#omg this

[multicolour-ink]

Ok but I NEED TO TALK ABOUT MY TWO FAVOURITE FRAMES FROM THE BROS HUG

After the first hug, Mario immediately goes to gently cup and pull Luigi's face towards him. He needs to take in that his brother is right here. He needs to make sure that he's not hurt.

And stars help Bowser if Luigi was!

THE FOREHEAD TOUCH

Oh stars the forehead touch. So much meaning in this one moment ❤💚

Now, forehead touches can have various meanings in many cultures; but in general, touching ones forehead to another person's is a way to get across love, soothe anxiety, and can be seen as a protective gesture.

And that's exactly what's happening here. The Bros are grounding themselves in the moment. And look at the way their eyes meet! In various cultures as well, the eyes are believed to be windows to the soul. The Bros are not just communicating through their physical affection - they are healing each other's hearts.

And given what they have been through, they need it 💗

In this one moment, the Bros can forget about the terror and danger around them.

In this one moment, they are able to focus on the one thing that matters the most to them.

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Also a side note: Luigi doesn't say a word during this exchange (not counting after, when he makes the bear comment 😁). And some will probably think "Oh man that sucks!", but honestly it says a lot about these characters. Luigi chooses to remain silent, because he knows that if he attempted to speak in that moment, he would burst into tears and be unable to stop💧

[hearted-anon]

Peace and...massages?

Words: 1.4k Notes: I swear I'm not trolling y'all this time. Headcanon by @itzsana-kiddingmenow T/w: Pinning (no restraints), no angst, but intense tickles for the baby Lee: Changbin Ler(s): Channie, Felix

Changbin whimpered softly, trying to keep himself quiet as the pain in his shoulder persisted like an injection that throbbed in the muscle. He may or may not have overexerted himself at the gym once again in a desperate attempt to lose weight, and now his muscles ached as if he had ran a marathon at least 5 times. Sinking his face into the couch, he wailed in annoyance, praying that the pain would go away soon.

That was probably why he jumped with a squeal when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, almost immediately recognised to be Chan. He lifted his head slowly to meet the empathetic gaze, almost melting under the warm smile that was flashed his way that almost made him forget how much pain he was in.

Almost.

"Bin, what's wrong?" The older pressed harder into the sore muscles of his shoulder, making him wince in agony. It was like he did it on purpose, only pretending to confirm his suspicions on how the poor rapper was suffering. However, the younger knew well if he explained the real reason behind those aches he'd be wrecked into oblivion, having already made a promise to exercise less and be less restricting with his diet. (helping with dieting..)

"N-Nothing..." The younger muttered, trying his best not to give away the fact he was already starting to relax despite Chan barely doing anything that could be considered a massage. It all became worse when a certain sunshine waltzed in, finding the oldest leaning and pressing onto Bin's shoulder blades, watching the scowl that formed as he tried to hide it.

"I'm sure it's not just nothing, hyung.." Felix waddled over with a smile of empathy of his own towards the duo, settling for manoeuvring the two so Changbin was in-between the Australians. Changbin whined and tried to squirm away to no avail, his arms stuck between the couch and their bodies as they squished his arms shut there. Although they had similar intentions, Felix wore a smile of sympathy while Chan's was mischievous, two pairs of hands kneading away at the stiff muscles of his thighs.

"Why're you so tense? Your workouts aren't that bad, I tried them before." The oldest commented, his playful smirk fading away into one of concern as he felt all the knots around his muscles, feeling that there was something more to this than just playfully denying affection. Felix nodded along, quietly flinching when Changbin let out a barely bit back hiss when they hit a spot right in the middle of his back. The aussies frowned, especially when the middle of the trio tried his very best to hold back the noises he made, making them confused.

Then it all clicked in Felix's head, totally not because he was wrecked previously by a mother of three for doing the same restrictive diet.

"Binnie-hyung~ Do you not like this? Did you overwork yourself?" The sunshine whispers sweetly into the rapper's ear, his fingers that once soothingly worked out the knots in his arm slipped down to give a gentle but firm poke to his armpit, making Bin squeal and tug at his hands.

Chan looked over in confusion, still squishing and tugging gently to massage the middle's arm before hearing an ear piercing squeal, unsure of what was happening. With each squish, poke and scribble depending on which side felt like it, Changbin's bit back hisses and squeak grew increasingly difficult to hold back, stamping his feet silently onto the ground with his cheeks painted a cute red to make the aussie's heart melt.

"Keep quiet now...you said you weren't overworked now bin." Chan cooed, eventually getting the gist when the rapper wouldn't stop hiccupping from the 'accidental' pokes around his armpit whenever they massaged him, the poor dwaekki squirming in ticklish anticipation as he tugged and pulled at his aching arms to no avail, letting out unrelenting groans and whimpers at the massaging too.

The Australians next to him could've sworn they would never get bored of that sweet adorable smile that crinkled his eyes in an attempt to not make a singular sound, his face painted the brightest of reds while he feet kicked lightly out to nowhere. But they knew he needed a proper punishment, one to set him right back on track and away from dieting. Changbin shrieked and let out a soft stream of giggles when the sunshine mischievously squeezed right under his pecs in the rib area, making him fail the challenge in an instant.

"What was that hm? You are so asking for it now." Chan emitted lowly before his once outstretched arms were pulled even further, one of the Aussie's legs slung over his to expose those cute inner thighs to them. Changbin pleaded desperately for mercy, giggling nervously when he realised his demise was soon at the hands of the two sunshines that worried sick till they realised it was time to set their foot down.

Another squeal of laughter emitted from him when he felt the first pair of hands walking up and down his ribs, scratching gently in-between the crevices to feel the soft flesh before raking those long nails up and down his bones like a keyboard. He cackled and thrashed, knowing it was Felix from the corner of his eye as he spotted that smile of admiration, making his flush redden.

"WAHAHAIT! I-I'M SOHOHOHORY! GUHUHUYS!" The rapper shrieks out hysterically when he felt another pair of hands going for his inner thighs, squishing and kneading roughly like it was a blob of bread dough, making the middle try his very best to close his legs to prevent Chan's invading fingers from violating his poor thighs to no avail.

"Nah ah ah~ What do you think you're doing? Begging for mercy when you didn't give yourself any?" Felix chuckles lowly, his deep voice prominent through his words that only tease the rapper further. He let up on his ribs, instead diving his head for his neck, nibbling gently while his hands slipped under Changbin's sweatshirt to scribble around his tummy. Binnie snorted and scrunched his nose cutely through the squeaky cackles the mix of tickles produced, making the Aussie's only coo and compliment him more to his dismay.

"GAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THERE! PLEAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The middle lost it when Chan took courtesy of kneading his armpits instead, stretched out perfectly and just begging to be under the oldest long but slick nails that seemed to drive Bin crazy as they scribbled and scratched harshly on the area. It didn't hurt, but boy did Changbin go mad at the sensations on his neck, stomach and now armpits, stamping his feet for any sort of relief.

"Coochie coochie coo~ Don't like this? Tell us you're adorable and it stops, you've ruined our peace after all." Bangchan taunted, giggling when Changbin's ears burned a bright red from the teasing. He screamed, thrashed and tried his very best to get away from the duo's tickles to no avail. They all knew there was no peace to begin with, rather the two were just waiting for Bin to crack so they could give him the punishment he so deserved for hiding his pains away.

"Hyung, don't make me do it." Lix warned when he saw no change in the middle's answer, smiling innocently when the rapper's eyes widened for a moment in nervousness before crinkling shut.

"NOHOHO! ANYTHING BUT THAHAHAHA-!" Changbin screamed when he felt those fingers under his shirt go to the pudge of his tummy, driving him absolutely ballistic if the previous sensations weren't enough. The teasing taunts and sweet compliments from the Aussies only continued in contrast to their unrelenting fingers, and the sunshine's lips. Tears of mirth streamed down his face, painting the red canvas as he finally tapped out.

"OKAHAHAHY! I'M BEAUTIFUL! ENOHAHAHAUGH!" The tickles slowed to a stop, and his arms released from the couch and the hold of the duo. They both went around tracing little doodles onto his cheeks, the tears acting as paint before it eventually dried into little hearts everywhere, making the rapper whine in embarrassment. Chan snuggled himself up to the middle, arms wrapped protectively around him to ensure his stay. Felix on the other hand, laid still on Bin's lap, going under his shirt to give about a million kisses to what he thought was the cutest belly in the world.

Changbin giggled softly at the sensation, melting the duo's hearts as they stared at him with the utmost adoration, making him pout. It didn't last long as exhaustion and love took over him, falling asleep in the pile beneath him.

Let's just say his muscles felt a lot better afterwards.

[robindraconis]

Bilbo: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing. Thorin: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

[jacks-metal-trains]

Okay.. So.... This changes everything.

Welcome back to my second installment of the Jack's Metal Trains blog! And welcome to my post about the $400 (aud) lot of, basically pristine Take Along trains! Everyone from seasons 1 to.. 10 (Minus Fearless Freddie)? I think, five playsets, 75 pieces of track (Most of which is the old style), and two destinations! To say this was a bargen/ perfect deal is a massive understatement. Sadly, I did not get a photo of everything layed out... But I did get a video! You can check it out on YouTube (Linked bellow) I'm excited for the futrue of Jack's Metal Trains! And hopefully, you people are too!

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KElrfc3FjZU&t=162s

[minjielle]

Cool With You (side B)

[flowerscentedartist]

*Casually in the Middle of a Dangerous Situation*

Killer: How do you eat pickles?

Horror: What do you mean?

Killer: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.

Horror: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.

Killer: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.

Horror: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.

Killer: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.

Horror: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.

Killer: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.

Horror: *Nods in agreement*

Dust: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!

Killer: Jeez, okay.

Horror: Quit yelling at us already.

[shirokova]

Thanks @borahae-ab7 for the absolutely needed gif 🖤

[thiziri]

Mark looks like he thinks the female orgasm is a myth

[evilcokito]

We need more Sam sister appreciation for this blog

Yes, I build characters through memes. Let's continue.

[vesselmade]

he had tried , he really did. itadori didn't consider himself much of a baker and perhaps that was the problem. he could've just settled with making dinner – his famed meatballs that everyone knew about. but instead he found himself baking. he thought he'd followed the recipe well enough though apparently something went wrong along the way. it didn't look the best , the frosting was far from neat and it hadn't even been shaped right ( how he messed that up he didn't know ). staring at the failed dessert in front of him he frown , hand scratching at the back of his neck.

“ fortunately i don’t mind a smushed cake, so long as it still tastes like cake. ” / @kuraikyu

“ sorry . . . I'm not sure where I went wrong. ” it was supposed to be a nice surprise for sensei-geto. or maybe he just wanted an excuse to try his hand at something new. he thinks this may be the last time he tries doing anything of the sort. while the frosting was sloppy , his test earlier proved the flavor wasn't terrible. maybe he'd try something easier next time. or even make a dish his grandfather had taught him once before. baked goods did not seem to be his strong suit. “ i think it'll taste fine. it just doesn't look the best. ”

[happy-place1]

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[polarisbibliotheque]

Greetings! This is not a request, not even a suggestion, but a gift (?) in form of sharing a poem. I still think with pleasure and gratitude of your Vergil fics, my mind immediately went there when I was re-reading Shakespeare's Sonnet 87. Here it is, an open door to angst: "Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know’st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thy self thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgment making. Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter, In sleep a king, but waking no such matter." ^ this, this all haunts me. goodbye fksjdfgfdg

Look. I dunno if I'm crying because this is too beautiful or the fact that you read some Shakespeare and remembered of lil' ol' me and my writings - and then SENT ME A SONET AS A GIFT.

This is one of the most beautiful and heartwarming things someone has ever done for me. There are no words to express how thankful I am and for how flattered I feel for all this.

At the end of the day, I write for myself but also for everyone else who can find some solace in these words. Thank you, really.

Now, for that sonet, I hadn't read it before! I'm not from an English speaking country, so we don't really study Shakespeare and sonets and such - it's mostly a hobby for me, so I'm delighted to get to know something new ^^

Aaaaaand it's Vergil all over. Angsty, thinking he is undeserving of the person giving him love, releasing them from the shackles of staying with him (he's dumb 'cause he doesn't realize it isn't a shackle though - or, if it is, it's something his s/o chose willingly - cue in Arwen and the "I choose a mortal life" bit).

Now, now. I do think his s/o would answer with something along the lines of:

"Take this kiss upon the brow! And in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow - You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream." (Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream)

And go sort of "if we can't know where a dream ends and reality starts, and all is a dream within a dream, then it makes no difference if I decide to be with you, even if you deem yourself unworthy, for like hope, is it less gone if we are in a dream or in reality?" or something like that. Just a little possible interaction to haunt us between Vergil and his s/o ;)

Once again, thank you so SO much. You are too kind and I'm lucky to have you around, reading my works and appreciating my words. I hope to keep seeing you in the bibliothéque, you're always welcome <3

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

Rewatching season 4 of Game of Thrones for obvious reasons.

I completely forgot how spicy Oberyn was 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like I remembered he was spicy, but this spicy, no

[griim]

@herinterface​ asked: ❝ nothing. you just remind me of someone. ❞ I couldn’t resist 🥺

The phone lay on the brightly lit table, miscellaneous tools and phone parts scattered across her makeshift workstation. This public setting would have to do. Glancing up, she noticed the person coming in, eyeing the other for a split second, head bowed back down to continue working. Mind engrossed on fixing the damned phone. Whatever was on it, her employer needed it. BADLY. A sigh was followed by her pushing herself from the table and rolling her neck, ‘Come on, Gemma. You can do this shit in your sleep.’ Maybe that is what it was, lack of sleep, but there was a job to do, and she needed it done. Noticing she was being watched or appeared to be, set her alarm bells off. It was usually Gemma’s paranoia telling her that people were watching her. However, this time it was T R U E. Putting the tool down, she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. Were they looking for the phone that was in a million and one-pieces? “What? Got a problem with what I’m--” But the words the woman spoke caught her off guard. She remind them of someone? Or was this some ruse to get Gemma’s attention off what she was doing? The last time she checked, Gemma did not act like anyone, well, anyone besides herself.

“Remind you of someone? That's something I don’t hear every day. Are you sure you don’t mean me? Like we have met before, and you forgot? Or maybe you are one of those spiritual people, and you saw me in some dream.” Smirking, Gemma knew that she typically left quite the impression on people. Whether that was a good or a bad thing, Gemma did not know, and personally did not care.

[snaxle]

today was single handedly the best day of my life. i caught a cop stealing from the store i work at

[katabasiss]

do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home