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if ur planning on watching the loki show please wait until i get home from school im gonna put it up to google drive dont give money to disney babes
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I've been laughing like a hyena for the past 15 minutes
*teaching [Y/N] self-defense*
[Y/N]: I win.
John:
John: I have you pinned to the ground.
[Y/N]: Exactly.
[Y/N]: C’mon, I wasn’t that drunk.
John: You tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.
[Y/N]: *tearing up* Because you are!
okay but what if John lets Y/n color in his tattoos with those washable markers!!!
OMG, now I can't get this out of my head, I love this idea so much🥺
John: I don't do love. Love is for weaks.
[Y/N]: Hi!
John:
John: Fuck.
John: Why would you do such a stupid thing?
[Y/N]: For two reasons only.
[Y/N]: One, aesthetic.
[Y/N]: Two, spite.
John: *raises eyebrow*
[Y/N]: Fine, I lied.
[Y/N]: Three, attention.
FUCK YOU DISNEY
Anyways, y’all better start saving your fave fanfics and fanart under the Disney labels cause it looks like they’re trying to curb fair use/fanworks and I’m sure there’s going to be mass panicked deletions even though it’s probably unnecessary cause AO3′s legal team will fight for us.
You know that 400K yall were so fucking mad about OTW raising? Yeah, its gonna pay for the travel expenses and court costs that the legal team at AO3/OTW when they protect your shit from getting C&Ded. DO NOT DELETE YOUR STUFF! IF YOU GET CONTACTED BY DISNEY - GO TO THE ORGANIZATION OF TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS , CONTACT THEIR LEGAL ADVOCACY DEPARTMENT! ASK FOR HELP!! THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS *WHY* *THEY* *EXIST*
Note that Disney would have one Hell of a time serving C&Ds to authors at AO3 - because there is no “contact author” option other than leaving a comment.
They’d have to contact the SITE, which is to say, the Organization for Transformative Works, to deliver a C&D order or a DMCA takedown order.
And the OTW is not going to remove fics because someone sent a letter that says “actually those characters belong to me and you can’t use them that way.” The OTW was created to FIGHT that kind of claim. They are ready.
Don’t delete your fics out of fear. WE OWN THE SERVERS. They can’t threaten the hosts into deleting anything.
And if Disney thought they had a strong legal case against fanfic, they’d’ve shut down the archive a decade ago, when it was penniless and unknown, instead of waiting until it had won several battles in Congress and got worldwide acclaim for a Hugo Award.
This is important!
This is why we say you aren’t allowed Patreon and Ko-Fi links on AO3. Because it gives these parasites their legal back door to fuck your shit up.
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Reblogging it for that last point. We can do this because it’s free. Don’t be an asshole and have the fact that you are charging people to write about another organization’s intellectual property out in the open because you can ruin it for everybody.
I’ve come to a realization.
There’s this saying in english, “Gay as the day is long.” And that got me thinking…if you measure gayness by the length of the day, does that make the 21st of June, the longest day of the year, the gayest?
And, conversely, does that make the 22nd of December, the shortest day of the year, the least gay?
These are important questions that I believe we all need to ruminate long and hard on.
Happy gayest day of the year everyone!
Hm...
Could you imagine? Loving the hero? Being so deeply in love that you and them are almost never seen apart, often found just silently basking in each other's company.
Could you imagine the nights teasing them over their super suit having a tear right on their ass cheek and they pinch and poke you to try and get you to stop but it's too funny so of course you don't
Sitting on top of roofs staring at the stars, a bag of snacks brought because they're technically still on patrol and can't stay too long but take every moment they can with you.
Watching as they're about to leave before calling them back with a smile to pull their mask back over their eyes before leaving with a kiss.
Could you imagine how wholesome a hero's love is?
But...
Love is a powerful thing even the most pure can grow and change into something else, loving someone doesn't always make someone better, it just shifts their loyalties.
A hero's home depends on them. Relies on the sworn notion that the city is the hero's greatest loyalty. But they love you. They adore you, oh you precious creature how they stare at you in wonder and awe, how they run their fingertips over your skin with such reverence. Loyalties can change. It just so happens that even a hero's loyalty can be tied to their partner first and foremost. Your hero loves you, to the point of desolation.
Who would have ever guessed that though? Certainly not some half wit villain that wanted them to mourn.
When presented with a choice, save the city from a massive bomb that would wipe out at least half of the city itself if not the whole place. Or save you. One small life in the grand scheme.
Hero's have an obligation to cast aside all personal feelings for the greater good. For the best of all involved love, family, friends, home, be damned. You knew this getting into a relationship with them and yet you allowed yourself the silly notion of them choosing you.
Maybe that's why you were so surprised when they refused to listen to the villains almost mandatory monologue. Instead you watched with wide eyes as they shot the villain point blank range without even looking at them. Blood splattered across their face and neck but they never looked away from you.
Instead racing towards you, tearing apart your bindings as though they were nothing, their eyes as warm and loving as always as they took you into their arms and carried you away, getting the hell out of dodge and out of the city. No way would they risk you being harmed by that bomb.
Heroes have an obligation to the city, but you held the hero's heart in your hands, how could you know that doing so would lead to the destruction of your own city?
As soon as you were out of range, you saw the explosions flair, setting off one after the other, consuming the city in fire and destruction and chaos.
All the while they held you close, a gentle smile upon their face and eyes full of love for you and only you. "I'm so glad your safe, precious."
(basically I want a story with a very much hero who falls for some sweet civilian as sweet as them and at the end during the obligatory "mourn your dead partner bc you have to save the city instead of them bc your a hero it's what you do" thing, it looks like they're going to do the same then they just go apeshit. Fuck the city, fuck the people, they're loyal to one person now and that person is going to be safe no matter the cost. Who said heroes have to sacrifice everything? Even better if they forego the hero title and just whole ass switch sides if it means they can protect their loved one without being questioned for it. Still so sweet to them but now will cut a bitch.)
they…. they colonized Spirit
This isn’t just a bad remake or cash grab issues. It doesn’t matter how good or bad this film turns out to be. The very premise of it is deeply at fault. The original Spirit is a film about a horse who couldn’t be tamed bonding with a Lakota man in friendship and mutual respect.
This… no. Just no. Turning it into a young white (oh, i’m sorry, the PR team keeps pointing out she’s ‘half-mexican’) girl saves the wild horses is just awful. Truly disgustingly awful.
There was so much more to Spirit. Spirit was never even really about horse-wranglers being bad. It was about colonization and persecution and attempted erasure of Native American culture. The stripping of freedom. The atrocities committed against native tribes all across America. Spirit being torn from his family, like so many Native families were forcibly torn apart. The way the US soldiers were seeking to break his spirit and tame him so that they could exploit him for profit, as was done to so many Native tribes.
Spirit was never just a horse movie. It was always about so much more.
And they took it and made it into a white girl saves the wild horses from the big bad horse-wranglers movie.
I am genuinely disgusted.
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Take me back... to raphtopia
welcome home, anon.
Ahh you guys are so kind! So here's some of my most recent stuff that I've done, it's mainly turtles cause I have a problem. If you want to see more of my art I do have an Instagram account: art_i_guess23
um hello??? this is so good????? The colors used to contrast one another in the Hypno pic is sending me, the overall use of lighting and shading to really make everything pop, the shADED OUT PIC OF THE BOYS SILLOUETTS????? AND HELLO ANIMANIACS THEY’RE SO CUTE????
The Path of Loyalty is Paved in Blood
While I enjoy reading Mostly fluff pieces, it seems as though whenever I write it always ends up… a little angsty (mostly with a happy end though, I’m not heartless)
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TW: Blood. Injury. Character death(s)
Night reblog!
M I K E Y
(Click for quality)
SO THIS IS WHAT I WAS EXCITED TO SHOW YALL, IM DOING A HUMANIZED TURTLE THING AND MIKEY STARTS IT OFF BABEYYYUYYYY LETS GO
(And here are some extras:D)
I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO BECAUSE THIS TOOK TOO LONG LMAO
AHDORHAI THIS IS SO ANIMATED AND LIGHT AND I JUST 💖💖💖💖
POV: mark is locking you in the pantry because you haven’t listened to distractable yet
POV: You Come Out To Wilford
Happy Pride Month, friends!
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Trying to understand a part of yourself was something that had been eating at you in recent times. It had been weighing you down, pestering you when you thought you had pushed the topic aside. Then, to make matters worse, June First rolled around. All you could see on your social media outlets were posts and memes about Pride Month. It made you withdraw as you reflected and questioned things about yourself and how the world viewed you. It made your stomach knot when you thought about it too much.
Wilford had noticed something was wrong, but he wasn’t able to ask you. Instead, you grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into his own dressing-room-office, slamming the door behind you. He had once told you that he’d always been there to talk, and you sure hoped that offer was still valid.
It had taken several minutes of awkward silence, stumbling over your words and having to start again, before you finally regained enough control over your words to come out to Wilford. You slumped back against the dressing table, head bowed. Even if Wilford was loud, proud, and openly supportive of himself and everyone else, there was the niggling worry that yours wasn’t important enough, wasn’t -
You were pulled into a tight hug.
“I’m so proud of ya fer takin’ that first big step, an’ even prouder that ya wanted ta tell me first. But!” He pulled back sharply so he could put both hands on your shoulder- “If anyone tries ta belittle ya, lemme know. I’ll have a friendly little chat with ‘em. Ohhh, look at you!!” You were brought back in for a second hug, which nearly squeezed the breath out of you. “I feel like one of those mama hens right now, all proud of my little chickie learnin’ ‘bout themself. Oh! I got just th’ thing fer ya!” You managed to wriggle out of the hug so he could rummage through his pockets and pull out… a pin.
It was a heart-shaped enamel pin that was adorned with the colours of the flag you knew was the one for that very identity. He grinned as he put it on you.
“There. It looks perfect on ya.” He stepped back to admire your new accessory, though he changed his mind and ruffled your hair. “Welcome ta th’ family, my little chickie.”