I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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i tried watching the 1st movie and i couldn't move on from the very ridiculous premises of how half of class 1A made it to that island, my point is that there's no way that deku doesn't know about bakugo's summer plans, so this is what i imagine went down a week before the movie takes place
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Mainstream sci-fi loves to insist on having drab looking machines as tools of war and oppression almost as a self fulfilling prophecy.
But what if, hear me out, we started considering a future with more humane AI and healthier relations to different modes of intelligence (ie. the entire non-human being population of Earth)? 🤔
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I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.
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Music in Our flag means death s2
I Love My Baby - Nina Simone
Strawberry Letter 23 - Shuggie Otis
Pygmy Love Song - Francіs Bebey
Run From Me - Timber Timbre
This Woman’s Work - Kate Bush
SeaBird - Alessi Brothers
Baby - Donnie & Joe Emerson
Wasting My Time - Harry Mosco
La Vie En Rose - Con O'Neill
I Love My Baby - Nina Simone (2nd time)
Roads To Moscow - Al Stewart
That’s All Right - Laura Rivers
The Times They Are A-Changin’ - Nina Simone
Music in season 1:
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[Inspired by this art from @sangoundercover]
The first, early gray light of the coming sunrise spreads lazily across patchwork clouds. The streets of Rexxentrum below are dark, but a single burning candle in a cracked window offers a spot of color and warmth. Within the guest room where it sits, it offers its light to a peaceful scene of afterglow.
Laudna rests with her head and back against the pillows of the bed—leftover supports from before—with her eyes closed. Meanwhile, Imogen lounges on her side next to her, head cupped in her left hand while her right traces thoughtless patterns across Laudna's stomach and chest, eyes admiring the new purple light emanating from beneath her skin. There is a soft smile on both of their faces as they enjoy the companionable silence.
As Imogen's fingers trace up between Laudna's breasts, following the line of her new scar, she stops. There is a slight rise in the skin from another scar that she had entirely forgotten about for the past few hours.
"Oh."
Imogen's eyes and fingertips travel along the path of the once jagged scar with a muscle memory gained from other nights like this. She remembers the rough texture, the flashes of memory it would inflict, and the pang of guilt she'd have to push away and hide. The first time it hadn't worked; Laudna saw it. Imogen had taught herself to be better about it afterward at the risk of ruining the moment again.
That pang of guilt doesn't come now. The texture has changed. It's smoother now, with only the barest hints of roughness at its edges. A wound healed, still leaving a scar, but better this time. Imogen marvels at the weight of the metaphor behind the revelation.
"Everything alright?"
Imogen looks up to meet Laudna's curious eyes staring at her. She gives her a soft smile as she continues to draw her pointer finger down the line.
"Yeah...just admirin' your scar. It's beautiful."
Laudna looks down at it. "You think so?"
"I do," Imogen replies, reaching up to brush away some stray hair obstructing Laudna's view.
Laudna considers the scar for a moment, and then smiles contently. "I think I do too."
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*SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP*... this was shared on Discord and I still can't believe it XD
I am so Honored that my art could evoke someone to buy a shower curtain from my RedBubble shop, bless you so much <3
If you also want him, you can get his majesty from here
Original art
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