#I want to take a brush to his hair

[mickey-bees]

Doodles from the last couple videos 🤡

[waitineedaname]

i love the bingge extra because it's like

the horror of realizing you're the dark universe version of yourself. the injustice of seeing this other version of yourself be happy and loved, seeing him be treated with such gentle tenderness from a person who only ever treated you with cruelty

bad sex.

[ikol-art]

Series writers stop taking meaningful things from the comics without giving your characters the same thoughtful storylines

[jazzzzzzhands]

Men don't get told enough that they are cute and I am on this earth to fill that void

[cicicolorao]

You would think that Wally would do his best with roles where he’s literally asleep

Alas. Sally learned the hard way. Bitch can’t act

[im-smart-i-swear]

i always assumed he cut his hair with a pair of shitty scissors in front of his bathroom mirror at like 2am

[nyaar0n]

i have. feelings about neil josten rn. i have feral thoughts abt him rn. no coherent thoughts abt him.

[meownotgood]

snow devil aki who can’t smoke any more bc it would probably melt him, but he still puffs out plumes of cold air when it’s warm out…. snow devil aki wearing two sets of gloves when he’s on missions with you and feeling reminded of someone when you mention he’s not so cold through cloth….. snow devil aki gently taking your drinks when they go lukewarm until they’re cold and fresh again and telling you not to think anything of it, he didn’t mind but taking a lot of satisfaction in you happily enjoying your drink…. i love the idea that the more he opens up, even if he never remembers everything from before, the less cold he physically is, so after you keep coming into work after missions with him with a cold, he starts inviting you over, cooking you soup (being careful around the flame but bearing it for your sake) and he doesn’t know why but everything just suddenly Feels Right. you’re Supposed to be on his couch, hogging his blankets, having food he’s made and holding onto his arm. and maybe the blue tinge of frost bitten skin thaws to a light pink as he blushes and watches you compliment his cooking…. - 🍊

yes.... I think snow devil aki would naturally have a low body temperature, so his breath and his skin are always cold. he's always freezing whenever he puts his hand on you, and he's much more susceptible to the heat, he hates having to go outside when it's too hot. he sweats a ton, almost like he's literally melting.

he has a good range of control over his abilities as the snow devil, but he still worries about accidentally harming you if you get too close. so for a while, he keeps his distance, he won't touch your skin directly, he wears gloves and covering outfits to both protect his skin from the sun and from anyone touching him. still, you always seem to insist on being close to him....

public safety decides since you're the one he seems to trust the most, it'd be best if he was placed under your care and for you to keep an eye on him. they also want to utilize him to hunt devils, and aki is rather unenthusiastic about that. thankfully though, his abilities make it easy for him to dispose of devils quickly.

he makes himself at home in your house, you give him his own room and it quickly becomes the coldest room in the house. you buy some nice, comfy clothes for him, maybe even lend him some of yours.

oh my gosh and snow devil aki using his power to cool you off... when you're complaining about being too hot, he just places his palms near you, not even on you, and he makes the air cold around you.

[jokerownsmysoul]

[quillheel]

❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)

"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.

he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.

"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."

He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again. ━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )

He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.

his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )

"... but are they always this rambunctious?"

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i am Thinking about nine and his hair, how his relationship with it and autonomy, and with caring for himself through it--and lack of such--are so much of a direct response to the type of abuse he went through from sandor, and to escaping from it, and how it is a near perfect foil to five's relationship with his hair and augh AUGH chews on a table it's so interesting and i could write so much about it, i really really wish they had kept NL!nine for that alone

[gloomy-glen]

: ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ Lacie

"It's hard to hold still when you're pulling..."

He had come to visit Lacie; hoping to spend the evening with her. So, when she offered to brush his hair he didn't refuse. He thought it would be relaxing, her brushing his hair while she talked about different things, and he listened...

Yes, it would be a perfect evening...at least that's what he thought...

Apparently his nap in the woods caused his hair to get terribly knotted, and Lacie wasn't exactly gentle when it came to brushing.

So, as she forced the brush through the knots, ripping strands of hair out as she went, he regretted his decision of coming to see her...

[1980ssunflower]

AOUHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[badcountryofficial]

And then—oop

Then he Move On after a few weeks and there was a part of me, a Big part of me that went Epic Bluff Bro, Cool Mind Game and then I remembered that letting him manipulate me and giving him the benefit of the doubt and reading into his shit was what got me hurt and made us toxic in the first place and so I had to believe he really had moved on. Both hurt pretty equally. Either you lied to make me feel like shit which. Wouldnt put past him. Or he really did just...move on after a couple weeks. Like either way he did not respect or care abt me at all. Not really. It hurts so bad. And I can't do anything. And part of me wants him to apologize but I know how stupid that is and how little it would even mean so. I keep the number blocked. I keep him blocked. I pray he DID move on and he's living his life fine without me. I want him to fucking hurt but realistically I just don't want to care what he's got going on. I want him to be living however the fuck he wants because it wasn't how I wanted to live so why wish anything on him other than I hope it's going how you want. I guess. It's just hard man. Ofc it is. And my brothers gf being here and everyone so happy and im just like oh you're talking abt marriage and kids and ur apartment u live in haha that's so awesome. And it's gonna get torn from YOU and I can't even say anything. But you're living the life I wanted. And my mom is so happy. And then when I mention my ex she does everything to turn thr conversation away because what a Bummer. And igi. But also. It sucks. I need to feel sad rn. It's the holidays and I'm alone because the person I loved chose the convenience of hurting me rather than working to treat me better and do the stuff we said we would together. Together. God this shit sucks so hard

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

ever notice how men never say they want to do shit for their women

[daughterhouse]

laying in bed with megumi, your head resting on his chest as you watch him scroll through his phone. every now and then he will scroll past a video he wants to watch and you'll bug him until he scrolls back up so you can see it—mostly all the cat videos that he gets on his explore page now that you're always sending them to him.

but he keeps shifting, almost like he's uncomfortable. and because you don't want to hurt him with your weight on top of him, when he shifts for the fifth time in less than ten minutes, you pop your chin up on his chest and look at him.

"am i too heavy?" you ask, and megumi furrows his eyebrows.

"what? no."

"you keep moving. are you uncomfy? is it because of—"

megumi shuts you up with the roll of his eyes. his jaw ticks in the way it does when he's biting his words back, and he looks up at the roof. with each breath he takes, you can feel his heart thrum in his chest just a little bit faster.

"i just... like being close to you, is all. and i don't know how to ask for what i want."

you prop yourself up a little and swing your leg over megumi to straddle his waist. his hands instinctively find your waist, and you're brushing his spiky hair up and off his forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it.

"wha—"

"that's what you want, right?" you wiggle your eyebrows, peppering kisses over his cheeks, nose, jaw, chin... "to be kissed so much you can't breathe!"

you attack megumi with so many kisses that his attempts to push you off him become futile, and he's left to scrunch up his nose and take the brunt of your desire to smooch. he grumbles, acts like he was going to ask to go get food or something, but you catch the way his cheeks flush and he starts to laugh alongside you.

you really need to teach that boy how to ask for a kiss.