#emotional over this

[starvels]

Ults Steve with his roughed up, calloused hands touching Tony in his fine silk robes and his soft skin. Especially when Tony is feeling poorly and Steve wants so bad to be gentle but he winces as he swears he can HEAR the scratching of his burly, sandpaper hands on Tony’s boney back as he tries to sooth the illness even a little bit #JustUtlsSteveThings

fun subversion where tony actually likes this, that steve's hands are so rough. he wouldn't go so far as to say its a stim, but there's something so very real and satisfying about steve flopping into tony's sheets, vaguely mission stale, with his hands washed and scrubbed and rubbed raw to the callouses of all the last week's mission remnants, the fighting that lives in his bones and burns him at the wick of his palms --

that makes tony lean up on his elbows and say 'hey, wanna give me a massage?'

and steve's quiet for a moment. "shouldn't you ask if i want a massage?"

"no," tony says, confident.

he traces the whirl of steve's ear with one finger. there's a fleck of something there that steve's missed - blood or dirt or something like a stain that won't leave him alone.

the machines beep in the space between them and tony holds onto his cannula as he leans over to get the lotion from the bedside.

a hand curls around his hip, helps him balance.

tony's given up saying don't do that in the same way he's given up saying thanks for that. instead he drops the lotion beside steve's limp, dirty blonde hair and maneuvers himself on his front side. his head protests the change in position, but that's fine, it protests most stuff nowadays. there's a noise from behind him at his wince though, so tony wafts his non-iv hand through the air.

"'s fine," he mumbles into the pillows.

"s'not fine," steve whispers, almost too low for tony to catch.

he's worn, threadbare as an old quilt over tony's body. tony knows the shape of him, the dips of frustration in between his strong brows, the tremor of his breaths.

last week, steve got a call in the middle of dinner, another mission gone south in a stream of missions gone south, another loss of life, jan no where to be found and left the room, shoulders rigid and tears safely hidden until the hallway, like tony couldn't identify the hitch in his voice and the tremble in his chest. only tony softly calling him back to ask for a handful of pills he could well have gotten on his own made the horror in steve's eyes shift to something warmer, something human. steve's easy to manage, tony thinks, when you understand the way to cultivate his self care is by letting him care for you.

your heart's on the outside of your body, isn't it, tony thinks. you need armor more than i do.

in bed, he leans back and lets steve sigh quietly as the lotion soothes the cracks in his own chapped and abused skin, lets steve soothe the cracks out of tony in the same motion, with his soft murmuring and gentle, firm touch. under the lotion, his skin is rough and textured and an intrinsic, unchangeable fact of life.

[raccoon-queer]

thinking about when I met my fourth grade teacher at my job a few weeks ago. I saw her name and my stomach immediately sunk. would she recognize me? would she call me by my deadname?

when I brought her items out to her, she recognized me. she asked me if my name was [deadname], and I told her it used to be. and then she asked me what my new name was. and then she called me by it when she thanked me

society is fucked right now. but we haven't lost sight of hope yet. there's still fourth grade teachers who will openly accept their students from nearly a decade ago

[stargirl230]

thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[stuckinapril]

Honestly the cliche advice is true. If you fill your life w things you’re passionate about, if you challenge yourself every day, if you give your own opinion of yourself more weight than you do other people’s opinions of you, you will actually thrive. Like no one can tell u anything

[zaana]

On the last Bad Batch eve, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the creators, the fandom, and the wonderful people i've met ❣️ TBB and these characters mean more to me than i could ever put into words, and they will stay a part of me forever

[ibtisams]

Children make up half of the population of Gaza and nearly a million of them are currently displaced. They are forced to take shelter in unsafe buildings and makeshift camps. It is winter in Gaza, so the temperatures are getting colder and it is harder and harder to find warmth and the resources necessary to keep warm. Not even hospitals and schools are safe from bombing. The chicken are not safe from being taken hostage. They do not get enough food or water on a daily basis. The children of Gaza are by definition starving. Over 80% of Palestinian children are suffering from depression. Over 10,000 children have lost limbs in 3 months. They are going through extreme medical procedures without any painkiller or anesthetic. The watch their parents and family die in front of them and then are forced to continue in alone to try to ensure their own safety. And despite the horror that they have to go through on a daily basis, they still are finding joy and hope. They are stronger than every single one of us and if you are able to look at all the images and videos and stories that come out on an hourly basis of what these children are going through and are still not able to take it seriously you are treating them no better than Israel is.

[perplexingly]

“He never had any real hope in the affair from the beginning; but being a cheerful hobbit he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.”

The comic is based on a scene from the chapter “The passage of the marshes”

[luriuan]

Love how Sokka spent an entire 2 episodes hating on Aang, then immediately became his older brother in the third.

[scarymath]

[hansoeii]

stede bunnet

[bunnions]

something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).

it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.

two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.

you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.

his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.

the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.

[yudol-skorbi]

teeny tiney hut to make them all safe and sound

[kiisaes]

momma's boy

[polarsirens]

trials

[lunarlivs]

here is harry as fun kids i found on pinterest :)

[critterbitter]

Sometimes, it's lonelier when you're in a crowd you can't understand. Elesa, who struggles with the language divide and being hard of hearing, solves this by simply refusing to engage.

BONUS! The twins did not get their starters yet. They think Elesa’s so cool and stoic. This is a hilarious misunderstanding.

Want something funnier? Here's my submas masterpost!