Rb With Your Most Common Recurring Theme In Your Nightmares. Mine Is Pregnancy

My followers know I hate talking about politics and current events, and generally refuse to do so, but this is important.

A bill has been introduced in the US that would make all pornography a federal crime. Owning it. Creating it. Distributing it.

Under this law, fanart of nude characters would be a federal crime.

Under this law, depictions of homosexuality or simply being transgender, would be considered pornography and a federal crime.

This bill is not going to pass.

However, the reason for this bill is to continue to push the "overton window". The reason for this bill is to make banning pornography seem more and more normal to everyone until they can actually do that.

And remember, they consider depictions of gay characters and transgenders characters "pornography" in any context, including platonic.

They have been working on this for a decade now and it has been working.

If you are one of the people in fandom who thinks that "nasty" porn on AO3 should be banned because it's "icky" or "immoral", then this mental scam is working on you.

Censorship is never about protecting people.

Censorship is always about control.

Do not let the rising moral panic affect your mind and make you weak to propaganda that lets others control you and control what you watch and read.

Do not fall for the scam.

When they say they are going to ban "pornography" it means they're going to ban anything they don't like by calling it "pornography" and they don't like you!!

i need the clip here actually

transcript:

Gem, moving Scar and Grian's heads around in REPO: [giggle] We could- we could play with them, like they're dolls. They should get married. Or fight it out. Somewhere.

They could get married. Scar's got like a tiara on. It's perfect. [moves Grian to a corner] We'll put him there, [grabs Scar] and then he can walk down the aisle. [starts humming wedding march as she pushes them together]

Skizz: Who's getting married?

Impulse: Who's get- Aww!

Gem: These two, look!

Skizz: Awwww!

Impulse: How cute! Can I be the best man?

[Skizz continues humming wedding march]

Gem: Grian, you may now kiss the bride.

Impulse: I'm Grian's- I'm Grian's best man.

[Gem picks up Grian, pushes him against Scar and makes kissy noises repeatedly]

Impulse: Skizz, you be the maid of honor.

Skizz: I'll be... I'll be, I'll be- WOW! I'm Scar's best man.

Impulse: That works too.

Gem: How many times is it too many times to kiss at a wedding?

Skizz: You know what? It's their day.

Impulse: Like-

Skizz: You let it ride.

Impulse: Yeah. Yeah.

Skizz: I want it- I want it to get so crazy that people in the audience are like "we should maybe leave"

Impulse: Yeah it needs to get uncomfortable

You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium

Oh dear.

Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.

Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)

BUT

Fandoms are built on a social contract that says we respect each others work, the effort people put into their art. We don't steal or disrespect the work of our peers. By feeding people's fanworks to AI you both steal and disprect it, and we need to make people realize that before it's too late--before fandom falls apart, because there will be no more real, actual fanworks.

Disrepectfully,

Orlissa

(i can't believe I have to say this)

XV. Future

This is part of continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

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The ambiguity of their relationship hung in the air. A limbo of the past and future.

Mornings they still had breakfast.

Now there was a gentle caress of hands as Harry made the food and Draco brewed the tea and coffee.

Nights they still had dinner.

Yet there were heated glances shared across the table, every look a promise.

Afterwards they still built their puzzles.

With the addition of kissing. Lots of kissing. Draco no longer felt worried Harry would catch him staring since the other would do the same and then they would kiss again.

The lines blurred and Draco didn’t know which ones he was crossing. Hunted with the mistakes of his past and the fear of the future, he chose to enjoy the limbo. To live within their gap and be happy with the present.

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Please call this recession the Trump Slump.

We need to put Trump's name on this.

before you stab someone: THINK!

how can you make it Tender?

how can you make it Homoerotic?

how can you make it Implicitly intimate?

how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?

how can you make it Kind of gay?

XX. Reverie

This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

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Walking among muggles stopped feeling alien around Draco’s third visit to muggle London. It became outright dull by his tenth, and was only ever interesting when Harry came along. Not because the crowds shifted toward Harry Potter like in the wizarding world, but because spending time with Harry had simply turned enjoyable.

They started to make grocery runs with each other, brainstorming what they (Harry) would make for mealtimes. 

Draco felt himself decay with the candied reveries of mundane domestic life turned into reality.

Harry side-eyed him as he added another bag of bonbons to their cart. So what if he had a sweet tooth?

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“You’ll be all right,” Elphaba said, “now you’re a seasoned traveler. This is just the return leg of a voyage you already know.” She put her face against Glinda’s and kissed her. “Hold out, if you can,” she murmured, and kissed her again. “Hold out, my sweet.”

I AM PULVERIZED

even though nobody gaf here are my potter-malfoy family headcanons… partially inspired by scorpius in the fic ‘a big black sky’ bc he’s literally the babyest baby to ever baby

reblogs would be sooo cool maybe.. aha ha..

i no longer respect the hustle i want universal basic income and dignity for everyone