I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question.
and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost.
Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half."
All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon
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I assume you got hate for that L&D ask? I'm sorry that was done. Feel better soon. Maybe say less next time.
i appreciate your kind words, thank you. however, while i'm sure you had the best intention with this, i don't think i will 'say less'. this is my blog, my space, and as long as i'm not actually causing harm to anyone or anything along that line, i think i'm allowed to have some degree of freedom regarding saying what i like/dislike and setting my boundaries. i'm sorry, but i'm not an influencer, nor a public figure who has the responsibility to spread positivity and be a role model to you all. i try as much as i can, of course, but that's not the purpose of this blog. i'm just a human being who needed an outlet for writing and wanted to connect with like-minded people.
what part was not 'right'? that i expressed, in my own blog, how i didn't want to try out a game because one of the reasons is i find the graphics of the fictional characters off-putting, when asked? that i likened a fictional game art style to a different franchise and objects you see all the time in adult site ads? that i never said anything about the people who do like the game and told them "i'm happy you found a game you like"? that i never, not even once, went to other people's posts or blog who posted that game's content to ruin their fun like a bastard? that i actively chose to use tumblr's filter instead? that even if the filter didn't work, i chose to scroll and ignore instead of bitching about it?
pray tell, what did i do wrong? why should i say less? since when am i not allowed to dislike things?
and a public psa ー i'm sorry, but bluntly speaking, if you take an affront when I expressed MY own opinion, WHEN PROMPTED, WITHIN MY OWN SPACE (and god forbid you retaliate like that anon(s?) by spamming me to shut the fuck up and kill myself), then that's really not my problem. it's an art direction, for god's sake. i adore zhongli, who gets memed and made fun of as a cockroach all the time; you don't see me screaming at people to stop.
learn that people may not like the things you like. learn to agree to disagree. learn to treat others as fellow human beings with likes and dislikes. learn to separate fiction from reality.
and seriously, if you're annoyed with my rambles or 'babblings' or the interactions with my friends, tumblr has a filter and block function. it's just a simple google away. give some peace to your own mind.
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I decided for fun to show my dad (iranian and muslim) the stuff about the crob update and ask for his thoughts and the fact that he wasn't offended by it either had me convinced that the outrage it's been getting has been primarily by people who aren't middle eastern or muslim
btw I have the screenshots:
I'll update when I ask my mom for her thoughts too but for now: please, don't just throw around terms like that at innocent things, you only end up weakening their impact and people will take you less seriously when something actually offensive shows its ugly head
edit: got one reblog in fudging December and like Can we please move on this stuff is long over I just want to enjoy the funny centipede lady that I kinda kin and tbh I was a bit TOO defensive during this but I still feel like people didn't handle this well like this is basically just like. If you feel the need to boycott the entirety of cookie run for just one update but can be an encanto fan despite Aladdin also being a Disney movie (and being worse than the Yogurca stuff in my opinion) as well as being made by westerners while CR is an eastern game (albeit Korean specifically and not like Middle eastern) then like. I question your priorities and why you're being harder on this game. I guess. Idk maybe I'm just an idiot I'm not some big media analysis expert (but I do have my own problems with Yogurca as a setting don't get me wrong I didn't really talk about this much but. Like I'm never gonna try to claim it's perfect I just don't think it's unsalvageable or that anyone who likes the characters is bad)
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Writing prompt: Biting?
I'm a very rational person - or, I was. I still am, I think. If you'd asked me a week ago if I believed in the supernatural, I'd have laughed at you all the way home. Naturally, it's a bit awkward now as I am, laying in my bed, shuddering and barely able to move.
It's good shuddering, great really. Amazing, even. I met this woman at the local coffee shop. I didn't even know people met there organically anymore. But with all the practice in the world, she pulled me in with her eyes, staring from across the room. Who just openly stares like that? But, I guess it worked.
I thought she was walking over to me at some point, but before I even realized I was sitting at her table. She talked my ear off like we'd been friends for years. I mean, I was glad to make a new friend. She all but invited herself back to my place, but, I mean, I didn't mind. To friends, right?
Or something more. People always say 'it just happened' about one night stands. But how did it lead up to that? My memory's a blur now. I don't know the actions that led to it. Her eyes. Those damn eyes.
Not that I was especially put out or anything. She knew how to make me feel good, and she delighted in it. It even felt so good when she bit me that my vision went white. I'd never experimented with it before, but it seemed like it came natural to her. So, naturally, I let her take charge.
Over time, she would leave little love bites all around my entire body, my skin her canvas. I lost time more and more often. I'd pass out with her body around mine and wake back up as she was still going. One time I woke up in another bed. Hers, I think? I would have been more worried, but she reassured me, and bit me again. And she wouldn't have been so comfortable doing that if she wasn't in control of the situation. Right?
It's unrealistic to think there's anything larger at play here. It's silly to think that she might have any sort of power over me, to keep me here and willing.
But the more I think about it, I had... obligations. And other wants, that weren't her. I had a life. But these days, all I am, is...
I won't say what I think she is. It's not like she is one, or anything. She's just, an especially charismatic person. Anyone would feel naturally drawn to her. She just happened to choose me. And the thought gives me butterflies in my stomach, and pangs of arousal everywhere else.
What's the difference between having powers, and just having that raw, magnetic, sexual energy? Charisma and presence? Persuasion? I guess it doesn't really make a difference. It doesn't matter what she is. I need to feel her teeth on my skin again, I need to lose myself more. For her, I'll call her anything she wants me to. For her, I'll be anything she wants me to be.
I hope she comes back again soon.
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