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I'm gonna be honest, if a Tumblr post mildly shitting on what you perceive as a flaw you have, has the capacity to make you give up on pursuing writing, then you're the type of artist who's going to be unwilling to improve or learn and will forever create bad art, which is still art, but not something I think even the people around you would lament on "missing out". The alternative is also you're the artist who will double down on said flaw just to "spite the critics", which if you also embody the average fandom tumblr-user, will probably result in the most tone deaf racist art imaginable. So also, not a big loss.

Bad art has worth. Even if it is just to the artist, that is enough. I agree with the writing advice here and I agree that you shouldn't get so discouraged by a single tumblr post that you quit forever, but what is this nonsense that it's only worth making things if they're good? Or even more ridiculous, that if you express your discouragement here you're on the fast track to racist trash???

Glad someone more eloquent laid this out, bc fucking hell OP is being a self important asshole who got annoyed at something and decided that means anyone who disagrees is being overly sensitive.

If you need a gimmick blog to explain why I'm wrong then maybe you should start doing writing exercises and stop focusing so much on your shit OCs

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i be in the boy’s bathroom like

used to think it terribly silly (and kinda funny) when fantasy or sci-fi stories would have people refer to major recent historical events as The Flood or The Incident or The Revolution, and im sure historians fucking hate that because it's not helpful or descriptive, but we sure do be calling it The Pandemic