#<- woke up to a comment like that

[mochiwrites]

head in hands a small friendly reminder Not just to. ask someone to update their fic ???? if you want someone to update maybe instead of just saying “please update it” try “(insert positive thoughts about the fic), excited to see what comes next!” or literally anything besides straight up asking/telling someone to update their fic.

fic writers are people too. writing is our hobby. and you never know what’s going on in someone’s life. so just — don’t demand. don’t pressure. just say you enjoy the fic and that you’re excited about whatever is coming up

[candyheartedchy]

Already got someone on that post on twitter trying to say my ship with Scratch is necrophilia…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Late Night Talking

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[eosofhearts]

my poor little meow meow angor rot he has every disease

[nothingweirdhere]

ok so i tried to comment on a post on r/adhd talking about some bullshit a psychiatrist told me about how she wouldn’t diagnose me with autism bc i had a fairly large group of friends and autistic people can’t have that many friends (yeah, what the fuck), despite the fact that basically that entire group was neurodivergent (and queer) and at least one person in it would eventually BE OFFICIALLY DIAGNOSED WITH AUTISM.

then i get this message

imo this is wack. firstly, neurodivergent IS just a descriptor. full stop. and i don’t want to say “people with mental health disorders” or any bullshit like that. (especially since adhd & autism are neurodevelopmental disorders, not mental illnesses) it’s clunky and awkward and in my experience NOT HOW PEOPLE TALK. neurodivergent is an incredibly widespread term! there’s nothing wrong with it!

then i checked out the links, and here’s some of their “position on neurodiversity” post

this is all bullshit? like i also disagree with framing neurodiversity as purely neutral differences in cognition—yes certain things would be much less disabling if society was more accommodating, but even in a perfect world things like adhd and autism would still be distressing/disabling for a large number of people. they’re using the beliefs of specific groups that also happen to use terms like neurodivergent (because it’s a descriptor and a lot of people use it!!!) to label everyone who uses those words as part of a specific “neurodiversity movement” and i don’t like that??

anyway i’d like to hear some other people’s opinions on this

[frownyalfred]

Nothing like spending hours doing html hover translation text boxes to share a canon conlang with readers that canon/fanon works ALL utilize only to be told it’s annoying.

HEY BUDDY. I’m not sharing your name but if you don’t like it! Don’t read it! Don’t even comment telling me how annoying it is! Just hit the big x button in the top right corner!

[arttsuka]

Happy late anniversary to the first episode of Hannibal (pretend it's April 4th pls)

Take a little song to go with this

Tumblr better stop ruining the quality or else. Click it for better quality pls

The whole time I was like 'trust the process' but the process kinda lied to me

I like posting these wips but I usually just forget to take pictures of the process until it's too late...

Btw this is one of my 'cleanest' sketches. Usually they are more chaotic and/or ambiguous

[thelien-art]

Hi I just want to say that I absolutely adore your Caranthir thank u very much for ur contributions have a lovely day <3

Hi, I just wanted to say you just made sure my day was very lovely!! Waking up to this was everything♡♡♡

Have a lil Moryo!

[natsarrownecklacx]

Seeing so many fics now not have many comments but so many notes really frustrated/ saddens me :/

people deserve to be told their works is good, that silly line they threw into the third paragraph referencing that show / movie was noticed, that they did not waste their time working on free entertainment for us.

It’s just so frustrating to click into a fic with a good few hundred notes and the only comments are “part two” or “tag in next part” cause like? How about some appreciation for what we already gave you before you start asking for something else that you’ll probably just disregard aswell?

[cham0mil3]

*fist bumps the air like a retired conman doing one of his schemes after a long time* still got it

[karamazovanon]

draw Pyotr topping Stavrogin

[thegeekylady52]

one of "those" tiktoks spreading the MSE-6 And Men agenda was not on my 2024 bingo card but it really feels like it should've been

[cookie-nom-nom]

[“But I’m not even human.” 

Miles shrugged. “Human is as human does.” He forced himself to reach out and touch her damp cheek. “Animals don’t weep, Nine.”

She jerked, as if from electric shock. “Animals don’t lie. Humans do. All the time.”

“Not all the time.”

“Prove it.” She tilted her head as she sat cross-legged, her pale gold eyes were suddenly burning. Speculative. 

“Uh, sure. How?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wot.”

“Take off your clothes and lay with me as humans do, men and women.” Her hand reached out to touch his throat. The pressing claws made little wells in his flesh.

“Urp?” choked Miles. His eyes felt wide as saucers. A little more pressure and those wells would spring out red fountains. I’m about to die. 

She stared into his face with a strange, frightening, bottomless hunger. Then, abruptly, she released him. He sprang up and cracked his head on the low ceiling and dropped back down, the stars in his eyes unrelated to love at first sight. Her lips wrinkled back on a fanged groan of despair. “Ugly,” she wailed, her clawed nails raked across her cheeks, leaving furrows. “Too ugly. Animal. You don’t think I’m human.” She seemed to swell with some destructive resolve. 

“No no no!” Gibbered Miles, lurching to his knees and grabbing her hands and pulling them down. “It’s not that, it’s just— how old are you, anyway?” 

“Sixteen.”]

——

Miles instantly recoiled, cracking his head on the ceiling again because those who didn’t learn history were doomed to repeat it, as Commodore Tung was fond of reminding him. Immediately her eyes narrowed, a snarl creeping over her sharp teeth. “You don’t think I’m human enough,” she accused, voice still husky from disuse. “I knew it.” Her claws slipped back up to the scratches on her damp face, and he jolted forward, batting them down again in a reckless manner. 

“No, it’s not that,” Miles insisted, eyeing the way her claws were curling into fists about the same size as his entire face. “You’re a child! I can’t do that.”

“My life expectancy was barely a few years. The rest of the projects have been long dead.”

“Well, it’s still wrong in human years, which is the point. There’s plenty of other tests for humanity, anyways.” Sex was by no means the epitome of human existence. “What about Socrates? Human choice motivated by the desire for happiness? Or, oh, what was that test for AI centuries ago? The Tuning Test? That would work too.” He didn’t remember what it actually entailed. “There’s many tests. You yourself said only humans lie. By your own logic, lie, ergo, human. Human is as human does.” That’s what he’d meant it to be applied to, anyway. 

Her eyes narrowed. “None of those prove your belief to me. I still like my test.” Well, naturally. [Sixteen. God. He remembered sixteen. Sex obsessed and dying every minute.] 

[“Aren’t you a little young for this?” he tried hopefully.] She started a protest, but he continued. “It’s illegal. There. I applied human laws to you.” Probably a first for Jackson’s Hole. “I also just offered you a job, and regulations ban interrank romantic interactions.” No matter how much he might want to with one particular Eli Quinn...

The power dynamic was entirely wrong, between his age and rank and the fact he was beginning to suspect he was about to rescue this girl. Or, hell, look at it the other way, at the underlying threat that he must prove he believed her human or die. It was a messed up power imbalance from nearly every angle. 

A crumpled look crossed her wolfish features. Miles tried to console her. One for it being the Vorish, gentlemanly thing to do, and two because while he thought it unlikely she’d kill him at this point, he still didn’t want to increase his chances. “I’m probably the first nice face you’ve seen in a while. Don’t settle for me simply since I got here first. There are plenty of suitable partners once you get out of this basement. Which, reminder, we’re in a hostile environment surrounded by enemies. We still need to escape.” 

Moroseness slumped her features. “It’s impossible. I stopped trying years ago. And…” a shudder ran down her strong back, ears flattening. “...they don’t like it when you try,” she said lowly. “They wouldn’t do this to me if I was human.”

“Eh, actually they would. I mean, I’m human, and I’m down here, aren’t I? I’ve been deemed subhuman before. It hurts when they think it’d be a mercy to ‘put you out of your misery’.” He was going to strangle that scientist.

She gave him an odd look, scrutinizing him more thoroughly. “You don’t look like Jacksonian work. And you said you’re human. Why isn’t that enough for them?” 

Miles spread his hands wide, a wry expression crossing his features. “Ah, but I’m a mutant. A weakling. A curse from God upon my father’s house for every sin they can think to lay at his feet. They will find anything and everything they can to hold against you, Nine, no matter what it is that makes you different. Eight feet tall or four foot nine, unmatched strength or bones of glass; they will despise you either way. Well damn their notion of being born wrong because I intend to be ten times the man they ever could be.”

“Then it’s hopeless.” 

“If you want it to be handed to you, yes. You can’t rely on someone else to give you your humanity, because that implies they can revoke it at any time. It’s a value you have to find within yourself.” It sounded like some pithy Betan advice he would’ve picked up from his mother. “With your test, you wanted your body to feel human. But what about your soul, Nine?” He paused. “No, we need a name for you. I can’t be calling you a number like some type of lab rat.” Something strong and pretty, like her. He fell into that well of old earth philosophy he had initially fallen back on. Socrates, the Greeks, the like. When he finally found the name, it seemed perfect for the girl called a monster and trapped deep in the heart of a labyrinth of labs. Wasn’t Miles intended to be some blood sacrifice to her as well? And hadn’t the minotaur been a child when he was imprisoned for life? Punished for the crime of being born, just like them. “Taura,” he breathed. “I think I shall call you Taura.”

She went still, enraptured. “A name.” Tears welled in her golden eyes. “No one has ever given me a name.” 

“I’m not giving it to you. I’m letting you take it, to seize it, to make it your own. As much as I’d like to, I can’t give you your humanity either. That’s all up to you. Break free of every cruel moniker hurled at you. Monster, mutant– who cares what any of them think!? Prove them all wrong and never look back. That’s what I did. So here: I may reject your test, but I offer my own. I believe you’re ‘human enough’ because I believe you’re worthy of freedom, of a future, of a name. I certainly can’t give any of that to you, but I sure can help you try.” Something sparked in her gilded gaze, the tantalizing offer she’d likely never been given before. It was a hope doused quickly, but it had been there at all. Miles had a chance of relighting it, of fanning the flames. 

“You really think so?” Uncertain, her fangs twisted into a guarded frown. 

Miles batted aside a twinge of guilt. It wasn’t just because she was his only shot of escape, and it certainly wasn’t for a particular scientist whose neck he wanted to wring. This was because Taura didn’t deserve to be trapped in a basement eating rats for the rest of her tenuous life. He might have needed her, but she needed him, too, if only for a little while. 

“I don’t make offers I don’t intend to provide. So, care to escape with me?” He held out an arm, almost ridiculously formal, and she took it, choosing to trust him if only hesitantly, if only for that little spark of hope still in here somewhere.

[supersapphical]

“sam ships destiel and is playing matchmaker for dean and cas” “sam is oblivious to what’s been going and is completely blindsided when they announce they’re dating” “sam doesn’t really care but he is annoyed by the pining and wishes they would just get together already”

ALL WRONG

sam thinks they’re already together. he thinks they’ve been sneaking around for ages and they just haven’t said anything explicit because they’re both super repressed. he hasn’t said anything because he thinks he should give them the space they need to come out to him on their own terms when they’re ready.

cas comes back post empty, he and dean finally sort their shit out and dean makes a big thing of sitting sam down and telling him that he and cas are together now and its emotional but good and they both go in for a brotherly hug.

MID HUG sam is like, thank you so much for finally telling me and dean is like...finally??? this just happened like two days ago??? and sam’s like YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T BEEN SECRETLY SLEEPING TOGETHER THIS WHOLE TIME? THEN WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?

and then both their heads explode.

[fushigurro]

the more i read and write, the more i want to continue to get better at both. i want to push myself not only stylistically, but also content-wise, exploring any avenue that may pose an interest for me, because the creative world holds so many opportunities.

and i want to have an even higher appreciation for the works of others because they are often what inspires me to do such things. sure, some ideas appear to just "come from within" at times, but we are always absorbing things from the world around us through individual lenses and are therefore able to connect and formulate ideas in any number of ways. i believe that with the more breadth you do that, the more possibilities you open yourself up to.

so i want to have an even deeper appreciation for the things that others create and share because it is truly an incredible feat to do such a thing, even (or perhaps especially) when it is just a "hobby." life is certainly not always a walk in the park, yet people still find it in themselves to make and do the things they love. this is incredible.

even as someone who has had relatively anti-social and isolationist tendencies (a pervasive personal issue to combat), i always find myself circling back to understanding the importance of community. just because it perhaps seems easier to access now via technology, let's not use that as a catalyst to devalue the opportunities of engaging with the ideas of others but rather as a means of inspiration and excitement at having them.

yes, it is easy for me to click a button a read a story—a little harder to digest and put into words my thoughts and feelings about it. but i am nothing if not an advocate for taking the initiative to challenge and therefore improve one's self, especially when the results can lead to the potential uplifting of others as well.

[darlingfreddie]

Shout out to the realest ones