#JUST HHHHHHHHHHHH

[simpingforcys]

Say what you will but DAMN was it so fucking sexy how quickly and immediately in control of his new body and wings he became, fully embraced it and took pride in it, the sheer EXCITEMENT of toying and torturing Ralph making his wings spread out ready to take off. Like imagine trying to rile him up by petting him or scratching around his sensitive spots and his wings just spike out like that, just HHH. He was just so excited to use his new body, the sudden spike in power, agility, even bloodthirsty, outright stating his desire to kill Ralph, all while laughing like a madman who got a new drive of motivation to satisfy his new needs.

[moongothic]

Returning to my silly little Digimon fancomic to work on it for the first time in months and realizing how phenomenally cringe it truly is

[kitamars]

oh no! more ginhiji

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[whataboutnoope]

Saw an edit on the clock app in which Wymack called both Neil and Kevin his sons and I just want to say to whoever put that thought in my brain: you get yelled at and later a kiss for this one (i can't seem to find it rn, hope it'll get back on my fyp at some point.)

[lizzylucky]

[captain-k8kat]

I know I've talked about this before somewhere but the I just love the parallel between diluc and kaeya of kaeya being stuck in the past and diluc refusal to look back, preferring to look towards the future instead.

[blitzbuckz]

when people say they're excited to see me / my content

me:

[logosbot-tm]

I really, really should stop hoping that people are good or at least decent. How fucking difficult is that? How difficult is it to just be a decent person? I could go on a rant about Good Omens and how much it means to me, and how much it has helped me. I could rant about what I think people should do in a situation such as this.

But honestly, I don't fkn know what to do or say, because my opinion on this us fucking worthless and the more posts I read the less it feels like I know, and the less it feels like I can actually form a coherent opinion that isn't just "ohyhyhh poor me I liked the show."

HhHHHH I'm mostly just pissed bc, why is it that difficult to just be decent?

[teddybeartoji]

i have a cold

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking sashisu thoughts rn ………… suguru was the least desensitized of the three and that’s why he was the first to break . explodes

[brown-little-robin]

あ

[pup-pee]

i think speedsters should randomly show up in the bg of comics like batman does

listen if they r going around the world they r BOUND 2 see their silly superhero friends ok?

like would they not say hi ;;

sjhafdkhfss i just think it owul db rlly silly if smth was happening in the bg but then a flash of lightning, its fixed! also hey theres a speedster eating out the palm of ur hand like a bird- r u used 2 this??

[kakyogay]

hhhhhhhhh I rpomise I don't headcanon suns as he they in a malivious way it's just my own self projection as a transmasc kid going by those pronouns I'm sorry I personally like that interpretation hhhhh

[weregreatatcrime]

I have So Many Thoughts about the hunters as an institution in ffxv

Like they have to avoid being an actual militia or military to avoid foreign nations dragging them into the war, but they also have to be a militia or the local populations get royally fucked by daemons and creatures. But they have to REALLY ride that line

There's NO standardized system and that is on purpose. Hunters know if they CAN get word out, somebody will PROBABLY be sent to help them out with something, but it's not guaranteed and there's no surefire methods of communication around. Hunters aren't given a proper support system beyond an implied social contract. They don't have anything to fall back on except savings if they're hurt or can't hunt. If you die, you're lucky if your dog tags get picked up and found by someone to tell folks that you died

Hunters have been intentionally crippled as an institution because if they actually WORK then somebody is going to kill them to avoid them being part of an army. But if they DON'T work well enough then people die across the countryside. It's such a delicate balancing act jfc

You KNOW that the end result of this is that while there's certainly some bad apples, hunters as a whole are going to be insanely fucking insular and interconnected. They rely on each other whenever possible because they CAN'T rely on each other all the time

Loyalty between hunters is worth starting fights over. There have got to be actual dueling rules amongst hunters to settle arguments because they can't afford to mistrust each other out in the field. It's normal to meet someone you've never even spoken to before and trust them with your life because they're a friend of a friend. Hunters have their own lingo and habits that make no sense to civies much less city folks

And you know damn well that hunters probably look at people from Insomnia and don't trust them as far as they can fucking throw them (even if sometimes, that distance might be pretty far)