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ROSANNA PANSINO???
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im pregnant and its nobodys. it aint even mine
why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees
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holy fuck.
We really going to ignore the fact that he donated once and is just using the same screenshot over and over?
Edit:
To clarify, I have no issue with someone donating. I’m pro-choice myself. The issue is he donates once when he says he’s going to donate each time, just so he can virtue signal about how he refuses to engage with someone.
Furthermore, I have issues with him replying to any criticism with this. You can criticize the smug pride in not engaging in debate and beating your opposition, yet he’ll assume you’re pro-life as a result.
He’s being a smug prick who is playing you all like a fiddle to get jerked off and you’re all falling for it.
If this is the hill you want to die on, Spidey, go for it. I’m quite happy with the idea of someone donating money to Planned Parenthood, and since I don’t know or care who he is, the virtue signalling is lost on me.
That aside, being suspicious of everyone for any nice act all the time is mentally exhausting so miss me with that.
… I literally say I have no issue with him donating money.
But he’s saying “I’m going to donate every time” and then he posts the same donation page. So rather than do what he says, he’s donating ONCE and using it to as an own against other people while using it to get ass pats from people who agree with him.
That’s literally the same screenshot, two hours apart.
This is like “man pledges to build house for every homeless person evicted from X location” except he builds ONE house and takes the same picture of it over and over again, yet claims he’s built 100 houses. It’s deceptive and he’s doing it to milk people for social praise.
The goal wasn’t to help people, because if it was he’d actually donate every time. It was to get ass pats.
Shut up
I fucking love this man.
:) <- guy making an au so specific a mere handful of people will enjoy it
Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”
Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.
Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.
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This is how it had to happen because Krobus doesn’t have any arms right
the situation is still out of control
You are the Chosen One. The Dark Overlord is currently trying to seduce you to their cause. To their great surprise, you accept almost immediately because you absolutely loathe your job and your companions.
This isn’t supposed to be your life.
The sky is cracking open above you, dark clouds swirling with sickly miasma. The air is thick and hard to breath. You can just barely hear your own gasping breath over the shrieks and cackles of the demons pushing you and your companions closer and closer to the deadly cliff behind. Your blood is racing in your veins, hot and painful. The skin on your palms is blistered and cracked from how long you’ve been holding your sword. Your body has long since stopped screaming at you.
It is not a good sign.
“We have to trust the dragons will catch us,” Melody says. You can hear the pain in her voice and you can feel how low her mana reserves are. The push and pull of her sun-like aura is more like a dull throb beside you. “We have to jump.”
“Not yet,” James says through gritted teeth. He’s faring better than you and Melody. His wolf-like transformation gives him stamina and strength you can only dream of, but that doesn’t mean he’s doing well. “Give them more time. Wait.”
Melody hisses as the sea of demons pulses towards them again. “If we wait, we die.”
“If we fall we die,” James snaps back. “It’s an order. Wait.”
You know all about orders. Neither of them looks at you or asks for your opinion in the face of death. Why would they? It’s not your world at stake here.
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“Your art isn’t valued by the number of notes you get” okay but. If you spent 6 hours baking a cake for a party, but no one at the party eats your cake, it’s still disappointing.
This articulates something about the different between value and validation that I didn’t previously register on a conscious level.
This is why I tell people I feel more like an entertainer than an artist.
I want to hear them laugh, chat, comment, speak, roar, cry, get irrationally angry, I need people to respond to my art and get inspired and need more.
I don’t want a note, I want a response.
Responses are very nice. I like reading over them. They make me feel fuzzy. Of course, likes and reblogs are also very appreciated, but responses make me feel a special kinda fuzzy.