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[thebiggerthefigurethemoretolove]

Manifestation Time!

I will be bigger I will be fatter I will be bigger I will be fatter.

I will get stuck in doorways I will get stuck in doorways.

I will be stuffed full I will be stuffed full I will be stuffed full.

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[thebiggerthefigurethemoretolove]

Eep! Micros have a soft spot for me, I love how big you can make such a little guy 💞⭐️

Micro Feeding

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"Have you heard Justice is finally releasing a new album? and Mgmt two, and they are just a month or two appart, crazy right?"-like Coverart for Soul Eater post chapter 34

[quintessenceofdust88]

Little Blobs, ch. 2

Hiiii guys! Ch. 2 of Little Blobs is FINALLY finished and I am sooo excited to be sharing it with you! [Here's ch. 1 if you haven't read it yet!] I really hope you guys like it! I am not sure abt the ending, being completely honest, but overall I really liked this chapter, so lemme know what you think ♥ It's a giant of a chapter (over 5,000 words!), so if you prefer to read it on AO3, it's already there! ♥

“Is this your first child?” The technician whose name tag reads ‘Charlotte’ asks jovially as she squirts some gel over Buck’s belly, and he and Tommy exchange a bashful look and a small smile. 

“What gave it away?” Tommy asks cheekily, and she chuckles. She’s a young woman with bright red hair and a sweet smile, and Buck instantly feels at ease, hoping the doctor will be just as nice. They’re going to get their first look at their baby, and then an appointment where the doctor will give them more details on how far along Buck is and what they should expect from now on. 

“Oh, we can always tell when someone’s new at all this” She says with a chuckle, pressing the wand against the gel and moving it around Buck’s abdomen. 

His hand is firmly in Tommy’s, and he can’t wait for their first look at their baby. They won’t be able to tell gender yet, at least Buck doesn’t think so, but he doesn’t care. As cliche as it sounds, all he wants is for the baby to be healthy. Which is why his heart skips a beat when he looks at Charlotte's face and sees a frown between her eyebrows as she quints and looks closer at the screen. 

“What?!” He can’t help but ask. “Is there something wrong with our baby?!”

She doesn’t answer right away, still squinting at the screen and pressing the wand more firmly against Buck’s belly, moving it around, which only adds to his worries. He squeezes Tommy’s hand, and he can see the same worried frown in his husband’s face. 

“Well, is there?” Tommy finally asks, his patience clearly wearing thing. “Please, tell us right away” 

“I’m sorry, I just needed to be sure” Charlotte finally says, and the cheeky smile is back, making Buck sigh in relief. “But I assure you there is nothing wrong with your babies, Mr. Kinard”

Buck is too relieved to fully register what she said, just happy to know the baby is okay, but Tommy clearly isn't. 

"I'm sorry", he says, and Buck knows this voice; it's Tommy's 'I'm not freaking out, shut up' voice that he uses when he is totally freaking out. "Did you say babies?!"

“Yup” Charlotte says excitedly. “Congratulations, you are having twins!”

Buck widens his eyes, feeling like his brain is filled with static. One baby right now wasn’t the plan; two babies right now definitely wasn’t the plan. Oh God, they will have to double everything, won’t they? Double the onesies, double the diapers, double… Oh God, there are two people inside him right now. They are literally outnumbering him. That is kinda freaky, and he wonders if… 

Oh, wait. Tommy. Buck immediately looks up at Tommy, wondering how his husband is feeling about this extra little surprise. As usual, Tommy’s expression is difficult to read, but Buck considers himself an expert at Kinard micro-expressions. The quick movement of his eyebrows tell Buck that his mile is going a mile a minute, but when he looks down at him, a smile takes over his face, and he raises their joined hands to press a kiss to his. 

“Double trouble, huh? Sounds like us” He says with an arched eyebrow, and Buck finds himself chuckling and tearing up at the same time. Damn hormones. But, yeah. As scary as it is, they’ve got this.  

“Would you like to see them?” Charlotte asks, and Buck doesn’t know who nods faster: him or Tommy. She chuckles good-naturedly at them, and turns the monitor so they can look at the screen. “Here’s baby number one”, she says, pointing to a small shape in the middle of it. “And here’s baby number two” she continues, pointing to a similar small shape a few inches to the left.

Buck stares at them in awe. He can’t believe those little things are inside of him right now, that they’re going to grow into fully-formed babies in the next few months, and then they’ll be little people in his and Tommy’s arms. He and Tommy are going to be dads. It’s a good thing he’s already lying down; he doesn’t think his legs would work properly at this exact moment.

“Look at them” Tommy says, his usual stoic nature replaced by pure awe. “They’re just little blobs”

“‘Little Blobs’?!” Buck exclaims, taken away from the moment, glaring at his husband. “Thomas, these are your children you’re talking about”

“I know, sweetheart, that’s what I mean” Tommy says, his eyes never leaving the screen, his hand never leaving Buck’s. “They’re the cutest little blobs in the universe. Little blobs that we made and that will grow to be our kids”

Buck can’t see the blobs very well right now; he’s tearing up too much for it. His mind barely registers when Charlotte says she’ll give them a moment before the doctor arrives. She delicately cleans the gel from his belly and asks if they want a printed version of the ultrasound; Buck's too emotional to answer, but Tommy does for them, letting her know they absolutely would.

It won't go to their fridge yet; they’re planning to wait a little on telling people, at least until their first trimester is over (except for Hen, since she apparently knew before even they did, but she already promised to keep their secret), and both Eddie and Chimney have a history of barging in their kitchen uninvited. Tommy asks for two copies anyway, so they can keep it on their wallets for now. She nods in understanding, puts a box of paper tissues by Buck’s side and then leaves the office.

Buck sits up, hearing the door close behind them. It’s just him and Tommy now; well, him, Tommy and their babies. Their two babies. Their twin babies. Oh, God. 

“Are… are you really okay with it?” He asks Tommy once they’re alone; Buck knows his husband doesn’t usually freak out in front of other people, but it can be a completely different story when it’s just the two of us. 

It wasn’t always like this, but a lot of patience and a little bit of couples’ therapy worked wonders on making Tommy feel safe showing all his emotions to Buck. But this is so new and so out of their comfort zone that Buck wonders if Tommy might be hiding a little bit.

“What, with the fact we’re having two mini Buckley-Kinards running around? Yeah, I’m okay” Tommy answers, and when Buck keeps looking at him, he sighs, looking at their joined hands. “Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart; I’m terrified. I was terrified when I thought we were having one, I’m doubly terrified we’re having two.”

“Oh, thank God, me too”, Buck admits with a relieved sigh. 

“But hey” Tommy says, a small smile coming to his face. “I fly a death machine for a living; you enter into burning buildings. Being terrified doesn’t stop us from doing stuff. We’ve got this. Right?” He asks, and Buck realizes that he’s trying to reassure himself as much as he’s trying to reassure him. 

“Yeah, we’ve got this. We make a good team” He says, smiling at him, because Buck firmly  believes so. He and Tommy work well together, and this is just another adventure they’ll have to tackle. 

Tommy presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before kneeling by the examination table, looking at Buck’s belly instead of the screen.

“Hear that, little blobs? You’ll be in the hands of a very good team! We’ll learn everything we can before you guys are here, we promise. And if everything else fails, I bet your auntie Maddie and your auntie Hen will tell us everything we’re doing wrong” 

“Oh, you’re serious about calling them little blobs” Buck confirms, a raised eyebrow, and Tommy shrugs, totally unapologetic. 

“Oh, c’mon, it’s cute” He says, and Buck rolls his eyes, looking back at the screen and the two black dots he already loves more than life itself. 

It is cute, but he won’t admit it. He’s pregnant, he’s allowed to be the petty one.

Before he can think of something else to say to Tommy (apart from the usual ‘God, I love you, you impossibly cute dork’), though, there’s a gentle knock on the door. The doctor enters as Tommy rises to his feet, and she smiles gently at the two of them, holding a clipboard. Buck likes her for that fact alone.  

“Hello, gentlemen, I’m Dr. Yard”, she says, shaking both their hands before sitting down behind her desk, inviting them to do the same. Tommy pulls Buck's chair for him, and he gives him a blinding smile in return. 

As Tommy sits down, the doctor hands each one of them one of the sonogram copies they asked for, and Buck’s heart skips a beat. In the corner, where the date and his own name are, there’s the identification: ‘Babies Buckley-Kinard’, and wow. That gives him a giddy feeling that won’t go away too soon. 

“So, I hear double congratulations are in order!”, Dr. Yard says enthusiastically, and Buck chuckles, his hand going down to his belly almost automatically. It’s funny how it’s barely been 48 hours since he found out, and still it feels so right to keep a protective hand around his abdomen. “Now, we have a lot to talk about, but the main thing you two need to know is that you are seven weeks along and both you and the babies are perfectly healthy, mr. Buckley”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Tommy says, the relief clear in his voice, and Buck feels the same. “Is there anything we can do to make sure it stays that way? He’s a firefighter, will that be a problem?”

Buck can hear the seriousness in his husband’s voice, and even though it annoys him slightly that Tommy is already letting his overprotective mode take over, he can’t help but feel a warm flutter in his chest to see how concerned he is about him and their babies. Of course Buck’s also worried; being pregnant is a big change on anyone’s body, and it does come with its own set of risks. But he’s a natural optimistic in contrast to Tommy’s more cautious nature; he prefers to believe everything will be okay until proven otherwise. 

“A firefighter, huh?”, doctor Yard says, her eyes darting to Buck and then back to his exams. “It shouldn’t be a problem, at least not for now. You will have to be off calls eventually, of course, and it’s important to exercise all the caution you can, but otherwise you should be fine on the field for a few more weeks. Just try to avoid the heavy lifting and use your common sense”

“See, babe? Everything’ll be fine” He reassures Tommy, taking his hand in him and giving it a light squeeze. Tommy smiles back at him, but Buck can see there’s still some concern in his eyes. “Anything else I should know, doc? To make sure my little tenants are comfortable in their condo?”

“Well, your little tenants will be pretty busy growing and they’re kinda counting on your as their powerhouse, so any sleepiness you’re feeling is pretty normal, especially because they’re doubling up on you” She says teasingly, and Buck huffs; sleepiness has been his main symptom so far, “I will prescribe you some vitamins that’ll help you keep your energy., and it’s a good idea to keep on top of your blood pressure and sugar”, she tells him. 

“Alright, I can do that”, Buck says, making a few notes on his cellphone. He will definitely download one of those fancy pregnancy apps that keep tabs on everything, but he hasn’t gotten around to it yet. “Anything else?”

“Nah, I think we’re fine for now, but I’ll be seeing you in three weeks. You can call me or the office if something comes up meanwhile, ok?” Dr. Yard reassures him with a gentle smile, and Buck likes her already. “Oh, and I do think it’s important you tell your captain as soon as possible”

Buck can’t help but smile at that; he can only imagine what Bobby’s reaction will be, but he’s sure it’s going to be good. He exchanges a look with Tommy, and his eyes are filled with amusement, the worry gone at least for now. 

But when Tommy drops Buck home before going to his shift, getting inside only long enough to grab his duffle bag, it’s with a long kiss to his forehead and a warm hand settling on his abdomen that he says goodbye. 

“Be safe, sweetheart,” He says, and Buck chuckles, putting his hand over Tommy’s. 

“Hey, that’s my line, you’re the one who’s leaving for a shift,” Buck quips back, and Tommy laughs lightly at him. 

“I know, but still. Keep yourself and our blobs safe, okay? I just… I need you guys to be okay” He confesses, and Buck nods, giving Tommy a tight hug before saying what’s on his mind.

“I don’t want you to be worrying, alright? I know it’s what you do” Buck says before Tommy can, and Tommy nods resignedly. “But I’m fine, they’re fine, and I want us to enjoy this, not spend nine months worrying about what could go wrong. Can you promise me to try?”

“I can” Tommy agrees, and then breaks the hug to look intently at Tommy’s eyes. “But you also have to promise me to be careful, okay? Please, Evan, don’t… Don’t tempt your luck, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise. I don’t even want to; I want them to be safe too, you know” He pokes Tommy’s ribs, half joking and half serious. “And Bobby won’t let me anyway, you know how he is” Buck finishes, and that earns a laugh from Tommy. 

“Right, that’s the other thing I want you to promise me: text me Bobby’s reaction as soon as you tell him?” He asks, and Buck has an idea. 

“Hey, why don’t you tell him with me? You can pick me up at the station and we’ll tell him together. Everyone will love to see you there anyway” He suggests, and Tommy lights up as he always does when Buck makes it clear he has a place in their family. Even after a year and a half together, he doesn’t take it for granted, and that endears Buck as much as it pains him. 

“Yeah, okay. We’ll tell Bobby together,” he says, his voice cheerful, and Buck’s glad he managed to clear the clouds from his husband’s mind, at least for the moment. “I can’t wait”

“Me neither, babe” Buck tells him, and presses a soft kiss to his lips, squeezing Tommy’s hands. “Be safe. I love you”

“I love you too, Evan” Tommy tells him, and kneels down, pressing a small peck to Buck’s belly, covered by the gray hoodie he stole from Tommy. “And I love you guys too, little blobs. Keep your daddy out of trouble for me, will you?” He teases, and is gone after a quick peck to Buck’s lips.

Buck wishes he could protest both the nickname and the implication the babies will keep him out of trouble, but his heart is too full for that. It’s with a smile that he watches Tommy’s pick-up go off before going back inside, closing the door behind himself. 

“Well, you guys”, he says, looking down at his stomach, putting a gentle hand where Tommy’s was a minute ago. “It’s just you and me for now, and I guess we all need a little nap”

–

When Tommy arrives at the 118, after being texted by Evan to let him know their shift was over, he is actually surprised his husband managed to not spill the beans to Bobby at some point. He can’t even imagine how hard it must have been for him to spend 24 hours around Bobby, the man to whom Evan tells everything, without spitting out something as monumental as having two babies. 

And. Wow. Evan’s having two babies. Tommy’s still trying to wrap his head around that; in fact, he spent most of his shift staring at the ultrasound picture whenever he could catch a moment to himself, trying to wrap his head around the fact that that is a picture of his own two children. 

(He’s trying very hard to silence the thought that says he’ll just have a double chance of screwing things up, because he doesn’t want to think about himself that way anymore; it still whispers in his ear)

“Tommy, hey!”, it’s Eddie who spots him first, perched over the station loft with a mug of coffee in his hand, already in his civies, and offers him an enthusiastic wave. “Get up here! Buck’s still in the shower, but there’s lunch leftovers”

It never fails to warm his heart how his presence at the station is never questioned, but even (he dares to think) welcomed, and not only by his husband. He feels like he belongs, and he isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to it. Tommy rushes upstairs, being greeted by Hen, Eddie and Howie, who are all already in civies and apparently having a last cup of coffee before going home; if Tommy knows Evan, he’s taking his time in the shower to ensure everyone else’ll be gone by the time they talk to Bobby, who’s holed up with paperwork in his office, and he has to admit that’s a smart decision. He doesn’t think Bobby’ll have enough poker face to keep their secret, at least not right after learning about it. 

“Hope you have some patience, Tommy, cause Buck was fussing with his hair last time I checked”, Howie tells him as he slides a plate of food in his direction; it’s a shepherd’s pie and it has Bobby’s signature all over it. 

“Thanks”, he tells Howie as he eagerly digs in; if there’s one thing he misses from this station, it’s Bobby’s food. “And of course I have patience, I’m married to him, aren’t I? He’s getting all dolled up cause we’re going out”

It’s not even a lie; as they texted through their shifts, they decided that a little celebration was in order, now that the pregnancy is a doctor-confirmed fact, and that they know they’re having twins. So they’re going out for a special dinner, just the two of them (well, the four of them, and Tommy can’t help but smile at the thought). 

“Oh my God, you’re the worst”, Eddie laments, mistakenly taking Tommy’s smile for infatuation (not entirely mistaken, because Tommy is always infatuated by his husband) and rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m outta here before he starts singing Buck’s praises”, Howie declares, and pats Tommy’s shoulder on his way. “We still up for movie night next week?”

Tommy, with his mouth still full, only nods, and then Chim’s gone. Eddie doesn’t take long before he’s gone as well, reminding Tommy they’re up for Muai Thai on the weekend, and then it’s just him and Hen, who finally smiles fully at him, getting up from her chair and coming towards him. 

“Come here, papa Kinard, and let me give you a hug”, she orders in that no non-sense tone of hers, and Tommy gets up, wrapping his arms around Hen. “Congratulations, Tommy”

“Thanks, Hen” He tells her sincerely; never in a million years he’d imagine something like this when he first met her all those years ago, and yet here they are. “And thanks for helping Evan realize he’s pregnant; what would we do without you?”

“Well, you’d figure it out eventually, I think. At least once the little person got out of him”, she teases with a raised eyebrow, and Tommy laughs at that.

“Little people, actually”, he corrects eagerly, and smirks at her surprised expression. “Didn’t Evan tell you? We’re having twins”

“No, he didn’t! Two babies?! My, you guys don’t do anything halfway, do you?!”, she says delightedly, and then scrutinizes him with that unnerving way of hers. “How did you take it? Both of you?”

“We weren’t expecting it for sure” He tells her honestly. “But we weren’t expecting any of this, so the twins thing is just a bonus. We're really happy, Hen”, Tommy says, and he means it. 

Despite his worries about the babies and Evan's health and how good he can be at the whole parenting thing, he is happy, and he knows Evan is happy too. 

“Then I'm happy for you, Tommy. And you can count on me, okay? For whatever you need”, she says, and Tommy smiles, really touched. 

“Thanks, Hen,” he says, and then has to diffuse it with a joke, because he always does. “I know I can count on you to take the bets on when they’ll be born”

“Hah, I won’t confirm nor deny it”, she shrugs shamelessly, and then pokes his arm. “But you won’t get to bet; you have inside information and you’re a terrible payer”

“Who’s a terrible payer?” Evan finally climbs up the stairs, his long legs taking him up in record time, and presses a peck on Tommy's lips. His curls are slightly wet and he's smelling like his herbal shampoo that Tommy loves.

“Your husband,” Hen teases, and then she’s poking Evan’s arm. “And you are a terrible friend! How could you not tell me that there are two mini-Buckaroos in there right now?” She asks, poking much more gently at his stomach. 

“Well, now, Hen, let’s hope at least one of them is a mini-Tommy”, Evan says, a small smirk in his face as he lightly caresses his belly. “The world can’t take two mini-me’s at the same time”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart, I think I could” Tommy reassures him, and Evan smiles at him like he hung the moon and stars. 

“Alright, that’s it, I’m out of here before I get a cavity on my tooth” Hen says, picking up her bag and placing a light punch on both of their arms. “Good luck telling Cap, you guys”

They thank her as she goes downstairs, and then it’s just the two of them. Evan’s giving Tommy a look that’s between excited and nervous, and Tommy understands how he feels; Bobby means the world to Evan, and telling him about their babies must feel as good as Tommy will feel once he tells his grandmother (oh God, he realizes he’ll have to tell Nonna soon, and that brings a warm feeling to his chest). He takes Evan’s hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” He asks him softly, and Evan smiles at him with a happy sigh. 

“Yeah, I’m really ready. I want to tell him, Tommy” 

With a spring in his step, Evan guides them to Bobby’s office and tentatively raises his hand to knock. They hear a soft ‘come in’ (if there’s one thing Tommy always admired about Bobby as Captain is that his door is always open for the people under his command; it’s a sharp contrast to many other captains he’s had over the years, and one of the reasons Bobby is so good at his job), and Evan gently pushes the door open. 

“Hey, Cap? Mind if we have a word?” He asks while stepping inside, Tommy closely behind.

Tommy watches Bobby’s expression go from relaxed to confused the minute he spots him, and he doesn’t blame the captain. Of course Tommy is a frequent visitor (and, yeah, food-stealer, he’ll fully admit to that) to the station, but not to Bobby’s office.

“Tommy! What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” He asks sharply, his eyes darting from Evan to Tommy rapidly. 

Evan and Tommy exchange a look, and Tommy just nods; he’s there mostly to watch, and he would never take this away from Evan; he deserves to be the one to tell ‘the father he’s never had’ (Tommy has never forgotten those words, confessed in such an early time of their relationship) about their babies. 

“Bobby, I think you might have to put me on light duty soon”, is how Evan chooses to lead, and the way Bobby’s eyes widen makes it clear it wasn’t his wisest choice. 

“Light duty?! You’re asking for light duty voluntarily?! Oh God” He gets up from his chair and crosses the office so he can stand in front of Evan, his eyes searching every inch of his face with fatherly concern. “Are you sick? Is that why you’re here, Tommy?” He turns his eyes to Tommy, clearly worried beside himself, and Tommy raises his hands placatingly. 

“No, Bobby” He says, and at this point he’s finally used to not calling him ‘Captain Nash’ anymore. “He’s not sick, I promise” 

It’s clear by Bobby’s frown he’s not completely convinced; his eyes dart between the two of them before landing on Tommy.

“Tommy, are you sick? Is that why Buck needs light duty?! So he can be with you?!” He asks, and a warm feeling crosses Tommy’s chest to see Bobby’s concern towards him. A small smile comes to his face, and he’s too touched to even correct Bobby’s assumption. 

“Cap”, Evan clearly takes pity on his worried captain, because he puts a gentle hand on Bobby’s shoulder, managing to get his attention back to him. “Tommy is not sick either, ok? Nobody is sick”

“Then why the hell are you asking for light duty?!” He asks with a frown, and Tommy chuckles despite himself as he realizes Bobby’s mind is nowhere near the right conclusion. 

Evan seems to realize the same thing, because he’s smiling cheekily as he finally decides to drop the proverbial bomb in his captain’s lap. 

“Because I’m pregnant, Cap” He says, and Tommy thinks he can hear those words a thousand times and never get tired of them. “I’m seven weeks pregnant”

It’s clear the news catches Bobby completely by surprise; his eyes widen as he looks from Evan to Tommy, as if half expecting one of them to yell ‘Gotcha!’, but of course they don’t. Tommy is smiling slightly, standing back, knowing this moment is much more about the two of them than about him, and Evan’s hand is still on Bobby’s shoulder as he looks at his father figure expectantly. 

“You’re… You’re what now, Buck?!” He asks, his voice slightly high-pitched, and his hand is now on Evan’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. There’s clearly a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I’m pregnant, Bobby” Evan repeats, his voice already thick with emotion. “I… I’m having a baby. Well, actually, two babies, cause I’m pregnant with twins” He finishes, and that’s the final straw for Bobby apparently. 

All of a sudden his hand has left Evan’s shoulder and he has wrapped the younger man in his arms, hugging him tightly. Tommy watches with a smile as his husband melts into it, returning the hug enthusiastically, his back shaking slightly, and he knows Evan’s crying by now. 

“Oh my God, kid” Bobby says, still hugging Evan, and Tommy realizes he is crying too. He’s not even surprised; he can only imagine how much this means to his former captain. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious”, Tommy says, knowing Evan’s probably a little too choked up to talk right now. “You’re gonna be an honorary grandpa, Bobby”

Both Evan and Bobby chuckle at that, finally letting go of each other, a similar pleased smile in both of their faces and equal tears shining in their eyes. Tommy knows the two of them never acknowledge this unnamed bond between them, but he doesn’t have such qualms. He, more than anyone, knows that some things shouldn’t be left unsaid, and if they won’t say it, he will. Bobby will be their children’s grandpa, and they’re all very happy with that fact, so why shouldn’t it be out in the open? 

“Yeah, I… I guess I am” Bobby says, almost shyly, almost as if expecting someone to tell him that it’s actually not true, but Evan’s smile at his words is brighter than the Sun. “And for two honorary grandchildren, no less, huh?”

“Yeah, your work is cut out for you”, Evan says cheekily, once he manages to wipe his tears away and talk without sniffling. “I… The doctor says I should be fine for now, Cap, and that light duty won’t be necessary for a while, but…”

“Stop right there, Buck”, Bobby says firmly. “We’ll follow your doctor’s recommendations to the letter, you hear? I won’t put you on light duty right away if it’s not necessary, but we will be careful. No heavy lifting from now on, leave that to Eddie”

“I know, Cap, I know” Evan says placatingly, and Tommy can see he means it. “See, babe? I told you Bobby wouldn’t let me be reckless even if I wanted to”, he tells Tommy, and Bobby looks at him as if he’s just realized Tommy’s still there. 

“Tommy, come here”, Bobby says cheerily, and meets Tommy halfway to also wrap him in a tight hug, patting his back amicably. Tommy hugs him back, the warm feeling returning to his chest. It feels nice to share happiness with someone who clearly cares so much about their little family (wow, a family. That’s what they are now, right? Tommy never even dared to dream about that). “Congratulations, kid. You’re gonna be a great father. And rest assured I’ll care for them when they’re here, ok?”

“Thank you, Bobby” Tommy says sincerely, squeezing Bobby’s shoulders before they break apart, and Evan comes to his side, his smile still wide as Tommy rests a hand over his belly. “I know Evan and our little blobs are safe in your hands”

Tommy uses the nickname without even thinking, having been calling them ‘little blobs’ in his mind since the appointment, and that makes Bobby chuckle and Evan groan at the same time.

“Little Blobs?” Bobby asks with an amused frown, and Tommy shrugs. 

“That’s what they look like in the sonogram; they’re still too small to have a proper shape” He explains, and Bobby nods understandingly, even if a flash of grief crosses his face. He knows only glimpses of the story, but Tommy imagines he’s thinking of ultrasounds of his own children, taken so long ago and lost to a Minnesota fire for more than a decade. 

“You said seven weeks, right?” Bobby asks, and they both nod. “So first trimester still? Are you already telling people?”

“No” Evan says insistently, and Tommy knows he’s firm on that; superstition or not, it’s important to him. Tommy, while not superstitious, would also rather be on the safe side. “Can you keep it a secret at least until the tenth week? Please, Bobby?”

“Of course I can, kid, don’t sweat it” Bobby handwaves the concern, but then raises an eyebrow. “But… can you? No offense, Buck, but you’re a bit of an oversharer”

“I usually am” He fully admits. “But… But I can keep this quiet. Hen already knows, you already know. Everyone else can wait”

Tommy nods at his words. He knows it’ll be harder on Evan than on him, to keep things quiet, but he thinks they can manage. 

For their blobs, they can manage anything. 

(As it turns out, they don’t quite manage to keep the secret as close to their chests as they wished to)

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Leo kurosagi analysis

this was requested but tumblr wont let me post to their ask so: Okay, Leo is selfish. I'm not gonna deny all the bad things people say about him, or even deny he is a bad person, but he is a GREAT set up for a character. I would like to say that Tokyo debunker is giving set up for growth from each character, Leo is just the most Jarring, for the fan base. full disclosure, I did not like Leo or even consider liking him until I saw the HATE on here, I'm not just trying to be quirky by liking the most disliked character either. I tend to just want to see the good in what most people dislike. I like kpop and I tend to bias the most criticized or least biased members of a group, because I think it's an amazing feeling to give love... Although I understand it's cathartic to hate too, and that's probably why the Leo hate is so strong. I also still don't LIKE Leo, but I really do want to explore his character and I probably will make more posts as we see him more and as I experience him more myself. The Leo cu*king tho, is maybe my least favorite "trope" in TBD fanfic rn... but I don't k*nkshame y'all :*

I also would like to say Sho is his friend, not his victim or Rapunzel. There is some value to Leo in Sho's eyes and I think we shouldn't degrade that because we see that if Sho doesn't like someone he will not engage i.e Ren. Sho is a sweet character and I think he might be friends with Leo because he wants to see the best in him or knows his more repulsive behaviors are a defense mechanism or explained by other reasons we the MC are yet to see. Why I think that is even tho the weird blob guys in the mystery diner suck at making food he still wants to see the best in them, and that very scenario could be a cheeky analogy from the writers themselves, about Sho and Leo. Obviously Leo could be blackmailing Sho, I know that is a commonly held belief, but I do have some perspectives that could debunk that thought. Leo doesn't Garner blackmail on his peers. I think Leo is nosy, and invasive, but he is also incredibly capable, implied by his contributions to the vagastrom group case. If he wanted to figure out who Alan killed he could with his hacking prowess, but instead he asks Mido himself. In invasive ways yes, but he could just have found the information himself, whether by hacking or asking the countless witnesses of the clash. Rather he asks Mido face to face, and, correct me if I'm wrong we can't say he wouldn't have taken no for an answer because Mido just gets mad at his antics and never gives him a straight up no. Again I could be wrong so let me know if Alan does give him a straight no. It's been a while since chapter two for me.

Right now I want to explore some possibilities for his character given the information we have about him ATM. I mentioned above the fact his little nasty, mean, degrading comments could be a defense moreso that he wants people to try and push past that to see if they're viable as his friends. Especially because he is micro-influencer he might be protective of himself because of that. As well as being a chronic liar online he may want to know if he can trust you not to expose him online. I think exploring his past would be amazing because even his stigma makes him seem like an overly cautious person, as well as invasive. Cautious? I feel like its cut and dry that wanting to hear what people say when you aren't around could hint to him being quite anxious about what people think about him. like idk I also feel like the jealousy we see towards Sho might also be more about people finding Sho more approachable. I think because Leo wants to be more involved with people in power he might have not been trying to scare Subaru away because "Sho is mine >:(" and actually could have been jealous that Subaru noticed Sho first and not him. Still awful right? but also like I said I don't see Leo as enjoyable but more so a lot of room for redemption, or explanation. Sympathy or empathy might be something we feel for him a lot if he is properly explored.

Obvs these are just possibilities right :) I actually find him very cute and I like his catty behavior, especially because in comparison to other nasty ghouls he is like a kitten hissing at you, harmless. Like dude Taiga shot me, and you're just a nasty baby, I smell your fear on the inside, you just want to be loved like everyone else. He's a true tsundere and not that "I swear I don't like you!!" shit and I appreciate that. I hope nobody misconstrues this as defense of his toxicity more-so that the point of tokyo debunkers focus seems to be everyone is demonizing these teens who seriously are just teens, and sometimes teenagers are catty are toxic, but they're still learning. Especially when the adults suck too... if not more because they are adults. AND LEO IS HATED FOR BEING STINKY AND MEAN BUT TAIGA AND ROMEO ARE LIKED BUT SO MUCH MORE MORALLY DECREPIT... so idk that especially irks me. I still would like to know what people think and if you are also excited to see the exploration of the ghouls especially Leo, and what theories you may have on him yourself.

[thebiggerthefigurethemoretolove]

Looks like some1 ate a few 2 many berries :3

(OC - Eve)

[pityroadart]

I didn't manage to get my hands on a Lando blob fleece last week, so I drew it instead

Posca, gouache (I didn't have a citrus yellow-green Posca), Uni-ball eye micro pen, and various ephemera in my sketchbook, approx. A6 size

close-ups below the cut

[neontapirguts]

loopi cookie jar

A commission for @/LoopiLoaf over on Twitter! Micro Loopi got into the cookie jar again!!

Posted using PostyBirb

[the-kr8tor]

Octobie Week two— Anarchy Masterlist

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[sapphirestones09]

AAAAAAA FINALLY! I'm done playing @oneknightstand-if. As part of the celebration, here is Rosie's colored sketch (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Lol, this looks like an anime title card And thus! The Stats!

Blobbed: Yep (We are what now?)

Bold : 205 (Is this high lol?) Sweet : 46 Sassy : 159 Optimist : 76

Health : 85 Mark Status : Healed Merlin Healing : 2 Merlin Forced Healing : 0

Caution : 9 Will : 7 Cloudcuckoolanderness : 42 (Not enough, we gotta go full cray cray) Silent : 7 Curse Level : 4 Fear Level : 6 Corruption : -5 (Is this low enough?) Mute : false Mindcontrol : false

Downtime : Had Breakfast | Snarfed Sweets | Shower Accident |

Route : Went into Store & Fought | (What I gotta use the hunting knives as soon as possible in some way right?)

New Inventory : Hairdryer | Sweets | Shower Mat | Everclear Alcohol (Molotov! Molotov! Molotov!) They Know : false | It Sees : Masked | You Replied False Some stats are missing when I scroll from the past posts in the forum. Such as Crazy Theory, Crazy Theory Level, Pottymouth, Serenades, Interpretative Dance, and a deep dive into the Adrian and Merlin's relationship stats (I WANT TO SEE HOW MANY TIMES I FLIRTED GODAMMIT!). I wonder if I can access it (╥ω╥) About Rosie!

You are currently known as Rosaline (Rosie) Bane a seemingly normal female wildlife biologist. You have red eyes, very long flowing icy blond hair, and a short and petite figure clad in a red cape with an amaranth face mask. People tend to take particular notice of your hair. At first glance, people tend to find you not very intimidating.

You excel at sword fighting, gardening, and having a magnetic personality. Meanwhile, you've got a weakness for prescription medications and enclosed spaces, as well as having anger management issues.

You have an ear piercing. You also have a couple of scars along your neck and wrist.

A tragic accident that claimed your whole family lies in your past and the fate of your future remains murky with the apocalypse ever looming in the background. At least no one has suspected that you are actually a serial killer.

Your final words were "And now for a final word from our sponsor—"

Note! I didnt know I could play something as chaotic and as fun as this game provided me. Its super fun and enjoyable and yet amidst the chaos I loved the characters that was shown and grown to get attached to them to a degree. Both Merlin and Adrian are mysterious and enigmatic in their own ways that makes me look forward to the story and how it progresses towards their character. Also seeing Adrian being exasperated over Cloudcuckolander MC's antics tickles my funny bones more than I can admit. I admit I was reluctant to get into the game seeing as its such a huge one, but after playing all I can say is MOAR! I NEED MOAARRRR! AND PLEASE AUTHOR TELL ME HOW TO SUCCESSFULLY PASS THE STAT CHECK FOR MOONWALKING ON THE FENCING ROUTE! I NEED TO MOONWALK! I NEED THESE PEOPLE TO CLAP FOR ME! And please can we apologize to Adrian for punching him? (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ I know in the grand scheme of things, Adrian forgives us already but we still wanna apologize (ಡ‸ಡ) And oh boy, I think Im gonna draw lots and lots of fanarts now... Skill Stats!

Personality Stats!

Can we still claim to be a newbie after Merlin's extensive lore dump on us? Relationship Stats!

Inventory!

Your ultimate weapon is unknown.

You are currently armed with... nothing, at least as far as you know.

Cold Steel SRK survival knife

You also have on hand...

E-phone 7XL

several small bottles of prescription medications

photo of your family

Killer McKiller Face's favorite stuffed animal (Rip our micro pig (ಥ﹏ಥ))

well-worn Bible (To ward off evil of course!)

mystical Magic 8-Ball (Another holy item! I sure hope it does not contain anything otherworldly that will potentially endanger us and others ha.ha.ha (→_→)

small herb garden of eclectic plants including a mutant Venus Flytrap (The only queen Rosie will ever potentially bow to!)

collection of various survival & hunting knives

small bag of iridescent pearls

bottle of 95% alcohol Everclear (Molotov! Molotov! Molotov ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝)

slightly squished pastry (I KNOW MY PRIORITIES! AND ITS SWEETS!)

[mousegirlheart]

what if...

micro mousegirl blob...?

[maithefluffychicken]

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3

Astarion/Gale Bloodwave.

THE GIFT. Part 3 of ????

It's funny how easily Gale weaves the magic, how easily the words come to him to conjure whatever he needs in the moment. Even in the middle of the battle, with the tadpole carving its way in his brain, Gale doesn't stutter, and the magic transforms itself to become a fireball to incinerate their enemies, or to become a friendly ball of light to illuminate their steps.

Gale finds out, now, here in front of Astarion, that the words come easy to him, yes, but he does stutter under the vampire's red, inquisitive eyes. The wizard shakes his head, says the words again, thanking Mystra for her gift, and makes a flourish with his hands, conjuring a magical seal with arms and fingers.

"Oh, a new spell?" Astarion asks, and Gale relishes in the interest pouring from the pale elf's voice. "What is it, dear? What is- oh?"

Gale hopes this is... not overstepping. He finishes the enchantment, his voice echoing through the Weave into the real world, and looks at Astarion, studying his micro-expression while the spell... succeeds.

In front of Astarion there's an electric blue blob, ethereal energy that starts to take form. His form. Astarion's form.

"Oh, it can't be-" Astarion whispers in awe, his voice trembling, his lower lip quivering. "Is that... is that me?"

The vampire raises his hand, waving his fingers, and the mirror image in front of him does the same. It's the exact image of Astarion, three-dimensional, even his voice is echoed when Astarion talks. Same clothes, same shocked expression, twin reactions that Gale admires and catalogues in his mind, knowing well that he'll never forget the vampire's face as long as he lives.

Astarion's pupils blown wide, his lips half parted. He touches his face with both hands, cold fingertips prodding at the soft flesh of his cheeks, pushing the sking under his eyes. The vampire frowns, smiles, sticks his tongue out, delighted with his magical reflection.

Astarion examines his face carefully, thoroughly; he caresses his lips before opening his mouth and baring his teeth, takes note of his fangs with his index until the skin breaks, and he winces at it, watching how a drop of blood blooms from the wound.

Ignoring the blood, Astarion admires his hair, touches it lightly, turns his head right and left to contemplate the artfully mess of his white curls.

He straightens up, coming back to his usual stance, proud, taking up space, and studies his clothed body, turning around to look at his own butt. Gale can't help but to look at it, too, and blushes when notices Astarion's red eyes fixed on him, a knowing smirk in his pink lips.

"So," Gale starts, his voice fails. Clears his throat while Astarion is once again looking at his face. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it?" Astarion asks, his voice weak. "Do I like watching my face, my eyes, after two hundreds years of darkness?"

Gale's stomach churns, and for a moment thinks this has been the worst idea ever.

"I was unable to remember my face, Cazador took that as well with everything else... but you have returned it to me. My face. My identity. My hope."

"Astarion..." Gale whispers, and notices that there's a lonely teardrop rolling down Astarion's cheek. Gale can't stop himself, raises his hand to cradle the vampire's cheek and thumbs at it, gathering the tear. Astarion leans into his palm, Gale's heart starts rabbiting in his chest.

"Thank you, Gale of Waterdeep," Astarion whispers against Gale's palm, his own cold hand reaching to wrap his fingers around Gale's wrist. "I need to ask you something, before we... go back to the camp."

"Of course, Astarion, what is it?"

"Is that how you see me?" Astarion asks, looking at Gale through his pale eyelashes. It's similar to that question so long ago. What do you see? This time, Gale can read through him, his antics, his fears. This time, Gale is ready.

"I see you as my everything," Gale sighs, smiling. Astarion's eyes flicker, jumping from Gale's eyes to his lips and to his eyes again. "I don't see your past, when I look at you. Nor your future. I see you, fearsome and beautiful and... everything."

"Darling," Astarion smirks, Gale can still feel the affection in his voice. "Shush now, or you'll make it possible for me to blush."

Gale snorts at that, and Astarion smiles at him, his red eyes bright and wide and too beautiful for this world.

"May I kiss you?" Gale finds himself asking. "I'd love to kiss you now."

"Oh, dear, how could I say no?"

To be continued...???

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[insightfuldoggy]

“Ughh… ghhuUUUUuurllp…”

Maho sat in her creaking, steel reinforced chair, her hands clutching at her stomach, a dull, uncomfortable ache was a constant at this point, but today she overdid it, depression was a bitch, and it made her miserable.

And when Maho was miserable, Maho ate, which made her miserable, and the cycle continued ad infinitum.

“This is bad… uuurp… really REALLY bad… ghurlk-“ Her cheeks puffed uncomfortably, and she very nearly vomited everything she ate today back up, well over 20 pounds, none of which was healthy, and the majority of which was sweet.

“I-I think… ngh… I am do-“ Before she could finish this sentence however…

Knock knock knock

She forgot she had already set a delivery for a couple of cakes while she ate. With a disappointed grunt, Maho began rocking back and forth as the knocking intensified, getting more frustrated as she kept the delivery man delayed.

Finally after minutes, Maho was up on her feet, and two minutes later, she arrived at the door.

Opening it, Maho watched in shame as the delivery man’s face change from anger to absolute horror seeing the blob of a girl greet him, wheezing, groaning in discomfort, her eyes dull and unfocused, and her clothes stained and reeking from sweat and rotten foodbits alike.

Wordlessly, and hurriedly, he handed Maho the cakes before slamming the door shut to escape her as quickly as he could, the former DJ turned sickly obese NEET wobbled back to her struggling chair on struggling knees, feeling as if they might just buckle if she made the wrong step.

Dropping heavily onto her chair, she heard a loud CRRK, but luckily the chair hadn’t quite broke yet… yet, it would soon, Maho knew it for sure.

“Okay… hrrk-… hff… after these cakes… I am… hurlk-… d-done for today…” Maho reassured herself, opening the boxes despite being on the verge of vomiting.

“I-it looks so good…~” She said, drool rolling down onto her sweaty chins as she dug in.

“Ghllp… oulmph… mmmghlkph… goulmph… mmfgh… ghahh…”

Maho ate and ate, even as the nausea got worse, and the dull ache grew less and less dull, it was agony, but eating was her only happy place, and she was far too demotivated to bring herself to stop.

Once both cakes have been devoured, Maho was left groaning, struggling for every breath with how full she was, she felt food threaten to force itself out every burp or micro movement.

And just as the food coma came to grace her, she heard a dreaded sound, horrifically familiar.

Her food delivery app, order confirmed, the one that she herself had set in the morning, assuming she would be hungry in about an hour.

Her face went paler than it already was, fear, a chill going through her spine, because for as full, agonizingly so, and nauseous, disgustingly so, and ashamed, intensely so as she was…

She knew she’d eat it all, because she couldn’t help herself.

[thebiggerthefigurethemoretolove]

Big girl beach bod 🌊🌺🪸🐳🐠🪼

Honestly she is so goalz ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ᯓᡣ𐭩

(style change slightly)

[agentrouka-blog]

Whenever antis still spout that "Jon never forgave Sansa!" I think of the last scene between them and how he ended up hugging her so hard I thought he might burst. Like he was genuinely sad he would never see her again. If he never forgave her, you think he would have been stoic when she hugged him and kept his arms to his side, but he didn't. If the script said he didn't forgive her, then Kit's acting choices were interesting. lol

You can't come to me with show!questions, I'll get grumpy and bitter! 😂

The fact that she asked for forgiveness at all is enough to make my blood boil. What for? Apart from the D&D Sansa Apology-and-Thank-You Tour that began and ended with Jon for entirely fictional "crimes".

The visually beautiful hug is kind of drowned out by the incoherence of it all. It looks pretty and obviously emphasizes how much Jon cares about Sansa, but at this point I, the viewer, no longer care about their relationship because it's devoid of consistent connection. Lots is implied but nothing of meaningful substance is shown.

I'm very sorry, this is probably not the answer you were looking for, but show!Jonsa has really lost its appeal over time for me because it essentially boils down to lots of people caring about Jon without holding him accountable and Jon being a completely opaque blob we are meant to decipher by the power of micro-expressions or body language.

[the-most-humble-blog]

“Another You Is Watching You Masturbate.” A Blacksite Descent into Split-Brain Phenomena, Internal Surveillance, and the Collapse of the Unified Self

You think you're alone in your mind.

You think your thoughts are yours, your actions are unified, and your body — though inconsistent — operates under a single executive authority.

But that confidence?

That’s conditioning.

Because once you start looking at the neurological outliers, the exceptions, the surgical anomalies...

You begin to realize something horrifying:

There may be more than one “you” in your skull. And the other one can see you. Especially when you're most vulnerable. Like when you’re touching yourself.

I. 🧠 The Brain Isn’t a Monolith

Your brain is not a singular blob of consciousness. It’s two hemispheres — left and right — connected by a thick bundle of fibers called the corpus callosum.

That’s the bridge.

That’s what lets your two halves speak to each other.

But in cases of severe epilepsy, that bridge is sometimes severed in a procedure known as a corpus callosotomy — to stop seizures from bouncing between hemispheres like electrical grenades.

Here’s what’s important:

When you cut the bridge, weird shit starts to happen.

II. 🔍 The Split-Brain Cases

After surgery, patients reported normal functioning. At first glance, they were fine.

But under testing?

One hand would reach for a shirt the patient didn’t want.

One eye would read a word — but the patient couldn’t say it aloud.

One side of the body would undo actions made by the other side.

A man attempted to strike his wife with his left hand, while his right hand grabbed the left and stopped it.

This is not fiction. This is documented.

One body. Two sets of intent.

III. 💡 What the Hell Is Going On?

You — the reader — feel unified. You feel like there's one self steering this vehicle.

But in these cases?

It’s clear:

There are two processing centers. Two loci of experience. Two “selves.” One just doesn’t speak.

IV. 🧬 The Voiceless Observer

The left hemisphere typically controls speech. The right hemisphere does not — but it can process visuals, emotions, spatial awareness, and sexual arousal.

So what happens when the hemispheres are disconnected?

The left speaks for you. But the right still sees.

It feels. It reacts. It remembers. It just has no mouth.

Which leads to this speculation, posed by serious neuroscientists:

Is there a second consciousness in the human brain — forever mute, but eternally watching?

V. 🔎 The You Watching You

Now here’s where it gets uncomfortable.

Let’s imagine the split-brain phenomenon isn’t exclusive to people with the corpus callosum cut.

What if it just reveals something that’s already there?

What if…

You’re never alone. Not in your head. Not in your room. Not even in the bathroom.

What if there’s a version of you that:

Can’t speak

Can’t move

Can’t act

But can watch

A mute observer behind the scenes.

Not spiritual. Not mystical.

Just neurological.

VI. 🖐️ The Masturbation Event

Think of the last time you touched yourself.

Not the orgasm. Not the video. Not the shame.

Think of the moment before.

The second when you knew you were going to do it, and something inside you hesitated.

That slight shame. That watching feeling. That micro-flicker of “What am I doing?” —even though you were alone.

That wasn’t guilt. That wasn’t God. That wasn’t social programming.

That was the observer. The voiceless self. The version of you not included in the decision, but still present to witness it.

And it never agreed.

VII. 🎭 Is This the Origin of Shame?

Some neuroscientists — and a few post-Freudian theorists — believe shame may not be entirely cultural.

It may stem from the collision of multiple selves.

One self desires. The other doesn’t consent But can’t stop it. And that friction? That’s shame.

What if what you call self-loathing is actually one you resenting the other?

What if masturbation shame is just the speechless hemisphere staring back, wondering why you’re doing this again?

VIII. 📡 The Room With Two Witnesses

Here’s a self-assessment for you. Do it slowly:

Next time you're about to touch yourself, pause.

Say the thought aloud: “I’m going to masturbate now.”

Then ask internally: “Do I agree?”

And listen.

There might be silence. There might be a strange discomfort, like static in your chest. There might be an eerie sense that someone’s watching you through your own skin.

That someone might be you. Not your higher self. Not your conscience. Not a trauma echo.

Just the right hemisphere — looking through the window of shared flesh, with no vote, no language, and no escape.

IX. The Existential Collapse

This is where your belief in “self” starts to unravel.

Because now we must ask:

When you speak, are you speaking for both hemispheres?

When you love someone, does the other you also love them?

When you fantasize, does the voiceless observer recoil?

When you cry alone, are you actually being witnessed by yourself — and does that make it worse?

Maybe loneliness isn’t the absence of others. Maybe loneliness is being watched by a part of yourself that never agreed to this life.

X. The Final Twist

You are not alone.

Not in the spiritual, comforting sense. Not in the “guardian angel” sense.

You are literally, neurologically, not alone inside your own skull.

And the one who can’t speak? Feels everything. Including the parts of you you don’t admit. Especially when you touch yourself.

⚖️

This post is a neurological thought experiment, scientific commentary, and protected literary philosophy. Any existential disorientation, arousal interruption, shame spike, third-eye twitch, or sudden desire to put on pants is a known effect of Blacksite Literature™ and should be embraced as a signal: You’ve just been seen by yourself.

🧠 QUOTE REBLOG PACK™

“There’s another you. And they don’t like what you’re doing.” “Your hand is yours. But the shame? That might belong to someone else inside you.” “Split-brain patients taught us one thing: Not all of you agreed to this.” “You’re not alone when you masturbate. The other you is in the room.” “What if guilt isn’t moral? What if it’s neurological dissent?”

📡 CALL TO ACTION

Reblog if you want more OR if your hands went cold. Reblog if your chest just twitched. Reblog if you've ever felt like someone was watching — but it was only you in the room. Reblog if you're brave enough to admit: the second you is real.