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#my name is constantly misspelled so im used to spelling it right after i say it#like at the pharmacy or the docs office#there's a famous astronaut that shares my name with the same spelling#but it's more commonly spelled in a different way
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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
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How to Love and Care for Yourself More
1. Interrupt the denigrating, negative self talk.
2. Don’t beat yourself up when you get something wrong.
3. Give yourself credit for the ways you’ve changed and grown.
4. Say something good about yourself every day.
5. Refuse to fixate on the things that could go wrong.
6. Believe that you are worthy of unconditional love.
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abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao
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do you ever see someone in some quiet intimate moment and suddenly love them so desperately you feel like you’re dying
#like when they pass a mirror and make a face and mess with their hair a little #or when you hear someone singing in their car with the windows rolled up as they drive past you #i don’t know how to express this i just. people are people and it makes me so sad and filled up sometimes
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He probably wears too much product in his hair and talks entirely too loud in sensitive situations. He uses weaponized incompetence to get you to do stuff for him all the time. He thinks he's God's gift, but your friends hate him and eventually refuse to hang out with you when he's around. He's rude and selfish. always putting himself and his needs before yours. You resolve almost weekly to put him out to pasture, but when he begs you not to leave (with his hand down the front of your pants), you cave. Every time. He's good to you, you think. He loves you. Can't live without you, baby. You're so good to me.
I want to be loved/cherished/respected in a real romantic relationship (and I am!), but I can't deny the pull of wanting to write about something toxic and harmful with some guy who just oozes disrespect and cockiness and ego. Who would make you feel like shit but then love you so good you can't see straight. That push and pull, the passion, the knowledge that there's someone out there who's better for you but you love him, and you don't feel as if you deserve anything better because you know his ins and outs (and he knows yours) and it's a comfortable discomfort to know that at the end of the day, he might (not) be there for you, but fuck if you don't save him leftovers from dinner or sleep on your own side of the bed or wear his shorts to sleep in. He's awful. He's mean. You love him.
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Went a bit more existential with this one.
Holy
Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
Smut (18+), MDNI
You’re beautiful there, spread out on his cot.
Of course, he thinks you’re beautiful everywhere - in the light of the morning sipping coffee; in the golden afternoon as you’re sneaking treats to his horse. In the sparkle of nightfall, where the stars and campfire dance in your eyes.
But here, here, is where he thinks you’re most beautiful. Utterly bare and chest heaving in his cot, the low light of the lantern illuminating the curves and divots in your skin. You’re beautiful here, in the midnight hours, completely his.
Your sweat-dotted skin and tousled hair, pebbled nipples and the dewy sheen of wetness that he can see on the dark hair that shrouds your cunt.
You are the most beautiful, holy thing he’s ever seen as you open your legs farther, smiling up at him as he leans above you, stroking his needy cock as he situates his knees on the sides of your thighs.
If he believed in prayer he would say one in this moment, guiding himself to you.
He presses the weeping head of his flesh against the petal like skin of your folds, rubbing through them as your breath hitches. He collects your arousal on himself, breathing through his nose as his hand grips the base of himself.
A breathy gasp from your lips reaches his ear as he presses the head of his cock through the rim of your cunt.
He cannot help but to watch how your teeth sink into your lower lip, your eyes squeezing shut as he splits you, as he parts you and his flesh enters you.
You whimper as he continues his journey forward.
Another inch.
If there was a god, he must not be but too pissed with Arthur - not with the way he’s feeling now, not with the way the vice of your cunt feels on the head of his cock - wet and warm and so goddamn tight.
Another inch.
Your eyes flutter open as you grow used to his intrusion, and he swears you bat your eyelashes I almost a coquettish manner up at him. Christ, the power you have over him when he’s inside you - you could demand of him anything and by God’s sake, he would do it for you.
Another flighty breath escapes your lips and he cannot help it anymore. he is but a simple, sinful man, and he snaps his hips forward to completely sheath himself within your cunt. Your eyes widen and you whimper again at the movement.
The curls of the hair at the base of his shaft press against your clit, making you shiver, his pelvis flush against yours.
He’s spread out atop you, all twitching muscles and weather-beaten skin. You’re small beneath him, sunken down in the cot with your legs spread wide ‘round his hips.
Your breath comes out in a gasp as he settles himself over you, one elbow keeping the bulk of his weight off of your frame.
He stays still, his flesh within yours, reverent at the intimacy of it all. That you would allow, nay, want him in such a way. That you would choose a man like him to bury himself inside your body. That you would choose him, of all men, to touch you and feel you and climb inside the most special part of you.
The wet warmth of your core makes him shudder, succumbing to the feeling and shutting his eyes as he lays upon you, burrowing his forehead into the curve of your neck. Your arms wind around his neck, your slender fingers gently twining through the short ends of his hair.
His chapped lips press against your neck as a contented sigh escapes you. God, he could stay here forever, draped over your supple frame, all of him holstered inside you - warm and tight and wanted.
“Arthur…”
He grunts softly as he presses up on his elbow, hovering above you to catch your gaze.
The flush in your cheeks is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Your lips spread into an infectious smile that he cannot help but to return.
He swears, for all of the sinning he has done, and continues to do, that some heavenly deity has extended some kind of mercy upon him. For here, tangled up in each other, sheathed so sweetly inside you, this is the closest to heaven that a man like him could hope to get to.
#religious connotations + arthur make me crazy in the best possible way#this is so beautiful and intimate#i just know he's a good lover. careful and patient and thorough#arthur morgan
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that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live
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I want to be loved/cherished/respected in a real romantic relationship (and I am!), but I can't deny the pull of wanting to write about something toxic and harmful with some guy who just oozes disrespect and cockiness and ego. Who would make you feel like shit but then love you so good you can't see straight. That push and pull, the passion, the knowledge that there's someone out there who's better for you but you love him, and you don't feel as if you deserve anything better because you know his ins and outs (and he knows yours) and it's a comfortable discomfort to know that at the end of the day, he might (not) be there for you, but fuck if you don't save him leftovers from dinner or sleep on your own side of the bed or wear his shorts to sleep in. He's awful. He's mean. You love him.
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no but really, like
i know that some folks love telling creative people that “you should be doing it for fun because you love it not for the compliments” but creative people thrive on feedback whether it’s critical or just complimentary
so when i write fanfiction and don’t get any actual feedback i feel like i spent all that time and energy doing it for nothing because i’m not getting feedback from the people i wrote it for
doing something you’re proud of and then presenting it to the sound of utter silence is like the worst feeling on earth
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an inexperienced megumi gets hard just from a little kissing. he's so touch-starved and super embarrassed but he just craves intimacy so damn bad because he's never had it.
you make out with him for the first time and he's borderline obsessed after that. probably filled with an uncomfortable shame, but still obsessed. he adores everything about kissing you, but especially how the arousal makes him feel, and while he's too afraid to ask for anything more—will barely even ask if you'll kiss him—he's constantly hoping you'll take every opportunity to do so.
he'll make himself available for it. despite the instinct to maintain a wall, he's subconsciously doing everything in his power to signal out 'hey i'm here and super willing actually... please do it,' and if that doesn't work, he'll sometimes finally resort to straight up asking because he's so desperate.
and he doesn't do anything more than maybe hold your hips or put his tongue in your mouth, but god, deep down he wants it. you're almost wondering if he's not interested in sex because he always seems perfectly content to just swap spit with you for an extended period of time, but really he just needs a little push in the right direction.
he's always hiding an erection, and if you knew how dizzy he was after leaving every encounter, you'd see just how interested in sex he actually is. sometimes he'll touch himself in private for relief, but other times he simply does his best to will the inappropriate thoughts away. regardless, he's always filled with a certain degree of shame and lack of self-worth.
but oh god, if you take the initiative to show him just how worthy he actually is, just how badly he induces an ache... he's willing to do anything. he'll finally allow himself to start eating pleasure from the palms of your extended hands.
#it's his hesitation that's so sexy to me#i think you could feel his energy when you make out. how he's holding back just how eager and willing he really is#because he doesn't want to overwhelm you#if only he knew how badly you WANT him to do just that#he's such an intense and almost pensive sort of guy and to see all that passion just simmering in his eyes#god#it's so sexy#he needs encouragement and to know that there's no shame in wanting more of what you feed him
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