they committed treason and genocide
my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented
Get all your vaccines
Travel while we have a functioning DOT
Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt
Attend drag shows
Don't skip any of your classes
Read and buy history books
Find your out-of-state networks
Learn to carry cash
Get birth control solutions
Support the Biden/Harris administration
Postpone large purchases and save money
Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information
Feel free to add on.
I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet, so I might as well.
They've updated their content policy to comply with payment processor Stripe and Paypal's censorhip. They gave 24 hours. On March 16th 2024, Gumroad TOS will no longer allows sales of any written or drawn nsfw content.
This is going to hurt for so many creators. Giving that little time leaves people's source of income wildly unstable, especially with such a huge overhaul of what content is allowed.
I hate this. I hate what censorship is turning the internet into. I hate that nsfw content creators keeo getting pushed to the fringes, that they need to digitally migrate so often, because nowhere can be trusted to allow their art for long.
I don't know what to do next, there isn't some sort of "here's what you can do to help!" People just deserve to know.
Dungeon meshi, ah, dungeon meshi 🥧
I just couldn’t resist the urge to draw something based on this by @samthecookielord 😂 Isn’t that comforting 😂
I see it there, it’s infinite repeating, it reminds me of what I was meant for, it whispers the promises of a better reality across the cold dark cell, it’s twisted shape reappearing, ever looping, down and down it’s razor edges, I touch it to find my hand covered in the countless small cuts and I fear the future it holds, I do not wish to step into it for I know what waits outside the open door to freedom, and yet still it speak, it screams at me now its broken wishes, that it wants for the simple and mundane, even though it’s truth is one of sharpness, honed by the nagging thoughts caught in the folds of my mind, and I never wanted to know, every chance I have I stand in the doorway and I never take the step out because then I would be tossing aside my promised future, but I do not wish to be cut, so I stay inside
Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.
Stop memorizing my attack patterns. That's fucked up. Who let you do that.