#blue ice touch

[torra-and-the-toons]

Not meant in a fetishy way, but I feel like Numbuh 1 is the kind of kid who, if you tickle him, will either laugh but hate it or it'll just trigger his touch-starvation and he'll secretly kinda enjoy it.

I think I'm more inclined to the touch-starved Nigel headcanon tho.

I was actually literally thinking about this earlier today, not this exact scenario but like

I also really enjoy the thought of touch-starved Nigel. Like, the others think he's not really a touchy guy so they avoid it, but secretly he loves those little gestures. Someone touching his shoulder to alert him to his presence, when someone grabs him by the hand to lead him somewhere, Someone putting their hand on his back to comfort him etc. And he really does love hugs, even if he pretends he doesn't. He's got a tough leader persona to upkeep, but gosh darn it if he doesn't absolutely MELT when someone hugs him.

I've been thinking about it a lot in piecing together my modern au story when he's older too, not necessarily in a naughty sense, but he spends so much time away from his friends, for ten years he doesn't get any of that. He has strange people hooking him up to oxygen tubes, injecting him with needles to give him hydration, attaching monitoring devices to him, there's no love behind those gestures. Whenever he finally gets a hug from his friends upon his return, he's turned into putty and he doesn't want them to ever let go.

I also lowkey imagine him being kinda like a cat where he'll want attention, but he doesn't want to ask for it, so he just casually walks up to someone and bonks his head into their shoulder, hoping they'll reciprocate.

[undercooked-icicle]

Icarus was a moth

[brazilian-whalien52]

Realize it's kinda unfair considering that some has more popular titles in the genre than others

[masteroffakesmiles]

Thinking about Ice Age 1

….and how massively different it was from the other movies they made.

[kaleidoscopexsighs]

hey if you’ve ever been out and about on an ungodly hot and humid day and noticed a tattooed person in your vicinity and thought “hm. i should approach this stranger and touch their arms and legs without preamble as a sign of artistic appreciation. surely they will be Cool about it” then maybe uh

don’t do that

[spotforme]

Perfect Water is such a Michael song actually. so have my crazed analysis

"Is this our destiny? To join our hands at sea and slowly sink, and slowly think: This is perfect water, passing over me"

yes it was their destiny to become a family and slowly, over time, get to know eachother better and love and apprechiate the way they do things too. So then he starts to feel he doesn't have to only stick to his 'everything done perfectly perfect workaholic style' attetude he had when he was alone.

"Do you know Jacques Cousteau? Well it said on the radio that he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the perfect water. Lord that is frightning, but still so inviding"

he has begun to sink under that stictness of his because of what difference Joey and Nichole bring to his life, the randomness, the laughs, the colour! Compared to what he had before them, he is starting to let himself enjoy his life a little more, even when it's not perfect to his standards, even though it scares him a little to let go of his habbits he thought he was happy with.

"To drown inside a sound, to lay so far underground and to think: This is perfect water, passing over me"

Michael wants to be a part of that family fluffiness, those moments of pure love he never even thought he's have, and to embrase the scary imperfections because they have become secondary. Now, everything he does with them is perfect. Though he never thought that he'd think that.

"To flow inside the spiral tide, to drop my eyes like a blind and ride across the curl unmarked by orders"

it's like he has accepted that he wants this family now, he knows he can't go back to living without them. How could he, at this point he is so invested in them it would be impossible to just brush them off like nothing. He loves, after all.

"A life of perfect order. A strange and perfect water"

Do you see it?? The end, the strange is so powerful. he succumbs to the strange but perfect new life he got thrust into. Nichole and Joey are the strangest of all, but he's happy. Because a perfect life and a strange order can both excist at the same time.

[steelycunt]

british summertime unfortunately i do love you

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

(you can answer privately if you want :0) saw your post about not having drank a Water in so long. i'm curious if you drink beverages other than dr pepper? i mean nothing wrong with the dr pepper or the not drinking a water. i actually didn't know if you had any favorite drinks before now. tl;dr: you as the blog in my computer said you drink dr pepper and now i want to know More about your beverage preferences for some reason

I drink. Far too much Dr. Pepper. Far more than anyone should. It is my favorite beverage, and the house always has some so more than anything it is Convenient. Which is the main deciding factor in what I drink. I can just grab a can and go no cups required

Sprite usually if no Dr. Pepper is available at a restaurant or something. Mtn Dew I only drink if it's poured from a cold 2liter and I am eating Little Ceasars pizza

I also like Yoohoo! Chocolate milk my beloved. And just regular milk I sometimes drink too. If we have chocolate power in the house (for chocolate milk or hot chocolate) I'll like, have a few cups for a few days and then just start eating the powder

Hmm Cool Blue Gatorade if I'm dehydrated/in period pain/sick

And sweet tea! Sweet tea used to be my main drink before dr. Pepper became so abundant in the house. And I love it! But alas, it is not convenient, bc everyone else loves it, and a gallon is gone in a day

[desiderareing]

Stares intensely at Blue. They want attention.

" Hey " he says hesitantly, a bit caught off guard by the big eyes staring up at him, " Are you...bored or something? "

It's still a bit of an adjustment for Blue to fall back into taking care of a child. Even if what he's doing with Yumeno is more akin to taking care of a stray cat; making sure they're fed any time he happens to run into them.

" I don't really know what's fun around here. " fun for anyone besides him anyways, " But I guess I don't have anything happening today, so we can find something. "

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] “don’t worry, honey, i’ll stay with you.”

"Everything is spinning. . ." He was laid out on his bed, stomach down and face almost buried into his pillow. With the slight angle of his head, his nose barely poked out past the fluff and gave him room to breathe.

Between those shallow breaths, the drunken cook let out low and needy whines. Blindly, he felt around for her hand, until he knew he had ahold of her. If she didn't fight against it, he would guide her hand to his hair where he let it sit. Arm heavy, he let it flop into the bed again.

"Please, Aya-chan?"

[archersartcorner]

It’s MY birthday and I get to redraw my old trollsona!!!!

And here’s a comparison with the old design, from five fuckin years ago when the extended zodiac quiz came out… jesus Christ

IDs under cut!

[ID: The first image is a traditional drawing, done in black ink and shaded in blue crayon, of the artists trollsona, as mentioned in the caption. He’s a fat man with a broad build, wearing a casual button up (although it’s unbottoned below the chest, revealing a binder), cargo pants, and hiking boots. He has curved horns, no notable ears, short dark hair that’s swept back, and long stubble outlining his chin. A chinstrap, if you will. He has a dark pattern of skin starting from his nose, and extending to the top of his head. He has a duffel bag swung over his right shoulder, and attached to his belt is a rock hammer and a compass. The buckle of his belt is his extended zodiac sign, Sagipio. There are notes surrounding the reference image, in a comprehensible order, they read: “Apollo Noelle ; tiredGeologist ; Lusus is a penguin, look is inspired by chinstraps ; Mutant blue blood - “Ice blood” ; Sagipio, Prospit dreamer, light player ; Sylladex type sorts items based on Mohs Hardness Scale ; Strife is Rock- & Rockhammer-kind ; Essentials, always in dex: Rockhammer (strife), Brunton compass, HCl (diluted), field notebook, phone, like a handful of rocks at all times, raw fish :).” (End of transcript). The second image attached is a comparison image, showing this one and an old trollsona reference image from five years ago, notably before the artist began transitioning. END ID.]

[gigivas]

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[satoruxx]

you're sweating when you wake up, skin sticking painfully to your bedsheets as your bleary eyes dart around, attempting to make focus of your surroundings. the room is still dark, barely touched by the slight bit of moonlight that attempts to peak through the closed windows—defiant. it takes a minute to realize that the sounds that are breaking the silence are actually coming from your own throat—breathy, wheezing gasps of terror.

your stomach drops when your fingers grip cold and empty fabric. he's gone he's gone he's go—

"what are you doing up, pretty?"

your head snaps to the doorway. satoru stands there, sweats hanging low on his hips even as his hand remains curled around a glass of water. his hair is tousled with sleep, but his cerulean eyes are sharp and lively.

as soon as he sees the panic lacing your expression, his eyes widen, long legs practically tripping over themselves as he stumbles towards you.

"what happened?" he asks sharply, frantically placing the cup on the bedside table to take your face into his palms. shades of blue dart back and forth across your features as he perches one knee on the mattress and peers down at you. "are you okay?"

his touch sends electricity through your veins—a splash of ice water pulling you away from that painful reverie.

your heart both clenches and soars, the idea of what you saw being terrifying, and yet finding out it wasn't true being that much more relieving.

"i just—" your voice comes out choked, and satoru's fingers twitch against your skin imperceptibly. "had a bad dream."

you think your brain must be cruel for conjuring up a dream in which satoru could suffer to such abhorrent extents.

"oh sweets." satoru's sigh is sympathetically soft, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek just barely. "it was just a nightmare."

"i know," you swallow, voice shaking. there's an uncharacteristic wetness pooling at your waterline. "i-it just felt so real."

"baby..." satoru immediately pulls you against the steady planes of his chest, thick arms snaking around your waist to eliminate any measly amount of distance between you two. you prop your chin on his shoulder, sighing as you feel his snowy hair tickling at your cheek.

"it wasn't real, sweetheart," he says, pulling back just slightly to push a piece of hair from your face. his thumb then drags under your eyes, wiping away the unshed tears. "see. you're here, i'm here. everything's all good."

"yeah." you're nodding, unable to take your eyes off of him because he's real and alive and so breathtakingly perfect. "yeah, you're right."

he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes bright and glowing. "i don't like to brag, but i usually am."

you snort out a laugh, missing the way his expression turns pleased at the sound. "hilarious. you love to brag."

"you got me there," he shrugs, grinning as you stick your tongue out at him. the lighthearted banter solidifies the fact that satoru is fine and unharmed and completely yours, but you can still feel the apprehension coursing through your veins. chills run up your spine—you try not to show it.

but of course, satoru has always been able to see right through you.

his teasing smile goes soft, and he inhales deeply.

"was it about me?" he asks, climbing into bed next you. you lay back down carefully.

"yeah," you mumble, watching him tug the blankets over your body and tuck you both under a cocoon of warmth.

"hm." something in his tone tells you he's not unfamiliar with the feelings you seem to be experiencing—his body shifts closer to yours. ocean eyes carefully asses you, deep and calculating and so concerned even as he smoothes a warm palm over your shoulder blades. "wanna tell me what happened?"

the truth is you do want to, because satoru has always understood you better than you've ever understood yourself—you have no doubt he'd be able to comfort you just as well as he normally does.

and yet...

"no," you answer, pressing your nose into his neck. a deep breath in, the lively scent that is so inherently your gojo satoru filling your very soul. "it's okay. i think i'll be fine."

when you shut your eyes, images flash behind them—of bloodied bodies and stitches and swapped souls. yet a chaste kiss to your forehead pulls you back to where you're supposed to be, warm and grounding.

"i know you'll be fine," satoru murmurs, lips tickling your brow as he speaks. you think you can hear the gentle smile as he says it, and your grip on him tightens—never letting go. "i'm right here after all."

[queer-reading-journal]

Blue Ice Ranch Series by V.L. Locey

A trilogy of gay cowboy romances taking place on the same ranch, revolving around the same plot line. Overall very enjoyable characters, some well done rep for Indigenous people, and witty writing!

Content warnings under the cut!

Dawn's Desire

On Goodreads

Grumpy ranch foreman, Nate, meets sunny paleontologist, Bishop, who he is immediately drawn to despite their very different personalities. Lots of wonderful hurt/comfort between these two as Nate has a sad past. There's quite the age difference here (Nate is in his 40s and Bishop in his 20s), but it didn't bother me much.

3.5/5

Twilight's Touch

On Goodreads

Young ranch hand, Perry, has to navigate his feelings for newcomer and trouble maker, Will, who needs the job on the ranch to stay out of jail. There's some forced proximity in this one which is fun! These two are much younger, 20 and 22. I found this one a little less compelling than the other two, but still fun!

3/5

Dusk's Devotion

On Goodreads

Will's older brother, Kyle, is snowed in with Shepard, one of Blue Ice Ranch's neighbors, who Kyle hates. He finds Shepard beaten and bloody on the front porch of his cabin and can do nothing but help him. A very fun enemies-to-rivals you suck but you're hot while you do it type deal. Very much enjoyed them together!

3.5/5

Content Warnings!

Overall series: instances of homophobia, mentions of rape, racism (specifically against indigenous people), use of slurs

Dawn's Desire: past child death

Dusk's Devotion: severe homophobia (character gets beat half to death due to sexuality), gun violence (including a death, a character gets shot in the head)

[yawnderu]

Please, God, I've never asked you for anything; please make sure my baby is okay.

Simon carries you in his arms, balaclava thrown away a long time ago as he drags your body to shore, bare hands desperately removing your vest like it's a barnacle stuck to your shell. He places his ear next to your mouth and nose, eyes closing in relief for a second when he can feel your faint, cold breathing.

He doesn't waste any time on starting CPR, the heels of his palms pressing down on your chest hard, making sure to avoid your ribs. Your lips are blue and you're barely breathing, body cold and eyelashes dotted with tiny specks of ice from the frozen water.

Please, don't take her from me. Please, God.

He keeps pressing down on your chest, trying his best to make the water in your lungs come out despite the way his vision gets blurrier by the second. His lips press against yours, giving you two rescue breaths before he goes back to doing CPR.

His heart almost jumps out of his chest when he hearts you cough, cold hands desperately grasping for anything you can touch before he forces you on your side, allowing you to cough out the water that made its way into your lungs.

Your eyes open slowly and he gives you space to regain your breath despite the way his entire body aches to hug you. His hand cups your cheek, thumb massaging the cold skin gently in hopes of giving you some warmth.

''I'm here, baby.'' He says softly, taking a deep breath to keep the dam from breaking once you manage to give him a lethargic hug, confused and in pain, yet its pure muscle memory to hold him the moment your eyes meet his.

[neurthotic]

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”