every day I learn bot comments on ao3 are stooping lower and lower

anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what I’ve heard) it’s because they want to “safely” steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since “there’s no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by you” because the original source has already been deleted.

THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was “ao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourself” then it was “this work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the police” (yes, that’s how desperate these bots are), and now it’s this.

report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if they’re not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who don’t deserve your time or attention.)

seeing everything from the stranger things premiere is making me so nostalgic for that time I wrote an official podcast for netflix all about Robin!

I'm so grateful to netflix for letting me tell a small, personal story about being young and feeling different and finding your queerness!! and to Maya Hawke for being just an absolute DELIGHT to work with!

if you're eager for season 5 and want something to pass the time, take a listen :)

(and if you're looking for more stories centered on queer people and finding yourself (and also the power of music to overcome anything), check out my new project Phantom Pulse!)

sometimes I miss the days when gen ai didn’t exist and no artists ever got their hard work mistaken for ai

ao3 turns 16 today.

reblog if you’re older than archive of our own

Pathetic podcast protagonist is such a male dominated industry

Petition for more women to be pathetic podcast protagonists. Like yes queen, experience the horrors

Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.

I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.

Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.

On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.

We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.

A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.

But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.

Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.

We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.

🧡 How You Can Help

This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.

If you can spare anything, it will help us:

My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.

🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me

I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.

They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.

watching high potential and everytime they're on screen together I think of this meme. easily one of my top ten dynamics <3

HEXPRESS HOTLINE SEASON 1 IS OFFICIALLY AIRING 🎉

Circe tackles a successful day of cursing, from cheating partners to rude exes. Brendan delivers a package. The Baron contemplates life.

EPISODE ONE -LISTEN NOW ✨

since starting @atypicalartists in 2019, I've made a lot of art I'm really proud of. art that's straight from my heart and art that's from incredible people I've long admired and feel honored to have worked with.

I've also directly engaged with more systems of power and oppression in the last 6 years than I had in the previous 28. the reality of having employees, making sure they have healthcare and visas to work in this country, trying to do everything I could to keep those healthcare and visas for them when a global pandemic hit, succeeding in some ways, failing miserably in others, dealing with USCIS and deportations, applying for government loans and union status in a time when both those institutions were underwater and abandoning the most vulnerable.

all the while, still trying to make art. still trying to pay artists. still trying to pay my rent and the rent of incredible creatives whose very existences were being attacked and are still being attacked. meanwhile the companies that dictate the tides of my industry callously perform mass firings and hand over millions of dollars to AI systems that don't work and when I do get a job that pays well, I'm somehow still facing disrespect and blatant misogyny despite being the most experienced person in the room.

but I push ahead. as do so many of my amazing colleagues who make engaging, heart-wrenching work every day that doesn't get heard by nearly enough people due to the soul-swallowing churn of The Algorithm. even when we have to get other jobs, or bite our tongues on bad projects, or give up this or that dream, we still keep making our art.

and for the last 6 years, my art hasn't really engaged directly with allllllll that. I wrestle with government agencies and strikes and fortune 500 companies and part-time work and then I push that all into a box in my mind and sit at my laptop and type my little stories. and I love my little stories. but the box in my mind has been getting overfull. and shit has started tumbling out.

that's what TWO THOUSAND AND LATE is. it's me taking that box and upending it, letting everything inside spill onto the floor. it's messy and imperfect and angry and the rawest, most reactive thing I've ever made. it's very different from my other work and I'm really nervous about it.

but I couldn't keep shoving things into that box. I had to let it out. and it was fucking cathartic. I hope you look at my brain box shattered and splattered across this story and find some catharsis too.