#BUT IM CRYING I LOVE THEM SM

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

@etherealguard

It’s rare for her to hug Dan Heng, especially when everything feels so numb and so quiet. The world continues to go on, but she remains in that endless stagnation. People age, people die, people leave. They all have left and she remains here, no matter what. Her heart’s been frozen for too long but it starts to melt in the company of those who were named her family. Dan Heng reminds her of the past she lost to the river of the time, becoming the milky way of stars too bright that she cannot see any faces nor hear their voices anymore. Just glimpses, just sensations, just long forgotten memories. 

Dan Heng holds her as if she’s fragile, the look of hollowness and exhaustion making her golden gaze get dimmer. He knows that mara-stricken warriors suffer from memories, from their emotions, from their negative sensations. He knows and understands, doesn’t he? That if anyone could suffer greatly, it’d be her. With how it gets cold, with how it starts to feel hollow, with how the void starts to make apathy makes its home in her chest again. That’s why Sokolova struggles to contemplate the current situation. Her hands raise only to hover over his back in hesitation before she hugged him back. Her eyelashes flutter with her blinks, trying to understand how someone this warm can still stay so close? 

Why does he sound so sad when he calls out to her? Ah, why is he shaking? He shouldn’t worry so much, she’s fine. She’s always been fine. The numbness is ever-present, he shouldn’t be so concerned. He shouldn’t be so worried about her, but he is. He is and he says so. The words that are spoken feel like a fluttering of wings, so silent and so fragile that she almost misses them. 

The embrace now feels tighter, Zarina breathes out. Her shoulders relax and her lips curl up into a tired smile, but a smile nonetheless. Her body feels so heavy and she feels so tired, but he says that he sees she’s trying. Is she trying? Is it trying? Kevin tried, Elysia tried, Fu Hua tried, that girl Kiana tried. It’s not that she never tried, but at this point, it feels like a default setting. Trying means going through everything over and over again, pushing oneself, but to her? It feels obvious, it feels stagnant, it feels normal. Surviving and not living feels normal now. 

But why did Dan Heng’s words make her heart respond? Why is being ‘seen’ by someone she calls her son feels hurtful? Does she not make him safe that he has to tell her these things? That he has to ensure that she hears it? 

What a strong warrior he is. There is still a whole life ahead of him and he takes his time to spend with her. Happiness feels scary for a moment, knowing full well that she craves the end to this stagnation. However, the presence of the vidyadhara by her side melts the frozen heart, exposing cracks and shattered pieces that could so easily pierce those who step too close. His power is beyond measure, his wish to move forward is undeniable, and her pride in him is everlasting. If there is anything stronger in her than the wish for the end, it’s her wish to see him happy and to see living his full life. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, feeling her body going limp in his embrace. Full relaxation. Maybe she can sleep today in peace. Maybe today she won’t be so vigilant like in fifty thousand years. Maybe today she’ll be able to rest peacefully. Let go and let her peace be guarded this one time. Her eyelids feel heavy and her breathing calms, the aches and headaches will be soon forgotten. “I’ll rest… for a bit…” 

Trust. It’s undeniable, honest trust. If she cannot trust her son to keep her safe when she slumbers peacefully, then who else? For fifty thousand years, she stayed vigilant and survived. But maybe today she can share the burden and let go. For one evening. By her family’s side. 

Finally, after centuries of searching… there is light ahead. 

There are glimmers of hope. 

[peanutseagle]

Nori's birthday gift

[laksae]

"MEGATRON HAS FALLEN! I, STARSCREAM-"

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[candymoth-art]

Jayvik hits so hard as a disabled guy with a disabled partner. Like, all the stuff Jayce said to Viktor we've both undoubtedly said to the other at some point in time. The aches that we deal with aren't us but they're an inseparable part of us that we love in the other. That will never ever be a burden onto the other. I've taken care of him just as many times as he's taken care of me. He will, now and forever, understand me in a way no one else can and there's something so beautiful about being understood. On a day where we're both low on energy or in pain we'll order junk food and eat together and he will always understand.

I can picture Viktor and Jayce, wherever the hell they ended up. Taking care of eachother in that same way. I can picture them holding eachother while one massages the pain out of the other's muscles, tracing their fingers along those lines and softly asking "Does that feel better?" Neither of them were ever broken, and if they aren't, then neither are my lover and I.

[lalluviadeanoche]

Do yall ever think about how whenever there’s been a particularly bad mission Jason is so distraught that he maybe goes back to crime alley and sits behind the dumpster that he just so happened to use to hide behind that one fateful night?

Yall ever think about how Jason probably sits there for hours, knees to his chest, head in his arms and wonders.. what if he never took those wheels? What if he just turned around and went back home that night? Was this really the life he was meant for?

You ever think about how, as he’s there on the ground, he scoffs and maybe thinks “I would’ve probably died in these streets if I hadn’t taken them.. maybe I was never meant to live. I died either way.”

Ever think about him there, caught in his own mind and Batman happens to stumble upon him during patrol?

He looks down at his son and sees that same scared little kid he saw all those years ago and his heart almost caves in on itself. He tries calling out his name but gets no response.

He slowly crouches down to try and meet his masked eyes and calls his name again with the same outcome. So he slowly and carefully reaches out and tries to take his helmet off without triggering him.

“Jason.. it’s Bruce. Can you hear me? Are you hurt? I’m going to take your helmet off, okay?.. alright how about now, Jason?”

He looks down at his son to see him with tear tracks down his face and a distant look in his eyes and his heart gives another pull. He calls Alfred to prepare Jason’s room and have a hot meal ready and as he does he’s carefully pulling Jason close and trying to get him on his feet.

Jason stumbles a bit before it looks like he’s slowly becoming aware of what’s happening. He looks surprised, yet still dazed, once he sees the other man.

“Bats? What’re you doing here?”

“Come on, son. We’re going home.”

“Home?”

Their voices are low and soft and while Jason is still confused he doesn’t protest and lets Bruce guide him to the Batmobile. Once they’ve reached it Bruce quickly examines him for any critical injuries before putting him in the passenger seat.

Once they reach the manor and have Jason washed and fed they’re leading him to bed. Alfred concluded he had no serious injuries, just the usual bumps, bruises and scratches.

“I think, master Bruce, that our young Jason just needs some rest. He’s clearly been having a tough time, it would be good for him to have some time away from the action.”

“I think you’re right, thank you Alfred. I’ll take it from here.”

Alfred exists the room leaving Bruce alone with Jason laying on the bed. His soft breathing the only noise in the room before Bruce sighs as he walks over and sits on the reading chair next to the bed. He looks at the man and wonders what happened on his latest mission to draw out this response. He reaches out and gently moves some hair away from the sleeping boys face before he can stop himself and accidentally wakes him up.

“Sorry, Jason. Go on back to sleep. I’ll go on to the library, just call if you need anything.”

As he’s working to get up Jason stops him.

“It’s okay Bruce. I don’t mind. Just didn’t expect to find you tonight..”

Bruce isn’t sure what to say as he sits back down so he goes with what he hopes is a safe route.

“I was worried you were badly hurt when I found you. Thankfully Alfred gave you the all clear.”

“Heh, good ol Alfie, huh?”

Bruce saw a faint smile and wistful look on Jason’s face. His voice sounded like he was close to drifting off to sleep again. Bruce, consumed with paternal instinct reached out again in an attempt to soothe Jason by running his hand along his hair.

It seemed to work since Jason was able to close his eyes and start up again with the soft rise and fall of his chest but not before he said one last thing with a smile on his face.

“Thanks, dad.”

…yall ever think about that??

[triona-tribblescore]

Siblings <3

[yaomava]

he loves her so much he's not even listening, he just admires her beauty

[aethellren]

so tender, so vulnerable, so painful

[a-dumb-ginger]

‘From the Start’ by Laufey is just Scar in Double Life

[beadelmare]

it's halloween... marauders fans we gotta stick together today

[mimikyuno]

goodbye liella, thank you for everything

[metiredlr]

THIS is the exact moment Endou rizzed them both up

[arisarthell]

Conversations with the little one ♡ (🌱🏛)

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[peachymaryobrien]

Lockwood and Lucy have matching white strands of hair after visiting The Other Side together.

Percy and Annabeth have matching gray streaks in their hair after holding Atlas's burden.

[randomsicko]

a request for my friend,,

[jils-things]

the prettiest flower of them all 🌼🌼