#huggs

[the-finn-and-fern-ask-blog]

finnnnnn

hug ferrrrnnn

heessss deeppprrreseeeeasssseeedddd

“Now you’ve done it.”

“It’s going to take forever to get him off”

[askmafiabobvelseb]

I need hug

Tlc is important! <:)

[thebekashow]

Bobba, Please gib hug. It been a stressfull week recently.

"Of course!"

[savedelete]

huggs ~

[anulithots]

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who you think deserve a hug. Let the hugging begin! ♥

HUGGGSSSSSSS.

[septembergold]

[groovyangelkisses]

THE most logan song ever i'm in hysterics right now!!!

to be loved by logan!!! to be held in his arms while he trembles, trying to protect you sososos desperately!!!! repeating over and over "not my baby, not my baby" to soothe himself AND you!!!! to have lingering stares at the dinner table at xavier's school!!! to hope you'll see his eyes light up and a smile overtake his face!!! even if its not you making him smile!!!! to feel his ankle graze yours!!! feel his chest against your back!!!! hear his footsteps down the hall and know he's still here!!!! still breathing!!!! to know he'll look for YOU in every room... my god, it's an instinct!!!!

to be loved by logan!!!! to smell his cologne and see his laundry folded next to yours!!!! to watch him give and give and give himself until he's standing at your door with his heart in his hands asking you, begging you to want him!!!! to let him in!!! to let him home!!!!

to be loved by logan!!! to hear his breath next to you at night!!! knowing when he's finally asleep or awake thinking!!! thinking of you </3

[whollysensei]

i ve been busy doing terrorism in a terrorist country (gaying) anyway eva 😭😭😭

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[carmillas-girlfriend]

GIVE ME THAT LITTLE KISS!!!!!!!!!

[connabeth]

i won’t let you choke (on the noose around your neck)

percabeth | canon | 10k

written with the lovely @silenab, thank you for indulging me, it’s been an honor. happy birthday percy, here’s the woman you love torturing herself mentally and physically, hope you appreciate it!

Time moves, unforgiving like the sea, relentless and indifferent, sweeping away the days with a rhythm that carries everyone forward, everyone but her. Her feet are anchored ankle-deep in the sand, fighting the tide urging her to move. But she remains rooted, caught in the undertow of a memory, a place where the world was a little simpler, or perhaps where the pain was less excruciating. It’s like she’s invisible, this time without the hat, a ghost watching as the tides of time erase the footprints of what once was while she stands there, watching people pass her through, an echo of the past.

Annabeth is left with a fickle ankle, immune to ambrosia and nectar, that seems to take pleasure in catching her off-guard, rendering her limb useless, the heat of humiliation spreading up her leg and to her cheeks like a wildfire. She’s angry. She’s so, so angry. The condemnation of being helpless, worthless, unable to do simple things herself, a burden to every poor soul unfortunate enough to come across her. To Percy, especially, once he finds out. She pushes that thought to the side. He can’t see her like this. She refuses to let him.

More so than a perfidious ankle haunted by phantom pains, she is missing her limbs entirely. Her backpack, brand-new, sits empty, devoid of that precious laptop she cherished more than most things, gifted to her by none other than Daedalus himself, home to secrets and technology so revolutionary that people would only be able to comprehend it fifty years from now. The faded blue Yankees cap, once a staple in her wardrobe, gifted to her by her mother, in what she’d believed to be a token of love and faith and favoritism, collects dust inside her nightstand drawer because she can’t bear to look at it without wanting to tear it to shreds.

And, most importantly…the cool press of metal that had burrowed a home against her hip for over a decade. Gifted to her by a boy who’s charming grin and cerulean eyes and conniving tongue had sounded, looked, and felt like home, with the promise that she would meet a much less tragic fate than its previous owner. A piece of metal that had had her back through everything, an extension of her arm, quick and sharp and lethal, like its wielder, the manifestation of the Great Prophecy itself, the underlying curse of betrayal and hope etched into the bronze hilt, the memory of someone she used to love living within it. And now it’s gone. Just like that. Strapped to her waist is a blade of cool ivory, much longer, also ridden with loss, almost as painful.

Annabeth knows the only part of herself that is left is Percy and she’d─she’d shattered that too. Dragged the poor lovesick fool into hell and made him a shell of himself, effectively ruining all that remains.

Her voice grows hoarse and her throat feels like drinking from the Phlegethon would be a mercy. She clutches at the unruly curls on her head, eyes squeezed shut, tugging, tugging, tugging, and the noise ringing in her ears is so, so loud. Her scalp screams in protest and she lets go, only to dig her nails into her palms and the flesh of her exposed thighs. Her fist and fingers tremble with the anguish of a thousand broken promises. She doesn’t know how long she stays like that, but her mind vaguely registers that it might be too long.

Annabeth opens her eyes with a stuttered breath and stares at the beautiful sanguine crescents littering her thighs, her tender brown skin so soft, so yielding to the deliberate press of her nails that made a home there, a landscape carved of contempt and penance. It doesn’t relieve the deep-seated ache in her chest but she doesn’t care. The sting of the lacerated skin doesn’t register in her mind and she finds herself wishing the blood would flow a little thinner, a little faster. For every ounce of blood Percy’s shed for her, wasted on her, she wants to bleed twofold. She wants to pay back her debt in flesh and blood, though she’s deeply aware that the damage she’s done to him is irreversible and no amount of rotten flesh, no amount of noxious blood could mend his broken parts back together and absolve her of her guilt.

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[phantazmikfoo]

"Reunion"

[The Narrator lost track of Stanley for about 3 hours after he clipped through the floor (again), freaked out, and then finds the office worker in the break room fast asleep. he doesn't waste any time quickly running to him.]

[Stanley discovers that The Narrator who he thought would be cold to the touch (cause he's mostly machine), was actually very warm. He finds it oddly comforting.]

The lighting was hard to nail with this one, but i like a good challenge!! >:)

[anamdreams69]

schuul sketchbook doodles..

[minaminokyoko]

This post won't get any notes and I don't fucking care--I CLIMBED MOUNT PADALECKI TODAY.

So Atlanta Comic Con is this weekend and I saw that Jared Padalecki was going, but what's CRAZY is his rates were half what they are at SPN cons so it meant he was now within my price range ($160 for the photo op, $140 for the autograph) so I saved up and me and my friend @batmarg drove up to see him at the GA World Congress Center.

So we did the autograph first. I told him that it means a lot to me that Sam is kind of an outcast and has this anxiety and anger issues, and that I really enjoyed the performance. He was so sweet and gracious and told me I looked pretty, which is so awesome.

I also got to meet Ron Perlman at his autograph table. He's a man of few words, but he made a couple of chuckleworthy jokes and thanked me for coming out to see him, and he gave us each a fist bump! It was a legendary moment, no pun intended. What a guy.

As for the photo op with Jared, that also has a little giggle moment attached to it. I always ask actors or celebrities if a hug is okay--I never want to be disrespectful and do something outside of their comfort zone--and he grins at me and says "I fucking LOVE hugs" and then gathers me up in his arms and SQUISHES ME INTO HIM SO NICE AND TIGHT. Oh, it was PERFECT. See, I'm 5'8'' and that's 3 inches taller than the average American girl, so I kind of have a little bit of a complex where I like guys over six feet tall because I just feel safer when they hug me, and I didn't even ask him to squish me but he did it anyway and I am OVER THE FUCKING MOON ABOUT IT. I love, love, love being squished by tall celebrities, so he really did make my day, month, year, and life with that. I'm so grateful I got to meet him and without having to fly to an SPN con and pay $300-350 for it too. If nothing else, I thank 2024 for letting me have this one tiny little thing in the field of misery that is my life.

Thanks for everything, Moose! It was wonderful meeting you. <3

[raviollies]

This has been sitting in my WIP folder for too long that I don't feel like finishing it so pls just take it

[chandralia]

even more bkdk cozy merch :’)