#So much yearning for this softness

[belethlegwen]

I need to go to sleep but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE look at this commission that @chamomile-g-tea did of Melanie and Henry for me ;-;

Also I can't promise that The Stranding will be updated tomorrow but it WILL be updated before the end of the week I PROMISE THAT.

[bizarreaizen]

i love chubby fat men <//3

[ectoplasmer]

having a quiet intimate moment with your f/o, where they’re just holding your face and you’re looking into each other’s eyes, and maybe they’re resting their forehead against yours, tracing your bottom lip with their thumb while smiling gently, and they’re looking at you softly as they ask in a small and delicate voice, “what did I ever do to deserve you?”

[master-xochimilli]

Fuck he makes my brain so so mushy, heart pounding so loudly and gets me blushing way too easily!!! I love giving them my entire heart, knowing I'll be treated so so softly and caringly !!!!!

[stardustvanfleet]

Here With You - Jake Kiszka x Reader

FLUFF blurb. 937 words.

You wake up with a terrible cold, but your boyfriend Jake is here to comfort you. He's got you. this is entirely self-indulgent because i have an awful cold i mean what

tagging some of my jake babes @sinsofstardust (thank you for encouraging me to write this and for beta reading!! i love you court!) @sparrowofthedawnsworld @texas-bbq-pringles @jakesguitarsolo @losfacedevil @tommie-gvf @lightmylove-gvf @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @heavens-hearken

soft tender jake begins under the cut <3

“Jakey… I’m… I’m not feeling very well.”

It was morning, and you had only just woken up in the bed you shared with your boyfriend to a splitting headache. Normally, the only sensation you were accustomed to as you shook away the curtains of sleep were Jake’s arms around you, but today waking up was accompanied by an overwhelming achiness and stuffiness that was impossible to ignore. As you spoke, your words came out raspier than you had intended, but perhaps that was to be expected with your lungs, throat and nose feeling as miserable as they currently were.

Jake, still spooning you with his lips pressed sleepily to your shoulder, sat up a bit straighter at your words, his arms tightening around your waist. His voice was still thick with sleep, and tender with concern, as he asked softly, “What’s the matter, honey?”

You turned over onto your back so you could face him, his hands remaining around your waist as you cuddled into him in this new position, and looked up to meet his gaze. Even through the uncomfortable pressure in your head and the raw feeling at the back of your throat, you couldn’t help but smile a bit as you made eye contact. Jake’s presence alone was comforting in that way. He had slept in one of his old t-shirts, with his silver chain necklace tucked underneath the soft cotton. Somehow, the way his hair was tousled from the pillow made him all the more beautiful.

“I think I’ve got a cold…” you started, but you were cut off by a sudden coughing fit, and Jake pulled you closer into his chest as your lungs struggled for a moment. The fabric was thin, and you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. A sense of calm washed over you as Jake held you through your coughs— and when you finally caught your breath, you looked back up at him sheepishly, adding, “...it might be a bad one.”

“Oh, baby… my sweet girl… I’m sorry,” Jake murmured, keeping one hand on your waist while the other reached up to brush your hair out of your face, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You hummed, sighing contentedly, melting into the feeling of his arms around you, and how safe he made you feel. Jake was leaving chaste, gentle kisses across your forehead now, moving across your temples to your cheeks, still speaking softly to you between each one. “Don’t you worry about a thing today, okay…? You won’t have to lift a finger… I’m gonna take care of you, baby… whatever you need… I’ve got tea, I’ve got soup…” Jake’s voice trailed off for a moment as he pulled back only for a moment— grinning a little at the look of adoration on your face, chuckling under his breath with endearment, before letting his hand cup your cheek ever-so-tenderly. “...and I’ve got plenty more of these.”

He leaned in and captured your lips with his, his kiss so slow, so loving, so gentle. You felt a blush creep up in your cheeks as you smiled against him. His lips were so soft, and they knew you so well. When he finally did pull back, you were giggling despite yourself. “Jakey… I don’t wanna get you sick…”

He shrugged. “Baby, we live together… it might be unavoidable anyways. And, for the record…” He gave you a smile that made your heart swell within your chest. He was already leaning in again as he finished his thought.  “...it’s always worth it to kiss you…”

The kiss was patient, warm. A promise to take care of you. Not just today, but always. Despite the ache in your head and the burning in your lungs, a sense of peace washed over you as you kissed him back, falling head over heels once again into the familiar feeling of your lips moving in harmony. Home.

You couldn’t be sure how long this second kiss lasted— it could have been minutes —but in the end, you only pulled away to avert your mouth from your boyfriend’s as another cough forced its way out from your lungs. Jake hummed a soft sound of affectionate pity, murmuring, “My poor baby… what can I do for you right now, love?”

As you caught your breath again and cleared your throat, you let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around him and cuddling right back into his chest. As if subconsciously, he instantly pulled you in tighter, his own arms enveloping you in his warmth. “Right now, Jakey, I just want you to hold me…”

Another soft sound of satisfaction hummed from Jake’s lips as he looked down at you with those warm brown eyes, a smile on his face that tugged at all of your heartstrings just right. He leaned in to press another kiss to your forehead, saying quietly right against your skin, “I think I can manage that.”

You let your face press into his shirt, the warmth of his body and the blankets already somehow making you feel somewhat better. He’d take care of you. You knew he would. Clinging to him, you felt sleep once again beckoning to you, but Jake seemed to encourage it— letting his hand stroke up and down your back comfortingly. It was still early. You had all the time in the world.

As you began to doze off against him, you murmured out soft, sleepy gratitudes to the feeling of his heartbeat. “I love you, Jakey.” When he spoke, his voice was a whisper. “I love you too… so much, baby.”

[souredfigs]

Every once in a while , I think of the Stark Children , I think of Sansa surrounded by enemies left right and centre , with no way to freedom except death , like steel she has been beaten down and molded by those around her , but she does not break , instead she hopes and struggles to survive, and she may have a new name now , and with that new name she's forged a new person , but deep down she knows some remnants of Sansa Stark , although blurry , are still visible to her . But she keeps Sansa Stark to herself and herself alone , to the rest of the world she is still Alyane Stone .

I think of Arya , Arya who tries so hard not to lose a part of herself in the dark echoey chambers of the house of black and white .Arya who has hidden needle under the stones of the beach for it is the only thing that is left of her family . Arya , who with every deep breath , tries to reach across the memories of Jon , Ned , Catelyn , Sansa , Rickon , Robb and Bran . Arya who despite all that she has seen in her short life , tries to do good in every capacity. Who burns and burns for the desire of Justice in a world where justice is as rare as the valyrian steel that noble families keep tucked away in their treasures.

I think of Rickon and how alone he must feel , how he feels lucky that he doged death after all this time. I think of the pain and dread he must feel to be on the other side of the world , having lost all and any connection to his home.

I think of Brandon , trying to echo through a wool of time , reaching out his hand in the foggy winter winds for ghosts and ancestors long gone .

I think of Jon lying on the snow, his warm blood turning colder and colder as it touches the ice , and how the last thing he whispers is the last of the family he has with him , as his soul leaves his body .

[mazzystar24]

They should play lover you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley when Eddie is fixing shit with buck after their divorce era or when they’re at their peek angst as a personal treat for me 🥰❤️🫶🤭🤭

[clockwork-carstairs]

Remember when Tessa and Jem were in the carriage on the way back from the battle at the start of clockwork princess? And Tessa’s worrying over Jem bec he’s injured and weak, and he lightly holds her wrist and smiles and gently says your pulse is quickening and Tessa says, “I love you.” And it’s just such a tender and moving moment because they’ve both got their hearts on their SLEEVES for each other. Jessa were always so romantic.

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

help bestie the "some guy"-ness of Capvers is getting to me again

[technicalthinker]

august | sastiel (+destiel)

August sipped away like a bottle of wine, 'Cause you were never mine

[bmpmp3]

i do think its kinda funny when i see someone in the year of our lord 2024 talk about vocal synth music like its all gone downhill since like 2010 because like dont get me wrong i love a good niconicodouga-ass 2008 ass vocaloid joint BUT also like. the past couple years have had the most fascinatingly creative and expressive uses of vocal synthesizers ive ever heard in my life DJFSKHJDFS dont write it all off just yet!!

[roboraindrop]

I am once again Thinking about my loves. I have so much love in my heart and I want to share it 🥺🥺

[petewentzisblack1312]

me when i can recognize satire and context.

[master-xochimilli]

Thinking about my sweet boy as I get ready to sleep as always, his pretty face, his cute smile, the way their hair falls on and around her face as it always does. The way her eyes have the same color as a shimmering river in the middle of the day in late June. How pretty and soft looking his lips seem, I wanna kiss him soo so badly. Run my fingers through their hair, across his face, caress his entire body. Fuck fuck fuck I am genuinely so in love with him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[solarisgod]

Micah kissing another on the corner of their lips whenever they see them smiling because they want to “take” their joy and cherish it closely…

[anothertickleblog]

Comfy snow day, good time to drink hot chocolate, snuggle and watch doctor who or something cozy

And then of course, once they finish their cup and are all warm, I'll pull them in close and gently scribble against their sides, watch them try and stay still and quiet, only acknowledging what I'm doing once they start giggling audibly

I'll simply have to tease them about it, how well they stayed still for their tickles, how much they love them and just how cute and ticklish they are

"My sweet one did such a good job keeping those pretty giggles in, now let em out I wanna hear all of them~"