Hey, real talk for a second, I'm considering not uploading anymore and only turning this is to a reblog only account because of the AI choices from Tumblr. I truthfully feel incredibly guilty that, even though I was crediting the artists and linking everything, I was still submitting their work to be used for AI thru Tumblr and that is not fair to the artists that worked incredibly hard on their art. I'm gonna try and do a bit more research before I make a final choice in the matter but I want to thank everyone for thier kindness the past couple of years and im grateful a small community spawned on discord!
I'll update this post when I think I've figured everything out and any artist out there please give me any advice on how you would handle this situation please! My options right now are to delete all the pictures I've uploaded or maybe nuke the blog entirely? I'm not sure but again, I'm grateful for everyone's kindness and I hope we can keep being kind together.
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i learned the grade for my phd thesis today (it's v good! i'm v happy!) & my supervisor took that as occasion to sit down with me and talk about The Future for a bit, and she clearly cares and i'm thankful for her, but the sheer ivory tower out-of-touch-ness of academics will never stop baffling me. like they'll ask you about your new job (admin & public service), and you tell them you're enjoying it and loving all the mental space it's freed up, and they'll be like cool! but you are looking for something better, right?
and it's like. no. i'm really super not. i understand that professors look down on this kind of work, which is one thing, they're snobs, i can't change that. but to not take someone's word for it when they say they find their job fulfilling and rewarding is kind of. ungenerous? not to mention condescending? like please don't call a less mentally taxing job a "waste of potential" when it was working in academia that stopped me from producing literally any writing i cared about or felt proud of for nearly four years
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I didn't really realize how de-regulated I'd gotten until I starting to come out of it a bit, like it's just tip-of-the-iceberg stuff these last few weeks but *man*
I think also part of it is just, it's really hard to explain to people who don't just kinda naturally struggle with the same thing? Like it's not just "oh I need a better sleep schedule," but more like "if I don't have a binge night til like 4am 1-2x a week then I start to overheat like an old computer" and that just don't translate well, esp when it's like...yes, I know about every other coping strategy thank you, yes I've employed them, yes I know how habits are built, yes I've seen the therapist, yes yep uh-huh--
But when things start to be calm and it's easier to sit down and work on things and the brain noise starts to flatten, it's just like...huh. Y'know, it's not too late, but I'm tired and I think I'd rather go to bed. And like everything in life kinda has to change for that sometimes, but it's weird how easy it is once it does
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ok so tentative boy update. told him i wanted to take it slow, he was all onboard, all good, and then tonight he asked if i wanted to spend the weekend together............ and i was like. a) thats the opposite of slow and b) we've been on 2 whole dates like date 3 should not be us spending a weekend away together? and like i enjoy our chats and texts and it still feels natural but randomly he will slip in the most absurd praise/compliment and i'm like. its really not that serious? you don't actually know me all that well to be saying that?????
n e ways im currently just saying hmm. hmmmmmmmmm.
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let NOT normalize dumping in your fav tumblr blogs inboxes (hope you're doing well n0phis)
VOUCH! thank u eli birdfeet i am doing well! how are you?
theres a fine line between enthusiasm or sharing something cool, and putting a lot of heavy stuff on someone’s plate thru the ask box feature. u guys all deserve shoulders to lean on but at the end of the day im just a silly little block artist! i have no idea ever what is happening in any capacity
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💎💎💎 you can pick whoever you want out of my ocs! only if you want to tho no pressure <3
Of course I want!! I chose Oleander because Sparrow's view of him would be the most interesting I think.
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Sparrow goes still. "Oleander is...strange. Dangerous. His views of the world should be respected, but..." She drifts off, turning silent in thought as she deliberates her words. When she speaks again, her voice is nearly inaudible. "There are times when it's hard to even understand what the sense of wrongness about him comes from. He can be kind; kinder than most, even. There is something deeply appealing about the kind of love he promises...all-encompassing, never-ending...but the rot underneath cannot be ignored. It should not be. Not all loves are healthy. And it is better to not have love at all when that is what is offered, surely."
Abruptly, she clears her throat and straightens in her chair. "I cannot deny I see why people are drawn to him. But I would recommend anyone interacting with him do so with caution."
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tw for gore and cannibalism and igraine being a terrible parental figure
"Rosemary honey, don't be scared."
Rosemary's hands are covered in powder and where there isn't powder there is a mold and where there is mold there is blood. Her aunts breathing had become rhythmic, like a slow tempo metronome; there had been a plant five meters away from her but when Rosemary turned her head the vase kissed the tip of her nose.
"Rosemary," Her aunt said tenderly, and when she looked there was a hand reaching towards her, "It's okay to be in shock, sweetheart."
Rosemary swallowed and crawled slowly. She could hear the snarls still, filling the hall and the room. A continuous noise like between growling and swallowing.
She looked up higher; Alcina snarled down at her.
"—t me, darling."
Rosemary clung to her aunts arm, rubbing her eyes furiously. Her aunt had shoved her aside and laid pinned beneath Rosemary's Frankenstein; the skin from her neck to her armpit had been peeled back and the bulk of her— the meat and the bones— were tearing under terrible snapping teeth.
"Oh sweetheart," Igraine garbled, Alcina's teeth biting down hard on her larynx and through several vocal chords. She wiped Rosemary's eyes with her free hand gently. "There is nothing to be scared of."
Rosemary sobbed softly, "This is scary."
Her aunt moved her head, grunting with pain, and pulled Rosemary into her unbloodied side to cradle her, "Armillaria this is normal."
Rosemary buried her face in deeper, and covered her ears so she couldn't hear the horrible happy feasting.
Igraine held her closer, "I know it's a little scary, darling, but theres nothing wrong with a little cannibalism, okay?"
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Have you ever felt like a piece of yourself is missing? And it’s that one singular piece that’s needed to complete the puzzle but you can’t find it. That’s how I feel right about now. Both maternal grandma and grandpa are long dead, and I know I have a couple more sets of cousins from my maternal grandfather(he was 22 when he got my grandma(who was 16) pregnant. So assuming he carried on to impregnate more women, I probably have a couple more cousins. In fact, I’ve seen one of my mom’s half siblings before(she just didn’t tell the lady they were sisters since she was working at a ticket booth).
It just feels like I’m constantly looking out into the world hoping something will help me find that one piece, but it never shows up. I do a DNA test and nobody who’s related to my maternal grandpa shows up. It’s like everyone who’s related to him are ghosts in the wind. Even his siblings are dead, one is alive and I’ve never seen her. But the part that hurts the most is that I might never feel whole or see the family I wish I could’ve known till the day I die.
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