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Pomni: So...uh... What's your back story, Caine?
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cookiemushrooms · 2 years
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cuntvonkrolock · 11 months
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kitty be upon ye :3c
OUITTY<333333
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zarla-s · 2 months
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So do you ship all of the adds and spamton all together or just spam with one of the adds at a time?
Kind of both? I do have some little comics I haven't colored where he flirts with all of them at once but I also like him with them one on one! There are so many opportunities... so many things to explore...
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In the meantime there's this, haha.
[index] [comicfury] [patreon]
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ellies-enrichment · 11 months
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Joel + text posts
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skrunksthatwunk · 4 months
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thinkin about how kuwabara's always like "oh puh-lease you guys don't scare me your punches are nothing compared to YUSUKE URAMESHI'S. URAMESHI beats me up all the time and that's how i got strong and URAMESHI is my rival and i still have to kick URAMESHI'S ass so i gotta win this fight and not croak so i can come back home to URAMESHI. to fight him ofc". like. what's all this my man? a simple "i've had worse" or "you guys are weak" would do. like half of the people he says this to are only vaguely aware of yusuke as a person so it's not even necessarily a dig they'll understand. but instead he's all ridiculous like this bc 1) every fight reminds him of yusuke (and also they never feel as epic or significant as the yusuke fights) 2) he needs to proclaim this unique connection he has with yusuke to the world, even back when it was just "guy who he pummels most often" and 3) he's gotta hype up how strong yusuke is bc he thinks the world of him. psh my BEST FRIEND AND RIVAL YUSUKE URAMESHI is stronger than you therefore you're inferior to me somehow. bc they're a packaged deal. they're a team. they're inseparable concepts. bc kuwabara doesn't know who he is without yusuke. anyway
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quirkle2 · 28 days
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art pieces that r incomprehensible without access to my mind
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orange-catsidy · 10 months
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zi1arts · 4 months
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purple in the library, what will he do?
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fidgetspringer-art · 1 month
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-✹- 'But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, Something in the orange tells me we're not done' -✹-
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saintchaser · 6 months
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literally wolfstar
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solthrys · 1 year
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strawberry jam
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ratgingi · 5 months
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im saying this as a very massive davesport truther but genuinely some of you need to chill on the harrysport hate. harrysport is cute and valid imo
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inkskinned · 1 year
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he had to hurt her like that, look at the cinema he made. did he? how do you know? the ends justify the means, huh. a woman could never actually act this well, it had to be real, a snuff film. yes, she was hired for her talent - but pain will make the talent brighter, right.
he is not alone. there are men around him who think like this. who choose actresses they can manipulate, exert power over. who write scripts that demand the pain be felt. she must hurt to uphold the message.
(an aside. author's note, i guess. in poetry, when the words cannot hold themselves up, we actually blame the writers. it shouldn't matter who speaks the literature. the words should carry their own weight. be their own scaffolding.)
the men in the room all applaud each other for doing less. they say they push boundaries. they're leaders in their field. they ask the hard questions.
when they get your resume, they put it into a pile that they will put into a trashcan. when they get your screenplay, they will use it as a coaster. when they build their museums, they will have a disjointed room dedicated to "repairing" the ways that women and people of color have been eradicated from "fine arts". it will be self-effacing. we may have overlooked some artists, they apologize. but really it's not our fault that white men make better art. (those men and their works are in permanent displays. for more on this, see: the way that he laughs at your work will make you sick to your teeth). in six weeks, their apology will be scrubbed and the room will be scrubbed and all the paintings will go back into storage.
they know they are right. sure, okay. maybe we have had less opportunities. but what would we have done with them? not something like this. it took a man to do this. okay, okay. it was deranged, we can all agree about it. but look at the product.
in your life, when you wake up, isn't it grand. if they made a museum for people like us, it would be a cycle of empty frames. of ruined videos. of songs with a voicecrack. all the little plaques reading some variation of a theme. here is where my work would stand if someone like me could actually get published in this fucking industry. here is the work i tried to make, before my agency was stripped from me. here is the placeholder of my dreams, but i could not afford them in this society.
if you keep walking, out in the greenhouse out back, the whole world is full of color. every fabric and fortuneteller and feverdream we spat out in despite. centuries of brightness, of novelty, of exploration. of talent, of wisdom, of creativity.
there is only one sign here in this alexandrian library. the sign acts like an epitaph. you already know what it says, don't you. THIS ISN'T ART, it tells you.
the blankets. the chef-level 5-course meals. the carefully-colored journal pages. the abandoned works-in-progress. the library of fanfiction. the margin drawings. somewhere in there, an actress makes a face, and you think - oh shit! she's really broken! but then she smiles at you, winking. she could do it, you know. she could always act like a starbeam. it's just that his name is the one scrolling at the bottom. she hadn't wanted to undress for him. she goes home and gets forgotten. in our museum, another blank frame goes up on the wall.
they'll give him an award, looking to the camera with almost an apology. he will laugh ruefully. nobody will do anything. little white strings will drip from his fingers. young boys in film studies will continue to chainsmoke while explaining how beautiful it is that there's violence in those scenes. she couldn't have done it without him pushing, he'll tell you, shrugging.
but what if, you wonder. what if he had never existed? without him, what else could we be making? all that time and love and spirit, allowed back into the light. into knowledge. what has he taken, to give us his art?
and is it a trade worth making?
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seahdalune · 8 months
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i just started watching season 3
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pinkmirth · 4 months
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just to set the record straight; reiner would peel your orange like it’s his fucking job, okay! this man would practically bend over backwards to make sure you’ve got every little thing your heart desires!!!
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