#im sorry 😮‍💨

[iliveforaussiegrit]

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[mewtwoandme]

I was hoping this would all blow over, but since it's continuing to happen, now with people attacking other artists of the commewnity. I'm putting out my two fucking cents! Cause this whole art/character theft and pointing fingers, who stole what from who bullshit it driving me up the fucking wall!!

Long story short, it started with me and one other blog whose name I won't mention publicly. Despite the horrible light they tried to paint me in, I don't want anyone going to this person and ganging up on them. This person had some serious bitterness towards more "popular" artists and claimed that I've made characters similar to theirs and once used a pose they apparently used before (which was a very common pose, considering it was a reference from the game version of mega Y). Since then, they had desperately tried to conjure up evidence, narrowing down to the most miniscule detail how I've been stealing from them when I hadn't even known their blog existed until I was forcefully thrown into that unnecessary drama with the unhinged call-out posts they've made. With this being said, I'd like to point out that they never came to me or addressed this concern with me in the first place. They had every opportunity to privately DM me if they had suspected I was "stealing," but no, simply because they already made up their mind that I was a thief, that was a good enough reason to lack common fucking sense and decency, making what should have been a private issue public, going on to villainize and dehumanize me. And apparently, it hasn't stopped with me either, cause recently I've been seeing other artists in the community having to deal with this where people are being white knights on high horses, pointing fingers on how one artist's mewtwo looks "the same" if not "totally identical" as another artist's mewtwo. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence. But what makes me disgusted is that since TC's post, apparently it's had the opposite effect on some people and they're hopping on this blame bandwagon like it's some damn media trend!!!

This is NOT okay! Nothing about this kind of behavior is funny! It's upsetting to all of us. We dont need you causing problems where there isn't any, thinking you're doing us a favor! The majority of us are adults for gods sake! We are old enough where we don't need other people coming to us being tattle tails saying this person did this and that. That's what little children do! If you suspect any form of theft, I think I speak for ALL creators in this commewnity that we'd prefer you DM us privately saying something like "Hey, I think this person is copying you, might wanna look into it." And if possible, provide a link to the art in question, for which we would kindly thank you for making us aware and we'll handle it ourselves from there. Just a brief, yet SIMPLE interaction...that's all we ask!!! Don't even come at me with "Well, it's scary attempting to talk to an artist that's well known." Or dare I say ~pOpUlAr~ If you claim that taking the first step to send me a quick DM makes you nervous, yet you have no problem making public call outs in posts or asks, belittling and degrading what could actually be innocent artists doing nothing wrong, literally leaving yourself open to all kinds of comments and opinions from all kinds of people....I'm sorry but your anxiety isn't as bad as you say it is then, if being rude and ignorant in a public post/ask is easier for you. If you come to us, shaming someone else who 9/10 probably isn't doing anything wrong, thinking you'll be in our good graces for doing so, sorry, you're not going to be told, "Good job!" with a pat on the back and given a lollipop! You're just being an asshole.

Quick reality check for everyone who's made it this far before I end this train wreck of a rant:

People can have similar ideas that coincide with one another! There's only so much you can do when a whole community is focused around drawing the same character! We mainly draw mewtwos and mews, you're bound to find a plethora of similar colors, patterns, and designs because of it! Creativity only goes so far when trying to stay true to a character and not stray too far. It's not a crime to take inspiration from other artists' characters, we actually encourage this! It makes us feel good that you liked something we've done and you want to incorporate it into your own designs! It makes us happy that we inspired you! The line is crossed when someone does a literal copy/paste of a character down to the exact detail, and they call it their own original creation. That my friends is what stealing actually is!

[napping-sapphic]

I want to love someone enough that they no longer feel like they have a gaping hole inside of them but also perhaps more importantly i want to love them enough that they realize that the hole they felt inside of them was never there to begin with, that they’ve never been short of anything and that they’ve always deserved love even when it was hard to find

[renereneo]

sukuna is learning how to use his new phone 🤭

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

[manglednatalia]

If I don't get Sunday x Stelle slowburn fics once he joins the Astral Express, I'll be disappointed to say the least

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

(throwback) SHINee Seek Magazine Vol. 8

[bloodlustknight]

Sweat & Dryer Sheets

Miguel O'Hara x FTM!Reader | WC: 1.4k cw: 18+ mdni, oral r receiving, bottom growth referred to as cock Summary: You and Miguel live together but it's been so long since you've been able to be together.

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆 ࣪ 　 ҉ ⋅⠀✧⠀⋅ 　 ҉ ࣪ 𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

It had been a long day, your body heavy as you open the door to your apartment. The smell of freshly washed laundry hitting your nose.

"Miguel, I'm home," you announce as you enter the living room. That's when you see him; folding clothes and making neat piles on the couch.

He looks up as you enter the room unfurling his brows, face softening.

"Welcome home sweetheart," He stretches out an arm pulling you in as he kisses the crown of your head. You relax into his side, "You smell good."

"How so?" Miguel asks, interest piqued.

"Hmm, you smell like dryer sheets... and a little sweaty." You look up, meeting his eyes. A laugh escapes his throat as his chest rumbles.

"You think that smells good?" Miguel raises a brow fighting back another laugh.

"What? It's nice, smells like home." You reach your hand out, pressing it against his chest, busying yourself with straightening out his shirt.

"Plus, I like it when you get all sweaty." Another laugh cracks through Miguel.

"Oh really?" he says with a goofy grin. He takes hold of your wrist, gently bringing your hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles, giving each a kiss.

His eyes are unwavering as he presses your palm against his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You instinctively pull your hand back, but it doesn't budge. Your eyes widen, and you feel the room heat up. Miguel holds your wrist, firmly pushing his tongue into your palm. Kneading your flesh, sending shivers down your spine. A groan escapes you as he begins to part your fingers. You duck your head breaking from his gaze, face beet red. He looked hungry.

"Please, I want to see that handsome face-" Miguel says between breaths. Suddenly you feel a hand press into the small of your back; before you know it, you're flush against him, forced to look up your breath hitches as you see it. Spit coats the edges of his lips as he makes obscene work of your hand.

"Miguel, please..." you whisper heat pooling at the base of your stomach.

"Use your words, sweetheart." he says, lips leaving your hand.

"The... ah laundry- I can help you with it." This sends him into a laughing fit.

He always managed to get you worked up so easily, none of this was new, but it had been so long since the last time.

"The laundry can wait. I'd like to focus on you." He smiles. That's when you feel a hand snake from your back to right in between your legs, cupping your groin. You grab his shoulders for support as your legs buckle slightly.

"Fuck-" you gasp as he traces your hood. You'd been so busy recently, coming home late and exhausted. It had been so long since you and Miguel's schedules lined up. Even then, at any moment, he could be called out to fight the villain of the week. You didn't realize how sensitive you had become to his touch. How much you wanted, no needed this.

You slide a hand down his chest and slip it underneath his shirt. Exploring his musculature until you reach his nipple pressing your thumb against it. Miguel swallows back a groan as you massage his chest. In what feels like an act of retaliation; he slips his hand into your pants. He takes your cock, giving it a tug. In an instant you push your hips forward, giving him better access, wanting more.

You begin to pull at his shirt frustrated that you're both still clothed and he's got you this desperate.

"Clothes off - please." You huff. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Soon beautiful..." he trails off, your eyes meeting his. It's the first time you notice how red he'd gotten, eyes half-lidded, canines protruding.

He slowly gets down onto his knees, grabbing the backs of your thighs. You stiffen in anticipation, muscles jerking with each kiss he leaves up your thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed cock, his hot breath making you impatient for contact.

You thread your fingers through his hair bracing yourself. He presses his tongue flat against the fabric of your pants. You lean into his touch the layers of clothing making it hard for you to feel him. You tug on his hair desperately, wanting more.

"Please... Miggy" you manage through staggered breath. This time there's no response, he simply pushes his face closer, you now feel his nose press into you as he prods your crotch with licks. He becomes more desperate as time goes on. His heavy breathing a sign of how badly he's been wanting this to. He leaves your groin, cool breath sending shivers up your spine as it hits your now-soaked crotch.

You needed him now, needed to feel his lips wrap around you. You begin to undo your pants, muscles tensing with need. Miguel stills your hands, grabbing your pants by the belt loops and yanking them down with a single tug, a shallow breath leaves you. You weren't the only one who felt desperate.

His hands return, hooking around your legs, his lips swollen as they latch onto your inner thigh. It feels as though he's wound you up, and the smallest of touches could have you come undone.

"Mhm, ah-h" you sputter as Miguel kisses your thighs, stopping at your core, lips ghosting there. He raises a hand slowly pulling back your hood, hips bucking up into his touch. Grabbing onto his hair you brace yourself as he presses his lips against your head. The overstimulation makes every movement electric causing you to hiss through your teeth.

He takes all of you into his mouth, letting out a groan as he feels the weight of you on his tongue. Hollowing out his cheeks he sucks you in, stopping only to lick at your base collecting the mess he's made of you onto his tongue. Each of his groans sends sweet vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

"Hah- you're doing so good, Miguel... so good-" you barely manage to stagger out your praise. He doesn't show it well but Miguel was a sucker for praise. Vulnerability looked beautiful on him. You cherished the time you spent together where guarded walls crumbled.

Your train of thought broken as you feel his lips leave you. He's panting, you're slick covering his face. You can tell he's close, the realization sends your heart pounding. The thought of Miguel getting there just by getting you off. You let out a groan, locking eyes.

"Please Miggy I'm so close," You throw your head back. In a heartbeat, he's back at your core, savoring your taste on his tongue, massaging your cock.

He takes both his hands, spreading you open, your legs bowing. His nose pressed against your cock as he hungrily laps at your sensitive nerves. You feel the pleasure concentrate in your core, building with each stroke of his tongue.

"Yes there, right there!" you keen. All at once you feel the wave that's been building crash over you. Every one of your muscles, tenses as you grip Miguel's hair for dear life. He's holding your legs, ensuring you don't stumble as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've stilled, panting, you look down at him. As you brush your fingers through his hair, you can't fight off the goofy smile on your face.

"What was all that for?" you chuckle. He leans into your touch.

"I don't know... it's been a while, I missed you." He says loud enough just for the two of you to hear.

You help Miguel as he slowly begins to rise. Taking his face into your hands, you wipe yourself off the edges of his lips.

"I missed you too." You say giving him a peck on the cheek. Miguel buries himself into the crook of your neck.

"Mhhhm," he breathes out, a smile on his lips.

"You smell good."

[chryblossomjjk]

[acebytaemin]

I apologize in advance for the length of this ask + if it makes you uncomfortable, but i see you as an ~older wiser figure~ AND i had no one to talk to because i am so embarrassed 🥲 I am 25 and a virgin and i KNOW, theoretically, that it is NOT a big deal,.. but last week i was hanging out with my girlfriends and they were Pushing me to tell them if i have ever had sex. I just don't talk about stuff like that lol. I was humiliated beyond comprehension in the first place to say the Least, but i said No and suddenly they were so weird about it. Like the energy shift... oof... Honestly, i already feel bad and incompetent and i know you can't relate to me at all but i feel SO bad and thought that writing it all down will help me. Sorry for yelling into your inbox and thank you for listening i feel insane 🫠❤️‍🩹

oh angel first of all im so sorry it makes you feel that way and that your friends reacted like that.. if it makes you feel better im 29 (almost 30!) and also a virgin without an ounce of embarrassment about it. from my pov it truly shouldn’t make you feel incompetent at all (as if it’s a feat to go out and have sex Pleaseeee). also i find it totally bizarre that something so intimate and highly subjective/personal is considered a rite of passage or whatever.. these things should happen only if and when you’re ready and willing and to me the frequency with which you have or don’t have sex literally doesn’t matter any more to your worth/description as a person than like.. your food preferences or your taste in music. it’s literally just something people do when they want to and not some big all consuming thing that should change people’s view of you. i really really hope that you feel better about it (and tbh, i mean this as gently as possible, that you get surrounded by better, kinder people too) 💖

[casuallyobssessed]

feverishly writing some kinda fucked up stalker!neo based on @/97keanu's j.ai bot 🫡 gonna try to finish it in time for Keanuween :3c

[coldbam]

the more i see people jumping to “I DONT WANNA SEE IT” re: SILLY UNFOUNDED JUST FOR FUN eddie/priest spec the more it’s making me and i hope others want to write it

[cephydeluxe]

was making an angsty shakarian playlist when i looked at the date and realized it was N7 day……… huh

anyway happy N7 day to my precious train wreck mass effect trilogy🎉🥳

[buckysbarnes]

JOE KEERY as WALTER “KEYS” MCKEY FREE GUY (2021) • DIR. SHAWN LEVY

[choccorin]

[twnj]

“Mister Nara?”

Temari turned to find the source of the small voice that had called for Shikamaru and found a child a few metres behind them. He stood, clinging to a copy of a local magazine, eyes wide and face bright with awe.[...]

“Hello,” he said softly. “What’s your name?”

The voice was so small that Temari didn’t catch it, but she saw Shikamaru nod and outstretched his hand. The little boy took it and shook it enthusiastically.

“It’s good to meet you, man. Are you from here?”

The child nervously smiled, then nodded.

“That’s cool,” said Shikamaru. “I’m from Finland. You ever go there?” He waited for the little boy to shake his head. “That’s okay; neither has she.” His thumb jutted over his shoulder, prompting a fierce flush of red to Temari’s cheeks. The little boy giggled, which only heightened the feeling, but Shikamaru’s warm smile softened it slightly.'

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya