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maniaeofmadness · 7 months
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I swear to god if I hear that Doomsday theme start playing AT ALL during the 60th anniversary specials Im gonna die right then and there
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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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gonna get a lil personal and rant bc therapy is expensive and talking to black parents abt mental health is a fate worse than death. ☠️☠️
negl, I feel like I’m in need of a self care day or some time off. Don’t remember the last time I’ve traveled or gone somewhere besides the grocery store. Like I’m feeling super isolated and lonely as of late. It’s frustrating seeing all of these people get to do things. Watching people have groups of friends to hang out with and partners while I’m just circling my house/town with no one to call a friend and def not a potential relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I’m super grateful to work from home and run my own business + I really wouldn’t trade it for a thing but it seems to be all I do, and there’s no reward tbh. Granted, I’m blessed to be able to do so and I’m more than glad to help my family bc if I were living with roommates or by myself, I’d be screwed so I really don’t mind that. I’m blessed to have my family. But I feel a little frustrated because it feels like I’m the only one who does. Both me and my brother still live at home and it’s bc of that, that I can afford to run a business, work shorter hours, etc but I’m also the only one that works, buys groceries, helps with bills and house expenses…and he has pretty severe Crohn’s disease so I try to be empathetic and understand that he can’t do physical work the way he used to but it also feels as if he doesn’t try to do anything to take care of himself or anyone else. And admittedly, I’ve enabled a lot of his behavior bc I’ve felt bad that he can’t get out of the house as much. I paid for his gaming computer, I buy him food, games and pretty much anything else. I even sacrificed getting my vehicle fixed so that he could have a $300 computer part bc it made him happy. My parents are essentially disabled (my mom’s been dealing with complex migraines for years and my dad had horrible COVID) but even so, we all pull our weight except for him. Idk, I don’t wanna sound selfish or ungrateful but sometimes, I wish I could pour a little into myself. I wish I had somebody to take care of me and tell me it’s all good. I just want to be helpful and useful so I feel as if I’m not contributing then I’m doing something wrong but for once, I just want to have a little something left for myself.
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stories-in-the-wind · 2 months
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If anyone is wondering I’m not leaving here and going anywhere else.
Ultimately I think tumblr is simply going to be the first in a long line of every social media site doing this, if they aren’t already behind closed doors and without the toggle. Every tos states that what you post on their site is theirs to do as they please so there’s no legal protection for anything. I think this deal will likely just start a precedent and there’s likely no going back from this without government regulation.
I stopped posting all non-fr art I do online years ago, mostly for reposting issues and mental health reasons, and then I never restarted for ai reasons.
I think honestly at this point I’ve accepted that there is no way to post online without the risk of theft, whether that theft was a person or a company wide ai scrape and so I am accepting that risk with my FR art (though you can be certain I will be glazing and nightshading from now on).
It sucks to have to choose between posting art online in order to share with likeminded people and having it stolen by the very tool gunning to replace artistic jobs. I worry that by posting, as someone whose day job is not in a creative field and whose livelihood does not rely on my art, that I am contributing to the layoffs in those fields as a result of the ai by continuing to add fuel to the fire so to speak. I don’t have an answer to that yet.
There’s no winning. I hate it. I hate ai. I hate the people who focus so hard on the finished product they ignore the hours of work and years of practice to accomplish it. Who don’t know how good it feels to struggle through the process of creating and to reach the end and look at that piece and say, I made that. I hate the capitalistic urge to accumulate more and more wealth that can only happen on the backs of underpaid or unpaid labor.
It all sucks. But I’ll still be here I guess. The day tumblr dies is the day I cease being on social media altogether.
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vlad-impales · 10 months
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oh.. those topher x readers on ao3 arent a product of my delusions
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cecezvault · 6 months
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how do feelings develop and dissappear so fast?
(i went through 3 crushes yesterday)
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mikimeiko · 2 years
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The Terror | Season 1 (2018)
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lit-in-thy-heart · 11 months
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fighting fate with our fists
Rating: Gen
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Other
Relationships: Gwaine/Mithian        
Characters: Gwaine, Mithian
Additional Tags: Long-Distance Relationship, Established Relationship, Kissing, Making Out, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Gwaine, Injury, Gift Giving, they/them mithian, because fight me, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Sort Of, yes i am back after nine months, and this is apparently the baby that has arrived, Not Beta Read, not even edited lbr, but that's never bothered me before with fics so, here marks the beginning of my gwaine/mithian conquest, prose heavy, Very little dialogue, You Have Been Warned            
Words: 4,121
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Gwaine and Mithian have a rendezvous on the shores of Gedref.
Opening:
Mithian was already shielding their body against the wind with their arms when Gwaine reached the cliffs. Like ribbons on a wishing tree, their hair fluttered violently behind them and their fingers ran up and down their upper arms, clothed only in a translucent shirt. Despite his own fingers already reaching out in anticipation of greeting Mithian’s skin, Gwaine remained still, drinking in their form for a little longer.
It had been too long since they had last seen each other, too long since he had heard their husky tones falling into the pillow, too long since their fingertips had fumbled beneath his layers of heavy armour and dusted his muscles with a cool touch. Gwaine had started to forget the way that the tendons in Mithian’s neck breathed when they lifted their chin – like they were doing now, absorbing the dappled sunlight – and had been struggling to hold on to the memory of his hands on their waist, thumbs stretching down to settle on their hips.
Read on ao3
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abbyromanoff · 9 months
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I hate being a woman.
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phoenixkaptain · 10 months
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Another Marth and Tiki drabble, also on Ao3
“Mar-Mar,” Tiki spoke up.
She was perched on the side of his desk, kicking her feet idly and watching him do paperwork. There was a lot of paperwork involved for kings. Paperwork that Tiki probably shouldn’t have been allowed to see, but Marth only laughed and said she was his most trusted adviser whenever anyone pointed it out.
“Tiki,” he responded.
“Xane told me that dragons used to have hoards,” Tiki told him. “Big piles of gold and jewels that they slept on top of. He told me that hoards were full of whatever the dragon liked best.”
“I think I’ve heard a story or two of dragons like that,” Marth offered.
“I don’t want to sleep on top of gold,” Tiki commented. “And gems are awfully pointy.”
“Are you planning on making a hoard?” Marth suggested, amused.
“Yes,” she answered. “And I was wondering if I could put you in it.”
“Put me in it?” Marth repeated.
“Yes,” she repeated. “You are much more comfortable to sleep atop of. And we could play all day after I wake up!”
“I don’t know,” Marth hummed. “What would I sleep on top of?”
“We can bring your bed along,” Tiki offered.
“Don’t you think you would get bored, after a little while?”
“I would never feel bored if you were with me, Mar-Mar,” Tiki promised. “But if you got bored, I could bring some of those boring books you like.”
Marth laughed.
“It’s very gracious of you to offer me a place in your hoard,” Marth said. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. There’s a lot of work for me to do.”
Tiki pouted. Marth ruffled her hair with a fond look.
“Maybe once I’m older and someone else is king,” he offered. “I’ll have a lot of free time, then.”
“You promise?” Tiki asked.
“Of course, Tiki,” Marth agreed. “Once the next king is crowned, ask me again, and you can sleep on top of me for as long as you’d like while I read my boring books.”
Tiki giggled.
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radstarfem · 2 years
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Seeing my little sister wear a long sleeved shirt in really hot weather because she didn’t feel comfortable in a tank top because she hadn’t shaved her armpits unleashed something in me
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oh-tobeafrog · 4 months
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i thought watching dr who over winter break would be a nice way to pass the time but instead it gave me autism stay safe out there guys
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yanderesponge · 2 years
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Repeat
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I feel like Hazu would be more than a little upset after being murdered so many times...
But what really breaks me is the fact that I always befriend him right before I kill him, and at the end of his task, he talks about how "nice" Ayano is and offers to help her in the only way he knows how, completely unaware that he's about to die.
(This was shamelessly inspired by @kirnx-art's post about Hazu realizing he's being killed and having no way to stop it)
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gardenianoire · 6 months
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guess I'm having white claw for dinner
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bewitchingbaker · 6 months
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[might try my hand at some angst this weekend. That Cthullu prompt gave me ideas]
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queenfinehair · 7 months
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Lol I feel like setting myself on fire today 🥰🥰🥰
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