So I was really intrigued by this new Tumblr censoring so just for fun I wanted to see what exactly they censored from me. Apparently they censors people’s gif sets so I want to see just what gifs are triggering. Lets see now…
Okay Levi’s face…no comment.
WHAT!? HOW DARE YOU!? HOW IS THIS NSFW!? THIS WAS A BEAUTIFUL SCENE ABOUT TODOROKI EMBRACING BEING A HERO!
ROXAS IS NSFW CONTENT HOW! OH NO WAS IT THE IMAGE OF ROXAS HOLDING SORA’S HANDS!?
SORA TRYING TO SAVE ROXAS AND SORA AND GOOFY TEAMING UP IS NSFW!?
A WONDERFUL MALE AND FEMALE RELATIONSHIP DISPLAYED ON SCREEN IS NSFW!
OH NO, SAYING SHIT IS SO SCARY, OH NO THE CHILDREN’S POOR INNOCENT EARS!
A female beating up bullies is NSFW content, noted.
Why It's Bad Fandom Etiquette To Put Other People's Fics On Goodreads
Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t speak for every fanwriter in fandom, but I do know for a fact that I speak for several of them.
Books and fics exist in different contexts. Fandom has its whole other set of tropes, conventions, and expectations. Some tropes and conventions are common across different fandoms, but often individual fandoms have their own conventions and things that are only recognisable to the reader within the frames of that particular fandom.
As a fandom writer, we write for the fans within our little corner of the internet. We write based on their expectations, we interact with tropes and ideas from other fics we’ve read. Fanfic is a conversation between fans of a source, and are often products of each other. Taking fanfic out of its context doesn’t work - people not familiar with those fandom codes won’t get it.
Books are commercial products that are written over long periods of time, and have gone through many rounds of editing. That is not to say that all books are good, or that a lot of fanfic isn’t actually better than some published books because they certainly are. But books are longterm projects, and fics are definitely not always that.
We write comment fics for our friends because they were screaming about that new headcanon they have. We spend a single week writing a pinch hit for a fest because someone dropped out and we want people to have a gift. We write while on a sugar and feelings-induced high at 3 AM because that gif set on tumblr sent us into an emotional crisis.
And that’s the fun of fandom. As a fanwriter, that’s what I love. I don’t publish books, because that’s not what I want, at least not at this point in time. I want to have fun with my fandom friends and contribute to the fandoms I love with both more and less thought-out fics.
Do you know the best way to take away that fun? Take my fics and put them alongside published books on goodreads and rate them from 1 to 5. Because, suddenly, my fics all potentially have to hold up next to published books on a site that isn’t made in the context of fanfic. It doesn’t matter if my fics are rated 1 or 5 - it’s the pressure of it. It’s the knowledge that even the silliest comment fic I might write and put on AO3 will suddenly be put on goodreads and judged along with books that people have spent months or years writing.
If you want to put fics on goodreads - ask. Don’t put fanwriters in that position, because it’s also really difficult to get them removed.
Tumblr! Hi! Remember me? I almost don’t remember me, it’s been so long since I’ve posted here.
I just wanted to share this fun new project with you all. I created a new series called Sweet Tweets, which are ice cream bird cones. If you, like me, enjoy ice cream and bird puns, then this is for you!
They’re available as prints on my Etsy. You can either scoop up your favorite, a set of 3, or the full set of 9. Which one is your favorite??
Kara had to admit in the last year or so, she had really learned how to come in hot. Her speed blew out decades-old dust in every direction, dampening some of the fires the Infernian had apparently set for fun – or warmth – around the warehouse.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Kara smirked at busting out the cliché. Well, she did have an audience, after all. Cat would encourage a little showmanship, and the sooner Kara dealt with this, the sooner she could properly broach the subject of Cat being missing with Alex. “But I’m not flammable, so you’d better have something else up your sleeve if you want the hard way.”
“Traitor!” came Scorcher’s hiss. Kara followed the sound and used x-ray vision to confirm her location behind a stack of packing crates. “Smug Kryptonians, still passing judgment on every other race.”
“Hey, you plot to kill the president, there are consequences,” Kara shouted back. “On Earth we respect democracy, and President Marsdin won by 3 million votes.”
Hey guys, look! Fancy animation duds! If you can even call it animation lol. Playing around with my new CS6, and figured to play around with it a bit for some effects. Been awhile since I made anything. Anyway, this is a contribution to my new tumblr theme, just in time for Valentine’s Day :3. And what better way than with Cupid!au :D. I really had fun in making this LIES, since trying to figure out the sizing to the gif wasn’t lol.Either way, hope you guys will check out my blog set up, thank you for being continuously supportive! I truly apologize for my constant hiatus. Also, Merida’s cupid design is credit to @arcanabreak ;)!
One of my first ever fics, first published on AO3 in October 2015 set around MOBY/Bees. I’m starting to properly move my library over onto Tumblr though I will still post new stories to both sites. Anyway this is some proper Fun Fraser Fluff so please do enjoy and happy Thursday :) xxx
Claire set down the book and removed her spectacles. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to rub away the exhaustion. She had never and would never regret coming back to Jamie, but certain conveniences, like electric lighting, would be very welcome.
The small oil lamp Claire had been using to read by glowed defiantly on the desk, its flame flickering as though aware of her discontent.
“I know, I know, you do your best.” She muttered and heard a low chuckle in response. For a moment she squinted at the lamp and then as a movement caught her eye she swung round to see her husband leaning against the door-frame, grinning at her.
“Bloody hell! You could have announced yourself! How long have you been there?”
She whispered, conscious of the children sleeping in the next room.
“Long enough to witness my wife speakin’ to a lamp.” Jamie stretched up the length of the doorframe, bracing his hands against the ceiling, his back popping loudly.
“Come to bed Sassenach. Whatever it is can wait for sunlight, ye look like a wee owl hunched there in the gloom.”
Claire straightened her own back indignantly and resisted the urge to groan as her spine straightened. Apparently she really had been hunching.
“In a little while, I need to finish this chapter on …”
“Dinna tell me,” Jamie interrupted, holding up a cautionary hand.
“it’ll either be a herb I dinna ken or a ‘procedure’ I dinna wish to think of before bed and neither should you.”
Jamie pronounced the word procedure with exaggerated care, it was his preferred way of referring to anything bloody and medically gruesome that Claire might be interested in telling him about.
“Afraid I might try to examine you in your sleep?”
Claire teased, pushing the chair back from the desk.
Jamie snorted and moved into the little room holding out his hand to help her up. Claire’s heart fluttered at the sight of his battered and scarred fingers closing around and her own. The skin was still firm but the wrinkles around his knuckles were deeper with age and he had a trio of delicate freckles across the smooth skin of his wrist that had not been there when he was a younger man.
“How many times have I held your wee hand in mine do ye think?” Jamie asked quietly and Claire shook her head.
“I couldn’t begin to tell you, but it could never be enough.”
Jamie’s chest swelled with a deep breath and Claire was shocked to see tears glinting in his eyes the dim lamp light.
“Oh! Oh Jamie!” Claire was on her feet in moments, aching back forgotten as she reached for her husband.
“Dinna pay me any mind a leannnan. I seem to be becoming an emotional auld fool these days.”
“Nonsense,” Claire placed her hands along either side of his face, threading through his beard to run her fingertips over his cheekbones.
“What’s on your mind?”
Jamie turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist, just below the tiny, faded ‘J’ he had placed there over thirty years before. When he spoke his voice was thick with emotion and his eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
“I dinna ken how much longer I have left to live in this world Sassenach but I truly hope I ne'er need spend another day of it wi'out holding your hand at least once.”
“Jamie…” Claire began, closing her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers, but the words of comfort that she wanted to speak died in her throat and she stopped, heart pounding.
The enormity of their mortality flashed across her mind in a way it had not for a long time. Without warning the memory of thinking Jamie dead, lost at sea on a doomed ship, was upon her and with it came a terror and a desperate, almost painful want of him.
“Jamie, I need you. Now.” She demanded, eyes wide and focussed entirely on her husband, their amber iris’ darkening to the colour of fresh honey viewed through tinted glass.
Jamie’s own eyes flew open, he had been lost in the warmth of his feeling for Claire and not thinking of ravaging her in the cramped little study.
“Here? I dinna think …”
Her hands slid under his shirt and he felt his body begin to stir, his own hands settled in Claire’s mass of salt and pepper hair, a thousand shades of brown, gold and silver. She arched her spine, pressing herself into his touch and her back creaked loudly “Jesus! Sassenach! Are ye…”
“I’m fine … just …” Claire was fumbling with his breeks as Jamie tried to navigate them back towards the sofa. The buttons popped open and Jamie felt his cock spring free, pressing into Claire’s skirts. He gasped and his hands dropped to her arse, gripping her hard, his want beginning to match the frenzy of hers.
“Pull ye skirts up lass.” He growled softly
Claire fumbled for a moment, the room was small enough in its own right but with Jamie stood in it, the space felt unconscionably tight. Finally she managed to get a hold of the hems and hauled them up.
Jamie ran his hand up her bare thigh, settling his palm just above her backside, ready to guide her to the settee but in a moment of recklessness, Claire launched herself up at him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
For a blissful and breathtaking moment, they joined as one flesh. Then Jamie felt a shooting pain in his hip and a twinge in his lower back and without warning his legs buckled and he flopped backwards over the sofa arm, Claire still pressed on top of him.
Jamie landed awkwardly across the cushions, tipping the entire thing alarmingly backwards, before it crashed back into place with a bang that shook the window. Claire, unable to keep her balance, slid onto the floor with a much smaller but considerably more painful thump that she knew would leave a beautiful bruise by morning.
They lay frozen for a moment, waiting for Mandy or Jem to cry out to Brianna, or the dogs to start barking, but the house remained mercifully silent. Claire looked up at Jamie from under her mass of curls and saw his entire frame quivering with suppressed laughter. Claire felt it flutter in her own stomach and crawled into her husbands arms, burying her face in the hollow of his neck, doing her best to remain silent as the waves of hilarity washed over her.
After what felt like an age they pulled themselves together and sat up, hiccuping and wiping their eyes, grinning at each other like loons.
“Oh God,” Jamie shook his head and dabbed his shirt tail against his streaming eyes before running his hand down Claire’s flank gently. “Is your arse alright Sassenach? The sound of it, ye’ve cracked the floorboards!”
Claire nodded and grimaced, “Yes. Luckily I still have a fair amount of padding on that particular region of my anatomy.”
Jamie snorted and took a firmer grip in answer.
“How’s your hip?”
“It’s twinging a wee bit but no doubt it’ll sort itself by morning.” Jamie shrugged.
Claire struggled to her feet, more hunched than ever, one hand pressed to her lower back, the other stretched out to her husband.
This time it was Jamie who placed his hand firmly into hers and together they manoeuvred him up with only a couple of muttered curses when his hips protested the movement.
“I’m sorry Jamie, that was completely my fault.” Claire said, blushing at the memory of her foolish leap but Jamie only smiled at her. “Dinna apologise mo chridhe. The day ye dinna wish to leap into my arms will be a verra sad day for me indeed.”
Hand in hand they limped toward their bedroom, the occasional snort or giggle escaping between them, feeling a strange mix of youthful joy and old bones.
Tonight i saw Your Name 君の名は。(Kimi no Na wa 2016) in the cinema, il try not to say too much other than i really enjoyed it :D annnd i can see why its doing so well around the world. Im big fan of Shinkai’s other films & shorts but i was glad that the story had more to offer than a typical romance and was also packed with humour, drama & personality. Compared to his previous works it features even more of his signature face melting/beautiful/breath taking digital art & scenery but even from the first few shots you can see his shot composition and cinematography skill has reached a whole new level.
As far as comparing Your Name to Hayao Miyazaki’s Spirited Away…. its a total apples and oranges situation and i think the least abstract comparison can be made in box office figures as the films are made by two men from completely different generations created using a very different set of tools and skills. Its said that 2D animation is a dead art form but the truth is its just being made in a different way and personally I’m glad there are a new generation of anime film creators like Makoto Shinkai and Mamoru Hosoda around.
(Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post and let me know what they thought of Your Name, honestly the most fun thing about tumblr for me is reading other peoples comments my posts)
Hello, young atlas. What is your new year resolution?
* was thinking.. I’ve been using this Tumblr as my professional portfolio but figured out I may need more space for my casual, personal art. so I will make this one a bit more personal than now and set up a separate homepage for strictly only for professional presentations of my works. We’ll see soon.
I began this painting months ago, but, because of my new job (which I’m very happy about), it got set back. I loved the Omega Flowey battle; it was unexpected, creepy and completely disorienting. (Plus, that laugh of his is great).
The prompt runs from Monday, September 25th to Sunday, October 8th, 2017
You can find the whole prompt and all information here (click the link).
The photoprompts are not meant to be competitions or a “this is how it is meant to be” description. They are about creativity, about learning, experimenting, having fun, and pushing our own boundaries. So it doesn’t really make sense to use old photos, right? Please make new ones.
Please post your “frozen motion” photo (or set) to your own blog until Sunday, October, 8th (do not submit it to @letstalkphotography ) as an entry for the photoprompts.
Please use the tag “photoprompt” (in one word) as one of the first five tags, so that we can find your photos with the “tagged search”.
Of course, you can make and post as many photoprompt photos as you like, but only the first “entry” will be posted to @pws-popup So be sure that your first entry is the one that you consider to be the one you like best.
@photosworthseeingwill reblog their favourite photos (of course with a little comment) from your blog on Monday, October 9thFriday, October, 13th together with the results of our last photoprompt about “Intentional Camera Movement”. So, this is a little change we made. From now on we will dedicate one whole day to the previous two photoprompts that run two weeks each.
Hey y’all. This is a friendly reminder that commissions are still open and I really need ‘em for the coming month. I’ve got a much longer commute now that I’m in school in Fort Collins and I still work in Denver. That’s about a sixty mile drive for me! Though my car is pretty fuel efficient, that’s still a one hundred and twenty mile commute every other day. I kind of like eating and stuff, so I’m asking y’all to reblog this post and consider commissioning me.
I’ll have my tablet set up tomorrow evening, so in the meantime please check out my art tag and my commissions page. Here’s some examples of work I’ve done in the past few months:
(for the 50th anniversary of Lupin III)
(vent paintings are good paintings)
(both pieces were for an exchange event I was a part of)
(some fun Detective Conan things)
(the first piece I painted on my new tablet)
I’m willing to negotiate prices if they seem too expensive (or too cheap!). Just shoot me a message here over tumblr and we can work something out! I draw virtually anything, and additional details are listed on my commissions page. At this time I only accept PayPal payments before I begin a commission.
Hey! Do you write Fanfics and can I have an HC for what the VKs and AKs (Lonnie, Ben, Audrey, Jane and Doug) would be like with their significant other? Thanks!
Yeah, I do! Just let me know the prompt, how long you want it to be, or/and anything else and I’ll do my best 😉
Here’s ½ of your Headcanon as well;
How The AK’s Treat Their Significant Other
▪️Lonnie - Very playfully romantic. Lonnie will never cease to flutter her lover’s heart and their relationship will probably involve some playful teasing and secretly meaningful gifts.
▪️Ben - Loves surprising them with sweet gifts like chocolate, teddy bears, and full on flash mob serenading. He genuinely cares about them and will do anything that will make them happy.
▪️Audrey - Dating the daughter of sleeping beauty may come with a cost of carrying around her dozen of shopping bags when she drags her significant other to the mall to go buy an all new set of outfits for the week, but she may be surprising once they really get to know her. Audrey can be quirky and fun, and even does subtle sweet gestures like paying for lunch or a small gift of a stylish golden crown/tiara.
▪️Jane - Sticking with her slightly shy and awkward personality, the teen is a complete Tumblr romantic. They’ve gotta be ready to expect some adorable bed forts with her laptop playing some funny comedy while tossing popcorn at one another.
▪️Doug - Very casually cutesy. A bouquet of flowers every now and then, and some compliments. But, though he means well, the teen boy may lack some public dazzle. He may even try going to his friends for some love advice- otherwise, he wouldn’t know the difference between a horse drawn carriage ride, and helping with their homework.
I am not (yet) up to date to CritRole so when I saw all this talk abt last episode on tumblr, I was worried that the cast would not care to go on with another story, but rather just move on to other things, but what's this I hear about a second season?
Critical Role will return! They’re going to start a brand new campaign in January, with new characters, set approximately twenty years after the end of this one. A season two, if you will.
In the meantime, there’ll be some oneshots, some guests, some new fun experiments, etc. The campaign ended, but the show’s still going strong, and afaik everyone’s sticking around.
More phantom kiddos! Haru was hard to draw but Futaba was super fun and there’s only one left to finish the whole set! I’m too excited, hope I can finish right now and start doing new stuff already! O7O
Fellow Raffleites, rejoice! The week preceding the Ides of March will be dedicated to E.W. Hornung’s beautiful series! All you have to do to participate is create fan work and post it on tumblr. All types of works are accepted and encouraged (art, writing, edits, playlists, meta, headcanons, etc), and everyone can participate- the purpose of this week is to have fun!
The following list is a series of daily prompts I wrote. Hopefully it will fuel your creativity, but feel free to not follow them!
day 1. Cricket; good enough sport (until you discover a better)
day 2. Crime; “With me there walked this skeleton through every waking hour”
day 3. “A new burrow for us both”; settings from Piccadilly to South Africa
day 4. Whiskey and Sullivans for two; Raffles and Bunny, partners in… amusement