#w my username removed and no reference to the fact that I even made it

[melrosing]

hmm so after seeing my art used in a number of TikTok vids, uncredited and often with my signature cropped out of the art itself, I am going to have to say pls stop fucking doing that??

personally I don’t mind all that much people reposting my art on other platforms so long as it’s credited (though other artists feel differently and their requests that their work is not reposted at all should be respected); it can be quite weird coming across of a piece of yours on another platform you don’t post to, where it’s garnered dozens of comments you never even saw - so I think asking is always polite, as it gives the artist oversight of that much. again, for me personally credited reposts aren’t a huge bother, but others will feel differently so pls heed their individual stances

The TikToks are kind of another level though. It’s already quite presumptive imo to use someone’s work in a transformative piece (i.e. with editing, captions, music, and other pieces/narratives) without any kind of permission from the artist themselves, but to do so without so much as linking back to the artist themselves when you are garnering thousands of views using their work, and even cropping out the signature, is just fucking rude lol.

Like there are users posting every day with hundreds of engagements on each video and it hasn’t occurred to them that it may be a basic courtesy to link back to the creators of the works they’re using?? as I say, you should be asking to use other people’s art, especially transformatively, but crediting the art is an absolute bare minimum and you can’t even manage that??

not gonna call out specific users on TT who are doing this but one at least I know has been confronted before and continues to use the art even of creators who state upfront they don’t want their stuff reposted anywhere - so pls have some manners and respect their requests, and ask where it’s unclear!!!

and again if you’re not even gonna CREDIT then where did you find the effort to make the video in the first place cos I know simply naming the artists you used takes like five seconds.

[cosmicdaya]

look-alike, love again | part 3

{summary} : someone learns more about someone

{warning} : swearing ( spoiler-free )

{word count} : 1749 words

{pairing} : smol bean!peter parker x reader, fuckboy!tom holland x reader

{requested} : no one

{type of story} : series

{continuation} : (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

{author’s note} : thank you so much to those who loved this series!! Thank you so much for your support and love! Plus I will only continue this series if it reaches more than 150 notes I WATCHED IW AND I CRIEED (no spoilers tho) pssst #lalaps

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You dragged your pillow and your blanket all the way to Room 305, where Ned, Peter, Michelle and Rowan were awaiting your arrival. You knocked on their door a few times, before deciding to call one of them. As you unlocked your phone, the door swung open to reveal Rowan in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

You plopped yourself down on the couch as you hugged your pillow tightly. You stared at the television, not paying attention to the movie playing.

“Hey Y/N, you okay, man? What did you mean by you were fucked in the groupchat?” Ned asked you, bringing a bowl of ice-cream to eat.

You snatched the ice cream from him and started eating it as he looked at you in shock.

“Okayyyyy, that means our girl is in big trouble now. Ok, honey spill the tea,” Michelle announced.

You told them everything about how to tried to kill Mr Harrington and how you are stuck with an annoying dumbass as a roommate.

“Oh shit, bro. That’s so bad. I would probably go crazy if I was in your shoes,” Rowan slung an arm around you as you kept eating Ned’s ice-cream.

“Where’s Pete?” you asked, realizing the absence of your friend.

“Oh, he’s at the library to do some revision. He did text me saying that he is on his way,” Ned replied.

You nodded your head, setting down your bowl of ice-cream on the table. You heard a knock on the door and went to open it. You saw Tom standing there.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” you asked, confused.

“What do you mean, Y/N? I am Peter,” Peter clarified, knocking you into your senses.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that my mind is pretty messed up these days,” you scratched the back of your neck, trying to cover up the fact that you mistook him for Tom Fucking Holland.

He gave you a boyish smile which made your knees weak. It’s not that you didn’t like him, maybe you did. It’s just that you were too afraid to tell him that you like him and no one knows about your not-so-little crush on him.

“Why are you here? Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! uhm, uhm,” he started to stutter, making a mess out of himself.

“Ah, it’s just that my roommate has some important stuff today, so I will be crashing here today,” you explained to the cute boy in front of you.

“Where are you sleeping tonight? ‘Cause Rowan’s room is under ‘construction’,” he said using air quotes.

“Oh, Y/N, I can crash with MJ and Rowan, you can stay with Peter,” Ned said to you.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and you gulped and saw Peter who was as pale as a ghost.

“Is it ok with you, Pete?” Ned asked Peter, sending a wink at his way that you were unsure why.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I am going to my room to freshen up first. Y/N, you can just come in,” Peter proceeded to walk to his room.

You cleared your throat and picked up your stuff, heading to his room.

Oh boy, it’s going to be a long night.

You sat down on Peter’s bed as you took in your surroundings. You noticed that his room was a light shade of blue filled with everything related to Star Wars and Tony Stark. You smiled widely as you saw the Star Wars poster you gave to him on his 15th birthday hanging on the wall.

You reached for the nearest magazine and started reading it as you waited for Peter. As the bathroom door opened, you smelled the manly smell of his body gel. Peter walked in with a towel loosely hanging on his hips, his rock hard abs on show for you.

Your cheeks turned so red and you tried to calm yourself down but unfortunately for you he took no notice of you. When he was going to remove his towel, you cleared your throat loudly to inform him of your presence.;

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I am s-s-sorry, I didn’t-um- notice that you w-were here,” Peter stuttered as he scrambled around for his pants. You turned around as he wore his boxers and slung a tank top over him.

“It’‘s okay, Peter. Anyways, I should say thank you to you as I am crashing at your place,” you said.

He gave you a soft smile as he sat down next to you. You could feel the body heat emanating from him and it gave you comfort as you were shivering.

“So, movie night or...drama series night?,” he raised his eyebrows.

Fuck, that was cute.

“We have class tomorrow but it starts late. I don’t know,” you reasoned.

“So, drama series night it is,” he said as he turned on Gossip Girl for you to watch.

You snuggled up close to him as he lay an arm over your shoulder. The comfort of you against him slowly lulled you to sleep.

The only thing you remember before going to sleep is Peter setting down on the bed.

You woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring loudly, threatening to rip off your eardrums. You tried to reach it to press the Snooze button but something was holding you down, not allowing to move.

Wait, this doesn’t even sound like my alarm...

You opened your eyelids to see a creamy pale neck and chest. You looked up a little and saw Peter’s arms around you in a hugging manner with a bare chest. You felt content and happy looking at the view in front of you. You could stay like this forever.

What the fuck, man? Come back to your senses!

You tried to move from your spot without waking up Peter, but you were futile at your attempt.

“Hey Y/N, good morning, love,” he said as rose, rubbing his eyes to make his vision clearer.

You gave him a soft smile before you looked at the clock near the bedside. The LED screen showed that the time was 8.00 am in the morning. Your class starts at 8.45 am.

“Oh shoot, Pete. I have to go now as my class starts soon. See ya soon!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your stuff and made a beeline for your room.

Peter just sat there smiling like a goof, reveling in the fact that you just slept with him, not in that way, but in a good way.

As you were heading to the cafeteria after the class, you stopped by the receptionist to take a pamphlet concerning an extra course that you were planning to take. 

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a notice in your peripheral vision. The notice said “ SUMMER PLAY : The Prince and The Pauper” and to also include the name of those who are interested. You grabbed a pen and scribbled down your name as fast as you could.

MJ, Ned and Rowan were waiting for you at the cafeteria, because Rowan wanted to meet up and tell you guys something about Tom.

“Ok, as we all know, Tom is a playboy who is rude to everyone and I found out the cause of it,” Rowan crossed her fingers in a sassy way.

“Wait, I thought that was a disorder he was born with?”

“Ned, that’s just plain rude, man,” Michelle frowned.

“Okay, okay, I was just joking. Come on, Rowan, spill the beans,” Ned raised his hand in a surrendering motion.

“So, Tom used to date a popular girl called Laura in high school. Their relationship looked good on the outside but actually it was wrecked as hell. There were also rumors that Tom went through depression,” 

“Just one day before their two year dating anniversary, Laura broke up with Tom because she was cheating on him all this while. Tom then changed school and no one from his old high school heard from him ever again,”

“How sure are you of this?” Ned raised his eyebrows.

“My sources, I have. Very trusty, they are,” she replied with a smirk.

“A very good reference, that was,” Ned let out a hearty laugh.

Tom laid against the couch of the common room, the soft glow from the television illuminating his face. He slowly played with the curls of his hair absentmindedly.

His thoughts were filled with you. Thank God, he didn’t have any classes today or he wouldn’t have paid attention. It wasn’t like he ever paid attention anyways.

Why didn’t she sleep here?

Does she hate me that much?

A soft rustling sound from the other side of the room woke him up from his thoughts. He first shook it of as the sound of leaves rustling, but he got alerted when he heard a loud thud.

He took the baseball bat that you used and held it in a ready-to-strike position and tried to find the source of the sound. He let out a breathy gasp as he realized it was coming from your room.

Is she sneaking in?

Tom’s hand was on the door knob as he tried to steady his breathing before opening the door. When he opened the door, he got the shock of his life.

It was Spider-man on the floor clutching his side.

“Holy shit, you are Spider-man! My childhood idol!,” Tom practically shouted on the top of his lungs.

“Dude, chill. Where’s Y/N?” the masked hero asked without looking at Tom.

“Oh, she’s not here yet. Wait, how do you know her?” he asked her.

Spider-man just responded to him with a grunt as tried to stop the blood flow from his side. Tom noticed the blood seeping through his suit and his mask and ran to the common room to take the first-aid kit.

“Wait, you can’t take off my mask!,” Spider-man protested as Tom tried to pull off his mask.

“Then how you expect me to treat you?!” Tom shouted in his face.

The masked superhero reluctantly took off his mask to come face to face with his doppelgänger.

“What in the world?” Peter muttered under his breath as both of the young teenagers stared in disbelieve.

“Do you know you look like Tom Holland?” Tom asked Peter.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Me, Bitch,”

( pls stop me from quoting vines )

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