#(( i hug them tightly ))

[calmbigdipper]

Alhaitham likes hugging Kaveh… a bit too much!

[queer-reader-07]

“i want aziracrow to have a proper kiss” this. “what about a sex scene?” that.

fuck it. i want these bitches to hug. just one really nice, really long, emotionally healing hug.

[deerest-deer]

thinking of them tonight </3

[piyo13sdoodles]

surprise art for the @mdzsbigbang and specifically @unseelieash! from chapter 7 of the amazing fic, Waves Return to the Shore, which you can read now on ao3!!! (you can also see the other piece of art i did over here!). seriously though the conversation in chapter 7 has me tearing up a bit every time i've read it, it's so good ;n; thank you ash for such a lovely fic!!

[madaqueue]

i love you goodnight posts i love you goodmorning posts i love the posts you make throughout the day i love you little updates and selfies and ootd’s and the little thoughts that pop into your head <3 i love you i love you i love you

[karlachismylife]

I still can't stop thinking about Soap just nuzzling Karlach's chest at any given opportunity. It's not even a sexual thing for him, even though he's absolutely horny for her ridges, engine and mech stuff - and those beautiful tits perfectly sized for his palms. But gods above, does it feel good for him to just smush his face between them, the heat almost unbearable, but not enough to deter him, making his cheek and nose flush as he rubs against the red skin like a big pet. Karlach's huge arms wrapping around his silly head and cradling him, squeezing him tight, fingers brushing through the strands of his mohawk and claws scratching at the shaven part. It's such an intimate, soft hug, pure warmth and closeness - can't get closer than that, closer than almost melting into her sternum, seeping in liquid form through her ribs to encompass that engine heart and protect it from any possibility of going ka-boom.

It's peaceful, bittersweet, warm. It's pure touch. It's the closest Soap has to family in this unknown land.

[stargazerdaisy]

Goodbye prison beard and muscles. I'll remember you lustfully.

[darryn-gray]

⚠️⚠️Daredevil set photos and story theories⚠️⚠️

There's a photo of Matt in front of a church, and the sign has the year 2020 on it, meaning it takes place in THE BLIP

WHICH MIGHT EXPLAIN WHY FOGGY AND KAREN AREN'T THERE

THEY BLIPPED AND LEFT MATT ALONE.

AFTER EVERYTHING HE DEALT WITH IN SEASON 3, AFTER JUST GETTING HIS FRIENDS BACK. MATT ENDED UP ALONE AGAIN.

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[perenlop]

asharie in neon night :3

"I was so scared for you."

[birdyverdie]

Part 1/2 (One is stock photo ;--;)

OH MY!!! THESE ARE SOME GOOD PHOTOS OF THESE LADS!! Actually what is the name of penguin of the 3rd pic you sent??? I think that's the Penguin that im looking for :0

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

whenever u respond to anons, the voice i imagine u with is charlie from smile corp …..

ANON I’M WRITHING ON THE FLOOR WHO IS CHARLIE SMILE CORP. WHO IS HE

….. i have a sinking feeling that i’m being bullied but i have no way to confirm it bc i’ve been googling ”charlie smile corp” for several minutes now and i CANNOT find him. who is this man. why would u do this to me anon

[lilacerull0]

i will find someone to be weird about science with again

[wikitpowers]

imagine dru confessing to ty that she is in love with ash and him being like listen i get it im in love with a faerie prince myself and them just ✨bonding✨ over their joined anguish

[nc-vb]

if it’s gotten to the fucking point that the Ministry of Education has to announce that “the school year is cancelled” for part of Gaza because all its students have been murdered, humanity has failed, failed at everything— flat out, point blank, and unequivocally failed.