he says breaking the tension as he pulls out his wallet. You sigh but except the card.

“Fine, but,”

“No buts, I’ll be here waiting for you so I can hear all about it. And I’ll have my phone,” a knock on the door interrupts him.

“Send me your location just in case you need me, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, but ok.” You roll your eyes playfully. Jiyong was like this about every date you went on. Always so protective. It makes your heart happy that he cares so much.

-

Dinner goes well, the guy really seems interested in you, asking about your hobbies, friends and family.

“Wait, the G-Dragon is your friend? That’s so cool!” he smiles and you nod hoping it doesn’t turn into a whole thing.

“Yeah, he’s really sweet. A great friend.”

“That all he is?” Your date quirks a brow while he takes a swig of his drink.

“Well, yeah, I mean, he’s my best friend really. We’re constantly together when he’s home. Always buying me stuff, I swear the man dotes over me,” you giggle but your date doesn’t seem impressed.

“Hmm,” he nods his head, lips pursed.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just when a guy is close with a girl, especially the way you’ve described him it’s usually not without a small crush.”  The waiter brings your food over and you both smile at him.

“What? No, Ji’s just a good guy. Wants to be sure I’m taken care of.” Your date nods and for a brief moment there’s a bit of awkward tension until he breaks it.

“After dinner, we should go get ice cream,” he suggests and you grin nodding your head.

-

After you two grab ice cream, he drives you to the park where the two of you can sit and talk. The radio is on, and when you get parked you send Jiyong a message letting him know you’ll be late and where you’re at.

As you finish your ice cream you notice he’s moved closer to you. The front seat has no middle console so it’s easy to maneuver. He leans in to connect your lips and you reciprocate.

His hands begin to roam and you tense up.

“I don’t do that sort of thing on a first date,” you try to lightly push him away but he’s got you pinned against the door.

“Come on, I spent all that money on you, the least you can do is give me a little,” he smirks before forcing another kiss onto you. Your heart thrums in your ears as your realize what he’s doing.

“Get off me,” you try to push him, but he’s too strong and pushes back. You’re barely able to get your phone out of your pocket and text Jiyong a single word.

Help

Jiyong’s phone buzzes and he see’s the singular word, his heart rate increasing rapidly. He jumps up, grabbing his car keys and speeds out the door.

Jungin’s hands are now on your jeans, trying to unbutton them as you struggle.

“If you’d give in, you’d enjoy it!” he says through gritted teeth.

“Get the fuck off me!” your strength is no match for his. He’s determined to get what he wants.

He gets your jeans undone, and just as he’s about to shove his hand down your pants, the car door opens and he’s snatched out.

Jiyong.

He pulls Jungin to the ground, landing a few punches to the guys face before your crawling out, tears now escaping as the terror is over.

“Ji let’s just go,” you try to pull him off and he looks up at you, noticing your fragile state. Something in him snaps, he lands one final blow, knocking the guy out cold before taking your hand and leading you to his car.

The car ride is silent, but Jiyong holds your trembling hand the whole way home.

“Thank you,” is all you can muster. He squeezes your hand in response. You walk into your apartment and Jiyong shuts the door behind you.

As if the floodgates open, you feel your body tremble as you process the events. Tears stream down your face, and you feel him come in behind you, hesitantly putting his arms around you.

“I can leave if you want to be alone,” he mumbles in your ear.

“No!” you almost shout as you turn around in his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

“Please don’t leave me,” you sob.

“Ok, ok, I’m here.” His arms wrap around you protectively.

“I’m not going anywhere."

His heart aches for you.

The rest of the night you’re glued to his side, Jiyong being the only place you feel safe.

“Would you stay the night, I don’t know if he’ll try to find me, and if it wasn’t for you I would’ve been,” you shutter at the thought and he just hugs you to his side, kissing the top of your head.

“There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

-

The two of you are laying in bed, finally calming down from the events earlier in the evening. Your head is on Jiyong’s chest and he’s playing with your fingers. The air between you is calm and easy.

You peer up at him, marveling at facial structure when he peers down at you.

“What?” he asks suddenly feeling a tinge of shyness.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you in my life.” You smile as you hug his waist, Jiyong’s heart swelling and yet, breaking all at once.

-

A month goes by since that night, and Jiyong decides he can’t wait anymore. The media be damned, the fans, true fans, will be happy for him, and he knew he’d do whatever it took to protect you.

He’s over at your apartment, the two of you having one of your regularly scheduled movie nights when Jiyong’s arm drapes over your shoulder. You lean into him, head on his chest and you hear his heart beat erratically.

“Everything ok?” you ask without taking your eyes off the tv.”

“Yeah,” he breathes but decides it's time, “Actually no,” you look up at him, those sweet eyes of yours that he can’t resist.

“What’s the matter?”

“I need to be honest with you, because if I’m not then I won’t forgive myself. But I need you to promise me something,” he begins and you give him your undivided attention with a single nod. You sit cross legged, your knees touching each other.

“Promise we’ll always be friends.”

You hold out your pinky, Jiyong playfully rolling his eyes, the tension temporarily subsiding.

“Kwon Jiyong I have never broken a pinky swear. So,” you say defiantly as you shake your pinky at him.

Jiyong links his pinky with yours and before you can pull away, he takes the opportunity to gently pull you forward, his lips crashing into yours. Your eyebrows raise as your eyes widen for a brief moment.

His lips are smooth, he tastes of mint and a hint of a cigarette, the taste intoxicating as your pinkies stay interlocked between you.

He pulls back, slowly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I just didn’t know how to tell you, I get it, you don’t feel the same way, I’m so-,” you cut him off by leaning back in, lips connecting for a deep kiss. He makes a simple noise of surprise, but he kisses you back.

The movie is long forgotten as he pulls you into his lap. You caress his face as your tongues glide against one another, exploring each other’s mouths. Soft moans are swallowed up between you.

His hands go to your thighs, rubbing them up and down. You test the waters by grinding down on him, but he immediately stops your hips.

“Don’t do that,” he breathes out, head spinning.

“You don’t want me,” you begin to ask but he stops you.

“’s not that,” he chuckles to himself.

“I do, but, I don’t want you to do something because you think I want it. I want you to want it too,” he explains and the care and devotion of this moment sends a thrill of excitement through you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” you whisper and you feel his cock start to become hard beneath you.

“Y/n,” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Ji, I never thought you liked me that way, so I brushed it off, but I want you. All of you,” you lean in whispering in his ear, “inside me, filling me up and making me forget everything but your name.” He moans at your words as you kiss just below his ear. Your teeth nip and graze his sweet, soft skin.

“I want you to ruin me,” you mumble against him and you feel his cock growing harder by the second.

“Make me cum so hard I’m seeing stars,” you kiss his jawline on the way back to his lips.

He puts his hands underneath you to stand up, walking you to your bedroom.

“Careful what you wish for baby.”

He removes your top, mouth attaching to your hardened nipple flicking it with his wet tongue. Your head tilts back as you sit in his lap, your fingers curling into his hair. He switches sides, giving the other the same attention, the pulse between your legs now prominent.

“Ji, I need you,” you whine as your hips grind down on him.

Your arousal is dripping, causing a wet spot in your panties. You move your self off him so he can remove his clothes.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you see his cock spring out, the tip leaking. You moan in response before you can help it, your cheeks heating up when he smirks.

He pulls you back to him, your own bottoms and panties being discarded.

You hover over him, cock brushing your wet folds, you whimper as it brushes your clit.

“I want you to make a mess all over my cock,” he mumbles in your ear as he guides your hips down. Your eyes flutter closed as your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him inside you. Your head drops to his shoulder as you get used to the stretched feeling.

“You ok, baby?” You can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“Mhm,” is all you can whimper out as you shift your hips, causing both of you to groan.

You start to bounce up and down slowly, the tip of his cock reaching the spot that causes pleasure to course through your body, Jiyong’s grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising.

Your head tilts back as you feel his mouth come up and attach to your neck.

“God you’re taking my cock so well, such a good girl for me,” he whispers into your ear, causing your walls to clench around him. He chokes out a moan at the feeling.

“Me praising you gets you off, huh? You like being my good girl, hmm? Keep riding me, you can do it,” he encourages as once again your walls clamp down, but this time you whine out as the coil in your stomach starts to form.

“God you’re beautiful," he says as he forces your head down to capture your lips, his hips bucking up to yours now. You gasp as you hold him close, eyes screwed shut as you feel it.

Your orgasm is on its brink.

“Come on, be a good girl and make a mess, cum for me,” he huffs out. Heat engulfs your body as your bodies collide harder, your cunt tightening around his cock.

You whine as you feel your muscles lock, your orgasm taking control of your body, pleasure consuming you head to toe.

Jiyong continues pounding into you, hips never slowing down until his own orgasm hits, hips sputtering as your walls clench around him still.

“Oh fuck,” his head tilts back with his face scrunched as his own orgasm wrecks him.

You ride it out, letting him fill you up with every last drop. He huffs, catching his breath and you stare down at him, a fucked out look in your eyes as you bring your lips to his.

Your bodies are covered in a layer of sweat and for a moment the two of you stay connected. Immersing yourselves in one another before, with Jiyong’s help, you slowly raise up off him and fall beside him.

“I told you I never break a pinky promise,” you joke and he smiles kissing your forehead.

“So, we’re still good?”

“Better than good.” You smile at him.

“No more dating other guys?”

“Not as long as you take me on dates from now on.” You smirk.

“With pleasure,” he giggles as he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You want to hop in the shower with me?” He asks and you nod with a wide grin gracing your face.

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[belladonnafeli]

@cowboysanddragons23 not sure why you feel the need to be so rude on my post when you clearly could’ve disagreed respectfully. I’m presenting my theory on what I think happened based off of the text. If you don’t agree that’s fine, but to act as if we have all the answers on the rebellion when we don’t is funny.“You and your ilk” can we be serious? I’m not a rhaelya shipper I’m providing a different perspective. You can’t shit on my theory and then act like yours is better when we basically are provided the same amount of evidence. The common narrative in the story is that Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna. And yet whenever rhaegar is thought of by people who knew him he’s never presented in a negative light. Not even but Ned. The first time we get a comparison to Rhaegar is when Daenerys saves a woman from being raped. Am I not supposed to question the rhaegar is a rapist narrative when that comparison happens? We could’ve had a very civil discussion about what really happened as I have before with other people but you come onto my post being rude and interacting with stuff you clearly don’t like just to keep yourself miserable. Your whole page is about rhaegar, how about post about someone you love instead of lurking in tags of characters you clearly hate.

Love is the Death of Duty

People who think Rhaegar’s love for Lyanna is motivated by the prince who was promised prophecy completely misunderstand the ‘love is the death of duty’ theme in ASOIAF.

GRRM describes Rhaegar as a ‘lovestruck prince’ and calls his wedding to Elia a ‘tragedy’. Now this isn't to say that Rhaegar and Elia hated each other but as Barristan puts it, they both did their duty, it was an arranged marriage. They likely cared for and respected each other but they were not in love and thats to be expected in arranged marriage.

Rhaegar dies with Lyanna’s name on his lips. His and Lyanna’s relationship is a subversion of the ‘princess trapped in a tower guarded by a dragon’ except in this the dragon isn't evil and the princess isn't trapped. None of the things that Rhaegar does during rebellion make sense if not viewed through the lense of Rhaegar acting impulsively out of love for the first time in his life. We know Rhaegar was known to be melancholic and this shadow os sadness around him.

Rhaegar viewed the prophecy as his duty since he was a child hence him picking up a sword after reading something in a scroll — but his relationship with Lyanna was the one choice he made that wasn’t about duty. Hence the quote “love is the bane of honour, the death of duty”. There is a reason that this specific quote is said to Jon of all people, because it's about him and his parentage, but he doesn't know it and neither do the readers if they aren't paying close attention. Now whether maester Aemon knows the truth it is a completely different story for another video. People don’t have to like Rhaegar, or his relationship with Lyanna, to acknowledge that fact.

He did not get with her because of prophecy, he got with her because he fell in love and its annoying to see people regurgitate this narrative that he was just trying to make a prophecy baby because then does that not make his love for Lyanna shallow. He calls the tower she's in the Tower of Joy and has her favorite flowers in her room. He loved her. No, it doesn't make sense that Lyanna chose Rhaegar a married man with kids over Robert when she said she didn't like that he was unfaithful, but I think people a lot of people are coming from a place of logic in a story where that's not the point. People don't make logical decisions all the time. And honestly its annoying in all stories when people get mad at characters for not acting logical. What kind of story is being told if everyone acts logical? George is writing about the human heart in conflict of itself and I think Rhaegar and Lyanna is an example of that.

[ghostgirl-22]

All of a sudden I need fem!Pat domming fem!Art pls

CW: MDNI, NSFW, i suck at the dom sub stuff so this is like very light in the domming aspect i fear.

like um soo… this one time when fem!Art and fem!Pat go to the nail salon. It’s a sunny summer afternoon. Summer vacation, just after senior year. Art’s staying at Pat’s place till they get on a plane to London for a tennis tournament. Art has on this pretty pink sundress and strappy sandals. So pretty and tempting Pat doesnt want to let her go anywhere alone so she tags along. (“Really you in a nail salon?” Art says it like it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard. “Fuck off. I can get my nails done. What do you think? The shop will go up in flames if I step foot inside?”)

When she’s not playing, when it’s off season, Art’s just such a girl. Pat thinks it’s funny because they both grew up acting like tomboys until Art turned sixteen and got boobs. suddenly all the boys were staring at her and she liked it.

Pat can’t be too mad though. The boobs feel look amazing.

Pats nothing like that, doesn’t mind boys but she’s not going out of her way to look pretty for them. Tomboy through and through she’s in a baggy t-shirt and overalls, hair just a mess of dark curls. she never does anything to it cause she can’t be bothered.

Art gets a pedicure and a full set, shes so classy she gets french tips. “You said you wanted to get em too, right?” Art coaxes, grinning at Pat who’s sitting in the empty chair next to her just scrolling her iPod.

Pat snorts, taking a cursory glance at her stubby chewed up fingernails. “I think I’m good.”

“Come on, I’ll pay for it,” Art says. That’s not why Pat gives in, though she’s happy to get it all done for free. Even happier to prove to Art that she can be girly too getting her nails done so nice. She even lets Art pick the color. “I like the lavender blue on you,” Art says. Her nails are all done so she’s sitting at the empty station. Sitting too close, so close pat feels her breathing lightly along her cheek —watching as the nail tech coats Pat’s nails in acrylic.

Pat shivers ever so slightly. Cheeks so warm. Skin so tingly. So down bad and they aren’t even touching.

“I like it,” Art says softly and then she giggles. “You should let them wax you.”

“Fuck no,” Pat says. “Sorry,” she adds to the nail technician, who seems generally unimpressed with her and even less so with her potty mouth.

It costs 75 dollars to get her nails done. A hundred and fifty for both. Art pays for it, everything, including a sizable tip. She walks out to the car in front of Pat all smiles like she’s walking on sunshine.

“What?” Pat catches up to her.

“Nothing,” Art shrugs and takes her hand, linking their fingers together. “You think your boyfriend will like em?”

Pat uses their interlocked fingers to pull Art closer, slowing her pace as they approach Pat’s jeep. “He likes what I like. Long as he can fuck me.” Pat grins. She likes the boyfriend enough. It’s fun or whatever and she likes to get off but he’s not the real prize. “Do you like em?”

“Mmhm,” Art hums and Pat doesn’t let go of her hand.

She walks Art around to the passenger side. Opens her door for her. “Don’t want you to mess up your nails.” Is her excuse.

“Thank you Patty.” Art only says it cause she’s the only one who can get away with it. Pretty princess. She can get away with anything.

Pat notices it when they’re on the road. On the way back to her place. She’s so attuned to Art. All her little nuances. Especially the horny ones. Kitten licks at the stickysweet gloss on her lips, soft thighs pressed together while she fidgets with the hem of her sundress.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Pat asks.

”Nothing,” Art says quickly, cheeks starting to color.

“You think I look so pretty with long nails don’t you,” Pat teases her, rests a manicured hand one of her thighs. Watches her spread them apart just a bit. A nice little Pavlovian response.

Art grabs her hand then, running her fingertips along the edges of Pats nails. “I can’t believe you really fucking did it. You’re gonna hate it.”

”Why?”

“Cause.”

“cause why?”

“Cause…” Art sighs and takes Pat’s hand guiding it between her thighs. Pat grins taking the hint and sliding her palm further up and up, letting the sundress ride up with it, till she’s touching lacy panties, damp with slick wet heat. “holy shit, you need me….huh?” Pat whispers.

“No.” A little bratty. A little defiant.

“Yes you do.”

Art’s making this soft little sound at Pat’s gentle petting. A breath to follow as she squirms. Leans over and mouths glossy kisses to Pat’s jaw. Oh they’re less than five minutes away and they’re not gonna make it home. pat needs this red light to last an hour. Or at least long enough to make her cum.

Pat slips her fingers behind the panties (“can you take em off for me?” Pat asks, and after Art’s done wiggling out of em, she pockets them). Only then, when she’s back inside, is when she realizes what’s so annoying about the fucking nails. Cumbersome and long and no ability to… fuck. She can’t do that thing. The thing Art loves, the thing that drives her insane, makes Pat have to change the sheets every night or put a towel down. Her mom asking why she’s been doing so much laundry lately. (“Cause Art has a really wet pussy ocd.”)

it isn’t gonna feel good with these fucking nails and that’s just unacceptable. Pat takes her hand away and Art sighs forlornly at the loss of contact.

“Gimme a second,” Pat starts biting at them, still tasting Art on the tips as she’s desperate to get them off.

“Oh my god. What are you doing?” Art gasps.

”what’s it look like? you need me right?”

Art bites her lip.

“Yeah… exactly.” Pat smirks and goes back to biting them.

Thankfully they’re not far from home. They barely greet Pat’s mom and brother in the kitchen with a “hi” and “bye” before they get upstairs to Pat’s bedroom.

That’s where Pat finds scissors and starts cutting the tips. Just urgently destroying the manicure (it’s just the right hand, it’s fine!). all while Art waits on the bed. Knee bouncing, head resting on her shoulder idly chewing on her thumb as she watches. When Pat’s done she hurries to the bed, crawling between Arts legs. Art opening up for her. Good girl, sweet girl.

“You’re so fucking crazy,” Art whispers.

“shh, look at me,” Pat says, lifting her chin. Art tries to kiss her but Pat pushes her down on the pillow. Blond curls fanned out everywhere. Pat slips her hand back in between her thighs.

“mmm,” Art moans softly, eyes sliding shut.

“Hey,” Pat says, tone just a little bit sharp. “Open… i need you to look at me while i’m inside you.”

it’s so intimate keeping eye contact. Gauging all of Art’s reactions. Watching her cheeks flush, eyebrows furrow, chest rise and fall.

“good girl, your all fucking mine aren’t you?”

“Mm,” Art continues to moan, drawing her knees up on either side, the dress pooling at her waist.

“Say yes.”

“Yes,” it’s all slurred and slow as Pat curls her fingers deep inside, taking her pulse.

It’s easy after that. Fingers freed up to play in her soaking cunt—and Pat’s got quick fingers. Twitchy fingers. So quick she has to press her free hand over Art’s mouth as she gets more relentless with the pace because Art is a screamer. She can’t help it. It’s so delicious at school and so unacceptable at home with her parents watching tv just downstairs.

Even though it sorta turns Pat on. Her parents thinking they’re holed up in her room talking about boys. none of them suspect it. That she’s practicing kissing and cunnilingus with her best friend.

“Don’t fucking close your eyes, if you keep em closed I’m gonna stop, You want me to stop?” Pat breathes. Only has to say it a hundred times.

Art lets out a muffled whine. Her pretty eyes all shiny, pupils so big the ring of blue is barely visible. she’s so close. Pat feels wet licks along her palm.

It happens all at once… Pat can see it when her eyes roll back, hear it when she screams, feels it as she grips at the sheets… arching up off the mattress. Feels it when her fingers and her jeans and the bed get soaked with Art’s orgasm.

“Mm good girl,” Pat says breathlessly, not trusting her to shut up. Keeps her hand tight over Art’s lips. Art shivers through little aftershocks. She used to be so shy about it the first time Pat figured out she could do it. Figured out all the right buttons to push. Now it’s like she expects it. Whispering in Pat’s ear about how her boyfriend never ever makes her squirt like that. (“That just means I should be your boyfriend.” It always gets a giggle but Pat means that shit.)

Art brings her closer, arms wrapped around her, both of them breathing heavy and Pat hasn’t even started yet. Art kisses her. Soft kisses all over Pat’s lips and cheeks. Art’s hands rubbing her back and shoulders, tangled in her wild hair. “Want me to go down on you?” Art asks in her ear.

“You want to?”

“Maybe,” Art says, Pat can hear the grin in her voice.

“Princess,” Pat teases.

“i mean I’d finger you but….”

“You mean you don’t wanna cut off all your nails for me?”

Art laughs, “At least gimme a week with them,” she’s running her fingernails lightly over Pats back. Feels so good Pat doesn’t need anything else. She’s teetering on the edge of nirvana and happy to stay...just like this. Even happier when Art makes her roll over and starts peeling off clothing before moving between her thighs.

“Mm, you know,” Art sighs, “I think that’s the best money I ever wasted.”

(Thank you artdonaldsonbabygirl for the ask!! Sorry so long. i know there’s a million ways this could be better but I’ve been so sleepy lately so… its all i have)

[facewithoutheart]

Thanks @thewholelemon for the tag! So excited to see your words on my feed 😍

Finally got some new words of my own written today, and, what do you know, they're related to silly appliance names. My new muse.

It’s a long clip so a few tags first & then text under the break. (Also I literally have no idea who to tag for original stuff so I’m sorry if I left you put; I have a chronic fear of annoying ppl.)

Tags! You’re it (if you want) to: @skeedelvee @raenestee @palimpsessed @bookish-bogwitch @fiend-for-culture @monbons @moodandmist @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars & @sillyunicorn

“Wow,” Gabe laughs. “You really don’t like her.” “I don’t not like her.” Hawk rubs his still clammy palms on his jeans to dry them. “It’s just …” It’s one thing to spread silly rumors about attempted food poisoning, another thing entirely to assault someone’s character like this. But Gabe needs to know. Cindy may be living in Tuna Town now, but she’ll try again. She’s relentless. “She drinks the break room coffee, Gabe, but I have never once seen her make the break room coffee.” When Gabe doesn’t react with the appropriate level of outrage, Hawk adds: “Brewy the Sleep Slayer deserves affectionate tending from all those who use her. It’s only fair.” Gabe bursts out into laughter. “I’m sorry. Who deserves affectionate tending?” “Brewy the Sleep Slayer,” Hawk repeats. “Our coffee maker.” “Yeah, I figured as much. Do all teacher lounges have named appliances?” “Ours does.” A beam of sunlight breaks through the morning haze and lights up Gabe’s eyes, the rich brown suddenly glowing amber. Hawk scrambles for something, anything, to distract himself. “I call the printer Freddie Prints Jr.” “Wow,” Gabe shakes his head disapprovingly and Hawk feels like he’s swallowed a rock, “when Shreddie Prince Jr. was right there?” The lump disappears in an instant, dissolving into bubbles which flutter up Hawk’s throat as a delighted giggle. “Oh my god,” he gasps, “that’s so good!” He clears his throat. “Sadly, Principal Newton keeps the shredder in her office.” “Ah,” Gabe says, sagely. “Not exactly the silly appliance name type, is she?” Hawk shakes his head.

I swear there’s more than just silliness in this bitch but I figured y’all would like some silly, ya know? In these trying times??

[hivemuthur]

I just wanted to say how appreciative I am that someone has called out the infantilization of Viktor’s character. It makes zero sense to me, and also kinda insulting as someone who struggles with illness and is also antisocial with that also being always paired with ‘oh you’re obviously sheltered and stupid right’

like he’s a literal scientist what do you mean he doesn’t at least know the basics of sex if we want to say he’s a virgin let alone freaky shit that I myself (as a virgin) know quite a bit about cause I researched (like what I’m sure a very smart scientist would do👀). it’s also kinda weird he can’t just be a normal sexual being like aside from dom/sub crap, he’s kinda fetishized in a lot of writing for both sides of the spectrum cause I personally don’t love the hardcore stuff on either side it’s super unsettling. That’s why your writing is enjoyable for me cause yes you lean more on the ‘dom Viktor’ spectrum, but you still have so much complexity in the dynamic that it’s not always who’s in ‘charge’ but the actual relationship between them and the softness you portray that they have for each other is just ‘chefs kiss’ I just think it’s really great writing honestly. So anyway I just wanted to say (the super long version) I appreciate your writing and opinions thank you <33

Hi Anon! Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoy my writing and that you think Viktor has some dignity in it, even when we put him in situations.

Infantilization IS a sexual fetish, and a valid one for that matter, and while it's not taken out of context and consensual on both sides it's pretty much ok, it just doesn't align with my own personal HC about Viktor -> the discourse in which his curiosity would be overshadowed by his disability. Disabled people are hot and fuck, and that's it. Like you, I also knew a lot before having sex for the first time. And yeh, it's just me, I don't like my men whimpering from the start, I like to see them whimper DESPITE being on the dominant side.

Furthermore, I think if we are to fetishize someone, fictional characters are the safest bet. And it's fun, and it's interesting. Personally, I don't read Dom/sub stuff as 'crap', it's a completely valid form of sexuality, just like vanilla. I don't like the 'normal' label on sex that is non-kinky, because it underlines that there is something wrong with the d/s dynamics. There isn't. It's totally ok to want to give away/take over control in bed and it doesn't really matter what form it adopts. It can be very healing. As long as both partners can consciously consent it's basically all good. When I write, I am mostly interested in the emotional aspect of it and how it impacts the rest of character's lives, but I know not everyone is and some people just want to read some kinky porn and that's fine, it's a form of entertainment. Reading smutty fanfiction is probably one of the very few ethical ways to consume pornography anyway.

My irk is out of context fetish-cruising and giving fetishes some false representations, but again - that's just me. You know, that part where characters feel guilty for having a fetish in the first place. I've learned to block accounts and hide tags that don't rock my boat. When I can't see it it can't hurt me. Also, 'hardcore' is a pretty subjective territory, it all depends on our adrenaline tolerance. I have done some crazy shit in my life and some of it stayed with me as my personal-favourite bed activities. I don't like sexual judgement and purity culture. Just as I don't judge people who are vanilla as 'repressed,' I don't want to be judged as 'unsettling' or 'weird.'

So yeh, I do fetishize Viktor. Mostly as a person who is curious about pushing boundaries and who is on the dominant side of things. I am good with him being represented as ace, sub, or a virgin, as long as it's done well, all of those representations are valid and people clearly need them if such media exists. And again, it's subjective, it's just my taste in writing/reading. I don't like him infantilized out of context, but I would read it as harmful if done with any character honestly.

But I live solemnly by fetishization of people. That thing where you are down bad for someone so hard, when you love them so much, everything they do is hot. And you take them apart and adore each part of them, from their toes to the tip of their head, and you stare at them when they are asleep because you can't believe how fucking lucky you are. What is it, if not fetish? Love is fetish to me.

[humblefryingpan]

Do you guys wanna hear me ramble about which vat7k characters match each Taylor Swift era and specifically which songs in them? 🥺

Ofc you do here we go-

I didn't know what to say for most songs but I could explain almost all of them if someone asked me to. And feel free to argue with my choices or add more x

So Varian is very midnights - villain arc based on fear, plus not fitting in, and overthinking. Particularly mastermind, you're on your own kid, anti hero and vigilante shit (for the villain bit in tts). Lavender haze is him realizing he likes Hugo before he knows about the betrayal, and the great war is team radical/Varigo's overall story with fighting Donella? If that makes sense

Hugo is evermore to me, the fear of fitting in (but in a different way to varian, I explained in the tags) and the abandonment issues. And the general vibe but idk how to explain that. Specifically tolerate it, (with Donella) to me it's like him trying everything to prove his worth and her not really caring (no one can convince me she's a good parent :/ ).

Yong is 1989 because there's a lot of songs about what people thing Taylor is, rather than who she really is. He is constantly underestimated and trying to show he isn't like what people say. I'm not rlly good at characterising him so I'm just gonna move on (my apologies 😅)

Nuru is lover, but not necessarily in the "in love" way. She's underestimated for her femininity, and she gets involved with politics quite a bit bc of her kingdom. So I'm saying she's you need to calm down, and the man. And because I like Amburu - they're daylight (specifically because of the night references)

Amber is debut, based on the "young farmer in love" vibes. And also because I think the angry side fits her pretty well? Could just be me idk. I think place in this world and picture to burn are pretty Amber coded. And for amburu, tied together with a smile I think.

Donella gives folklore imo. Very clever, and the folklore breakup-y songs make me think of her with Ulla. She's guilty and went down a dark path because of how she felt Ulla threw her away. So I'm thinking illicit affairs, mad woman, and this is me trying.

For Ulla, the tortured posts department. Craves knowledge and pushes aside her life for it. Imo she's very the alchemy (ignoring the love stuff - "I'm the best" vibe and just alchemy in general), and fortnight is her and Donella (after the friendship split). Also loml but to me that's Donnie's pov

I don't know Cyrus very well. I think probably reputation? I feel like that's the one that fits him best but it's a surface level judgement.

[dinolich]

Posted about this on bsky, but wanted to share here as well— Feeling good about how running #HELLAWEENweek went, especially for it being a halloween based comic in the middle of spring. I'd love to run something like this again, maybe October, or same time next year? Idk if it would be as involved in terms of rewards, I've been looking for work since mid January (thanks animation industry) so I had a lot of time to figure out logistics, make graphics, new art, a whole comic… and if I had a job I wouldn't be able to do ALL of that again.

But I liked running it, and seeing fans of the comic so engaged. Tumblr in particular was more involved than instagram and bsky combined, despite having less followers here. You guys really showed up, and for that you are my favorites. I also really enjoy making supplementary stuff from the main story, like the new comic short coming Monday and the Fritz animatic, and want to keep making more. I will definitely need another project to keep me sane while I work on getting book 3 pitched and finding my next animation gig. If you have any thoughts about how the event went, what you might like to see in the future I'd love to hear it. And if you have anything you're trying to organize yourself, tag me or send me an ask, I'm happy to help get the word out.

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[a-glow-in-the-snow]

[Something something Soul and time loops.]

[Song is "Half The Glass" by Allenimations]

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[anomalyaly]

[vaguely-concerned]

powerful mental image of lucanis expounding passionately about any given one of his limited but extremely deep areas of interest (the wyvern/knives/coffee/cooking/murder continuum of lucanis dellamorte special interests if you will) while rye lounges around and Beholds him with palpable twink boutta pounce energy

[wybienova]

dream visit (nostalgia) - a 2nd anniversary katfl comic