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mihqorio · 14 hours
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Fuck it posting the Palestinian fela7i appreciation video
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mihqorio · 14 hours
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FYI I just came across a thread on twitter which says that an author shared on google docs an explicit story with a friend for beta reading and google removed the file due to violation of TOS (apparently it has been updated where you are not allowed to share anything with sexual content). Not sure if it’s just this instance or if it’s going to become a widespread thing but if you guys write in google docs MAKE BACK UPS!!
(Instagram link to the screenshots)
Edit: also wanted to add that it seems that Microsoft word has the same language in their TOS so onedrive is not a safe alternative!
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mihqorio · 14 hours
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My Muppet Princess Bride drawings found their way to Facebook and from that came a ton of good suggestions for scenes. Rizzo as a R.O.U.S. has been suggested by a lot of different folks for as long as I've been doing these drawings, but I was never quite sure how to handle the scene until a commenter suggested Rizzo's line. Maybe it resonated with me because I can kinda relate to Rizzo in this moment (especially so soon after Valentines Day!). Thanks to Paul Adams who provided Rizzo's line, and gave me permission to use it in this drawing.
And shout-out to movie-screencaps.com for providing the backgrounds, I like to edit shots from the movie for my backgrounds because it allows me to focus on the fun part of drawing Muppets. There's also just something fun about 'painting' the Muppets into the actual film.
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mihqorio · 24 hours
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Shipname: Burnt to the Ground
Part 2 of: Una and Ricardo's Wonderful Sex Adventures
Disclaimer: everything, and I mean everything, belongs to Malin Rydén. It's not my fault his characters are dumbasses and lead to this kind of work. Context: We were talking about Hollow Ground with friends. It occurred to me that Ortega and Una would definitely find a way to be freaky about it. I was encouraged down the path of evil. I can only hope now that Hollow Ground will glimpse this in Una's mind and die from psychic damage, mwah. What to expect: Una and Ortega work on the mysteries of Lord Ember and Hollow Ground's gang wars. All bets are off. All pants are too. Suggestive, though not particularly explicit: rated M.
2021 (UNA)
It starts on Sunday morning, for conspiracy breakfast. It starts when Ricardo pins that picture on the kitchen wall, among the other pictures, among the red thread and the articles, and on the picture there they both are, sharing a look of intensely polished hatred above a champagne glass, Lord Ember and Hollow Ground, seen together at a cocktail party a few months ago, all dapperly decked in—where is that, Carson City? You feel like you know that high-ceilinged room, from a past life, from your past life.
But all in all, it starts because you’re an idiot, and because Ricardo looks like Ricardo does wearing just his sweatpants and not much else. So you say:
“You think they fuck?”
You gotta give it to him: he doesn’t even choke on the coffee he stole from you. No, no. The swallow a casual bob of his lovely throat, then a step back, and serious consideration, eyes on the wall-board, head tilted to the side. You wonder why he ever hated those glasses: they really have a knack for making your stomach flip a little too low.
Never tell him that, though.
“You think they fuck?” he asks, crossing his arms, which jut at the triceps, which you notice, which he knows.
“I think…”
You glance at Hollow Ground’s face again, on the wall: her mirror-face, so similar to yours, though harder, wider; her fancier haircut, her darker hair, her straightened, shortened, whitened teeth. Breaking them knuckles to gums will feel even sweeter knowing they cost her a fortune.
On the kitchen chair, you spread your tattooed legs, which jut at the quadriceps, which he notices, which you know.
“I think she would really hate knowing we know she’s getting pounded into oblivion by the Viscount of San Fran.”
“And you would know…” his smile is a lighthouse, a starburst of delight. “Since you’re practically her, really. Gracias a dios for technology.”
Fuck. Don’t laugh at that. Ignore the challenge smile, the obvious taunt.
“Amen,” you nod. “Want to do something about it?”
Holding his gaze is the kind of effort that makes your head burn; and burn it does, and burn it does, as he steps closer, yes come come closer, you open flame.
“Only if you call me My lord.”
Continued here.
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mihqorio · 1 day
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against all odds, we all survived, together.
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mihqorio · 1 day
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I need people to stop blaming the death of movies on “quips”. A quip is just a funny line of dialogue. That’s all. Like I just saw a post talking about quips and the death of movies and brought up Pirates of the Caribbean as an example of a better movie and yes it is but also that movie is FULL OF QUIPS. I just rewatched The Princess Bride. It’s all quips. Every single line. And it’s a masterpiece.
Movies suck when people don’t care about the art they’re making. That includes them not caring about their quips. Which is why a lot of comic relief dialogue ALSO sucks now. But the problem isn’t that funny dialogue exists.
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"Let us go together, my dear Consort eternal."
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mihqorio · 1 day
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haven't drawn my girl in her valkyrie form yet so here she is lol
commissions open
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just a lil piece of my stink man's puppet that he doesn't deserve
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very belated birthday gift for @dogueteeth of their step isa!! I love any excuse to draw them 💚💚
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The war in Gaza isn't just about Palestinian rights; it's about the very nature of the world we live in. Last week, I wrote this piece (link below), reflecting on earlier writings by scholars about how Gaza has become a model for making entire populations rightless and justifying their exclusion from life, taking away their dignity, and using tools of explicit and implicit violence and surveillance to kill and discipline them when they rebel against these conditions.
So, when Gaza says NO to all these things, it's not just defending itself and the Palestinian cause; it's also protecting the world from normalizing policies that make people unworthy of life and dignity just because they belong to the "wrong" ethnic, religious, or class group. When this battle is over, you'll thank Gaza for stopping dangerous precedents from being set and established, and for asserting that people cannot be killed, erased, and destroyed by the more privileged.
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mihqorio · 1 day
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https://archive.ph/9PT8S
Israel Has Bought a Mass Online Influence System to Counter Antisemitism, Hamas Atrocity Denial
Defense, intelligence and civilian bodies realized soon after October 7 they were losing the online battle to what sources call Hamas' 'well-oiled psychological and information warfare machine.' So they quietly purchased digital tools to fight disinformation, despite fears of future political misuse
Israel has responded to its "clear loss" to Hamas on the digital battlefield by making its first-ever purchase of a technological system capable of conducting mass online influence campaigns, according to numerous sources with knowledge of the matter.
The system can, among other things, automatically create content tailored to specific audiences. The technology was purchased as part of a wider attempt by Israeli bodies, both civilian and military, to address what sources termed "Israel's public diplomacy failure" following the Hamas massacre on October 7 and subsequent war.
Basically they are using AI to generate online arguments.
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mihqorio · 1 day
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it just broke that israel has seized 1,977 acres of west bank land for settlement, which marks the largest land theft since 1993. west bank raids are also seeing an all-time high, with a a reuters article stating a series of israeli raids raised the palestinian death toll in the west bank to 10. there are palestinians being abducted as well, a lot of whom are children. the west bank is slowly being eaten up by both israeli settlers and raids, but this is barely being covered by mainstream media.
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Streaming services are ruining the one feature people loved: no ads.
#BoringDystopia #LateStageCapitalism
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shattered against me.
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mihqorio · 2 days
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Shipname: Burnt to the Ground
Part 2 of: Una and Ricardo's Wonderful Sex Adventures
Disclaimer: everything, and I mean everything, belongs to Malin Rydén. It's not my fault his characters are dumbasses and lead to this kind of work. Context: We were talking about Hollow Ground with friends. It occurred to me that Ortega and Una would definitely find a way to be freaky about it. I was encouraged down the path of evil. I can only hope now that Hollow Ground will glimpse this in Una's mind and die from psychic damage, mwah. What to expect: Una and Ortega work on the mysteries of Lord Ember and Hollow Ground's gang wars. All bets are off. All pants are too. Suggestive, though not particularly explicit: rated M.
2021 (UNA)
It starts on Sunday morning, for conspiracy breakfast. It starts when Ricardo pins that picture on the kitchen wall, among the other pictures, among the red thread and the articles, and on the picture there they both are, sharing a look of intensely polished hatred above a champagne glass, Lord Ember and Hollow Ground, seen together at a cocktail party a few months ago, all dapperly decked in—where is that, Carson City? You feel like you know that high-ceilinged room, from a past life, from your past life.
But all in all, it starts because you’re an idiot, and because Ricardo looks like Ricardo does wearing just his sweatpants and not much else. So you say:
“You think they fuck?”
You gotta give it to him: he doesn’t even choke on the coffee he stole from you. No, no. The swallow a casual bob of his lovely throat, then a step back, and serious consideration, eyes on the wall-board, head tilted to the side. You wonder why he ever hated those glasses: they really have a knack for making your stomach flip a little too low.
Never tell him that, though.
“You think they fuck?” he asks, crossing his arms, which jut at the triceps, which you notice, which he knows.
“I think…”
You glance at Hollow Ground’s face again, on the wall: her mirror-face, so similar to yours, though harder, wider; her fancier haircut, her darker hair, her straightened, shortened, whitened teeth. Breaking them knuckles to gums will feel even sweeter knowing they cost her a fortune.
On the kitchen chair, you spread your tattooed legs, which juts at the quadriceps, which he notices, which you know.
“I think she would really hate knowing we know she’s getting pounded into oblivion by the Viscount of San Fran.”
“And you would know…” his smile is a lighthouse, a starburst of delight. “Since you’re practically her, really. Gracias a dios for technology.”
Fuck. Don’t laugh at that. Ignore the challenge smile, the obvious taunt.
“Amen,” you nod. “Want to do something about it?”
Holding his gaze is the kind of effort that makes your head burn; and burn it does, and burn it does, as he steps closer, yes come come closer, you open flame.
“Only if you call me My lord.”
Continued here.
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