#and give the best hugs

[marlynnofmany]

Not a biologist so not sure how well this holds up, but consider:

Humans are warm-blooded. We are constantly burning calories just to keep warm. What if to aliens we are constantly consuming food just to keep up like DC's Flash family??

Alien: "What are you doing?"

Human: "Making the best sandwich I've had in weeks!"

Alien: "But you just ate this morning."

Human: "...Yes? Like normal? Wait, how long ago did you eat?"

Alien: "Three weeks ago. Like normal."

Human: "Oh right, you guys are coldblooded! Wow, I forgot. I guess we haven't been doing much running around lately, so you probably don't need much food. Weird. Well, you're missing out on sandwiches like this."

Alien: "If we're 'coldblooded,' does that mean your blood is hot? Is that why you eat so much, to maintain it? What a waste!"

Human: "Remind me to give you a hug next time the heater breaks, and I bet you'll change your mind."

[starfish-spencer]

Happy Mothers' Day to Lassie's lesbian moms and Lassie's lesbian moms only

[luxris]

did somebody say old man wrecker!!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[feelingvoguish]

She just can’t catch a break😭😭

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[sketchquill]

Here’s some more art of Welcome Home ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[jkvjimin]

❝The lights we saw in each other Were saying the same thing The starlight that shines more in the deepest night❞

happy birthday, em! @jinstronaut 💜

[stilitrash]

Fionna was so damn h0rny in this episode and I completely support her <3

[togrowoldinv]

Hugs

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Note: Not a formal fic, but a quick little thought about Natasha. Enjoy it!

The first time you hugged Natasha, it was just by accident, really. It was after a mission where things had gone not so perfectly.

You somehow got separated from the team for almost an hour. When you finally saw them again, you ran to them. Bypassing Steve and Tony, you ran into Natasha’s arms. Your weight against her caught her off guard but she eventually did wrap her arms around you.

You weren’t sure why you hugged her. It just felt instinctual.

The next time you hugged her it was at a Stark party. She noticed you had plenty to drink and offered to walk you back to your room. The two of you lingered by the door, feeling something more for each other. But it wasn’t the right time to make that move.

Natasha, instead, opted to hug you goodnight. Your memory of that moment is clear despite the state you were in. She felt warm against you and you tried to memorize the way she felt.

A few weeks later, Natasha asked you on a date. From that point on, your hugs with Natasha became more frequent. She would hug you in good times and bad, in crowded rooms or when it was just the two of you, and of course, anytime you asked for one.

Her arms are your favorite place to be. A shelter from every storm of life.

“Are you ready?” A velvety voice interrupts your thoughts.

“I think so,” you reply, standing and turning to see your soon to be wife by the door.

“Wow,” Natasha breathes out. “Look at you.”

“Look at me? Look at you,” you tell her.

Natasha smirks and reaches for your hand. She kisses the top of it before you join her in step. As you walk to your future together, you think back on all of the times you couldn’t even imagine this happening to you.

Everything changed when you fell in love with Natasha.

You exchange your vows and kiss to seal your future together. Before the reception that Tony refused to make a small occasion, you step into a room alone with Natasha.

She immediately pulls you into a hug. It feels so right to hug her as her wife. You hold onto each other tight.

“This is my favorite hug we’ve ever had,” you say.

“Me too, baby,” Natasha agrees.

You hug each other for what feels like an eternity, and that’s how long you want to spend with Natasha.

[rhonuscorner]

Have you hugged your favorite Daycare Attendant today?

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 21 (Masterlist)

(Part 22)

@bruciemilf MOTHER BIRD BRUCE

[homemadesterekpie]

Stiles in a dire need of a hug from his Alpha who he might be in love with but not really knowing how to ask for it so he just hovers awkwardly smelling vaguely of yearning and sadness until Derek can’t take it anymore and asks Stiles if he can fucking tell him what he needs and Stiles’ lips/chin wobbles a little before finally saying he needs a hug and he looks so small and pitiful in that moment, like he’s ashamed of that, ashamed of asking for comfort, comfort from his Alpha and Derek’s entire demeanour softens and he pulls Stiles into his chest, engulfing him into his arms, a hand at the back of Stiles’ neck and the other rubs up and down Stiles’ back comfortingly and he starts making this soothing rumbly noise and nuzzles Stiles’ hairline. He only lets go once Stiles’ scent has been nothing but warm and content for a while.

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"

thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.

thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.

just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please

[liluchunnies]

The doomed yaoi and yuri goes hard gang

No because garaki's was a legit love confession what the flip and stain with all might?? A whole proposal

[rayskittles33]

✨Halsin needs a hug and I’ll gladly provide ✨