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I picked 💜 because I care about you and I genuinely hope you can be happy!
T^T
#this is so sweet and nice of you anon 🥺#idk what I did for you to care about me and want good things for me but ty? ;-;#like....wow icb am receiving kind words ;-;#ty for clearing that out btw ^^ I hope happiness and more good things and feelings come your way anon 🖤#have a nice day/night wherever you are#tc and stay hydrated 🖤
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🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
honestly? everything lol
i know i'm not the best at proof reading so there are always dumb typos in my fic and i only ever see them five months after posting
and i have this fear every time i post a new fic, this idea that this is going to be it! this is the fic that will make people realize that i can't actually write and they've all been fooled
idk it's just extremely stressful for me to post (hi anxiety) but with every kind comment or reblog i get, it just makes me so happy that i have to keep going through with it even when i'm feeling insecure
Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks
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Guys I just wanted to say happy gay month/mens mental health awareness month and I hope everyone is doing alright out there :)
#pride month#im trans#hope youre all doing well#fellow homos stand up#skeleton war#im demi and gender fluid.. though usually i use masculine pronouns and stuff#i hope you guys gals and pals all have a nice day/night wherever you are and that you feel safe and supported for you!#demisexual#genderfluid#transgender#demiromantic#free hugs#you are great#mens mental health#awareness
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Saturday Six (Stuff)
The Dude (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru-blog) comes home Monday night!( ´͈ ॢꇴ `͈ॢ)・*♡
I guess the kittehs have been good company. Leeloo has been a typical kitten aka a terror. (^・ω・^ )
As much as I don't want my parents to interfere in my business I do want my mom to ask her bestie, WTF, because I did an estimate for her and I have heard back and I need money like now. Mom said no, and rightfully so, but still, lol.(’-’*)
Speaking of parents, Mom asked me to come hang out at their old people gratitude dinner today. Umm, yeah no thanks. Once was enough. I'm fine hanging out with myself.٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ
Seriously the worst part of being a small business person is worrying about money. We hates it.( •̀ω•́ )σ
And even though he's a jerk about it, Dad is helping me get tires on my car. That's one good thing, he'll always keep the car up. Though he still calls it "his" car. s(・`ヘ´・;)ゞ
Bonus: Happy End of Daylight Saving Time weekend! Tonight most of the USA imitates Cher and turns back time, the Standard clock. WHEEEE. (not fun. We hates the dark) (´~`)
#Saturday Six#About me#Personal#November 4 2023#please do not reblog#Carey rambles about life and stuff and her parents and it's amazing that her mom actually thought that she might be a little lonely which y#But I do not want to hang out with a bunch of old - now sober - drunks - most of whom are jerks anyway and have a pseudo Thanksgiving#I'd rather do accounting - which I actively LOATHE lolololol#And I'm making chili (con carne & frijoles for you sticklers)#so yeah anyway#I'm excited for the dude to come home#I guess - though it's been nice having the house to myself#I hooe their dad has talked to them about working 🙏#Alrighty enough rambles in the tags#I hope you have a great day or night wherever you are#Don't let the current events happening get you down#I hope all your loved ones are safe#Hugssss from mom or just a friend whatever you need right now ٩(๑•◡-๑)۶ⒽⓤⒼ❤💜 💙 💚 💛 ❤️ 💕 💖#I appreciate y'all reading my nonsensical ramblings every time I throw them out! 💗#Now back to your regularly scheduled programming
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just letting you all know that im cozy in bed + dont have to set an alarm 4 tomorrow. just putting it out there for the safety of the public if you think of me right now for the sake of accuracy please think of me as being cozy in bed
#actually had a v nice evening!! finished my book + had dinner + sat in the kitchen talking 2 my flatmates and then played cards with them#4 a few hours :-) get 2 lie in tomorrow but also it is going 2 be a fun day!! excited!!#love you all have a lovely night/day wherever you are xx 🧑🏽❤️💋🧑🏽 <- me and you#(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again
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wait jus curious but do u play guitar?
i saw the lil picrew thingy so i thought id ask. also have a good timezone :D
Unfortunately I don't play the guitar but I do play the cello! When I did the picrew I just saw it and was like- it's close enough. (Hstgsh I probably offended a ton of people by saying that)
Anyway here's a picture!
This is not helping my urge to buy a fyodor cosplay.
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I’m just gonna reiterate my stance on the whole Chris thing because honestly I’m tired of the back and forth because I keep having to go over the same two points, so here they are:
@rassotheraccon wasn’t in the wrong for what they said. They even clarified after the fact that they weren’t trying to imply that Jesson did mistreat their workers, they’re just trying to piece together what little we know since we don’t get many answers from the VAs so we only have one side to work from.
Chris had a right to be upset about what people were saying but I don’t like the way he went about it because he got heated with someone that was being perhaps the nicest about the whole thing in the situation,
#if anyone’s in the wrong it’s me. since I may aswell take all the blame before someone else puts it on me#have a nice day/night wherever you are in the world#drama
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It’s so good to see you back! I hope you had a restful time offline :) You’re a pleasure to have on the dash and make me smile every time I see you. Impeccable taste. You make me wish I understood the intricacies of the TSwift lore. Objectively correct on the Byers Brothers being the best ever!!! (I automatically typed “Byler” oops! XD) Also WillEl Siblings! You remind me how much I love Jonathan specifically. I have the longest queue in history so I apologize that you won’t be getting notes within the next 12 months on some of your stuff, but it’s awesome! You were one of the first ST blogs I followed, and I am so happy that I did! Have a lovely night!
so i'm answering this like two weeks late but let it be known that it's only because i've been keeping this in my inbox to look at repeatedly because it's one of the kindest things i've ever been told on here 🥹
#and YES willel & byers brothers supremacy always always always!!!!#also. i'm like 99% sure i know who sent this and i appreciate you very much!! seeing you in my notifs makes me so very happy :)#hope YOU have the best day/night wherever u are ❤️🥰#answered#anon#nice messages#tws anon
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I told myself I would finally continue Babel after finishing a magic steeped in poison, and now I finished a magic steeped in poison, but do I feel like continuing Babel? Not really :(
#I WANT TO#but the stars are not aligned…..#I don’t want the same to happen with it than what happened with Gideon the ninth#like I LIKED it but it was not the right moment and there was a time crunch so it wasn’t very enjoyable#I’m in the middle of he who drowned the world too but that’s an audio book#so I’d need something to do while listening that#but it’s so late I don’t rly wanna do anything anymore#sigh maybe I’ll just go to bed???? and reconsider tomorrow#read some fic mayhaps#thanks for reading my rambles <3#love you have a nice day/night wherever you are <33#blah
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Half pain by bana but not in a sad way, like the lyric, but just the vibe of the song :)
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#whoa is this the song that vibes my tumblr thing? :0#ty for sending me one anon! and I heard the song and it was a song of an anime I think I watched waaaaayyy before#coz robin looks so familiar to me lol but anywayssss#thanks a bunch for giving me a bit of your time dear 🖤#have a nice day/night wherever you are#stay safe always yeah? and tc🖤
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idk ab u but i honestly find it appalling how they can use ai art lke. ive come across stuff from that ‘artist’ before n if i’m not wrong i believe its ai assisted art which is still at its core a detrimental thing to actual artists and yet theyre out here trying to make it big as a CREATOR like… at this point jus chatgpt ur fics
the use of ai is truly a hot potato, so here's my takes on it 🤧🤧 imo it's okay to use AI as a reference for practice, since i think a couple of artists use AI to study components and coloring techniques– my take is that it's fine to use if people are using it as a reference study and not using it to actually make their artwork, but i wouldn't personally use AI assistance simply because it feels a bit wonky to me.
what's not okay is using AI art, publishing it, claiming it as your own self made art and or denying the use of AI. it's pretty self explanatory.
also!!! i've come across some artists that actually use and let AI help modify/finish their works, idk if said artists are open to talking abt how they use ai but it's usually easy to spot. i personally do not like the idea of it LOL mostly bcs it feels more lifeless(?) and it kind of stunts your progress/growth yk...
you can let it give you directions but dont let it drive ur car. dykwim.
honestly guys i just personally have beef with the ai artstyle bcs it looks wack af LOL I DO NOT LIKE IT AT ALLLLLLL
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Hi! I just finished you hype girl fic, and it’s so well written! Congrats on finishing it <3 i also read your little note on the final chapter and i’m wondering how are you doing and feeling? Please take lots of rests and breaks and don’t tire yourself out too much! Drink lots of water to stay hydrated :D have a nice day!!!!
you’re too kind 😭😭 tbh i am slowly trying to get back into the groove but i’m feeling better! i was overlooking myself and neglecting my needs so i took a long break to rest and recover + reevaluate my life lmao
i’ll be fine so hopefully i won’t have to leave again,, thank you truly for your support 😭 it means a lot that you care!!
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I've received asks on the topic a few times so I think I'd like to address the subject as clearly as I can
Okay, so like. You're on vacation, right? And you decide you want to go swimming. And you could go to a pool, or a lake, or the ocean, or the river. Wherever you want. And you see on the map that there's this one place called The Alligator Hole.
So you go there, and there's a sign on the shore that says "WARNING: ALLIGATORS", right? And you decide to go in. And when you get there, there's alligators. So you get out!
But then you go back in, with a stick, and you start hitting the alligators.
Because you don't want alligators where you're swimming!
And the impulse is understandable, because lots of people don't like swimming with alligators. Alligators are scary. Being in the water with alligators can be very stressful and damaging for people who aren't prepared to deal with alligators.
But at the same time, you must understand- there will probably always *be* alligators. Hitting a few with a stick probably won't eradicate them from the planet. There are SO MANY alligators! All over the world! And the vast majority of them will never ever hurt any swimmers!
And at the end of the day, nobody pushed you into The Alligator Hole, right? You saw a place literally called The Alligator Hole and decided that you wanted to go in there, and then you made life miserable for all the alligators.
Sure, there are places you like to swim where alligators probably shouldn't be- like suddenly, in your bathtub, uninvited and unwelcome, in the middle of the night- but alligators have to go *somewhere*, you know?
So if there are going to be alligators, no matter what, and we don't want to be surprised by them, then isn't it nice that we have places like The Alligator Hole
#I don't mind alligators#Alligators are fine#I don't know how I feel about jumping in a tub full of them#But I don't have to#And they aren't attacking anyone there#So like#Idk#Let them eat deer and shit
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THE GRAVE OF LUST
a/n: this is a very random idea i had of logan not necessarily being able to go at it as he used to. which like yes i love the thought of getting my back snapped by a more energetic logan. this version of him has my heart in ways i'll never be able to explain. it's short but enjoy! divider by the lovely @saradika-graphics.
summary: when his body doesn't work as it used to and the weary bones that poison his soul begin to ache, you take the lead in a dance you know well.
OR giving old man logan sloppy head that he'll think about in the grave and after.
word count: 2k
pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, weary old man logan, domestic vibes, oral (m receiving), spit kink, cumplay, dirty talk, he may be older but he's filthier, unedited + not betad but we live and die by the fucking pen.
He doesn't touch you quickly anymore. His hands don't shove clothes off your curves and grasp your flesh with a growl of impatience. No, he no longer holds the stamina of a younger him who could spend hours between your thighs. His bones are weary, old phantom wounds ache where they shouldn't, and he feels himself step closer to his grave with each day that passes.
His hands move at a steady pace, tugging the fabric of your nightgown up inch by inch. Sleep lingers at the edge of his mind. The knowledge that he'll have to get up early with the sun still hidden from the sky. Yet you'll be here asleep—dreaming of his calloused palms on your soft skin. How he burned himself into your ribs with a kiss.
"C'mere," he mumbled, eyes narrowed and lips parted with a deep withered breath. "Let me touch you."
Denial would be a false tale on your tongue. Depriving yourself of him wasn't an option anymore. When times like this were found few and far between and his touch became a lingering memory in the back of your mind.
You couldn't remember the last time you tasted him. The last time he sunk into your wet heat with a solid groan—the muscles of his back screaming as he held his body above yours.
Age was cruel to a man who used to be so virile. He could recall the hours he took to worship your body—mold you beneath the warmth of his palms. But doing that more often wasn't something he was capable of. He still longed for you. The sounds you made, the way your face twisted in pleasure as you came on his cock, fingers, face. He craved it some nights. He felt it eat him alive.
Tonight was no different.
"How?" you breathed, eyes wide and pleading.
You were so fucking sweet he didn't even have to convince you of this. So ready to let him bring you to that peak of bliss. He could smell the heady scent of your pussy—the way it called to him with shouts of need. And if he was a younger man...he'd have you pinned beneath him. He'd hammer his hips into yours until bruises formed beneath the skin—down into the very muscles of your legs.
His graying hair and weathered face did nothing to stop the lust that poured into your face. Your eyes still drooped, mouth open and chest heaving. And Logan was a fortunate fucking man that you were still here.
So unlike his younger self, he let you take the lead.
"Can I touch you?" you asked so nicely. He groaned at the sound of it, jutting his chin down in a nod as you grasped the button of his jeans.
Any other night you'd let him take you. Give into his languid touches until you came wherever he wanted you to come. This was a rarity the longer you spent bound together by the strings of fate.
Logan fucking loved it. He ached for it on days spent away from you—time he'd never get back. But when he'd find his way home and curl his body around yours, he found that sleep was a better option. You'd heartily agree. If it wasn't for the pounding ache between your thighs each time you caught his eye. Each chance you got to see the thick arms and sun kissed skin that lay beneath his white button downs.
"Been dreamin' about this." His voice echoed with a rasp you'd grown to love. One that screamed exhaustion, yet licked a line of heat up your spine. "Such pretty fuckin' lips."
His thumb dug into the curve of your bottom lip, pulling at it until your mouth popped open. Allowing his finger to press against your tongue—saliva building at the thought of getting him in your mouth. Of him using your throat to get himself off.
You didn't even care if you finished. You just wanted to feel him.
"You're my good girl right?" A moan spilled past your spread lips, eyes fluttering when his pants slipped down and cock came free. "Yeah you are."
"Logan," you sighed. He dragged your spit across your cheek; thumb and forefinger gripped your chin to tilt your head close enough to kiss him. Only to hold you there.
"Keep 'em open baby."
The feel of his length throbbing so close to your chest—precum dotting the tip—drove you mad. You wanted him closer. Wanted to feel the bruising ache at the back of your throat as he pushed too far. Your fingers wrapped around him gently, causing him to hiss at your cold touch. The reminder to take it slow, savor him, rang in your ears. Yet the way he looked at you with a feral hunger you felt in your heart shoved those thoughts to the side.
Within his life there's only been a handful of moments he wished he could go back to. Nearly all of them were with you on nights such as this. When the moon hung low in the sky and dawn felt eons away. If he was lucky he wouldn't have to wake up tomorrow, he'd get to wake up naked by your side and bury himself in your pretty cunt.
Logan was rarely lucky.
His spit landed on your tongue, splattering against the corner of your mouth. He led your mouth down with a firm grip until you hovered directly over his cock. The dark red at the tip made you clench around nothing—the ache spreading to the base of your stomach. Screaming for you to take it. Put your mouth on him and make him finish down your throat.
"There we go," he murmured, watching his spit and yours fall from your mouth—landing directly on his twitching cock. "Pretty ain't it."
"Yeah," you gasped, nails digging into the v of his hips. "Can I taste you? Please."
The deep echo of his laugh shot through your body like a bullet. You could feel it burrow deep within, spreading across each nerve ending and vein. Being so close to what you wanted felt like torture, but with Logan you knew it would be worth it in the end. He never left you wanting.
"'Course honey." His hand cupped the back of your neck, leading you with a soft touch. "It's yours."
Yours. Yours. Yours.
With a moan, you wrapped your lips around the head of him—tongue sliding through the slit. A ragged groan tore from his chest, his eyes boring a hole into the side of your face. The knowledge that he was so far gone for you left a pleasant thrill of warmth to grow in your stomach. This strong, capable man would bend at his knees simply to see you smile.
He was your devotee and you'd become his goddess.
"Fuckin' perfect." His words were a spit of need, fingers digging down into your skin with each flick of your tongue.
You merely held him there. In your mouth with spit coating the hand wrapped around the base of him. His taste flooded your mouth, each drop a nectar you would never have enough of. And he let you have your fill. He lay still on the bed, his breaths coupled with moans as you took your time.
Slipping him a bit deeper, you felt his thighs shift beneath you—a shuddered sigh echoing the small bedroom. You'd barely begun and yet he felt the high of dizziness begin to pull at his mind. Effectively killing whatever sleep called out to him.
"Take a little more for me." He sounded gone. Your lips spread into a smile, bobbing your head and swallowing a bit more with each small thrust. "Fuck yeah. Just like that."
He pushed at the back of your throat, your jaw strained under the width of him. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes, slipping down your cheeks. And he caught them with his thumb, mixing the salt with what spit of his still remained along your skin. Tilting your head slightly, you felt him slip down your throat—your nose finding the graying curls at his base.
The loud growl that ripped through his body was all the reward you needed. He was on the fucking edge. Barely hanging on by the skin of his teeth. And he knew you could tell. His thighs jolted—stomach tensing—and when your hand slipped down to tug at his balls, thumb finding the spot between, he lost it.
Snarling your name, he thrust his hips up into your mouth and felt you choke on him. Your throat constricted perfectly with each cant of his hips down into you. He gave you the opportunity to push him off—get some air down your lungs. You let him keep going—eyes fixed on the way his face screwed up in pleasure. His teeth bared and throat extended.
Another push of your thumb sent him flying over the edge with a shout. The salty tang of him filled your mouth, spilling down your throat with rope after rope of cum. And you swallowed it all despite the searing burn that spread along your esophagus. You took every fucking drop of him and allowed some to remain on your tongue.
To prove that you could take whatever he wanted to give.
"I fuckin' love you," he breathed, cupping your jaw and grinning when you stuck out your tongue—a pool of his spend dripping down your chin.
His fingers scooped it out of your mouth before you could swallow. "Up." He slapped your ass, moving you up and into his lap. "Your turn."
"I’m okay."
The glare he gave you burned its way to your lungs. "Good girls get rewarded." His fingers dipped down beneath your nightgown—pleased to find you bare—and spread his cum along the lips of your pussy. "Don't you want your reward bub?"
"Yes," you whimpered, gripping at his hair. "I do."
"Then take it."
Refusing was no longer an option when the bliss you'd been searching for finally flared to life in your body. His fingers plunged into you, curling and seeking the spot he always found with ease. And with a sharp gasp—your hand yanking at his hair—he knew he'd found it. He smiled at the sight of you. Head back and eyes shut as you fucked yourself on his hand.
"Tell me," he said. Gripping your chin, his lips met yours in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues. He could taste himself in your mouth. His chest rumbled with a soft sigh.
"I love you." The base of his hand ground into your clit, fingers pounding up quicker—faster. And your words pitched high with each thrust.
"I know you do." He kissed your throat, the heat of your body rubbing against his made his cock twitch in interest again. "Love you too baby."
"Fuck!" The coil in your stomach began to unravel rapidly, your body shattering into pieces you'd never find again. And he clutched you tightly to his chest. He watched in rapture at the sight of you shaking, hips bucking against his hand in quick thrusts. "Logan."
Pride bloomed in his chest. "You're perfect."
You collapsed onto his bare chest, spent and exhausted. The final tendrils of pleasure began to ebb out of your body, suddenly replaced by the comfort of him there. You pressed your lips to the center of his chest, teeth dragging along the scarred skin. And he basked in your attention—his hand trailing down your spine to knead the flesh of your ass.
"We should do that more often," you teased, lips finding his in a soft kiss.
He huffed, his eyes falling shut. "I'm too old for that."
"Believe it or not, but you're sexier older."
"Yeah?" He stirred against your stomach. "You like me old and gray?"
"Absolutely."
He smirked, pushing you up his body with slow movements. "Prove it."
#I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM#i wrote it so fast and pretty sure i blacked out#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x f!reader#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett x you#logan howlett smut#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine x y/n#my writing
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seeing a lot of posts floating around about “boohoo europeans can’t handle the heat” type of deal with current, again above average summer temperatures showing up in the news again but weirdly enough most examples people give UNLESS they live right in a desert are just....normal temperatures here anyway? Like yeah it’s 30 to 40 celsius during the day? yes it can get up to that in a car even when it’s colder outside? it’s a fucking car??? and no fans don’t cool down the air, they just push it around so you need an AC or at least a cold wet towel over the fan or something other than it to cool down the room? all that aside from the age old argument of ‘hey did you know that we aren’t used to those temps and houses aren’t build for hot summers but cold winters and due to climate change it’s all a hot humid hell?’
anyhow if you ever wanted to know why i dislike heat-it’s mostly because of the hot humid hell I’d much prefer a 30° summer in spain (beach weather <3) to odd 20°s in germany the past weeks
i am still waiting for temps to drop below 20s at least to go air out my room and cool it down some for the night (and by the night i mean apparently past midnight because the outside is still hotter than the inside for now and i am not going to compromise any of that carefully kept in cold now)
#txts#the only time the windows are left open any amount is during the night#because sooner or later i will need oxygen#sadly....#and i don't have a big built in ac or anything-i rent this place ffs#i do have a small fan+humidifer combo thingie which helps cool down wherever i sit at#my workplace has a rly nice ac#which i always wanna return to once going outside#bc it is just a wall of hot unbreathable air tackling you lol#i'd sleep the day away if i could but A work and B too hot
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I'm back!
Drawing has been a bit rough these days, but I really wanted to post something.
This is a cover I made for a comic I was making, like half a year ago. I never really got to finish it, but I still like some of the sketches so who knows. Maybe I'll post some of them. That is, if I can stop being a perfectionist about it haha.
I hope you all are doing good and have a nice day or night wherever you are :)
#welcome home#welcome home art#welcome home fanart#welcome home frank#frank frankly#bugs#cockroaches#digital art#my art#welcome home puppet show#cover art#window to oblivion
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