Everything about this is ill-advised

This is the story of Mira, a dying kitten I rescued. I have started a GoFundMe to help pay for her medical bills as I am in a rough place financially. Her full story is posted on the GoFundMe.

Any support is appreciated, either through donations or shares 💖

Thank you for taking the time to read my little comic~ have a lovely day! ✨

As ever, I'd like to direct people to this quote by Michael Moorcock:

To this day I advise people who want to write fantastic fiction for a living to stop reading generic fantasy and to go back to the roots of the genre as deeply as possible, the way anyone might who takes his craft seriously. One avoids becoming a Tolkien clone precisely by returning to the same roots that inspired The Lord of the Rings.

The same applies to retellings (and adaptations, for that matter, since one user brought it up in the tags). For example, you are less likely to write a TH White clone if you go and read Malory for yourself, or for that matter go further back to Malory's own sources such as the Vulgate Cycle. Another example, you are less likely to become a Madeline Miller clone by reading Homer's Iliad and Odyssey for yourself.

And for heaven's sake, don't do what I did as well for years which was rely on summaries and articles. Try and go as in depth as you can, and face the work on its own terms (but don't be intimidated by its age, either).

Not mine! A friend of mine, the guy who took Bumblebee/Felix home last year, is needing a place to rehome his peafowl due to a major life circumstance change incoming. He has one mature pair of blues (Ferdinand and Isabelle), and then Felix and likely one of his two yearling girlfriends (Liberty or Bell). He's located in Wisconsin, but we would both be willing to work on transport to pretty much anywhere in the USA to get them placed.

Ferdinand and Isabella

Felix and his ladies

This isn't necessarily an urgent, immediate need, so if you were to, say, need time to build an enclosure, we can work it out. The birds themselves are free to a good home, with the only stipulations being Ferdinand and Isabella must go and stay together. I will be making sure they end up placed somewhere that's set up for them already, preferably where the pairs can stay together.

sorry or "youre welcome" in advance, because i really think the migraine tint lenses are going to make me look like an opium-eating sex pervert from a Flashman novel

[image description copied from alt text: text from a book. Highlighted: "Her vagina opening like it was gulping, latching on like a clingfish." A sad face and exclamation points are doodled over the text.]

[image description copied from alt text: text from a book reading, "Heloise's hand is on the back of her head, pushing her, and her face is against warmth and fungus and soaking and heat and slime and sticky and clam and buttered tortellini and slug trail and meat and ylang ylang and pulse and wet and squashed jasmine flowers, and she is licking and sucking." Many adjectives are highlighted and "noooo!" with a frowny face are doodled at the bottom.]

Here's what I need you to do:

If you see a post with a "mature content" label, and it's 2026, DM me a link to the post.

Yes, that's really it.

I am hoping to collect several thousand such posts, so that I have a decent sized dataset. I do not care what the post is about; if it's labeled as "mature content", I want to add it to my dataset.

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Washington Post is paywalling the article but it looks like Taylor Farms — a consumer bagged salad brand that also supplies produce to grocers and fast food chains like Taco Bell, Walmart, McDonald's, Chipotle, Burger King, KFC, and Meijer —may be at least one of the sources of the current cyclosporiasis outbreak.

*Julien calls out Thjazi name during sex*

Hal: just what in ever hated shapers was the Deal™ between you and my brother????

Julien: I refuse to comment

Wasn't sure if this was the same person as my other Hal/Julien ask.. it's such a specific ship, lol. But let's call you... satin.

"Is the room to your liking?" Hal poked his head in on his way to bed, as always a generous host, checking in on every member of their little group who staying with him tonight before heading back out in the morning.

"I've slept in worse." Julien seemed to catch himself and added "... thank you. It is far better than the ground, and safer than finding a room elsewhere." This was not Thjazi, no matter how much Julien's mind seemed to bend to the thought of a dead man when around his brother.

Hal couldn't help but smile just a little at that, the brash young man seemed to be coming around little by little. He had noted Azune going out of his way to spend time with the young knight earlier, he hoped perhaps he might be a good influence on him. Although there was always the chance of the reverse happening. "Well if you need anything...."

Julien couldn't quite help the smirk on his face. "I mean, the bed is rather empty...." he teased good naturedly. "Good night, Halandil."

Hal leaned against the doorway, studying him with a smile on his face. "I mean... this is a bard's house. It could be arraigned...."

Julien laughed. "You have a few pretty boys or girls around for just such an occasion? Or are you offering yourself?" It felt good to be light-hearted after all they had been through in the past week.

"And if I was?" The smile was still there, still friendly, but Julien's eyes narrowed, trying to determine if this was some sort of taunt.

It wouldn't be the first or last time he would have caught flack for being... generous... in certain areas. Well. One way to deal with that. Chin up, he walked slowly across the room, letting his movements become fluid, his hips sway just a bit. Letting himself become as yielding and unpredictable as the flickering shadows cast by the unsteady lamp light as he made his way to the door.

Letting himself be that familiar something that was dangerous and designed to prey on being wanted.

"Then maybe I'd give you a chance to show me." He stopped just short of Hal, not quite touching, but very much closer than most people would be comfortable with. He kept his body loose and relaxed and his smile sharp as he reached out to tuck a finger between two buttons on the orc's shirt. The man even smelled like Thjazi, and for a moment Julien let his eyes flicker close.

Hal's smile never wavered as he watched this, nor did he reach out for him, not right away. He let himself take a few deep breaths, knowing there were few things he had less ability to resist than a pretty, scared little thing trying so hard to wrap themselves around a hurt to hide it the way a dragon guards a hoard.

"How generous of you, Julien." Hal stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. It was going to be an interesting evening, he thought as he turned back to the young human.