Everyone Talks About Mask Kink Simon, But What About Simon Who *hates* Wearing His Mask During Spicy

I'm easily manipulated by hairy chests

I remembered how to draw ghost. Had to rizz him with the 'tism. This man 100% eats his smarties in colour order.

how do you feel about writers who don’t use ai, like chatgpt, to write their work, but to help improve it in some way like grammar, vagueness, etc. i’ve seen writers who do this and wanted to see how you felt.

also, i love your work.

Same thing I'd say to someone who'd ask, "How do you feel about artists who don't use AI to draw, but they use it later on to form the hard parts like hands and hair, and smooth the rendering?"

I'd say you're handicapping yourself in your craft, and you'll never grow as a creator from where you are now.

There should be no stigma about sharing badly written fic, because we all have to write it bad before we can write it well. The process of making mistakes and not noticing them, and writing anyway is how you grow. The process of finally noticing your mistakes, and brainstorming ways to correct them that works for you is how you grow. The process of realizing that now that you're not making mistakes, you have capacity for adding unique greatness is how you grow.

It's a step by step process, and you will never make a great fic until you've made your share of bad ones.

Write it bad.

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

OBJECTIVE: Meet Ghost at the Church

Daddy dom Price and his sweet, independent girl who can turn her brain off when she’s around him.

Ghost being the drama queen

something something johnny very seriously asking you to put him in a cock cage two weeks after his vasectomy because he doesn't think he has the willpower to not cum in you for 12 weeks and the cock cage was closer than the near empty box of condoms in the bottom drawer of the beside cabinet something something