#yeah reposting is fine.

[alienandstrange]

the gang’s all here. and they’re all going in the hydraulic press. together (^_^)

[mizzyislost]

yeah we made another quiz. this time its about. quests. so fun very interesting you should go take it. boy take my quiz

[good-beanswrites]

Reworking my neurodivergent Fuuta post because I had more to add and wanted it in one place 👍It started out just silly thoughts and projection but I have a lot of evidence now??? It feels pretty solid!

🔴 He holds to an overwhelming sense of right, wrong, rules, justice, etc. It’s a system that makes sense to him (you learn to apologize before anything else, right?) and he’s obsessed with it. He's an extreme rule follower. He's obviously careful so he's not called out online, but even inside Milgram. He follows Es' orders naturally. Even though they’re silly, in the minigrams he’s repeatedly reminding people of the rules about requesting items. Even though he'd been shown to voice thoughts about escaping, he refuses, and is too much of a stickler that he won’t even let other people request things considered dangerous.

🔴 He takes things very literally, most notably some of the interrogation questions. In both his vds he’s pretty particular about describing his involvement, taking a long time to admit he could be a killer because his situation falls pretty far out of its normal definition.

🔴 He’s shown to be intensely lonely: sitting alone, walking alone, watching others from the outskirts, but thriving online where the social rules are different. He has trouble identifying/defining friendships, choosing to focus on the sharing of interests and excitement.

🔴 However, he does find a group that accepts him and listens to him -- and that feeling of belonging becomes intoxicating. The typical “gets a taste of doing something correctly but then gets carried away and crosses a line in excitement”

🔴 He doesn’t think hard work can get him anywhere in society, he doesn’t have any goals, he struggles at school, he wants to just go with the flow -- aka, burnout from trying so hard in a society that isn’t made to accommodate you. Instead of focusing on that, he loses himself in fictional worlds of heroes and villains. He sees connections in everyday life, occasionally getting so lost in them that thoughts of them bleed into reality.

🔴 He's bad at lying. Or, he has to deal with people pointing out nonsensical body language cues to make assumptions about his emotions (which is just as much a neurodivergent experience, unfortunately).

🔴 I know all the prisoners have some kind of act they put up to cover up their true emotions, but it’s still so obvious how he lashes out in anger instead of properly processing/expressing his legitimate fear of the entire situation.

🔴 Extreme restlessness when waiting in an empty room all alone

🔴 This may be more personal interpretation than evidence (because I don’t know how it holds up in the original Japanese), but his line in Muu’s bday timeline just struck me as someone who isn't usually accepted or accommodated for when they're feeling down.

🔴 Also. Transed Gender. 🏳️‍⚧️

[vio1315]

Answers don't need to be animals, just nothing mechanical please

Any order is fine, replies preferred

[ochablooms]

hey. hey kid. yeah, you. come closer.

(opens trenchcoat) would you like some takeritsu in these times of need?

[eyefocusing]

plane scribble dump....

[jackalopearts]

Radon Free

[joyce-stick]

So first I should say, I appreciate your posts as a mutual and respect your opinion, even if nothing I argue changes it. But as to these points,

While 1) is true, I feel it's somewhat fallacious for the same reason that "a movie torrent download equates to a lost ticket sale" is. Not everyone who viewed the art was going to commission or otherwise give money to the artist- a vast majority aren't and were never going to.

On point 2), I'd say that similarly to the corporate anime producers, the people who get paid for others viewing social media posts (where a lot of art tends to circulate) are the people in charge of that site. And they get paid through ads and such, which can only exist because of our posts being monetized for their benefit. And who created this toxic algorithm feed system where views and likes could equate to *some* carrots being dropped *maybe* if either individual users decide to pay someone or they decide to let you monetize it? In a just system, we'd be paid a fair share for our role in that. So, I feel the situation's really not all that different.

There's a lot of reasons why it's difficult to make money on art and I don't think users reusing or resharing that art on the internet are really to blame. And to attack them for doing so is just another example of working-class infighting.

On another matter, one thing I forgot is that I feel policing re-circulation of art is sort of anti-preservationist. Like, the reality is, a lot of art accounts on deviantart, twitter, pixiv, et al, have been deleted or suspended or otherwise disappeared. And a lot of those accounts had art that we liked and, when we tried to find it again, we found it reposted on subreddits, imageboards, and other social media sites.

Sure, the artists might not like it, but a thing about media preservation is that the feelings of the artist are, or at least should be, kind of be a neutral factor. Lots of influential artists and writers and other creators (Franz Kafka for instance) would have rather their work not have been recirculated, but we'd be without an innumerable amount of powerful and influential art and culture if they'd got what they wanted.

So, yeah, in general, I don't think people reposting art is a problem. At worst, it's maybe a little bit rude, especially if the artist isn't credited appropriately. But it's ultimately not something to get upset about. At least, I don't think.

I do not care about committing art piracy. views and likes are not money. Views and likes do not equate to people paying money. You cannot "steal" views and likes from people

when I say I don't respect copyright, that doesn't mean I suddenly respect the copyright of people who ask nicely for me to respect their copyright. It means I don't respect copyright. using someone else's art from twitzer as your profile picture isn't any more a theft than using an anime screenshot

[invidiatechdemo]

End of report.

+ bonus close up where i do the T shaped pupil thing because i think it's endearing.

[andyridgeley]

can't wait to see ted lasso back on my screen

[faemytho]

alright i still got stuff in my inbox BUT yall should send me more stuff anyways :3

send me ANY crk/crob ship (romo, plat, queerplatonic, i dont care) and a prompt (list) (another list) in my inbox, and ill write a one-shot! (be warned, if its a mainstream ship, i WONT write it the same the rest of the fandom does.) asks that have only a ship without an accompanying prompt will be discarded.

if you got headcanons for a ship or character within a ship SEND ME THOSE TOO, just know ill probably add my own hcs as well if one of the characters happens to be a blorbo lol

[vyragosa]

Cannot exactly relate, but. Hooray for you (though he still was a dick for rbing reposted art)? You have found some point of connection in that art and that's always cool.

[bluewinnerangel]

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[fluffyblue-artnwriting]

Hi please look at this fic I wrote a couple years ago :3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Centaurworld (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Horse/Rider (Centaurworld) Characters: Horse (Centaurworld), Rider (Centaurworld) Additional Tags: Centaur!Horse, Getting Together, Kissing, Post-Canon, Transformation, Bodily Changes Summary:

Rider has been able to handle all the weird, and occasionally comically horrifying, shit that Centaurworld has thrown at her. But the thing to finally break her brain is that Horse has boobs now.

[pealeii]

10/2/24 | Inktober Day 2: Discover | Coraline Doorway

[luminni]

Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3

(sorry for this being a 3rd repost, I had an account called Lumi_bunsblog but that one got deleted for some reason so this is the new one now ig lol)

John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.

"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.

He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"

I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.

"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.

And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"

Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,

"Johnny"

"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.

"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.

"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off

"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.

"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.

'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.

You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.

"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"

But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"

Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.

He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.

"Price-"

"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.

Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,

"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned

Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.

"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.

"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.

"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled

"Ya didn't ask" Price droned

Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"

"Not happening" Simon deadpanned

"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"

"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.

"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.

You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."

"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows

"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.

"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair

"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"