#I WANT TO HUG THEM SO BADLY

[themeeplord]

I'm completely normal about them.

[aangsfrogs]

Brain go NYOOOOOOOOOM

[mythologymakesmeconfused]

managed to scroll through 601 posts somehow. I'm that addicted to this app, all the artists here are amazing and it's so cute

[cyborgknight]

Your post war megop au has me in shambles please let them adopt me

[harukapologist]

hhi *throws them at u and runs away*

alternate version

[flowercrowngods]

i’ve decided to send an ask for each story you posted in the wip game kdnehdhs who did this to you? lives rent free in my brain 💛💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)

thank you so much 🥰🤍 still slowly working my way through the asks, so have a few more words to make up for the wait 🫶

who did this to you (pt.4) // tales of blue part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3 🌷 preceding snippet no 1. | no. 2

Finally, finally, the familiar sound of Wayne‘s old truck rounding the corner into the trailer park interrupts the tense silence that seems to have fallen over all of Forest Hills tonight, and Eddie has half a mind to run out there, run toward them and get the whole story. Just to be sure that everything is fine. Just to be sure that Steve’s still… That he’s still there.

He stays right where he is, though, staring at Buckley‘s wild hair, feeling her shadow walk over him as Wayne pulls up to their driveway and stops. She is right in the centre of the headlights, but still she doesn’t move. Eddie wants to scream at her. Wants to nudge her and shove her out of the way — imagines it, imagines all the alternate universes in which he finds her wide eyes scared and unseeing as Wayne‘s voice sounds behind them, telling them that Steve didn’t make it.

Except in this one, Wayne said they’re coming home. In this one, shit like that doesn’t happen to eighteen year-old boys and their friends.

Aside from that girl. Barbara Holland.

Eddie swallows, his eyes flitting between bright lights to the silhouette of Buckley right in their centre. Like a doe, he thinks. Terrified of what she’ll find.

Don’t you wanna know? Eddie wants to ask her. Don’t you wanna see? What are you afraid of? What did you see? Who is he, Robin, and who are you? Why the fuck won’t you move?

In the end, it is the sound of a car door slamming shut that snaps Buckley out of her stupor, and she all but flies off the steps towards the truck. Towards where Eddie can vaguely make out the shape of a badly bruised face, the play of light and darkness not enough to conceal the deep purple splotches or the sluggishness of his movements as he raises his head. Turning toward Buckley like a flower to the sun.

She presses her hand to the window for a second, just looking at him — and Eddie is glad he can’t see either of their faces. He has a feeling that what he’d see there would haunt him forever.

[hivemindscape]

saw that super wholesome video of a girl reuniting with her brothers and thought   ✨✨  Hug Refs  ✨✨  leaving the context of this up to you, i wonder what you cook up :'D

[theprodigypenguin]

Dragon finally meets Luffy face to face and reacts as chill as you'd expect but on the inside he's just

[pixelatedraindrops]

"You've been through a lot... But it's alright now.

You fought long and hard Makoto...

Everyone in Kanai Ward is grateful to you."

A lil' MakoYuma comfort edit I attempted just because...

...someone needs to give this poor thing a hug fr... ;w;

show your emotions lil' CEO, you've held them in too long.

ty again for the vulnerable sadboi makoto sprite edits @shiut💕

[agentark]

whatever you do, don't imagine a young J Corvin waiting every day at the end of their drive, hoping today is the day the mail carrier finally brings a letter from their very best friend

[lovethistoomuch]

i think the one thing that surprised me the most about disco elysium is how beautiful it is.

in my first playthrough i did not ask the net picker woman for a date because i feared it might be creepy but when i did in my second playthrough it was one of the most profoundly beautiful moments in the entire game.

i don't know how to describe it but disco elysium has touched my heart in a way barely any other form of art has.

it is just so inherently human.

sometimes making mistakes will lead you down delightful paths you would have never discovered otherwise.

being a weirdo can help you connect with people or endear you to them (i will never forget the hat-fuck monologue or the contact mike litany) and even when you mess up severely (i'm so sorry kim, that dance-floor slip up was the most horrible thing in game by far, i think) people will forgive you if you make a genuine effort.

you see these people, these humans just trying to do their best every day.

in the midst of this bombed up city something beautiful is going to happen, as long as you put one foot in front of the other. you can do it. you are the miracle. and if that isn't beautiful, i don't know what is.

[wikitpowers]

imagine dru confessing to ty that she is in love with ash and him being like listen i get it im in love with a faerie prince myself and them just ✨bonding✨ over their joined anguish

[howertism]

YEOUCHHH i broke my leg if only there was a cute medical student to rescue me

[stormyoceans]

THEY ARE SO HUG SHAPED SO SOFT SHAPED SO SQUISHY SHAPED

[maskyartist]

*claps my hands together* if i say theres potential for an au where Clay ends up lost in the tunnels after the cave in, left behind by the Putt Putts as well, so hes either living in the walls of Bergentown or just trapped in the tunnels eventually being found/getting out near the village and just being more animal then Troll...

do yall see my vision or do i gotta go further??? theres drama potential im just saying (more in tags)

[kakusu-shipping]

I want everyone to know I am just as unhinged about the Mario movie as ever, I am simply unable to provide content for myself because everyone who has thus far made gif sets or posted screen shots from the movie has blocked me