HIIIII gang I caved and made an RDR themed discord server :3 it’s 18+ and LGBT+ and system friendly! feel free to hop in!
*surrounded by blood and viscera* Sorry for being shy :(
you can’t just ask me who it belongs to. i’mm SHY
I feel like the only person not tempted to use ChatGPT like it doesn’t even occur to me as an option
i see a convo w a character ai and i keep scrolling
listen im seeing tags about people agreeing that ai bots can be really inaccurate and i want to point out that this is NOT about that. the ai bot can be as accurate as you want it to be i still get mad at em.
its not about how good they do at emulating a character, its about that they aren’t a person making creative choices and i hate that. i want to enjoy my characters with other people. hold my hand and tell me all about why you think your blorbo is autistic or likes your favourite shitty band. i love you. if a bot randomly shuffles those opinions out idc if theyre even the same ones im exploding it with my mind.
What’s the point of loving content if I know there isn’t someone as obsessively fucked up as me sitting on the other side of the internet
babe wake up first usa stripper union jus won !!!!!!
Not the first! The only one now but there was one previously!
^^ true! the workers at Lusty Lady in san fran were union until it closed in 2013 </3
After making art with a trackpad for 2 years, I finally got a new cintiq. Here’s the first thing I made with the new cintiq!!!
STOP SCROLLING THIS IS NOT A PHOTO
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Tweet from Joseph Fasano: “An 8th-grade student of @MrsHult wrote this poem using one of my poetry prompts, and I just cannot get over that second line. ❤️ Emily, I hope the world sees your poem.”
Poem in image:
Angels
Let the fears be short.
Let the funerals be beautiful.
Let every memory inside me find its way to the heart
and walk carefully, slowly toward this world.
I have a story I have never told:
Once, when I was alone,
I looked up at the sky and saw shadows of my family
and I knew I was a girl made of angels.
I am still a girl made of angels.
– Emily, grade 8
Due to the Unfortunate!
We are deeply out of Onions!







