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#discriminating taste
jenanigans1207 · 5 months
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frozs · 1 year
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Art for Discriminating Taste by @jenanigans1207 ft. Dynamy as a cup of water 🌊 Reference 
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detective-asshole · 1 year
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favorite type of cheese?
Fuck. Fuck Uh. Yes. All. I can't choose
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inavagrant-a · 1 year
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Truth Serum + the world would like you know, the world deserves to know the truth Tetsuya, are you an ass or a boobs type of guy?
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"Why should either physical trait be superior than the other? Both are fine."
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foundfamilynonsense · 9 months
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What’s with the whole “for humanity to accept me I need to be a hero and constantly prove my existence to them” being so common in hero stories?
Like X-Men is a big one but I’ve seen it in a few Superman things and I just saw a trailer for the new teenage mutant ninja turtle that had that line. I mean even BBC merlin sometimes touches on the subject
And like. Why do we do that. No wonder we root for Magneto. So many super hero stories could be about fighting oppression it’s too bad a lot decide to go for the “justify my existence by helping people” route. Most don’t even frame it as a problematic thing.
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clownboymcchucklefuck · 10 months
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BRO MY FONE PLAYLIST HAS OVER 30 LIKES ON SPOTIFY I????
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH. IM TAKING THIS AS A COMPLIMENT ON MY TASTE IN MUSIC WHICH OF COURSE IS THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT TO ACHIEVE HEHEHE
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saladbroth · 2 years
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akaashi eats raw potatoes like apples as a snack when he's stressed and those are the only times bokuto genuinely struggles to understand why he's in love with him
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gasmeros · 1 month
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"please update" what if i said no ._.
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dopepoisonivyoncrack · 4 months
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Lately I've been given the feeling that my support for someone isn't worth as much as others and my first thought was that I hope I've never made someone feel like I do now.
I get uneasy too. I know the feeling of putting a piece of myself out there and hoping for the best or just to not get pushed down for it. I, too, sometimes post something and think 'oh I bet my x or y mutual/follower will like this', judging by our usual interactions, and peak in the notes every so often to see if they saw and reacted to it, and get a little disappointed if they didn't. But I always try to rein in my thoughts, it's my battle with the dark thoughts, and I appreciate every like and reblog and tag and comment. They help me fight them back better.
Idk, I've never been popular, so idk how it is to have hundreds of reactions to every artwork. I've seen them get nasty ones too... the more popular, the higher chances of some rotten apples getting in the garden as well, so yeah... I guess not all support is equally genuine there. I am quality over quantity. It's a lonely place to be, for sure, but at least I can trust the ones that have given me their support have meant it and I appreciate each one of them, especially if it has been continuous.
I've tried to reach out from my shell more often than usual, to show appreciation and friendship, done so respectfully (don't recall being rude but there's always the possibility of being misunderstood, I guess??)... I tried to be understanding, not insisting, not take it personally when not replied.... I've simply left a piece of my love in their inbox like a cat leaving a dead mouse gift on their beloved human doorstep. Its up for them to take it or leave it, my love for the art piece itself doesn't necessarily weaken but I am sure more reluctant from further engaging when basically told it doesn't matter as much as someone else's.
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jenanigans1207 · 7 months
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I’ve seen the most important part of the new bnha chapter and that alone motivates me to get back to working on discriminating taste
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chaoscradle · 7 months
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im the deciding factor in whether or not my family moves soon. cause my brother's gonna graduate and i'm gonna be the one left and so it's my decision oh god
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ohnoitstbskyen · 5 months
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re: Somerton
Not for nothing, but I think we should remember that James Somerton's fans and subscribers are normal people, just like you. They are people who received his output in good faith, and extended to him a normal amount of grace and benefit of the doubt, which he took advantage of.
I don't think it's helpful to respond to the exposé on Somerton with sentiments along the lines of "wow, how could anyone ever think THIS GUY'S videos were any good, ha ha ha, how did he ever get subscribers?" because 1) you have the substantial benefit of hindsight and a disengaged outsider perspective, and 2) it's a rhetoric that creates a divide between you (refined, savvy, smart, sophisticated) and Somerton's audience (gullible, unrefined, easily taken advantage of, terrible taste), which is a false divide, with a false sense of security.
Somerton's success happened because he stole good writing. He found interesting, insightful, in-depth work done by other people, applied the one skill he actually has which is marketing, and re-packaged it as his own. He targeted a market which is starving for the exact kind of writing he was stealing, and pushed his audience to disengage from sources that conflicted with him.
Hbomberguy makes this point in his exposé video: good queer writing is hard to find and incredibly easy to lose. The writers Somerton stole from were often poor or precarious, writing freelance work for small circles under shitty conditions, without the means or the reach or the privileges necessary to find bigger markets. And, as Hbomb demonstrated, when people did discover Somerton's plagiarism, he used his substantial audience to hound them away and dissuade anyone else from trying to hold him accountable.
He stole queer writing by marginalized people, about experiences and perspectives that people are desperate to hear more about, and even if his delivery and aesthetics were naff, his words resonated with people because the original writers who actually wrote them poured their goddamn hearts and souls into it.
Somerton also maintained a consistent narrative of persecution and marginalization about himself. He took the plain truth, which is that queer people and perspectives are discriminated against, and worked that into a story about himself as a lone, brave truth-teller, daring to voice an authentic queer perspective, constantly beset by bigots and adversaries who sought to tear him down. As @aranock, who works with some of the people he targeted, writes in this post, Somerton weaponized whatever casual bias and bigotry he could find in his audience to reinforce his me vs them narrative (usually misogyny and various forms of transphobia), which is what grifters do. They find a vulnerable thread in a community and pull on it. And while you may not have the particular vulnerability that he exploited, you do have vulnerabilities, and they can be exploited too.
People felt compelled to support him, even if his work was sometimes shoddy, because he presented himself as a vulnerable, marginalized person in need of help, he pulled on that vulnerable thread.
Again, he has a degree in marketing, and just like propaganda, nobody is immune to marketing.
YouTube as a system is set up to push for more, constantly more. More content, more videos, more output, more more more more, and part of Somerton and Illuminaughty's success was their ability to push out large amounts of content to the hungry algorithm, even if it was of inferior quality. The algorithm rewarded their volume of output with more eyeballs and attention, and therefore more opportunities to find people who were vulnerable to their grift.
It is a system which quite literally rewards the exact kind of plagiarism that they do, because watch-time and engagement are easily measurable metrics for a corporation, and academic rigor is not. There is pressure to deliver, and a lot of rewards to gain from cutting corners to do it.
Somerton and Illuminaughty and Internet Historian are extreme and very obvious cases, so blatant that you can make a four hour video essay exposing what they've done, but the vast majority of this kind of plagiarism isn't going to be obvious - sometimes it might not even be obvious to the people who are doing it. Casual plagiarism is endemic to the modern internet, and most people don't get educated on what the exact boundaries are between proper sourcing and quoting vs plagiarizing. We had an entire course module at my university aimed at teaching students the exact differences and definitions, and people still made good faith mistakes in their essays and papers that they had to learn to correct during their education.
All of this to say: it is extremely easy in hindsight to call Somerton's work shitty and shoddy, his aesthetics flat and uninspired, and to imagine that as a sophisticated person with good taste and critical faculties, you would never be taken in by this kind of grifter. It is extremely easy to distance yourself from the people he preyed on, and imagine that you will never have to worry about your fave doing your dirty like that.
But part of the point of Hbomberguy's video is that plagiarism is extremely easy to get away with, and often difficult for the average person to spot and call out, and with the rise of AI tools blurring the lines even further, it is not going to get any easier.
So I think we should resist the temptation to think of Somerton's audience as people with bad taste and poor faculties. We should resist the temptation to distance ourselves from the perfectly normal people he preyed on. Many times in your life, a modestly clever man with a marketing degree has fooled you too.
On a personal note, by the same token, I am resisting the temptation to assume that I am too good to be vulnerable to the systemic pressures that produced Somerton and Illuminaughty. No, I've never made a video by word-for-word reciting someone else's work, but I know for a fact that I could do a better job of double-checking my work and citing my sources. I feel the exact same pressure to get a video out as fast as possible, I have the exact same rewards dangled in front of me by YouTube as a platform, and I can't pretend it doesn't affect my work. To me, Hbomb's video felt like a wake-up call to do better.
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chisatowo · 1 year
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Best part abt making new friends is getting to inevitably tell them abt The English Teacher™ *thunder* *lights flash* *children scream* *blood splatters on the wall*
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dulcewrites · 1 year
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*Leanora doing some unhinged shit*
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(I’m so sorry if the last one is out of pocket😭)
Not out of pocket at all. It’s all so true!!
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angliclamb · 1 year
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grape soda is only good when its icey sloshy goodness
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dilftaroooo · 4 months
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Request: True form Sukuna claiming his offering in front of her village.
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im gonna write this as a drabble :3
★tags/tw: uhh implied cannibalism + cervix fucking + sukuna is pretty misogynistic + fem!reader + discrimination against humans(?) idfk + true form!sukuna + loss of virginity
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You delicately sit in the middle of the stage, introducing yourself to the slew of men and women scattered about like spilled salt on a kitchen table. Your legs are spread to present to them your blooming flower--still pink and untouched. It twitches under the many watchful eyes of diverse emotions--horror, confusion, lust, envy. They all poured down on you amid a lethal storm, droplets pounding your skin and soaking you thoroughly. You turn your head to avoid the plethora of wicked gazes. The feeling is overwhelming.
Behind you lies a demon. A great being, an entity that holds more power than anyone close or far. His teeth are sharp, his eyes are beady, and his stomach is hungry for the innocence of a fresh maiden. The people of your village brought you here. They made sure your scent was pleasant and that you were garbed in the cleanest of silk--your uchikake was adorned in floral patterns reminiscent of the trees that bloomed near your home.
They knew you'd be deemed a perfect offering for Sukuna-sama, the King of Curses--you're a sweet girl with a pure body, your breasts are full and your thighs are plump. They were sure if their King ever grew bored of you, he could easily dispose of your youthful frame by savoring your flesh and keeping your skull as a precious souvenir. Innocents always taste sweeter than most.
Though your legs were spread, they weren't spread enough for Sukuna as he already gripped your thighs with a strict pressure you weren't unfamiliar with. The squelch that leaves your pussy parts as he further widens your limbs was a sound everyone managed to capture. You're wet and slimy and maybe somewhat aroused. Your King is an attractive beast with a chiseled chin and a beguiling grin. Intricate, onyx lines surface the apex of his taut muscles and the sight makes you clench around thin air. You ponder on what he'd look like if he were a mere human such as yourself.
"All of you!" He starts, his voice booms through the premises and you're surprised by how powerful the echo is despite not being in an enclosed space. As expected, everyone gears their eyes toward the four-armed monster in preparation for his next words. "I want you mortal freaks to watch me fuck this girl you were so kind to offer me. If it hadn't been for this young duckling I would've already slaughtered this putrid village and watched my militia of curses swallow you whole."
He's quick for his size as he brings you onto his hefty lap, and from there you already feel one of his cocks coat itself against your wet slit. He's huge and lingering at the back of your mind, you wonder if you would die at first thrust. His tip is an angry red, livid from the languid teasing performed by its heaving owner from rubbing it across the length of your weeping cunt. It isn't long before his playful ministrations are seduced into slamming inside you.
You weren't even spared a moment of reconsideration for your hymen was already snapped into two, disintegrating upon impact. It would have been a shame to experience your deflowering with a prominent tummy bulge if it wasn't for how much your mind and soul revere the beast overlapping your weak presence.
You were his and he was his own as he violently hammered himself down to the hilt. You bathed him in the blood of a former virgin while he hits that bruised cervix within you. Your back is against that sculpted chest you worship dearly and his sweat rubs off on you is strong with his pheromones.
"Sukuna-sama," You mewl because he's so deep in your pussy that you can't fight back the urge to call out his name. He responds with a finger to your clit and a hand on your breast, making it his duty to circle a thick finger around your nipple.
"I don't remember granting you permission to speak now, did I?" His tone is dark enough to make you believe you've done something utterly wrong but your apology comes out in a series of wanton moans. He chuckles at how the pathetic always act so miserably.
"But since you're clasping around me so tightly," Burgundy red orbs glare at the side of your left cheek, previously moistened with tears of pain and gratitude. "I'll let your sheer idiocracy go. I don't think any of the past wenches you humans throw at me grip my dick this hard. I assume they were used up til they were nothing but a gaping hole." Then he frowns.
"They must think poorly of me."
Sukuna cherishes the screams rushing out of your throat as you take him inch by overbearing inch, stretching you out to accommodate his length and girth. You're nothing but his plaything.
You practically forget the crowd casted in front of you once you hear subdued chattering coming from multiple voices, all laced with different tones with different perceptions. You feel like a common whore.
Throughout, Sukuna never kissed you. He believes he should not taste the lips of a revolting human for it'll taint his palate. He just fucks into you as you bounce like some ragdoll abandoned by a little girl. But if life has fated you with the opportunity to become Sukuna's, your King's, toy, then may you not change the inevitable.
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