#comfortably at my desk)

[myosotisa]

Eddie walks in on you crying and he is immediately dropping to his knees.

Maybe you'd try to hide it. You don't like to show intense emotion like that, especially not in front of other people. Maybe it's been building for a long time and you just break without warning.

You're sitting at your desk with your face tucked into your shirt, tears streaming, hiccuping gasps, mouth contorted in a silent sob. Willing it to stop, to get back in control, for the sorrow to remove it's claws from your chest and let you breathe again.

Eddie edges the door open with his foot, about to bust in and shower you with affection, but the moment he sees you, hears your small cries, everything stops. He's across the room and to your side in 3 long-legged steps, dropping to his knees with his hands hovering, torn between wanting to grab you and tuck you into him and wanting to respect any space you need.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" His concern just makes you cry harder, hiding further into the neck of your shirt, back bending as you try to curl in on yourself. Eddie's heart breaks, his hands curling into tight fists as he battles his own indecision on what to do. "Baby, please talk to me. Can I hold you? Please."

Despite everything in your brain just wanting to be alone, to suffer in silence, to not show this side of yourself -- your heart wins out. You drop the curtain of cotton hiding your ruddy and wet face from him and reach out like a child. It makes you feel like one. But Eddie doesn't hesitate. He drags you out of your chair and onto the floor with him, tucking as much of yourself into him as he can. Arms wrapped around, thighs under yours, shaggy hair making a new curtain to protect your vulnerability from anyone other than him.

He covers you with warmth and care like a fiberglass blanket over a fracturing fire and it breaks you to pieces. Sorrow for yourself, for how you're feeling, for how hard it is to accept this comfort, for how much it means to you to finally have it now. For how willingly and readily Eddie was prepared to give it.

He holds you as you cry, whispering sweet things into your hairline like, "It's gonna be okay, baby, I've got you. I'm here." Rubs your back in little circles, presses his fingertips tighter when you cry out louder as the waves crash over you. He keeps holding you as your crying starts to die down into little sniffles, as your breathing evens out. He doesn't let go until you start to pull away, and even then it's with reluctance.

The moment he can see your face again he's cupping it in his big palms, eyes searching yours to see if he can find what is hurting you, slay the dragon that made you feel this way. When you just shakily smile, sniffling again, he presses a kiss to each cheek, to each eyelid, to the tip of your runny nose, to the center of your forehead. And then he drags you into his arms again.

[baerryjj]

its 2am, finlenia save me

[surreal-duck]

stumbles out of the 3* story covered in blood

[random-lil-illing]

the man, the myth, the legend: henry stein!!!

[gaslightgallows]

"Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?" -- Aziraphale/Crowley

It was raining. Of course it was. God's sense of humour could be brutal.

"I've got you," Crowley murmured, cradling Aziraphale against his chest, unfurling his wings to cover and protect them both. The downpour was a chill shock, but within the circle of ruffling black feathers, they were warm, and safe. "I've got you, angel."

Aziraphale laughed weakly; he was out of breath and sounded like his lungs hurt. "Not such an angel now," he coughed, "am I?"

"Oh..." Crowley bowed his head over Aziraphale's, holding him tightly. He pressed his face into curls that were damp but no longer white, and dampened them further. "Ohhh, love. What have you done to yourself."

"Had to. Couldn't... do what I was told. Not this time. Can't... can't be an angel if you can't do what you're told." A singed hand reached up to clutch at Crowley's shirt. "Couldn't..."

"I know. Everyone's got their breaking point. I'm just..." Crowley shook with rage. Long ago, when he'd been cast down, he'd known then how unjust it was. He hadn't deserved his Fall, not for asking questions. Aziraphale had done worse, by Heaven's standards. "I never wanted this for you. I tried to keep you safe, you idiot, and you--"

"Shut up, please shut up." Aziraphale's eyes had gone a far darker blue than they ought to, something wrong and frightening, as beautifully crisp blue-black as a clear winter sky. "All of us versus all of them, you said. It's coming. It's nearly here."

"I know."

"I had to, Crowley. I needed to be us when... when..."

Crowley's eyes and throat burned with tears, and this time when he kissed Aziraphale, it was for a love regained, and innocence that had finally been destroyed, long past time, and for despair. "You idiot," he whispered, staying close to Aziraphale's lips, "we've always been us."

[laitoslittlemacaron]

a few little room adjustments! 💖💚🌸 i love my desk a lot now, and the new little sakura Laito tapestry is soo cute!!😭💖 (look, my room is not fully Laito-only actually😔😔 this part at least... the wig is Shogun Raiden btw!)

also say hi to the chibi gang on my table<3 (no space left for them on my shrine lmaoo)

[berrysquared]

Kim Dokja sketchdump

[blitzy-blitzwing]

*approaches in pillow armour* I will be hugging Megatron

Bring it on in, Megs.

[your-subby-creature]

AAAAA it came and it's SO pretty! I've been pining over this dildo since January and I finally bought it <3

(Peach Pie A La Mode dildo from TwistedFantasiesShop on Etsy)

[warlordofnoodles]

I wonder if the new layout is a push to get folks not to use desktop.

[jestroer]

is it bad that i know, for a fact, i would have the same desk setup as etho if i actually used my desk for computer stuff and not just for crafts (my current “desk” setup is my laptop on my bed while i sit on the ground, my bed is elevated enough that it’s basically at shoulder level when i’m sat)

Anon Ethoslab might have like a metal spine but think about yours maybe. And are there any blood in your arms

[guqin-and-flute]

BRAIN HACKING VIA POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT OF QUICK DOPAMINE REQUEST:

I have begun writing in PtL Are You Here To Stop Me again in a way that makes me optimistic that it will continue fairly easily. Headpat please.

[thecensusbureau]

Hey.

[hayaku14]

THIS FUCKING KAISHIN ART BY KDKIIZ IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND LIKE HOLY SHITTTTTT I've seen this done with KID's gloves before but never with Shinichi's socks like??!?!$("(#+'+$+' THIS IS SO STUPID SEXY HOT OF THEM WTF#??#?#)$$)($) OHHH I'M DEAD FRFR IM GONE BRO like im not even a feet enioyer but i feel like i won 😳

[animangalover-writes]

I love those brief moments we get where we get to see hannibal just be human. Like they're such simple scenes but I adore it.

[bigshotspambot]

I just had a Clarity Moment after watching a gameplay recording of the Spamton NEO boss fight i saved on my computer and everything just HIT me so hard like HOW did I end up with a Spamton NEO body pillow in my bed. This happened over the course of a year. It just kept escalating everything was a blur and I NEEDED HIM SO BAD. You know

Does this happen to anybody else.