#Don't mind me just crying in the corner

[just-an-inchi-dent]

not a good day to be a williams fan

[minimetalxena]

"Everybody's got issues. Especially dads. And sometimes they fuck up, well, all the time. That doesn't mean they don't care."

Oh..... 🥺

[dindjarindiaries]

What about

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

With Hunter? I’m so glad you’re interested in writing for him right now. He’s my favorite!

character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)

prompt: “You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

main masterlist • hunter masterlist

It felt good to be helping someone again, and that's what you dwelled upon as you and Wrecker laughed with the clone cadets in the cockpit of the Marauder. They had been curious about some of Wrecker's wartime stories, and both he—and you, as a long-time honorary member of the squad—had decided to tell your most fond memories. Most of those involved laughs, usually centered on the pure chaos of each story.

But the absence of one was felt heavily, particularly for you. There was a cold chill in the place of the empty chair alongside you, and when you tore your gaze away from Wrecker and the boys, you saw Hunter bent over Tech's old datapad yet again. Your lips pulled tight, and your fingers tapped against your crossed arms.

You didn't want to admit it, but he had only been getting worse as time went on.

It wasn't unusual for Hunter to be in his lonesome. As the squad leader, he often took it upon himself to seek isolation and focus on planning ahead. His enhanced senses made isolation even more tempting for him.

This isolation, however, was different. Losing Crosshair what felt like cycles ago was bad enough. Echo's departure was understood by everyone, but hard to digest. Then, all at once, it was Tech and Omega.

Hunter didn't have to tell you about the burdens on his shoulders. It was clear in the way he carried himself. As the person he left himself be the most vulnerable with, you saw it more than anyone else could.

No doubt sensing your eyes on him, Hunter's gaze rose and met yours for a moment. As if it was too much for him, he cut his eyes away, setting down the datapad on the station and rising from his chair. He disappeared behind the curtain of Omega's room, yet again shutting himself away.

That time, you weren't letting it slide.

You brushed your hand over Wrecker's shoulder to catch his attention. He stopped another fit of laughter to look at you, and you gestured with your head to the back of the ship. Wrecker's brow knit together as he nodded in understanding, and your shared gaze said enough. He would have no trouble entertaining your guests as the Marauder made its way to Pabu.

You kept your footsteps light as you closed the distance to Omega's room. Still, Hunter would sense your approach. Whatever you could do to make it easier for him, though, you would. Forcing him into overstimulation wouldn't help to accomplish that goal.

You drew the curtain aside and climbed the rungs of the ladder. Making sure the curtain was closed behind you, you pushed ahead, peering around the corner of the interior hull to see Hunter sitting on Omega's old bed. His knees were drawn up to his chest as the back of his head rested against the hull, his eyes closed—but not in a peaceful way.

He exhaled as he sensed your presence, his eyes remaining closed even as he spoke in a low voice. "I'm sorry."

You raised your brow at him. "For what?"

Hunter's eyes opened before he rolled his head to the side and faced you. There was a distress so prominent in his brown eyes that it made your chest ache with a resounding pang. "You and Wrecker were having fun. Smiling, laughing even." The corners of his mouth pulled up only for a moment at the thought of your joy. "I didn't mean to ruin it."

You frowned at him. "You didn't ruin it, Hunter."

Hunter huffed, a self-deprecating sound as he rolled his head back to where it had been before. His fingers fumbled with each other as he went on. "I need to start making use of these private spaces again. I've... gotten too comfortable thinking out in the open."

You started to scoot yourself closer to him. "Because you have the space to. There's no reason to be on your own."

Hunter's gaze was cast upwards and it stayed there, even as you watched his jaw work for a few moments. "I left Crosshair on his own. I let the Empire get away with Omega. And I ordered Tech to..."

Hunter didn't have to finish that thought, and he couldn't if he wanted to. You watched as his eyes squeezed closed again, his chest inflating with a breath he held as his lips pressed together and his jaw circled. You brought yourself close enough to his side to take one of his gloved hands and lace it with yours, resting them on your thigh as you waited patiently for him.

"I may not have a reason to be on my own, but I deserve to be." Hunter reopened his eyes, revealing the tears that sat stubbornly on his waterline. Your body nearly trembled in your grief for him as he went on. "I'm alone with these decisions I made." He swallowed hard, making the lump in his throat even more visible to you. "I always will be."

You lifted your free hand to the side of his face furthest from you, gently turning his cheek to make you face him again. His devastation threatened to ruin you, but you kept yourself strong for his sake, offering him a refuge with a smile to light the end of his dark tunnel. "You're not alone, baby." Your voice was hushed, barely a whisper as your fingertips ran over his cheek. "You never have been." You brushed some of the wisps of hair away from his bandana. "And you never have to be."

Hunter paused, and you knew him well enough to recognize that he was using his senses to detect a lie. When he came up with nothing but the truth, he rested his forehead against yours in relieved surrender. "I know the responsibility I hold. I will never shy away from it. But, this... these burdens..." his voice lowered to a broken yet honest whisper as he finished, "I need help carrying them."

You cupped his jaw and ran your thumb over his skin. "You never had to carry them on your own, Hunter." You nodded at him. "We want to help." You gave his hand that you still held a squeeze. "I want to help."

Hunter searched your gaze before he returned your nod, his tensed shoulders beginning to loosen as he whispered his genuine gratitude upon your lips. "Thank you."

Your kiss was slow and soft, taking its time in the very same way Hunter would with his share of these burdens. You kept him close, reminding him of how you would always be there—and not needing a single word to do so. His free hand snuck around the back of your neck to pull you closer, a gentle plea for you to stay close. It was an order you were more than happy to take from him.

When you parted, Hunter began to smile, a gesture you hadn't seen on him in much too long. You raised your brow and already felt your lips spreading wide in your own grin before he explained himself. "You know, uh... nobody's ever called me that."

You furrowed your brow at his sudden shyness as his cheeks began to redden. "Called you what?"

Hunter's gaze fell to your entwined hands as he gently began to knead his within your own. The smile wouldn't leave his lips as he repeated the endearment with an adorable awkwardness. "'Baby.'"

You relaxed your brow. "Oh." You softly nudged his shoulder to gain his attention once again. "Well, do you like it?"

Hunter waited a beat before nodding, his face reddening even more at the confession.

You let out a soft laugh. "Then it's settled." You lifted your entwined hands to your lips and kissed his gloved knuckles. "It's you and me, baby."

Hunter rested his forehead against your temple and closed his eyes in sweet relief. "You and me."

[lbulldesigns]

My mind just randomly conjured up the thought that Vi and Jinx are like kettles left on the stove - when the pressure gets too much, they end up screaming.

And I wish I could say this is a funny thought/mental picture, but it's honestly just heartbreaking 💔

[fiona-fififi]

Can't stop thinking about the fact that Buck nearly died last season never having found this monumental piece of himself.

Just. the absolute joy that exists in the very fact that he gets to have this. and he gets to learn about himself in all of these new ways. and he gets to experience the joy and the freedom that comes with this discovery.

Evan Buckley almost died never having found this piece of himself, but the people who love him most brought him back, and now he gets to experience the joy of knowing himself in ways he'd never experienced before.

[readingjellyfish]

Everyday I think about how Jude, a mortal, carved her way into getting not only all that she ever wanted but also the things she never really admitted that she needed, in the strange Faerie world.

She became a spy, which gave her the royal duty, of sorts, she always wanted. But with it also came the Court of Shadows which, with time, became not only allies but also a family. She trusts them and cares for them as they do for her.

She became the literal fucking badass High Queen of Elfhame, but with it she got Cardan, for whom she harbors a love she not only thought she would never feel, but a love she was always afraid to feel. She got someone who trusts her completely, cheers her every step, is ready to start a war to keep her safe and loves her with all of his shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous heart.

She got her power, her kingdom but she also got, friends, family and love.

yeah....bye ♡

[laf-outloud]

Well, at least they have everyone together for the series finale. 🥹

[milkovichism]

thinking about how Ian and Mandy were each other's best friend but didn't fully let each other in. Ian didn't tell her about Mickey, and then his illness kept him isolated. Mandy didn't tell him about Terry, and about Kenyatta and in my opinion, he knew about Mandy's and lip's dynamic more from watching it and hearing things from lip and deducing stuff then from Mandy telling and sharing her actual feelings.

their bond is like the bond of soldiers: they go through similar horrible things at the same time, but not really together. they are both isolated in their households. Ian is a neglected child, his struggles unseen by his siblings, Mandy is the only female in a household of violent men who hurt her or look away when she's being hurt. both of them turn to using sex as a tool to get affection from people who eventually don't really care about them (lip, Kenyatta, Jimmy's dad, working at the club...). both have a love interest that hurts them repeatedly. both prone to running away without anyone really caring. both have attachment issues.

as a result, Mandy has who to call when she needs to get rid of a body but not when she needs to talk about feelings. they count on each other to do stuff, but not to be there emotionally.

they are two very hurt lonely people who love each other and want to connect but can't go all the way.

[vilnan]

AFTER THE LANDSMEET;

talking with alistair.

[fandom-fire-dump]

I wish I was gifted the art of drawing! I would draw Nia with the Wild Kratts crew all day if I could. But no. I was gifted with a barely passable writing talent. I just want to draw stuff! 😭

[macaro-mochi]

I know someone already pointed this out but Glenn losing Nick is so heartbreaking because it's such a bitter reminder of how not all relationships can be fixed even with the best intentions. And while in the real world, that can be a valid conclusion especially when a relationship is irreparable or something so awful has been done that it can't truly be fixed or forgiven, that wasn't really the case here.

Yes, Glenn's not a great dad (he's objectively the worst out of the four let's be real), but he had the scope to improve and do better, and there was so much love between Glenn and Nick, but ultimately that same love Glenn has for his kid meant that he had to lose him :(

[awoolenhat]

THEY CHANGED I CANNOT

past:

(sorry for the shitty quality)

present:

Which devs thought this would be a nice thing to do ToT

I suppose there is beuty in the new version, but the old one is just so perfect for them

[fritzes]

frances out of the top 20

[onboardsorasora]

I just want to say, thank you for always being such a positive presence on my dash! Be it with (horny) aus, sweet tags and posts about Daniel, and just with everything you decide to share, I'm always happy to see you there. You seem like a very kind, fun, lovely person and I am happy I follow you. Hope you have a great rest of your week!

Bestie bestie bestieeeeeeeee

I'm here staring at my phone like

thank you so much!!!

I'm in a glass case of emoshun and I am booping you!!!

I hope you have a very lovely rest of your day, week, year!! <3

[universitysunflowers]

Good news guys! I made it to the Bad Batch arc while rewatching Clone Wars and I can confirm that yes! It is ten times more painful after seeing the season 3 finale! Isn't this so exciting?

[bam-monsterhospital]

the bastian tattoo mystery has been SOLVED!

from the eso forums companion q&a thread:

Q: How/why did Bastian get all those tattoos? And what is the meaning behind them? They surprised me when I first saw them. It feels like such divergence of his character. He's such a goody two-shoes type. I'm itching to know this backstory. Pretty please *_* JP: He got his first tattoo after a particularly raucous night while on business in Stormhold. Instead of being dismayed after his headache dissipated, he found that he loved it, and it was a reminder of a really fun night. The tattoos became an occasional outlet for processing his own frustration or unhappiness or as reminders of fun times and interesting places. The tattoos make him happy.