Me Filtering Out Kinks I Don’t Like On AO3. 

tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here

Soap islike a little meatball to me.

you have to outlive donald trump

I haven’t drawn him in a while.

how do you feel about writers who don’t use ai, like chatgpt, to write their work, but to help improve it in some way like grammar, vagueness, etc. i’ve seen writers who do this and wanted to see how you felt.

also, i love your work.

Same thing I'd say to someone who'd ask, "How do you feel about artists who don't use AI to draw, but they use it later on to form the hard parts like hands and hair, and smooth the rendering?"

I'd say you're handicapping yourself in your craft, and you'll never grow as a creator from where you are now.

There should be no stigma about sharing badly written fic, because we all have to write it bad before we can write it well. The process of making mistakes and not noticing them, and writing anyway is how you grow. The process of finally noticing your mistakes, and brainstorming ways to correct them that works for you is how you grow. The process of realizing that now that you're not making mistakes, you have capacity for adding unique greatness is how you grow.

It's a step by step process, and you will never make a great fic until you've made your share of bad ones.

Write it bad.

small bear!price doodle for my upcoming comic. He's so cuteee

I need to go feral in bed like a restless, overstimulated kitten. I'm not talking sexually (surprise, I fucking know). And I need Simon to lay next to me on his back, one arm tucked behind his head as he observes quietly, all calm and slightly amused at my antics—until he sees that look on my face that makes him sigh in exasperation.

"No. Don't." He warns, already bracing himself for the inevitable. "I'll kick yer little arse, lovie."

But it's too late, and I'm already lunging at him with a playful snarl, pawing and groping at his torso, egging him in to playfight me into submission, knowing fully well only his massive body on top of me can calm me down somewhat.

When I lift his shirt to chomp down on the bit of pudge on his lower tummy, he lets out a rough yelp, cursing under his breath.

"Olright, enough 'o tha'," he growls before using two humble percent of his strength to pin me down underneath his weight until I yield with a helpless soft giggle.

"Every damn time ya gotta be a difficult, little shite," he huffs, nosing along my fluttering pulse.

"But fuck if I don't love to teach ya a good lesson, luv."

And he huffs before sinking his own crooked teeth into my neck.

Got asked for a Price song rec and as I was making a list, found this ghostprice anthem that's been killing me...

every time gaz is replaced with konig in fics, not only does an angel lose its wings but I also projectile vomit everywhere.