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ourflagmeansgayrights · 1 year

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ngl the "im white so i dont talk abt any characters' race ever bc im afraid of accidentally saying something racist" approach to fandom is like. very weak. imo.

like first of all: i get that "i dont incorporate race into my media analysis because i'm afraid of messing up" comes from a different place than "i don't incorporate race into my media analysis because I Don't See Race 😊 there is only The Human Race." but it has the same functional effect, right? that effect being that your analysis of [INSERT MEDIA HERE] ignores the very real way that race impacts people.

second of all: it feels kinda lazy! like ur saying "i dont know enough abt race to feel comfortable commenting on how race affects this show and i dont care enough to learn." the only way to become more comfortable discussing race is to actually practice discussing race. but when i see people saying this it feels like they're saying "i'm white, which means i don't know how to talk about race, and i don't have to know how to talk about race, and i don't ever have to know how to talk about race, so i'm choosing to never learn how to talk about race."

third of all: just because you don't openly talk about race doesn't mean you're any less likely to accidentally say or do something racist. implicit biases run deep, y'all. it's probably already there in your interpretation of the show. but the "i don't want to accidentally say something racist" implies that you are positive that your interpretation of the show isn't racist. and i'm not saying you're wrong. but i'm saying that if a person of color tells you that something you said about [INSERT MEDIA HERE] was racist, you better be prepared to actually listen and not just brush them off because "i can't be racist! i purposefully never talk about race just to make sure i'm not racist!"

which brings me to my final point: if you do accidentally say something racist... literally just apologize. if someone says you've been doing something racist, apologize and stop doing that thing. it's literally not that hard. i've done it. i've seen other people do it. "i'm scared of being called racist!" is such a weak excuse im tired of it. getting called racist is not the end of the fucking world. calm the fuck down and grow a spine. jesus.

#mine #ofmd fandom crit #txt #og #it feels like ppl who say this are the kind of ppl who think being accused of racism is worse than actually being racist yknow?#idk i was scared of being called racist when i was like. 13.#now i’m like “if i get called racist it’s probably bc i’m doing something racist”#with the exception being ofc when an anon tells me i’m racist for shipping blackhands (a thing i dont even do)#anyway i am SURE someone has made a post or even a wholeass Article abt this before that’s better than what i wrote

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scuderiahoney · 5 months

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saw this earlier this afternoon and I'm pretending this is oscar with sammy because is it !!

https://twitter.com/lestapiastri/status/1746469326989971461?s=19

+ hope you had a great monday, wishing you a wonderful week lee bee 💗

- 🐈❤‍🩹

i audibly screamed at this. look at him. the smile. the raised eyebrows. that is so Oscar & Sammy ur so right.

i don’t think I’ll ever get over this photo. i want it tattooed on the backs of my eyelids. ily thank you for sending me this.

#🐈❤️‍🩹 anon #anon #box box #op81 #ls2 #ALSO lee bee is so sweet 💛#I wish I was good at coming up with nicknames idk what to call you!! I will think ab it

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kumeramen · 1 year

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Hi Hi!!

I was wondering if you can do more ObiShiSaku trio stuff?

Also idk what to call them as a trio.

Also also I love you're work, Keep it up!

Awww so happy to know you like the trio 🥰💓💓

Was pondering what to drew when I read this ask and then I remembered not so long time ago a lil mean but harmless comment in one of my ObiShiSaku art and it gave me quick inspirational idea

I almost discarded it though, glad that I didn't and visualise it~~ (￣▽￣)

#sakura said THIS 🖕🖕🖕 aldjkasfka #censored bcus i'm considerate and nice :)#tag yourself if you want i'm shisui #lol idk what to call them either anon #i just call them #obishisaku #naruto #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #sakura haruno #obisaku #shisaku #my art #naruto au #multisaku #asks

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raceweek · 2 months

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Wait who is nirei?

nirei fukuzumi! former f2 and super formula driver (idk what he’s up to now…gt racing maybe) he was part of the red bull academy back in the day and is the sometimes forgotten member of the ART gp3 mega team which had charles, alex, nirei and nyck de vries - at one point charles, alex and nirei were all very close and then charles’ career sort of took off at a very deserved rapid pace and it was just the bffs left!!

anyway this is them. quintessentially

#if you see the albon_pets account calling a grown man cousin there’s at least a 50:50 statistical chance they were a resident in alexs house #anyway this is why #i find george and nireis friendship very funny just bc it’s very clear that they used to tag team staying at alexs house #asks #anon #alex lore #alexlore #what’s my tag idk

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream + price !! 🫶

congrats on so many sillies following you!!!

1k game here

this one was kinda hard to think of something for but i hope you like it! also thank you ily <3 i love my sillies

2.2k of john price x single mom reader. this is kinda labyrinth inspired, except i've never see labyrinth so we're going on vibes alone. no smut! this is another one with very little of the character requested, but im gonna get better about not doing that i promise <3

You're gobsmacked as you stare at the scene in front of you.

The walls are painted almost aggressively bright, with rainbows crisscrossing over each other in every direction, random bursts of white you think are meant to be clouds. The colors make you squint a little, you didn't even know paint could be that bright.

It's almost painful to look at. It's also... familiar. You're not sure why, but it is.

You shake off the odd sense of déjà vu, refocusing on your goal.

"Alice?" You call out again, cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting as loudly as you can. "Alice, baby, where are you? Can you hear me?"

Nothing.

It's hard not to fall to your knees and just give up. The only thing keeping you standing is the memory of your sweet baby girl in that man's arms. Her little cherubic face tucked into his neck, tiny body dwarfed by his massive form...

You force a full breath into your lungs, then another, then another. You won't be able to help Alice if you can't keep your head.

"Alright, think," you whisper to yourself, taking another moment to scan the room. "If I were a piece of shit baby-stealer, where would I keep a perfect angel?"

Nothing responds.

The room is definitely meant for a child, but scaled up to your size. The door you'd come in through has disappeared, leaving you stuck in this weird rainbow nightmare.

There's a bed against one wall - not really a bed so much as a stack of no less than six mattress one on top of the other, all with the same purple bedsheets. They nearly reach the ceiling, and on the very top your sure you can see several stuffed animals.

There are bookshelves against one wall, floating shelves styled after unicorns where the books rest along their backs and the unicorns themselves stick out from the wall. It's horrendously impractical - all you can think about is how much dusting they would need, how dangerous they could be if they fell on top of someone.

The floor is a nice hardwood with a large plush rug in the center, stylized to look like a white cat curled up in a little ball.

The room is spotless. Nothing is out of place, there's not a spec of dust anywhere to be seen, and nothing is stained. You wish your own daughter's room was this clean, but three year old's are a very messy species.

This room is clearly meant for a kid, but you can tell it's never been used. No child could keep a white rug so clean.

You sit on the floor in front of the purple bed and try to collect your thoughts, eying the room around you.

The man - John Price, he'd said around a cigar - had been clear about your task. Find your way out of the labyrinth in twenty-four hours, and you'll be reunited with your baby.

Of course the jackass had neglected to mention it's a magical labyrinth. Of course he hadn't told you that the maze would literally reconstruct itself right in front of your eyes.

This room had appeared practically out of thin air too, which is why you suspect that no one's ever been here but you. The whole place has an air of cleanliness that leaves your skin crawling.

The walls though... there's something so familiar about them.

It hits you a few moments later.

You'd had a coloring book as a little girl that was rainbow themed - each page featured a rainbow in a different setting, or a different shape, or an animal with rainbow patterns, things of that nature. Your favorite page had been the one without any design but rainbows, arches crisscrossing over each other in every direction. You spent hours painstakingly coloring it properly, despite the fact that it was nearly impossible to tell where the top of the rainbow was in certain places.

You'd begged your mother to paint your room like that, promised her that you'd help, that you'd never complain about your chores again, all typical little kid stuff. Your mother had refused, and you'd forgotten all about it by breakfast the next day.

That pattern from the coloring book is the same one decorating the walls, complete with the incorrect colors in certain places. That's where you remember it from.

And... and that bed. Mattress stacked on top of one another, purple bedsheets. It's just like an old copy of The Princess and the Pea your father brought home one day. You had been so entranced with the idea of a bed so tall that you'd never even cared about the end of the story. You vividly remember begging for a tall bed like the princess had, and you'd gotten it - you slept in a loft bed for most of your teen years.

It's clear from there what's going on. The unicorn shelves are plucked from your memory too, originating from a years long obsession with the mythical creatures. The rug, now that you think about it, matches one your kindergarten teacher had. The whole room is filled with things that you thought would be great in a bedroom as a little girl.

So.... how do you get out?

There's no door, no windows, no attic, nothing. Just a sealed rainbow box.

You skim your memory as quickly as possible, trying to imagine any sort of escape route you might've wanted. When you were little, you'd gone through a phase of wanting to live in a tower like Rapunzel, but that had a window. You also tried to run away once, becoming very enamored with the idea of living in a tent. You'd wanted to live in a treehouse for a bit, and that....

Oh. That's it.

You'd wanted to live in a treehouse, and your father jokes that you would roll right out of the hatch when you were asleep. You'd proudly said nuh-uh and told him how you'd drag the mattress over the hatch every night.

You glance over your shoulders at the six mattress stacked on top of each other and sigh.

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It takes a while, but you finally manage to shove the last mattress away from it's spot.

Not only is there a trapdoor beneath it, there's one singular pea.

You'd laugh if you were any less exhausted.

You leave the rainbow room all but destroyed - the stuffed animals had gone flying and knocked off the books, and the floor is almost completely covered by mattress - but you're far too excited about your small win to worry about cleaning up.

You climb down the ladder in a tiny, enclosed space, breathing slowly to keep yourself from hyperventilating. It's almost pitch-black and you can't fight off the image of the walls shifting around you, deciding you're not supposed to be here and.....

You breathe a sigh of relief when your feet hit the floor.

Your first instinct is to call out for your daughter again, hope that she hears and cries out for you, but this room - dark and undecorated - is dead silent. The kind of silent that feels wrong to break. So you inch forward towards the only door you can make out along the wall.

Your hand shakes as you push it open, tense as you reveal....

A nursery.

A nursery with your baby in it, your little girl all curled up in a crib that she's a bit too old for. She's wearing something different than what you had her in, but she's real and she's safe.

You step froward on instinct, standing at the side of the crib. Just as you're reaching in to grab her and run, a voice speaks up from behind you.

"What are you doing?"

You jolt, spinning around and pressing your back in front of where your baby sleeps.

It's the man again. He can barely fit through the doorway (literally ducks) and he's broad enough to nearly block it. He's almost cartoonishly large, with tree trunk thighs and arms, a soft padding around his body that makes him look both terrifying and nice to hug.

His beard twitches as he frowns at you, thick eyebrows dipping low over his eyes.

"You're not supposed to be here."

You shake your head a little, getting your racing heart under control. "You said if I could find Alice in twenty-four hours I could go home."

He shakes his head slowly, stepping further into the room. The door disappears behind him. "No, I said find your way out of the labyrinth and you could keep her."

Against your own will, you feel tears start to sting in your eyes. "But..."

"How did you get here?" He asks again, shifting back a bit. His face softens just slightly, but that isn't saying much.

"I found a door," you say. "Under the mattresses."

He hums. "You remembered, then."

Now it's your turn to look confused. "Of course I did. It was my dream as a child."

His head tilts to the side as he takes a few steps forward. "You would be shocked how many parents have forgotten their own dreams. It's pathetic," he spits.

You try to push a little further back as he comes within reaching distance, but you have nowhere else to go.

"Pathetic?"

"Yes. How are you supposed to fulfil your child's dreams if you can't remember your own?"

"But... but not all dreams are meant to come true."

He scowls at you, leaning a little further forward. "Really? You don't remember how devastated you were when you didn't get that treehouse? Or the rainbow walls? You cried for hours, I saw it in your memories. Why would you want to put your daughter through that?"

That's... invasive, but you try to move past it. "But my dreams weren't always good for me. I couldn't sleep in the treehouse, what if something went wrong? There could've been a storm, or someone in the woods, or I could've gotten too scared to go inside - any number of things. And I would've been bored of the walls by the weekend, of course my mother didn't spend days painting them just for me to be over it before I even said thank you."

He hums a bit, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. "You would deny your daughter's dreams because you don't want to create them, then?"

You scowl at that, holding yourself back from poking a finger into his chest. "Are you calling me lazy? How dare you! You know, I work two jobs to take care of that little girl all by myself since her daddy's a deadbeat, I work myself to the bone making sure she can eat, and you call me lazy for not painting the walls the colors she wants?"

He latches onto the wrong part of the sentence. "Her father's not in the picture?"

You glare at him. "That's what you got from that?"

He seems to be stuck in deep contemplation, taking another step forward so your chests nearly brush and you're forced to stare up at him.

"So, it's not for a lack of love, then?"

"What? Of course not. If I could, I'd give Alice everything she could ever want and more. But that's not how the real world works."

"It's how the labyrinth works."

"Excuse me?"

He gestures broadly to the nursery. "The labyrinth is kind to her inhabitants. She gives them everything they desire, because it's easy for her."

You've never been more confused in your life. "Okay? Good for her, then."

You get the feeling he's reached a conclusion that you can't even see in the distance as he nods to himself, leaning to the side a bit to glance at Alice. You fight down the urge to leap over the crib and cover her body with yours.

"Then you will stay here."

That jerks you back to reality. "Wait- what?"

"You will stay in the labyrinth, where she can provide for... what did you call her? Alice? Yes, Alice. You and Alice will be taken care of here."

"But-" you splutter. "But I found her! You said I had to find her!"

He shoots you a slightly exasperated look. "No, as I said before, you had to find your way out. You didn't. And look at that, time's up." A timer appears in the air in front of him, ticking down to zero. "Now you and little Alice are mine. It's been a little empty around here recently, it won't be the worst thing to have company for a bit."

You feel heat rush to your face. "No! Let us go, you can't keep me here on a technicality!"

He smiles - a real smile, brightening up his eyes - and surprises you by cupping your cheek with one big paw.

"Oh my dear, it's my labyrinth, I can do whatever I want in it. And it's not a technicality, though I could keep you based on several of those too."

You fume as you glare up at him, hands curled into fists. "I'll find my way out. You can't keep us here."

He chuckles, patting your cheek once before stepping away. "Oh, yes, I think you'll be fun to keep around for a while, darling. Try your best to escape, if you'd like. I don't think I'll mind finding you lost a few more times."

#im gonna be real with u anon idk what happened with this one and im sorry if it sucks #also i know this doesn't feel like price im SORRY #price x reader #john price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #1k celebration

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serial-designation-dz · 6 months

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What's your opinion on V x Uzi x N? I have been starved of that bootiful ship-

I love this murderous trio. They all deserve the happiness.

#murder drones #serial designation n #uzi doorman #anon ask #murder drones fanart #serial designation v #n x v #nuzi #n x uzi x v #whats this ship called again??#nuziv?#vuzin?#idk man #daze draws

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toorurii · 2 days

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Why do you hate people "copying" your art style? Pretty sure people don't do it with malicious intent and probably for practice

When did I said I hated it baby😭 I said that if you reference my art HEAVILY it would be nice if I was just credited somewhere 🫶🏽

The only time I’m really uncomfortable or frustrated is when my stuff is very clearly referenced (bar for bar, like hold the pieces up side by side VERY CLEARLY referenced and I’m not talking about poses or compositions bc ofc people don’t own stuff like that. I don’t like assuming things or jumping to conclusions but sometimes it’s right there without a doubt) and I’m not really… acknowledged at all..? Even then I’m not gonna rly cause a scene over it and just curate my space so I don’t have to see it 😭

I understand that I’m an artist with a larger following on twt, so the last thing I want to do is badger folks with smaller followings who do heavily reference my stuff w/o credit because I know it’s sick and twisted (for ME to get on other folks /srs) and once again inspo is how folks grow. That’s why I just keep it moving and stay in my lane👆🏽 I’m still human though so I think I’m allowed to feel and express my feelings on the matter if asked though, just like in the ask abt this previously.

#I’m flattered and honored when someone who uses me as a reference identifies me as their reference though!#I really don’t like assuming the ppl who don’t acknowledge me are referencing me though-#-without crazy on the nose proof though bc it feels like some cocky big headed shit and I’m just trying to chill #anyway please don’t come at me with this energy again and if you do do it off anon bc this is rude as fuck to say to someone #who hasn’t called nobody names and literally wants no smoke at all #but yeah I said I’m uncomfortable but I’m not the boss of anyone’s life #you do you and imma do me baby #ask #once again it’s for SUPER OBVIOUS STUFF. I don’t like going around and assuming everyone wants to draw like me or whatever #on another note if you read the past ask I like did not say ANYTHING abt what u asked abt so idk wtf ur on w/ this ask bru😭

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lesbianamalvada · 10 months

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how you feel about bisexual people saying they’re gay

I don't like it when people use gay as an umbrella term because it's literally not. I know one bi girl who always went "i'm sooo gayy" and I'm like "I thought u were bi??" and she was like "it's just simpler to say gay". I really don't get how though? Bi and queer are the same amount of syllables as gay. To me it's more confusing if ur talking about how gay you are and then people see you with a boyfriend/girlfriend. I guess it's not that big of a deal but it's def a pet peeve of mine and rubs me the wrong way.

#also one time my friends had a powerpoint night and my one friend's was like “Top 5 most homophobic and Top 5 gayest disney princesses”#really stupid I know #and the top 3 were like "I see her as bi #I see her as pan #I see her as aro/ace and I'm like “none of that is gay” and she's like #“it's an umbrella term” and she's not even lgbt herself (well she identified as ace back then and then bi and now says she's straight) so i #just rubbed me the wrong way that she called it an umbrella term because it's not idk why this bothers me so much though #if any bisexuals follow me can you explain this? or say why you like/don't like it. I want to hear the bi perspective on this #also anon I meant to ask this first thing in the tags but what do you think?#thanks for the ask!#anon ask #lgbtq discourse

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natsmagi · 2 months

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so close! its meant to be a squishy tsumugi drawing❤️

cant believe we're about to enter an era where you guys call THIS

chubby yet proceed to trash on artists who add a little bit of softness to him, as canon claims he has, because its "not enough"

everyones free to draw him with more fat if they want! i think that would be super lovely! but as i have said 5 billion times this is the body type i envision for tsumugi, and canon sees it similarly, so im happy! its nice when canon agrees with a headcanon you have! soft tummy! thats what we got confirmation of!

#screenshot of the message bc anons been blocked but i still wanted to post this #because i alr know this is gonna be a mess and id rather get it over with quickly and then continue on my merry way #and like. guys.#do you only ever think in extremes. what is this #if u look at that drawing and think tsumugi and natsume are equally thin idk what to tell u #and thin people can also have soft tummies. in fact its the norm to have a soft tummy. my head hurts #ask #discourse tag #ALSO for everyone else i ironically enough am actually drawing a tsumugi rn that is more visibly chubby bc i luv her #but i personally will just call her squishy

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oifaaa · 10 months

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you mentioned that he has two kids, one with Bernard and one with Kon. Does this mean they're the two divorces or is Kon his current husband? when they divorce (3rd time for Tim lol) is Kon bout to take the rest of Tim's money

Yeah Bernard and kon are husband number 1 and husband number 2 respectively Tim is currently single which is probably for the best as he really is struggling right now

#ask #anon #look guys tim #hes not doing so good #hes giving peter b parker from the first spiderverse movie #he keeps self sabotaging himself #and refuses to acknowledge hes the one doing it #also someone suggested i call this my babybat au #but i think babybat jason au might be a bit more on the nose #idk what do you guys think

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atherix · 10 months

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*slides into your ask box

New au you say👀

-🍂

:) hi Leafy~~~

So 👀 I may have. In the late hours last night. spun with @braxiatel an au where. Hotguy started as a villain, before one day reforming and switching sides- but, since he used to be a villain, a good portion of the population don't trust him 👀

Grian is among those who don't trust Hotguy's change of heart. Hotguy wasn't a cartoon timeclock villain getting up to antics, he was a full on badguy- his moral compass was broken, and he wanted to watch the world burn, essentially, and Grian remembers this all too well. There is a reason ofc, for why Hotguy is like this- it doesn't absolve him of guilt, which he is all too aware of.

Meanwhile, Scar, single father who "moved into town" about a year ago and opened his bakery in the "elven village" section of the town town, is just trying to raise his son and make amends for the past, and Grian is absolutely smitten.

Now in comes Mumbo, who, like in Canon where he wasn't around for the King arc where Hotguy was definitely pretty villainous, just wasn't around for the villain Hotguy era. He moves into town as Grian's new roommate, and before he ever even finds out who Hotguy is he gets caught up in a wrong-place-wrong-time situation and is saved by Hotguy. He is almost instantly smitten, and despite Grian's warnings, he becomes friends with Hotguy, eventually becoming his closest confidante.

Luckily for Grian that Hotguy became friends with Mumbo, bc now Scar wants to be friends with them as Scar, too....

#ask #hermitshipping #mumscarian #🍂autumn anon🍂#idk what to call this auhkjgcvb

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smalltimidbean · 11 months

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Idea: A Peppino clone with the DNA of a honey badger or skunk.

Eglantine - the clone in this post - has similar DNA to a skunk! It's striped polecat DNA, which is not skunk, but close enough, and they also have the defensive spray, hence Eg being a 'stinky gorl'

But I like the honey badger idea! Small and mighty, with near impenetrable and elastic skin! Too bad the WAR clones are easily thwarted by simply picking them up by the scruff, hehe

#pizza tower #pizza tower oc #OC: Eglantine the Fake Peppino #idk what to call the WAR clone yet #maybe something bacon related bc they pink and stripy #why are they pink? bc I wanted them to be hehe #and extra scruffy with the wolverine chops #I might make an actual skunk clone later #but thanks for the ideas anon!#edit: little guy has a name!#OC: Pancetta the Peppiclone

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