#i am asking myself why

[originalartblog]

Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.

If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.

[the-chaos-goose]

[andsewingishalfthebattle]

Novice sewing pattern: Cut out shapes. Line up the little triangles on the edges. Stitch edges together. We've also included step-by-step assembly instructions with illustrations.

Novice knitting pattern: yOU MUSt uNDerstANd thE SECret cOdE CO67 (73, 87, 93) BO44 (63, 76, 90) 28 (32, 34) slip first pw repeat 7x K to end *kl (pl) 42 * until 13" (13, 13, 15) join new at 30 pl for 17 rows ssk 27 k2tog mattress lengthwise BO and sacrifice a goat to the knitting gods. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT "INSTRUCTIONS," I JUST GAVE THEM TO YOU

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

if you struggle with mental health, one piece of advice i would genuinely give you is learn to knit.

or crochet: something repetitive to do with your hands, assuming you're capable of it. if you're like me and learnt to knit as a kid but let it lie fallow for a long time, it may be that starting a large, simple project (for me it was a cloak, but a blanket could work too) gets you back into it. or maybe doing something smaller, idk. i personally found socks really hard for a while because they felt smaller than my cloak but weren't getting Done quick enough for me. as i've sped up i find it more interesting to knit socks.

regardless, a repetitive task is great for emotional regulation (also see: autistic stimming), and something that you can look at and go hey i've done something, unlike simply using a fidget toy, can also help to pick your mood up when the brain is being cruel.

it's also useful as a conversation starter or distracter if you don't know what to talk about. if you're wanting to talk to older people also you're more likely to reel them in with knitting (i work better with older people, and 99% of people who ask what i'm knitting are older than me). it also gives you the opportunity to not make eye contact because you're busy knitting, even if you're still carrying on a conversation. if you're absolutely stuck for conversation you can count your stitches and people might stop bothering you.

if you have trouble focusing without doing something with your hands, you can knit! i knit a lot in church, and it helps me to focus on what's being said.

i probably have more reasons you should pick up knitting, but i can't recall them right now, so yeah.

[bixels]

hey um. u sure make a lot of art about lesbians for a man. you're normal about us, right? ;;

What? Yeah, I’m normal about y’all.

[nocofamilyau]

so much for his day off, eh? (1/8)

[sweetgaleria]

Help a college student graduate by answering a survey!!

Hey!! Are you over 18 and in the miraculous fandom? Then this is for you!!

Hi everyone, this is my last semester of uni, and one of my final projects to be able to graduate is to write a scientific paper. I'm writing an article about adult fans of children's animation, specifically Miraculous Ladybug. My goal is to understand what makes adults (like us) want to join fandoms centered around shows aimed primarily at children, and to do that I'd love to hear directly from the source! The survey takes around 10 minutes to answer, it's 100% anonymous and it would help me immensely!

>>Click here for the survey<<

I need at least 30 people to answer, but honestly the more the merrier! I've also made a little thank you gif at the end, so if you see it let me know! If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask, as well!

Please reblog so it can reach more people! Thank you so much!

[emry-stars-art]

Have you ever heard the noises axolotls make? its kinda quiet blub!, when they reach the surface of the water to gulp down some air. Anyway any time i see JellyNeil my mind immediately goes to Neil just making that noise

I HAVE NOW. wow I made a reel for the first time in forever just so I could get this across properly, here you go

(Audio from this YouTube video)

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

[sadclowncentral]

Your brother single?

EVERY single time i post about my brother you guys want to date him. disgusting. yes he is single. if you want to date a bisexual idiot who only thinks about boats, chilling, chilling on a boat, and being a menace to society, who says two words per day on average, who once broke his shoulder on a scooter, blew up a garage door with dynamite, welded a coffin because he was mad at his boss, who once threw a party in the sewers, and the last time i saw him climbed through the second story window of my aunt's house because "that makes it a real suprise visit", by all means. that's on you. but do NOT complain to me afterwards

serious inquiries only.

[its-not-sof]

3:33am

mark smut + fluff

“That feels nice…”

Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.

“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.

Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.

“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.

“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.

Your heart began to race.

“You.”

At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.

He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”

Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.

“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.

His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.

You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.

“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.

“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.

His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.

He toyed with the lace trim before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.

“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.

Mark hummed against your neck.

“Lie down for me, Y/N,”

You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.

“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.

“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.

You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.

“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.

His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.

You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mark, I— ah!“

You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.

His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.

You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.

He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.

“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“

You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.

Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.

“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.

“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”

You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.

“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.

“Now let me take care of you, please?”

[meadowlarkx]

sexiest silm line contenders

"Beware therefore how you princes of the West bear yourselves; for I am the Lord of Beleriand, and all who seek to dwell there shall hear my word."

"But Maedhros laughed, saying: 'A king is he that can hold his own, or else his title is vain.'"

[thatdeadaquarius]

Your writing is so amazing! 😲

You mentioned that you like people sharing blurbs so I thought I’d share one!

In Sagau I imagined the statues of the creator to have an aura around it. Like it changes depending on their mood. so sometimes people will visit the statues to feel closer to the creator or to talk to the statue. It would be customary to visit the statues when one is really happy to share their happiness with the creator. Which would cause little bursts of happiness within the creators everyday life.

I just thought it was a sweet headcanon to share! I hope you have a good day!

AHH this got buried in my asks :'(

GOD UR SO SWEET IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS FUCK ME-

This gif is what it feels like when ppl send me little snippets or blurbs fr:

Just 😭😭😫😫😫🤲💌💌💝❤️‍🔥💖💔💕💗💝💘💓💞💗✨️

Thank you so saying that about my writing 🥺<333

this is actualy the best headcanon, i love worldbuilding stuff like this, like reader having statues/how ppl treat them/emotive statues like?? genius??

idk if yall are into the ship, but the worldbuilding in this zhongli/childe fic goes so hard, and this kinda reminded me of how the author descibed genuine/"filling" offerings to the gods being like, less of a business transaction and more of a, "i got so happy seeing all the flowers i handmade a flower crown just to share it with you!" and THATS what you give a god to give them a satisfying meal

EDIT 4/10/24: SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT FIC NAME AND LINK HERE YA GO <3

anyone that being all said i like to take ur headcanon in that way, where ppl make a song or something w/lots of emotion (usually positive) and send it ur way as an offering <3

THANK U AND SORRY AGAIN FOR NEVER REPLYING,

Safe Travels Pebbles,

💀♒

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[trensu]

Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)

A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey. 

I need you to find someone. 

He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.

He’s too far from me to reach.

He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.

He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.

“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.

“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking. 

“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”

Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.

“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”

yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.

[rollercoasterwords]

[nuppu-nuppu]

Do you guys have any tips on how to take care of yourself and your environment when you’re kind of at a low point where you have no energy to do anything...pls help