broken glass

Why?

Because of edits and reposts onto social media sights, such as Tumblr, Facebook, even Twitter. The problem has been here for the past months and I really just get sad seeing everyone reblog edits and reposts of art that’sUNSOURCED.

I’m sorry if I seem bitchy, but this is a critical issue, because not only would this cut off fandom posters, it cuts off any person in the US from accessing Pixiv.

Pixiv artists are already deleting their works and accounts, more and more artists are deleting everything because of this. I have alreadymade a post about this on my main,  and so havetwo ofmy friends. You may say we’re throwing a big deal about this, but the thing is- we’re just trying to make sure that us fans and future fans have the art resources.

Things to know:

ZEROCHAN AND WEHEARTIT ARE NOT SOURCES.

I REPEAT. ZEROCHAN AND WEHEARTIT ARE NOT SOURCES.

If you really absolutely don’t know, try the Google Images source thing.

Or better yet-saucenao is a better one, as if it’s a pixiv work, it shows you the original pixiv link, if it’s deleted or not, and the artist.

If you don’t know the source, DO THOSE STEPS ABOVE, and if they don’t work, state you don’t know it and ask around.

Oh, and biggest thing for the Vocaloid fandom mainly, along with other fandoms:

this is a list of pixiv artists who do not want their art reposted or edited at all.

(Thank you endless-chocolate for sending me this link)

I see this happen on my dash sometimes and I’m not gonna lie, I did consider unfollowing the people that reblog unsourced fanarts. Especially more so on those so-called one piece confessions/dirty op confessions whatever. It’s getting ridiculous. 

However, it’s my belief that every one of you are wonderful people who respects others, especially those who have worked hard in drawing and writing all the wonderful doujins and fanarts. So I hope I can raise some more awareness to this.

As usual I’m going to illustrate it in an easy way. (read right to left)

What supposed to happen:

What you’re doing when you don’t source:

What you’re making the artist do:

Every artist grow by displaying their work and getting critique. But when their work is spread around without any credit to the artist, AND EVEN MAKES THE OWN ARTIST DELETE IT FROM HIS/HER SITE it lost the purpose and meaning.

What you should do from now on (if you haven’t been doing so):

Here’s a guide on how to use saucenao. If it’s from pixiv, saucenao will most likely find it. If it doesn’t, use google image search.

If an artist spend their time to draw that fanart, I think we can spend a bit of time finding out the proper source/credit.

Also me as a writer: Just. A. Dash. Of. Angst.

Pirates use this innate fear to their advantage to protect themselves from mermaids, hence the iconic beards and hat:

My cat is the tiniest bean you will ever see, she’s five, and still looks like a kitten. Anyway, I was out my back garden one day, drawing my chickens, and my cat Padme was just chillin on the grass.

Now, I’ve seen Padme chase other cats out of the garden before, but I always thought of it as a territorial thing, and I also knew hat she didn’t harm the chickens.

BUT

This was different. She suddenly jerked up, and her ears were flicking everywhere, so I assumed she heard another cat. But then she jumped up and started running all around the garden, bouncing off walls and everything.

Naturally, the chickens were like “bitch da fuck,” and started running around too. So I started to panic because something was wrong, obviously, but I didn’t know what, and I didn’t know what to do.

Anyway, soon Padme had chased all the chickens together, and then chased them under a bench. She then hopped up onto our wall, and started howling.

I went over, and behind the wall in a ditch was a fricken fox.

I shooed it away, but Padme still stayed on the wall for a long time. Not only had this tiny ass cat stared down a

FOX

That most “ACES ARENT LGBT” or “AROS ARENT LGBT” boil down to (basically)….

“They aren’t oppressed”

Honey, DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE DEFINITION OF SAID WORD? Not the social definition bullshit. 

This is a screenshot from Dictionary.com, one of the “go-to” places on the web, to learn the definition of something.

According to ANY of these definitions, it fucking fits. I’d go into further detail here, but I don’t want to add more length to this post than I have to. 

“They don’t experience corrective sexual assault”

Yes they fucking do. Countless stories (anecdotal or otherwise) proves that asexuals have been sexually assaulted as an attempt to “change” them. Aromantics often are coerced into romantic relationships as a way to “attempt to force them to change”. 

“Cisgender heteroromantic asexuals are basically straight.”

Holy fuck, no. This would be like saying “AFAB {assigned female at birth} bisexual who prefers guys is basically straight”. Do you see how fucking offensive and wrong that is? Asexuals DO NOT experience sexual attraction. Period, end of story.

“Asexuals and aromantics don’t experience harrasement”

Take a peek at “exclusionist” tumblrs folks. 

“Asexuals are synonymous with cellibacy”

Hell to the fucking no. 

“Cisgenders don’t belong to the LGBT community”

Whelp, there’s goes a good chunk of cisgender lesbians/gays, bisexuals, pansexuals/omnisexuals, etc.

“Heteroromantics don’t belong to the LGBT community.”

Again, there goes a bunch of lesbians/gays, bisexuals, pansexuals/omnisexuals, etc.

“Asexuals don’t have a sexuality.”

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

You are not a Mindless Sheep™ for not running a crit blog or agreeing with every crit ever on your favorite show, and neither are you Full of Rage™ for critiquing something you still actually like

for years i have lived this lie telling everyone i am allergic to peanuts because i hate the smell of peanut butter and don’t really like peanut butter that much but whenever i used to tell people i don’t like peanut butter they’d get all defensive like “peanut butter is amazing how do you not like it?!” and then i’d have to go into this whole thing to defend my taste buds.

but then i got tired of it and started telling people that i’m just allergic to peanuts because that way it’s not my fault that i hate the smell of peanut butter - it’s now like i’m a sad little baby who will never get to taste peanut butter ever in her life and everyone feels sad for me.

but the problem is that i really love peanut m&ms and so now i can only eat peanut m&ms when i’m at home in secret. the only person who knows my lie is my husband. and so at work this evening we had a small celebration for someone and they had peanut m&ms and i really wanted some but obviously couldn’t eat them in public because then people would know my peanut secret. 

and so when we got home after work my husband tipped his jacket over and emptied his pockets and at least thirty or so peanut m&ms fell out of his pockets and he whispered, “i was sneakily accumulating them all night for you because i could see the pain in your eyes.”