#She gives me... soft feelings ;

[somnimagus]

My page for @destinytriofanzine! I drew something about kids always dreaming of far off places

[id in alt!]

[cuubism]

dream and hob are really just that post that was like 'introverts only make friends when an extrovert forcibly adopts them'

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love haircuts. i cant stop petting the back of my skull

[wlw-cryptid]

i- uhm . hgnj, hbgnjmkgh bhnjgmkh you. made me wet. im keeping this in the vault forever

[dollypopup]

the way i NEED a fight between Colin and Penelope when he finds out she's LW. the way i need to see him go absolutely nuclear on her. the way i YEARN to see Colin 100% angry. red in the face, nostrils flaring, voice tight, fists clenched, chest heaving ANGRY. not 'oh, okay, my feelings are kind of hurt here' but MAD. i wanna see him lose his absolute shit. i wanna see him pull the receipts. i wanna see him go 'and another thing' on her. for talking trash about his favorite sister. ruining his family like 6 and a half times. leaving Eloise heartbroken. that she published about Marina knowing full well she'd be pushed out of the ton. how she kept it all from him for 3 full years whilst making him feel like hot garbage over one (1) comment he made about her. i wanna see him go 'fuck this, i'm done' after they get in their fight and then turn RIGHT back around going 'actually, no i'm not, AND you put yourself in danger!' i want him to throw it all down. i want 'is this what you meant for your purpose to be? ruining people who lo- care about you?'

i want him to FEEL it. i want HER to feel how mad he is at her. and i want them to understand what shape their relationship has when they realize that it's only when you care about someone so so SO much that you feel that strongly when they betray you

[fromtheseventhhell]

Ned having multiple angry outbursts throughout AGOT, even physically assaulting someone at one point, and still being viewed as the "calm and collected" counterpart to a "feral" Catelyn perfectly encapsulates this fandom's misogyny

[candycryptids]

Send 💄 to see them in their going-out attire

So I first looked at this and thought "OF COURSE! Date attire!" but then as soon as I logged in with intent I thought of Going Out, for an adventure/day? So, there's 2 versions of this xD The first is, Going out, No Chores, No Tasks, just exploration, fishing, and Adventure !

Which is always more fun when you have a lil Odder in a hat. Critters in hats make everything a more enjoyable time I'll fight on that hill.

The second is... More like a proper Date. Nice flowy robes, soft shoes, glasses (they make him feel refined) and dangling, softly chiming jewelry. And. Dulia-Chai is there, because.. I like her. I dunno, she wasn't there when I started, and then I came out of a fugue state, and she *was* there.

I think she deserves to go on a nice turn around Eulmore with a handsome rabbit ok. Chai Nuzz is busy. She was stressin. A lil night air does wonders for the humours. TY FOR THE ASK ~ ! [XIV Screenshots Meme]

[longagoitwastuesday]

Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie as Heathcliff and Cathy seems like out of The Onion

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the brain worms i have for poly!getonana or poly!getohime😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re so tasty and underrated …….. need them all to coddle me <3

i feel like . they’re all caretakers…. getohime baby you relentlessly and treat you so gently and sweetly (while being a lil teasing)… getonana could be a little different depending on which one of them takes ’charge’ (i could see sugu babying his junior but also acting a little more silly to balance out nanami’s sterness….) but either way they’ll treat you sooooo well. it’s a really calm, mature and sweet dynamic :’) you and your Mother men……..

honestly no matter which pair you go for you Will be getting coddled. i believe this so sincerely.

[wlw-cryptid]

Opinion on chubby butches/butches with stretch marks?

sweetheart. if my header werent what it is, it'd be "dad bod butches please call me"

[disastersteps]

thinking about a scenario where mortum and anita finally meet again, and her second meeting with anita is that they're leaning on their cane. and how they walk saggingly and awkwardly and wondering.

if mortum had given more thought and let them know within that week, if mortum had just call them sooner to finally talk but instead, that idiot did promised not to use Aoyun anymore- that idiot decide to go to face to face with Hollow Ground because of course, Anita is Harbinger.

and here is the good doctor, looking at anita with a leg that is now non-functional and just.

"let's talk." with a heart squeezing in her chest, wondering if she could've talk it out with them sooner and even if she tried to tell them that it's idiotic, stupid, moronic to go face the kingpin of the entire city.

its anita lee, and they're just as stubborn as aoyun they were.

[jatlokgwo]

haiii I luv ur blog :D ur already one of my favourite mutuals !!

hihi yayayayyayay thank you!!!!!! that means alot to me!!!!!! :D

have a doggy!!!!

[pastafossa]

Hi Pasta!! I have a question 🙃 What do you think Matt and Jane got each other for Christmas? I cant stop thinking about it. They’re so cute 🥹

BEHOLD. Like 1.1k so rest is behind a see more, but this was in my drafts for what their gifts would be. I didn't have time to get the whole scene done with everything, but I figured this would do!

It didn’t take long for Matt to make use of some of his Christmas gifts, and you found yourself standing by the couch less than an hour later, staring down in amusement at the happy, melted puddle that was Matt Murdock beneath the glow of a Christmas tree.

He’d burrowed down into his new hoodie, his eyes closed and his nose tucked down into the velvet-soft alpaca wool that lined the inside—some of the softest wool you’d been able to find, and something you’d searched long and hard for. Wrapped around the rest of him was a rich, red alpaca wool blanket, thick and warm and equally soft. You had a feeling that, under the blanket, he’d likely also slipped into his new fleece-lined sweats and fleecy socks, ninety-five percent of his body now cradled in soothing, warm comfort. 

“So is that a yes on those?” you said softly, relieved now that it was obvious you’d chosen right when it came to this. It had been… a while, since you’d given anything for Christmas, much less given a gift to someone who meant as much to you as Matt did. Soft had seemed a good road to take, and you’d spent ages hunting for something that he’d be able to wear even when his senses ramped up to the point of pain. “Soft enough?”

A quiet sigh, almost a moan, was his response, followed by a glutted “Mhm,” before he lazily lifted his arms out from under the blanket, opening them to you. You quickly took up the invitation, climbing into his lap and letting him wind his arms around you. You dropped your head against his shoulder, reaching over to run your palm across the velvet-soft fabric covering his chest. His reaction was instant, arching up into your hand as he purred and melted further into the couch at the sensation of the fabric sliding on his skin, his head lolling back when you nuzzled in past the collar of the hoodie so you could press your lips gently to his pulse. Briefly, you passed over the new necklace chain he wore, the little braille pendant reading ‘Always Loved’ hidden somewhere beneath the fabric, its color a match for the key around your neck. That, at least, you knew was a success, but the rest...   

“You really do like the clothes, don’t you?” you asked him, relaxing a little, curling your fingers to scratch a little as you ran them up and down his chest. “I had a good feeling on the necklace, but for these… I wasn’t sure.” “Why not?” he asked sleepily, fumbling one hand up until he could slip it up under the back of your shirt, palming the line of your spine like you were stroking his chest. You weren’t surprised; he always tried to reciprocate, or maybe he just... liked having an excuse to touch you back. “These are probably the softest things I own now. They’re perfect. They feel amazing.”  

“I was worried it was too… I don’t know. Impersonal.” You drummed your fingers a little against his chest, tucking your legs up until you were more comfortable. “But you shouldn’t have to wear things that hurt on your bad days, or at all really, so I-I guess I just—”

“The hoodie smells like you,” he murmured, tipping his head to lay it atop yours. You went quiet, still and unmoving as he continued, “I can tell that you wore it for me a little after washing it, and that it made you happy to do it, because your scent’s different when you’re happy and when you love someone. And every time I move, nothing scratches. Nothing hurts. All of these feel soft and gentle, like how you touch me when I’m bleeding, and when I need you most.” His chest expanded and then dipped on a contented sigh, and then he reached up, brushing his thumb over your cheek, his thumb coming away wet. His voice dropped to something even softer, low and tender. “So much of my life is pain, sweetheart. How could the way you touch me, the way you want to take away some of that pain from me, be impersonal?”   

You wound yourself a little tighter around him, hiding your face against his neck as you let out a shaky breath, and he pulled you in tighter with a soothing noise. You’d been so… so terrified you’d fuck this up, that you’d do this wrong after so many years of dodging it, of being alone, of being forced to avoid anything like a holiday, anything like friends or love. The idea that you’d gotten it right on your first try… 

And you weren’t the only one. 

You leaned away from him just far enough to pick up one of the two photo frames on the coffee table where it had been set atop a massive pile of books you’d wanted to read for years, years in which you’d been forced to pass them by, story by story, cover by cover until Matt hunted down those stories and placed them back into your hands. You laid back against his chest again after you’d brushed your fingers fondly over the books, and instead, you focused once more on the photo inside the elegant black frame. 

Foggy had taken it at Josie’s at some point—a candid of you and Matt crammed into a booth, his arm draped around your shoulders as you leaned into him, a bright grin on his face, your head tipped back as you laughed at something he’d said. The warmth in your eyes and his smile was obvious as you stared fondly up at him beneath the dull glow of the bar, at the very same table Foggy had once worked at to ensure your friendship with Matt was mended. There was no disguising what this was. And… 

“I can’t believe I can put this on my desk now,” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the frame. 

And you didn’t… have to disguise it, did you? There was no need to hide, not anymore. You could have his picture on your desk, could hold his hand as he walked you home, could kiss him when he came to see you at your office or you at his or when you were both out in the rain. And he could do the same with the second picture, one destined for his own desk, all so that he could proudly gesture towards it whenever you came up. 

A… a real life. 

He lifted one arm and you sniffled, crawling back around to wrap your arms around him in return, burying your face against his neck as he held you close. Held you here at home—a home for you both, for your tree, for your books, for an actual life, lived fully and completely and wholly for the first time.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered. "Merry Christmas."

“Love you, too. Merry Christmas.”

There was no bigger gift he could give you.  

[t8oo]

there is some symbolism iv never considered in that one episod of pt5 where zenigata rescues fujiko before she kills lupin

[miabrown007]

going crazy about kaz brekker hours

[hairydykecunt]

had awesome sex yesterday and discovered i am more comfortable with stone dom topping than bottoming :3 and also i got to fall asleep with a girls tits in my mouth and now? i’m not sure how i’m supposed to fall asleep tonight </3