Rodi + rodi/Ryōshū doodles while I'm half asleep
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I love Haein's expressions so much in this hug. It's so much of 'I was holding up fine on my own but god does it feel good to be hugged supportively by my husband.' She's like a child giving in to the comfort of an adult after a nightmare. This hug is so sweet. She just gives in to him. She doesn't know what the future holds, she's warmed by his constant, desperate claims that she won't die, she's relieved that she's confessed her feelings to him but she's still scared...and so she completely gives in to him.
There's pain and there's longing and there's love and the sweetest joy of being held by the man she loves the most and who loves her enough to make threats rather than prayers all night long.
Gif credits: @seawherethesunsets
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I think it's all about care, in the end. My cat is curled up on the bed I made for her, and the yarn used was made by people I never met, and the machines that they operated were invented by people who are perhaps long-dead. The electricity that courses through the veins of those machines were maintained in ways I never have witnessed, and it's about care, and pain, and care again. It's always going to be about care and community. Nothing that is built without that in the forefront of its mind will ever hope to live forever - only we will, and our care will. The only thing that will remain immortal - even with the pain even immense - is our care.
It's about care. It's about curling up on a warm blanket made by somebody who loved you enough to want you to be warm, and there won't be a shortage of that kind of care and love - it isn't a finite resource.
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MUTANT MAYHEM BLANKET????
YEAHHH THIS ONE
got it at walmart :)
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I imagine binah has been called a star by others in the past but always as "a star of the city" or something worse due to who she was. but the way you call her a star is different
the others call her a star in the way that the sun burns and blinds anyone who looks at it. they see her as dangerous, as a threat, one of the everlasting sources of violence and fear in the City- a Star, whose power shine brilliantly, horribly bright, as all Arbiters do. it's a title of strength and terror and torn flesh, perfect for one as sadistic and ruthless as she
you call her a star in comparison to how constellations twinkle in the night sky, during the few times the air is clear enough to see them. she's seen the way you stare out the window, pointing out each tiny jewel on a tapestry of midnight blue and black, fascination and wonder in your eyes. a star is a thing of beauty and grace to you, mysterious and distant but always irrevocably there, even if it's hidden by clouds. they make you feel happy, as Binah makes you feel happy, so in your eyes it makes sense for them to be one and the same
you call Binah a star, and it evokes something gentle about her, strong and warm and loving, and the Librarian of Philosophy feels her heart melt
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woke up with a newfoundland puppy half lying on me and now i am going to spend the night by the sea i’ve decided this is what the rest of the year will look like for me
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