#stan just needs a hug

[shhh-secret-time]

Hi! I came across your Kyle fic and it's delicious 🙏🏻‍ So then I looked through your blog and saw the ask about ships, and I got curious... do you like Stan x Butters??

Ayeee thanks lovely that means a lot to me. As for the ship ask.

Imma be real, I never thought about it before. But it's called Stutters, right? I think it's cute! Out of the main four Kenny is the nicest to Butters but I think Stan is the second closest.

Like, imagining a little romance blossoming up while they're in Crimson Dawn together is cute! Yeah, I could vibe with it. I'm also super biased, and like I said before, I ship Stan with just about anyone who is nice to him.

[rubydracogirl]

[hoperays-song]

Sing Characters + Found Parental Figures

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[dragynkeep]

y'know it's so interesting that for all the show runners claim bees was planned until the beginning, they consistently pair yang with weiss for all her emotional beats.

weiss could've easily joined ruby when blake ran away in v1 while yang ran after blake herself but instead they get the introspective talk about weiss's ideals & how they contrast yang.

it's weiss & yang that're doing school activities together & having fun during v2, as well as being paired together for the vytal tournament in v3 despite the fact that bees are supposed to be fantastic fighters together? it's yang that weiss heroically saves during the end of the fight & it's them who run to each other during the fall of beacon.

then we have their parallels in v4 where they're trapped in their own traumas & homes in different ways, weiss fighting out of the trauma that kept her trapped there as yang works through the trauma that blake & adam gave her during the fall of beacon. this culminates in not only their renunion during v5 but weiss being the emotional support yang needs when confronting her abusive, neglectful parent because she understands her.

weiss consistently recognizes yang's emotional pain during v5 & allows it to sit comfortably with her, allowing yang that space without feeling guilt or being reprimanded for rightfully being angry at yet another person who abandoned her: weiss allows yang to feel. without guilt, without restraint.

for all these claims of "it was planned since the beginning" & "freezerburn wouldn't work, they would divorce within five minutes" & "weiss isn't yang's type": the show says the exact opposite. what we see on the screen is completely different to whatever lip service is said by the showrunners & fans alike.

at the end of the day, it wasn't blake that did the emotional work with yang & it wasn't blake who yang never even once considered blaming for leaving unlike blake, who came back to her willingly. that was weiss. wouldn't work together my ass.

[alsopartgekkos]

Sebastian “pls kiss my stupid face” Sallow, everyone.

[rainbowsuitcase]

i get obsessed with boybands and movie casts. i love watching the interviews and bloopers and behind the scenes and compilations of them just interacting. and i don't know if it's really about the people.

am i watching captain america gag reels because i really love captain america and i really want to watch chris evans forget a line or am i watching it because they're all laughing? because when this big shot actor fucks up it's not a bad thing but it's funny? because everyone is happy and getting along and joking around?

i don't really care whether anthony mackie knows what sebastian stan's couch looks like or not. they're friends. they joke around and support each other and they're good.

some days i want to start a band. some days i want to get into acting. and maybe it's not really about any sort of passion, maybe it's just about wanting that kind of comfortable and good friendship with someone and i don't know to make it happen unless we're forced by circumstances to spend time together.

i don't want to see you once a month for coffee to catch up, i want to see you every friday for a movie night. i want to spend so much time with you that i forget what loneliness feels like.

but i don't know how. i can't- i can't.

[burninblood]

Bucky Barnes deserves to be loved.

(Breath if you agree)

[leavememorieshere]

I made a Bobby Shaw [Bobby Wilson = Trevor Wilson] playlist because why not?

The Playlist mainly takes place after the 1995 death of Luke, Reggie, and Alex, so the playlist is kind of angsty,

just like how I like the characters I’m obsessed with.

[jokerownsmysoul]

In this house we love Arthur's brown polo shirt. this is a stan account in case you were wondering

[yazthebookish]

Why are half of my friends the biggest Azriel bullies.

[sundriedsanctum]

hc that Peter had misophonia and that’s why he’s left out of fics so often, like op may want me to believe that he just wasn’t there but in my heart he’s off crying because James was breathing too loud

[rubydracogirl]

WOW SO

I did not expect that drawing of Stanley to get notes. Thank you all so much for that, I keep rolling around in the likes and reblogs like a husky in fresh fallen snow.

Since I wrote a one-shot with Reader kissing Ford, I thought about it, and Stan needs a hug.

Why don't we give him one? ^_^

Stanley PinesXReader

Rated T for depictions of tobacco and adult conversations.

"Just A Hug"

It had been such a long day at work. You couldn’t wait to lock up and leave, though you dreaded walking in the snow. The bitter cold was waiting for you with wide arms, and as you clocked out and zipped up your coat, you regretted taking this shift.

Fuck it, I need the money….

To your surprise, when you stepped out, you noticed someone out in the parking lot. A lone car, with someone leaning against it, smoking. You squinted, recognizing the silhouette. It was that weird science guy from the woods. Stan something. He’d just come in for a pack of cigarettes, a loaf of bread and a carton of eggs an hour before the store closed. But that was over an hour ago…

What was he still doing here?

You weren’t normally nosy, but it was late, and you had some… neighborly concerns. You didn't know him well, he'd always been a bit of a hermit. He had been coming into town more often this past month, so you'd seen him a lot more. You liked him alright, he seemed harmless.

You shivered in your jacket.

Why was he sitting out here in the freezing cold?

Screw it.

“Hey there, buddy, y’doing alright?”

He seemed slightly startled by your voice as you began to walk over and he waved at you sheepishly.

“Fine, fine, just, uh, enjoyin’ the uh, night life.” His gravelly voice called back to you.

“Yeah, real wild hangout this is. You should see it in the summer, we get all sorts around here.” You chuckled. “Can I bum one off ya?”

He looked at you with surprise before reaching back into his pocket.

“Didn’t take ya for a smoker, toots.”

“On occasion. Much appreciated.” You replied, reaching into your own pocket for a lighter.

You lit up before taking a deep drag, ignoring the cold and focusing on the calming rush of nicotine. As you blew out a thin wisp of smoke into the air, you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

“So, you wanna tell me why you’re hanging out so late at night?”

He gave a hoarse chuckle.

“Didn’t think anyone would care. It's not illegal, right?”

“No. Not illegal… but weird.” You replied. The pale smoke drifted into the air, and you leaned against his car with him. 

“C’mon, buddy. You can talk to me.”

He looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know your name. M'not gonna bare my soul to a stranger, even if you are cute.”

“I wear a name tag, y’know. You probably would’ve seen it if you weren’t so busy looking at my tits all the time.” you replied boldly.

He snorted sheepishly at that. “Sorry. I uh, thought I was being discreet about it.”

“You’re not exactly the type of person I would label 'discreet'.” You chuckled. “You’re also not the first guy to ogle…. It’s (y/n), by the way. You’re Stan, right?”

“Yeah…Stanford Pines.”

You hummed thoughtfully.

“There, we’re acquainted now, for better or worse.”

He chuckled.

“You’re awfully pushy, Miss (y/n). I don't know if I like that.”

“Hey now, I'm not pushy, just worried… no one just hangs out in an empty parking lot during awful weather, not even in this backwoods town.”

He grunted.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, no offense, toots.”

You nodded.

“That’s fair… can you at least promise that you’re not up to mischief here, Mr. Mysterious guy?”

He looked down at you, and you saw the barest hint of a smirk appear on his rugged face.

“Not the kind of mischief that you need to worry about, honey.”

You squinted, trying to read his emotions. It was impossible, though you could clearly see lines of care and some deep worry behind his tired, dark eyes. In that moment, with the cold night pressing in and his presence the only warmth around for miles, you felt your heart clench into a single desire. He didn't want to talk to you, that was fine… but you weren't going to leave him like this.

“Ok, Stan. I won’t bug you anymore… can I ask for a favor though?”

“Depends on the favor, but shoot."

“Can I hug you?”

He actually choked, coughing out smoke and turning from you as he tried to regain control.

You winced in sympathy, but as he turned back to you, his already reddened cheeks were even redder.

“You're serious? A hug?” He repeated incredulously, his voice raw from the coughing. 

You nodded, adding sternly, “Don’t get any bright ideas, wise guy. It’s only a hug.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t- that wasn’t…. Sure. Yeah. I could hug you.”

It was obvious you had caught him off guard, but as you put out your cigarette and opened your arms, you didn't expect how strong he was. He pulled you in against his body effortlessly. The heat from his body stole your breath and suddenly, you didn't feel so cold.

His bulky frame shielded you from the winter air, his arms enveloping you perfectly. Your heart skipped as you felt him sigh.

You squeezed him tightly, resting your head against his shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes, cheap cologne and some strange, musky smell, like burnt metal. It was a strangely comforting scent, and you thought you felt him turn his head towards you. 

"You're so small…" he murmured softly, his breath puffing against your hair.

"Naw, you're just big." You shot back, but didn't lean away or let go. In truth, you didn't want this moment to end...

Inevitably, he let go after a moment, awkwardly patting your back, his cheeks still rosy, though it could have been from the cold. You gave him a smile. 

"Hey, if nothing else works out for you, you can at least know that you're a good hugger, Stan Pines."

"... Thanks." He replied quietly. You suspected he wasn't just thanking you for the compliment.

It was getting close to midnight, and you decided you had been nosy long enough. You patted his shoulder, giving him a soft grin.

"I suppose I'll leave you to it. See ya around, Stanford."

He piped up, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Wait, (y/n)… look, do you, uh, need a ride?"

You considered it.

"Hmm. You're not gonna kidnap me, right?"

"No! No... Not tonight, no." He chuckled.

You giggled.

"Not tonight huh? Too bad. But, well, sure, I could go for a ride. Thank you."

He grinned back, a spark of sincerity lighting up his dark eyes.

"Don't mention it. Let's get out of this crummy weather."

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

*Jack, being thrown back in a room full of kids after a “rehabilitation” session at the refuge*

Jack: I’m ok, I’m ok

Race: You’re on the floor!

Jack: I’m ok on the floor

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Oh MANNNNNNNN I FORGOT HOW GOOD THIS VERSION IS, AHHHH! The fact that it's played slightly faster than the studio version makes it so much better, because "Don't Do Me Like That" phrase-wise and connotations-wise feels like it has such an urgency that you'd expect it to be said fast as it is, let alone played fast. Or maybe that's just me. But I think it works really well, mood-wise, anyway.

Also, Stan's drumming is SO GOOD ON THIS! 😍

[cheesecake-beech]

Okay, imma just call Sven x Jean "Clawgence" for now. So, what if Sven always helped Jean with his anxiety cause tight hugs and just general pressure around his body really helped him relax. And without him even realizing it, Jean developed romantic feelings for Sven, but just never mentioned it cause he didn't know how to go about and cause he didn't to ruin one of the only things that helped with his anxiety.

I wouldn’t to with my levels of anxiety 😭😭😭 LETS GOO JEAN GET THOSE WARMING COMFORT HUGS THAT I CAN NEVER GET ✊🏽🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

[ungalossimp]

Until now I've received 4 hate anons for simping Mohg and selfshipping with him...

I'm sorry Hate Anons but it's not my fault Miyazaki gave us an evil dude with big tiddies, sharp fangs, cool horns, a raspy voice and a "poor meow-meow" backstory 😩❤️ ✨...

My heart is weak and soft for him, I'm simping and I don't care if you don't like it. I do what makes me happy (◡‿◡✧) ❣