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Remember me always as a flower garden, a sudden rain filled with the scent of spring, rare warmth under a bright winter sun, and the happiness of a summer day.
Not sticking around for much longer.
Honestly, now is as good a time as any. So whatever. I don't have any friends. Or anything.
This happens to people. They don't do it to themselves. It's done to them. You're probably complicit in some way even if you suffer it yourselves. Everything is interdependent.
I know that I'm innocent. I've tried a long long time and I'm done trying.
Not sticking around for much longer.
trying to befriend that one loser stinky weeb lesbian in class be like 🙄🙄🙄🙄
Eyes forward. Or close enough. :3
I mean- I'm not even Sapphic and I dunno if I could keep my eyes off those. Kylar's look like they could compete easy no matter how huge and shapeless the sweater. Gotdang.
It's the acme of privilege to lead a morally uncomplicated life in this world.
Sad state of affairs when "on my Patreon" just means "here's my lazy porn edit, lol, eat it up, gooners"
and it works.
I make morally repugnant art that sends people's whole nervous systems into convulsion and invariably impels more courageous readers to tell me I've rewired their brains and sense of prose and literature.
How the hell am I s'posed to paywall that?
So I don't. I know I'll never achieve commercial success with something that takes a willingness to feel.
Artistically, unless I gain a meaningful patron with that coveted Access, I know I'll die poor and obscure but I also know hundreds of thousands of people- maybe a million at this point- carry the greater or lesser germ of my ideals and values.
They will bear these into their lives and for some
I hope many
this will germinate through their own creativity.
JK Rowling didn't inspire anyone. She's a brand to be aped, a sales model assholes have emulated to enrich themselves at others' expense.
She squatted and pushed out classist Aristotelian apologism for inbred morons with brows at chin height.
She got rich off it because
to be blunt about it
the average consumer is an underevolved slouch of protoplasm desperate never to think and feel and she supplied reinforcement for exactly that.
Idiots who say they just couldn't have known or who try to excuse their crappy taste by appeals to youth or ignorance have no foundation: You needed a low IQ to love her shit then and you still do.
I never will understand how young children especially proved themselves so susceptible to her mean-spirited amateurish scribblings but I think it has much more to do with their socialization- and they should acknowledge it. Their parents spoon-fed them a morally reductive Stepford world of conformity and their educators encoded it and they fell for it because they were too morally and intellectually weak.
Admit it now or stay infantilized forever. You should've known.
Bad people do make bad art because that's all they can. Good art takes imagination, empathy, curiosity, and understanding- all qualities bad people lack.
Rowling, Gaiman, they're no different than Thomas Kinkade or James Patterson: Slop-pushers who willfully belittle their audience's intelligence and integrity and emotional range and are rewarded for it.
The converse is not necessarily true- good people can make phenomenally shitty art. They do every day. They're just not very good artists now; they have the capacity for growth in their goodness, however. But moral and intellectual infirmity are necessarily limiting to a bad person's capacity ever to make anything better.
Sad state of affairs when "on my Patreon" just means "here's my lazy porn edit, lol, eat it up, gooners"
and it works.
I make morally repugnant art that sends people's whole nervous systems into convulsion and invariably impels more courageous readers to tell me I've rewired their brains and sense of prose and literature.
How the hell am I s'posed to paywall that?
So I don't. I know I'll never achieve commercial success with something that takes a willingness to feel.
Artistically, unless I gain a meaningful patron with that coveted Access, I know I'll die poor and obscure but I also know hundreds of thousands of people- maybe a million at this point- carry the greater or lesser germ of my ideals and values.
They will bear these into their lives and for some
I hope many
this will germinate through their own creativity.
Sad state of affairs when "on my Patreon" just means "here's my lazy porn edit, lol, eat it up, gooners"
and it works.
I make morally repugnant art that sends people's whole nervous systems into convulsion and invariably impels more courageous readers to tell me I've rewired their brains and sense of prose and literature.
How the hell am I s'posed to paywall that?
So I don't. I know I'll never achieve commercial success with something that takes a willingness to feel.
Sad state of affairs when "on my Patreon" just means "here's my lazy porn edit, lol, eat it up, gooners"
and it works.
I'd probably have a lot more friends if I had learned how to draw instead of write.
It's too bad words don't seem valued anymore when they're the closest to the raw metal of human feeling.
This Fandom™ BS stupefies me.
You go where the art is. If that's Wincest fanfiction, then that's where you go.
If that's Doraemon fanart, there it is.
Who cares what the context is? The content is what matters.
Right now I'm writing about a character I've never heard of from a film I saw exactly once for an audience of about twelve people.
They're great! It's sad you have to deal with the arrant intellectual smallness and incuriosity of people who just want to ghettoize their interests.
This Fandom™ BS stupefies me.
You go where the art is. If that's Wincest fanfiction, then that's where you go.
If that's Doraemon fanart, there it is.
Who cares what the context is? The content is what matters.
TW/CW for problematic content under the keep reading (2)
continuing the age gap au by making a second thread so as usual if youre not comfortable with it do not click keep reading there will be suggestive content below
omfg you've made Dekisugi one of the most fantastic creepers ever.
I love it! Terrible handsome men are my obsession and this is just perfect.
I just saw a moron describe a glib generalization of social reality as "gender essentialism."
We really need to start taking language away from people and locking it up like stuff in a Walgreens.
"I'm sorry, sir or madame, you'll need to talk to someone at the pharmacy and have your credentials verified if you want to use that word."
first post.. im so scared
He's beautiful.
Excellent and expressive technique.
This is a Wolfhound appreciation post
Everyone say thank you to the Lyrans (and Clan Wolf)
And Phelan "Good Boy" MoonMoon KellWolfWard.
I look like a pretty awkward teenage girl with a huge ass and thick hips.
Guys should creep all over me right now. Why do I live in a town full of eunuchs? 's not only me. I'm with model-hot chicks all the time and they don't get more'n jus' a longing glance if that.
Men are herbivores. Where's the testosterone-drenched meat-fed misogynist of my dreams who knows how to put a bitch in her place?
(preferably on her knees or back)