#enjoyed reading the awesome post!

[pilkypills]

(this is professorjirt) some Bombur doodles maybe?

it took me way too long to finally draw him. bombur forgive me

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh

[sukirichi]

PLEASE STOP COPYING FICS ‼️

I am by no means gatekeeping concepts or tropes. We all know that it’s normal to see the same tropes or AUs be used differently, and that is not plagiarism. However, I recently found a fic that was oddly similar to my old (and discontinued) Gojo x Reader series, Reckless. The CEO! Gojo is nothing new, and neither is an accidental pregnancy trope. The only reason I am concerned is because this Gojo series I found has the exact same themes as Reckless that consists of: a playboy CEO Gojo with a very notorious reputation, a poor reader who is an employee and asset to the company (someone who works closely with Gojo), reader getting knocked up from a one night stand with Gojo, reader with a seemingly dead/absent mother yet still in contact with her father, Gojo with a very traditional family who does not like reader, and Gojo with an ex he struggles to let go of - which are all elements of Reckless.

The first chapter of that Gojo fic is also eerily similar to my first chapter with the same flow of: YN finding out she’s pregnant and her friend being there for her, Gojo saying he’ll take responsibility because ‘they both made the baby’, YN having to move in with Gojo to take care of the baby, and both of them coming to a mutual agreement that their ‘relationship’ will be purely for the baby’s benefit. The flow of events and specific details about the characters’ backgrounds are too similar to mine.

Again, I am not gatekeeping concepts, just as how I’ve had other writers ask me if they could write their own stories or takes based off of the NAOYA’S TROPHY WIFE COLLECTION or the BONTEN HUSBANDS EXCLUSIVE, and I’m fine with that. I’m even happy people are inspired by what I write. But being inspired is completely different from taking someone’s story and posting it as yours. Please trust your own creativity and skills in writing. You can write amazing stories and have people love them without having to steal from others.

It’s sad to say this is not the first time I, and other writers, have been plagiarized. It’s even more upsetting to know that a friend of mine who has also written a Gojo series (that I’m sure you all know and dearly love) experiences the same issues with the same person. The fact that this is happening to many writers out there is disheartening. We work hard and pour a lot of love in the stories we create. None of us are getting paid for this, and we simply want to share our passions with others. So please, let us be kinder with one another and show love and support the right way. If you love a fic, you give feedback and rb/comment + show support to the writer. You don’t steal their ideas and play it off as your own because you liked it.

[troutfishy]

for @jei-rifni 's 3k dtiys!!

text under readmore:

"Did you know?

'Prions' are misfolded proteins that cause neurodegenerative diseases that are 100% untreatable and fatal!

Prions are very difficult to destroy and are transmitted by consuming infected tissue, like the brain!

It's possible that prions are accumulating in the environment due to their resistance to denaturation. Fun!"

[meowrimo]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[triglycercule]

hes right behind me isnt he

sorry for being so dead guys can you believe it triglycercule not posting?! more common than you'd think,,,,,, anyways have some horror n dust in roblox as an apology X,,3 sowwyyyy

[doubleedgemode]

The Dandy with his Hand on his chest

I wanted to do a big piece before the month ended and I had been thinking on drawing a study of "The Nobleman with his Hand on his Chest" by El Greco with Slayer for a good while, because I adore that painting and believe it fits him, since it has a mysterious yet noble aura to me. Very dandy!

I love Slayer's Rev2 Color 4, so I got really happy when it returned as Color 10 in Strive, now with a very stylish nail polish, too.

[yyyeowza]

I've never read a Wally West Flash comic (just haven't had the time) BUT I've been reading Absolute Flash and I've been able to understand 99% of what's going on pretty well :3

I assume that certain things would have more Impact if previous Wally comics have been read, but to me at least, it doesn't seem necessary

(hoping I understood your post correctly ahdjshajsbja)

Aaa thank you!!!!! That’s exactly the reassurance I needed. Genuinely the thing that pushed me into the deep end of the fandom was a fan art of Wally in his absolute flash costume so it’s been on the top of my list for ages to read.

[koussevitzky]

I briefly considered deactivating my blog today but then I realized that the most likely thing to come of that would be me not lasting more than four months before remaking and that's just awkward for everyone now isn't it

[gothteddiesdotcom]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[kalloway]

it's only taken me like 10 years of "yeah, I'll get to it eventually"'s to have finally sat down and actually started my first playthrough of Dragon Age 2 lmao... perfectly on-brand for me (being insanely late to everything)

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[darklight-owl]

That thing everyone talks about happening to them finally happened to me

[blurring-ramblimgs]

Location: Former human homeworld, 2.4.8

Log Recorder: Nuahm of Addouu

The humans are gone. By gone I mean disappeared. They vanished oUt of thin aiR, every record, every trade deaL, every single item originating from their homeworld. Gone.

Even them.

Their planet, their solar system. That entire edge of the galaxy, trimmed away from existence. A black square of void, an even stretch of light years upon light years of space. Gone.

Many report having experienced loss of memory, or trouble recollecting what happened between star dates 117233.6 and 117233.8. One hour. In exactly one hour an entire part of our galaxy disappeared right under our noses. To add to that, extremely horrifying idea, I must mention and bring to attention that this lack of our edge of space’s most vital trading partner, was not noticed for approx FIVE of my home planet’s rotations around our star. Five. (Note: one rotation translates to two halves of Earth’s Sol rotations) The only reason anyone would have noticed was due to the Eloi’stkuuh’tgaunboteon, or as many species have taken to nickname them, Nun’cyna

The Nun’cyna are the only ones who remain unaffected by whatever erased the Human’s from this plane of existence. (Note: That even Nun’cyna hybrids with neighboring kin species remain semi-aware of Humanity’s former presence in the galaxy.) This species notified the Collective Whole the moment they noticed something was wrong. Or that’s what they’re telling the reporters. Perhaps it is a translation error, but they do keep mentioning something. The translators often title that something as Giaginae. As if we’re supposed to know what Giaginae is. 

The Nun’cyna have taken it upon themselves to tear through every piece of historical media the older space traveling civilizations have. No one’s taken to stopping them yet, there’s no reason to, really. Not when even the Nun’cyna are forgetting what they’re looking for with every new generation. Eventually this.. Bigger problem will come to an end, a blip forgotten within the texts of Time. Perhaps it is better that way, to remain ignorant of whatever is powerful enough to devour an entire expanse of space.

 After all, as we humans say, Ignorance is bliss.

[just-watch-and-calculate]

ooh writing that is related to time loops but not conventional time loop narrative is interesting. the idea I have now is a bit of a different direction in terms of the underlying concept though

TW/CW: death (mentioned in the 2nd person, implied ending) (also a slight warning: the following is fiction written in the second person and is about being disoriented in spacetime, and about the existential dread from that; also I don't know how much other people get out of this without some rather specific physics knowledge)

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The rest of your life is ahead of you.

You get ready to end the day by waking up into the comforting embrace of sleep. This is the end of the day, right? Mind already— or still?— groggy, you are not sure. Faint recollections of today make themselves known in your mind. Recollections of one of the two ends of your life. Just whether it is the celebrated or grieved one you are not sure right now. At least you are headed away from it, right?

Thinking about that, you realize that you might be moving away from the moment you will(?) end he day by waking up. You are awake enough to notice that the phrasing of that sounds… off, somehow. The sun is still a bit away from setting— or is it rising right now? By definition the night ends with the sun rising and starts with it setting, so that is no help in figuring out which way is future and which way is past.

You remember somewhat how today went goes. And you remember a bit less clearly how tomorrow yesterday the closest day one night from now goes. That is a sign that the future is that way, right? That we know little enough about that temporal direction to think we have free will there.

But you know better than to think you truly have free will, don't you? You know that when you learn about it you are shocked. And you know that at some other point in time you are not shocked about it, at that point in time you accept that the universe is deterministic.¹

But will that be in the future, or has that been in the past? You hope that that is your future, because you remember enough to know that one direction is much longer than the other. Something goes went will go goes wrong today.

You realize that you should not have such clear memories of both past and future. Maybe that is why today has been— will be?— so confusing. You do know that it does make sense for it to be possible though: the direction of time is surprisingly ambiguous unless entropy is involved, so those memories do little to help.

Entropy! You remember: you can find out what direction is generally regarded as the future quite easily. You grab an ice cube. As you hold it you remember that you have(?) let it go right as your hand hurts slightly from the cold. It slides across the floor towards/away from you. Your hand is wet and cold from it. You know enough about entropy to know that the cube melted from holding it.

Which means that today is still mostly ahead of you. And then… nothing. Not the faintest recollection.

You feel cold panic. You are clinging on to the irrational, desperate hope that somehow you can change this. But you know that you can't. Shattered, disjointed recollections of today are burnt into you memory so much deeper than anything else.

Has some attempt to go back just reinforced fate instead? But that isn't how causality works. It shouldn't be. You hope you are not doomed already. You know you are.

Maybe— maybe your colleagues can help you. They've been working on this kind of thing for some distance time (but it's a lot less in time than what that length would be in space, isn't it?). Your research group is working with small controlled systems to better understand what time is. Most that you remember coming of that research so far only has potential for some parlor tricks, but that can change, even on such a short notice, right? (Hah! 'Short' notice, as if we all already know that time and space are not that different.)

There it is again, that irrational thought that somehow the universe doesn't work as you know it does. That things you know cannot be changed, things you know you cannot change, could be changed.

You stand at the bus stop. Why would you have to wait there if you know the bus has arrived early at its destination will be late at the bus stop?

You are on the bus. You just look out of the window disinterestedly, watching the world go by, letting distance pass like time. Is the bus driving forwards or backwards? Are you headed towards your end or away from it? In any case, part of what has you so disinterested in the bus ride is that you know it is uneventful. You have already ridden here from one of the stops you got on/off the bus at and remember that part of the drive. You also remember the other part from/to the other stop you will get on/off the bus at.

You arrive at the laboratory. "Good morning!" you respond. "Morning!" is the answer you receive from the only other person currently at the lab. You can't shake the feeling you should've responded with 'bye'.

You look at the current setup: two almost identical experiments that can run simultaneously — except one of them has opposite charges and is mirrored. And most important of all, one of them starts as the other ends — one of them is backwards. And you truly do not know which one that is anymore. (Anymore? Or will you just come to learn it later?)

It looks different from the other times you see it. "Hey, could you check my calculations? Something's not adding up, I've found a configuration where I don't know where some of the energy comes from" your colleague asks. "It's just, trying to figure it out has kept me up all night. I'd really appreciate a second pair of eyes on this."

You consider what she says: 'all night', not 'all day'. That clears up how she perceives time. It does not fix how you do though.

You remember what is written on the piece of paper she hands you as you first read it. And she is right, it should all add up, it just somehow doesn't. It is as if the Formulas just 'know' that something will be there to fix things. And if not, who knows what would happen. You would rather not know. With a sigh you say "Whatever is wrong with that calculation, I can't spot it either."

"It's alright, I already modified our setup to test this. Want to give it a try?" she responds. Not waiting for your answer in her eagerness to learn she fiddles with the controls of the experiment.

You run between her and the experimental setup. You suddenly know where the extra energy is: with you, somehow. The setup is currently powering up/down. You have to do something or you really will risk finding out how the universe deals with mathematical inconsistencies.

She calls your name, voice full of worry. You are in the experiment room. The setup is powered. You know what fate lurks here. You want to leave this room so badly.

It is too late. Your path through spacetime is not exactly subject to causality — it kind of is causality. Your path through spacetime is not something you have carved out. It just is. And here it leads you. And one of its ends is here.

You want just one more day.

The last, or perhaps the first thing you know is just how wrong you still were about how time works.

_____ ¹ I'm too much of a nerd to completely gloss over quantum randomness possibly not being deterministic, but for the purposes of this story it can be ignored.

I love time loop stories. Really, I do.

But I'd love to see a story about what happens after you emerge from the time loop.

When, after months or years of repetition, you have to learn how to live with a choice you can't redo tomorrow.

When you meet someone new for the first time and have to figure out how to navigate this brand new conversation.

When you reach for the same day's clothes and realize that you can't wear them because they got dirty. Your laundry, your dishes, your body, your teeth, all the tasks that reset with the loop are suddenly stacking up and you need to set aside time to do them.

When you reach that first weekend and your schedule radically shifts and you don't know what to do with yourself, which is terrifying but also exhilarating in ways you can't explain.

When you casually drop facts learned from those books you spent a dozen loops reading, and you realize you retained something worth keeping.

How your memory gets weirdly good all of a sudden, despite not having all that repetition to fall back on, because suddenly every experience is fresh and new.

And when the seasons change, and your hair grows long enough that you want to cut it, and when you realize it's shocking because you didn't think you'd ever see something as incredible as the passage of time.

[saatorus]

i LOVEEE ALL UR FICS i lit read all them in one night and im giggling and kickijg my feet omg begging to read more, I JUST KNOW U HAVE THE BEST FICS ASKING IF YOU HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS i feel like u have the best ones SEND THEM OVERRR PLS🙏🏽🙏🏽

AHHH TYSM TYSM TYSMMMMM and omg here a few of my all time favourites! a lot of these are ao3 based because i enjoy longgg fics :3 most of these have nsfw elements involved! i'll probably edit this and add more when i find more!

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first and foremost... my love.. convergence theory by achilleid. oh my god. i saved this fanfiction to my ipad as a pdf because i genuinely was floating when i read this. the mother of all gojo x reader fanfiction dare i say.. 240k words of awesomeness! also is completed ^.^

1 . beneath the silk by phyx_morgan -- the best, i repeat, THE BEST sukuna fanfiction to grace this planet. its currently on going, and 256k words of pure ecstasy

2 . the way you love me by peachessay -- SO FUCKING DELECTABLE!!! fwb satoru gojo x reader, 128k wordcount

3. fever daydreams by buttholesupreme -- satoru gojo x reader but reader was prev married to naoya zenin (icl i got into naoya bc of this fic i know hes horrible but like...) 146k word count, completed! i ghosted a guy to read this btw, thought i should add this here

4. silent love by strbymacaroon -- sukuna x reader,,,bro. i think this fic literally made me hallucinate and dream about sukuna. sooooo good! 134k words, completed.

5. burning desires by ellierexx -- FUCKKK i need tattoo artist choso hshdjuhsj this is so good i love love LOVE! 200k words, completed

6. missed connection by sahm2k2c -- gojo satoru x reader! ok so i read this back in like 2022 but if its in my bookmarks its probably really good im picky as fuck. 99k words, completed.

7. mlb! megumi series by lokissweater on tumblr -- megumi fushiguro x reader, the series that inspired me to also start writing :') idk word count bc its multiple parts but i LOOOOOVE

8. geto suguru's guide to fraternising with the enemy by gojover on tumblr -- oh my god, i had to rewatch harry potter after this it's written so well! wc 24.2k

9. editing this in after its been posted for 2 hours BUT sincerly yours by saintobio on tumblr-- i had no business crying over this in 2021 its sooo good but so angsty i wanted to k word gojo. 213k wc

10. the arrangement by nezuscribe on tumblr -- satoru gojo x reader UM i love.. i loveeeeee arranged marriage au so MUCH ngh. two lengthy parts, so super good

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as u can tell i'm a huge plot enthusiast LOL