#and they're soft and fuzzy

[catcatb0y]

Not being to regulate my emotions properly is so wild, like

Loss? Death? Inevitable.

Realizing that I will never be able to properly live as a fully function human because of my disabilities? Been there, realized that.

What would normally cause a large emotional spiral? Shut down.

The pants that I want to wear getting dirty shortly after I washed them? Absolutely devastating. Terrible. Horrible. I will never recover. I'm already tearing up.

[zivazivc]

“Floyd, could you sing to me?”

The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile.  “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”

“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”

Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.

I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.

I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')

Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken) Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They snow and rain on everyone So many things I would've done But clouds got in the way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's clouds’ illusions, I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancin' way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughin' as you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions, I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now my friends, they’re acting strange They shake their heads, and say I've changed Well, something's lost, but something's gained In living life each day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down And give and take And win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions, I recall I really don't know life... I really don't know life at all

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

[sysig]

An eye for a life, unquestionably worth it (Patreon)

[t-u-i-t-c]

"Thanks... All of you."

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

HAPPY BDAY @bluepallilworld 🎂

Do I really need to cite all the reasons why I think you're an absolute sunshine and how much I admire and appreciate your presence and support? Because I'd drill it into your skull if I could with how much your happiness matters to me you sweet ol bean<333 have the best birthday ever and don't you dare forget how amazing you are >:'D ♥️

[luckylunatix]

So I've posted my GHS self insert, now for my Looney Tunes one

This is Artemis Athens, aka Agent Blue Moon, paranormal researcher and spy for the World Investigators of Supernatural Phenomena, or WISP. She was previously a bit of a nobody at her branch, until she lucked out and got a mission to rescue an extraterrestrial that had allegedly been held captive at Area 51. And considering this is Looney Tunes, you can guess who that is...

As a result of all of Marvin's weapons, transport, tech, etc. being destroyed in his capture, he's stuck on Earth, and Artemis essentially has to bring him along for her missions in order to protect him.

Anyway spooky supernatural misadventures and road trip romcom shenanigans ensue.

(Also the pic of her in cool futuristic space clothes is a design for a Duck Dodgers counterpart, Altalune Eclipse.)

[wrinkleintime]

july 2nd 2023 || b.r.w.

[keeps-ache]

brrrba pa pa da de do ♩

[fastfur07]

Moff

[hyaciiintho]

Let's do the OG ship: Darlink. <3

send me a character or a pairing and i’ll list aesthetics, objects and moods i associate with them. | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Rubies & Sapphires cut and shaped by the sharpest of blades, molded into dazzling gems and inlayed in intricately woven golden bands; The sun & moon, ever dancing in their cycle, arms interlocked in a forever embrace across the sky; Shaded forests where the sun's rays struggle to pierce through dense canopy of leaves above, the dancing lights of fireflies and fairies alike, lighting up the forest floor; Morning rays piercing the smallest crack in the curtains through a bedroom window, painting a single golden line atop slumbering bodies.

The sound of music woven in the air on a lazy morning, where the burden of responsibility is absent, and nothing but the gardens await; Soil covered fingers and a basket of ripe red apples; Fresh baked pies and home cooked meals; Gentle smiles that radiate incredible warmth, unyielding devotion, and unconditional adoration; “And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.”

[inkykeiji]

I was rereading tag youre it and when tomura asks why dabi is acting so paranoid and if he was on something and Dabi gets defensive and says he doesn’t do that anymore and it made me think, obviously Dabi had experience with addicts (like his mom) and it is shown when he has to explain rock bottom and what gets it really through an addicts mind to reader. But did Dabi have a rock bottom moment with whatever he was taking at that time or was he just speaking from experience with his mom? If he did what was his rock bottom moment?

anon what a brilliant question!!!

tw: drugs

okay, so! when it comes to tag dabi’s drug use, it was almost exclusively cocaine (maybe some party drugs like ecstasy or psychedelics on occasion but his drug of choice when having a good time was cocaine) and he was an entirely casual user, meaning he was not dependent on the drug in any sense of the word (so not mentally or physically) and his use was extremely sporadic + entirely for fun. as such, he technically wasn’t ever an addict, so he never had any need to hit rock bottom because he was able to halt his use entirely on his own and with extreme ease. so to answer your question, he is speaking from both his experiences with his mother and his experiences with addicts in general due to the nature of his job. he knows how they think, how they behave, how addiction is a sickness that fundamentally decays their brains, and what has to happen for the majority of them to even consider getting better.

i’d say that most of his knowledge comes from his time in the underground as a dealer, but his mom definitely plays a part and had a huge impact, too. the reason why he brings up his mother and her addiction is to show reader that he does get it; in fact, he might even get it more than she does, because his mother hit rock bottom in such a gruesome and horrific and dangerous way, in a way that was much worse than what he thought/asusmed keigo’s rock bottom would be (losing his lil sister) because she hurt her children in more ways than one—or, at least, that’s the narrative dabi’s pushing.

his mom he hasn’t seen since he left home at 13, but he knows she was slated to be in the psych ward for a long, long time. his mother’s situation is a little different than keigo’s, though; rei’s drug use heavily exacerbates her pre-existing mental illness, and rei turned to drugs initially to escape. rei definitely hits some sort of rock bottom, obv, and rock bottom looks different for everyone, but the biggest similarity there (and what dabi was trying to get at) is that he knows what it feels like to love an addict, and he knows how unbelievably painful and devastating it can be.

fun fact! the full sentence that tomura cuts off is actually “i haven’t been high since i started seeing [reader].” reader has no idea that dabi used to do drugs recreationally, and would probably have some choice words for him about his hypocrisy if she did know, irregardless of the fact that he wasn’t a full-blown addict (which, to him, is a crucial distinction). it almost begs the question of whether dabi gave up recreational use because he genuinely did not want her to have another addict in her life, or if he gave it up purely to give himself the metaphorical moral high ground,,, or some odd mixture of both,,,,,

[sysig]

Everything day

[heymrspatel]

juliiissaaa, your artstyle is so comforting!! like, you know the feeling when you're around a campfire with loved ones, and there's a lul in conversation, some people are just silently whispering to each other, but it's just nice? quiet, but so full of THINGS? that's how your art feels.

question: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! comforting 🥺 a campfire 🥺 whispers 🥺 quiet but so full of things 🥺

aha ha excuse me i just need to *sticks my head out the window* AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! YOU DOWN THERE DO YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

nosho, you have no idea how much this means to me! these descriptions have filled my little heart with so much light, because this is the ultimate goal, you know? to make it (everything!) comforting, loving, tender, no matter what i'm drawing! i appreciate you so much, my sweet! 💙💙💙

[shadowkira]

The Touden siblings are bi / pan bait and I mean this in the most positive way possible.