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Thou detestable wench! What implores thou to partake in such satire?

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Man I saw a post last night that just got stuck in my fucking craw about how “annoying” it is when people put stuff like “reblogs > likes” on their art posts and how if you’re so concerned about “fake internet points” on your art, you need to stop posting art and ✨just make stuff for yourself✨. Well good news, I do make stuff for myself *that I also post for my own enjoyment.*

Even if I make art for myself, it’s still nice to hear someone say “I like that thing you made!” and show some appreciation for it. And it’s definitely disheartening when no one shares the post at all. It’s like that analogy of you baking a cake and bringing it to a potluck, but by the end of the day, you’re the only one that’s taken a slice out of it. Like yea maybe people walked by and said “that’s a nice cake” but they didn’t tell you or give you any indication that they enjoyed it.

Also like. I’m trying to make a career out of art. I can’t do anything with likes, but if people reblog and share my work, someone outside of my circle might go “I like that and I’m interested in commissioning them/hiring them for a bigger project.”

So yeah, artists are definitely the big bad assholes for asking people to reblog their art. /s

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well i mean you’re not wrong...

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“but there’s no reason for this character to be gay” do u think irl gay people are gay to advance a plot dude

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I told my daughter to look both ways before she crossed the street, but not for her safety. . .

Those pesky police officers would never stop minding their business if they saw me sneaking out of house arrest again.

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me age 11: i need a tragic backstory for my OC 🤔🤔🤔

me: i got it,

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As they. . .

No...

The warm autumn leaves blew through his hair as he. . .

No...

WHY IS WRITERS’ BLOCK FOR IMAGERY SO FLIPPING DIFFICULT

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Oh. 😅

Gonna make my own incredibly specific DNI

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Are you trying to get yourself experimented on? XD

Gonna make my own incredibly specific DNI

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Dr. Ronald Wright stared down at the sleeping group of puppies through the observation tank lid, tapping a gloved finger on the side while his apprentice took notes on a nearby terminal. He smiled as they woke up yipping, their less-than-an-inch wide wings flapping in turn to the clink of their tail collars against the glass.

“It’s amazing, don’t you think, Drestire?” he asked while heading for the medicine cabinet.

“Sir?” the younger WhiteCoat peeped, pausing.

“The subjects, boy,” he explained calmly, pulling it open to prep syringes. “Not only will they be the first non-human recombinants, but they will also have the power to experience life more than once, which is something all of us wish for at some point our short lives.”

Tajikistan Drestire stared at Wright blankly before collecting his thoughts, grabbing a clipboard, and joining Ronald next to the tank. The older WhiteCoat pried the lid off, causing the puppies to cuddle for warmth almost instantly. He reached in for the skinniest, oldest one, growling when his fingers curled around the runt instead. ‘Oh, well. I’m doing this to all of them anyway.’

The suprised pooch swung her paws swiftly, whining to be back with her siblings. Wright flipped her on her back so her stomach faced him and stuck the needle inside. His pointer and ring finger held her in place well as he drew enough blood to fill half the syringe. Tajikistan wrote every step down, meanwhile, not wanting to miss a moment of the start of his fortune.

In less than a minute, Ronald set the shaky, huddled pup down with the others and glinted triumphantly at his work. “Say goodbye to the present, Drestire; The future is coming bright and early this year.”