ATTENTION AT ALL PEOPLE WHO ARE STARTING TO POST CREATIVE STUFF HERE!

ATTENTION AT ALL PEOPLE WHO ARE STARTING TO POST CREATIVE STUFF HERE!

i'm going to make this an actual post because reblogs don't show up on the tag, so hey, q refugees! someone reached out to me and told me about something even i didn't know, but that is a danger to a lot of you migrating.

apparently, a lot of people don't know about this from quotev, so here's something to be made clear:

TUMBLR USES YOU'RE ARTWORK / WRITING / ETC TO TRAIN AI MODELS. YOU HAVE TO "OPT" OUT OF IT

please reblog and make sure that people find out about this- this is new to a lot of people who are coming here from quotev in hopes of having a platform to show their art, etc. even people who don't post art or writing, it's still feeding off you- so it's always best to opt out.

you also have to do this with EVERY blog. more information can be found on the link below, aka the main post.

wondering how to opt out of it? look at the official staff post on the topic. it has instructions and the new policies.

stay safe loves, and don't let tumblr sell you're work to ai's <33.

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Credit to this post:

keeping this

Peeling paint or peeling skin, how do you cover up your sins?

idk if this is a warning to others or a mark of solidarity

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

"if i wanted to clear the canvas, i would have used turpentine." the gasp i gusped. these lines! keep killing it! (no pun intended)

Being Asexual is something I have yet to fully come to terms with, and describing it is difficult.

I have the desire for a relationship. This is not fulled by sexual or romantic desire, but is instead fulled but the need to love someone to the fullest extent. I don’t need someone to love me but I need someone to love. I have so much to give, so much understanding, patience, and want to care for someone.

I would not mind a kiss or a romantic love and label. But those I talk to seem so different.

They have so much fueled desire and passion that later can become love. But I have so much love in my heart to give that if someone came along and understood me I would blossom with a blinding, warm passion. Not fire hot desire, nor sexy, but instead comfort and safety.

The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.

So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.