#a hug in a mug

[sylvermoths]

Just teachers being stupid don't mind them

[honey-doc]

urgh i love how kabru showed no reservations or disgust when holding mithrun here even though he's covered in sp*der guts cuz he's too concerned about him to care lol

i love them ahh🥹😭

[lunareclipses-moments]

Some low quality Tokyo debunker memes I have made instead of studying 😔

[pixelchansart]

Just two strong Mugs, what more could you want! :]

The Mugs on the left belongs to @popfizzles

While the Mugs on the right is mine!

[paracosmicessence]

i really hope they have saw 2 in the tmagp universe for needle guy to watch

[tlmtwelve]

“Well, that was unexpected.”

I was planning on making a sketch for the @weekly-star-wars-prompts "Crossover" all week, but literally mid-sketch I changed my mind and used this prompt instead - I think I just needed a Crosshair/Hunter hug!

[matchstique]

Yo, I hope you’re doing well. I wish ya the best.

-Match💜

[notalostcausejustyet]

@blairamok ‘s Ineffable May prompt for today was “coffee”

Nina is standing just outside the front door of her café, the warmth of a ceramic mug cradled by hands that are skilled and worn and need the heat to loosen up first thing in the morning. This is the time of day that Nina both loathes and covets. What she refers to with a smirk as, “the taint of dawn”. The witching hour passed a few hours ago, the birds are still abed (they have some sense at least), and the moon is fighting valiantly to pull the sun to wakefulness and with it the world. It is peaceful and still, and– when it isn’t raining– it’s beautiful. It is also way too damned early for this.

Across the street, an automobile that she hasn’t seen in months has pulled up in front of the bookshop. Not a car, no. The only way to refer to that gleaming, black piece of art is, automobile. The lights in the bookshop never go out. But the doors never open. Not anymore, not since the last time that bit-of-a-bygone-era on wheels graced the curb, and the sex-on-legs that is getting out of it drove it away. The shining antique is all luscious, sweeping curves, the man who leans over the top of it, statue-still, is not. He is an incongruous amalgamation of hard lines and acute angles. A whipcord lean fixture in black, gracing the silent morning air.

Nina watches, barely daring to breathe, wondering if this is the day. The day that the odd, heavy feeling that has pervaded Whickber Street for the last several months finally breaks, bringing the storm she knows it heralds. There is a flicker of movement across the street. Nina unconsciously eases her body away from the door frame that she has been frozen against since she first heard the deep growl of an engine. The flicker across the street builds to a violent tremor, and she tilts her head and watches as the long streak of nothing, his hair as red as the breaking dawn, slowly collapses to the pavement.

Nina breathes out a shaking exhale and watches him a moment longer. She turns quietly and notes the bloodied sky, the unusual lack of birdsong, and sets her jaw before heading back inside.

A few moments later she is crouched on the street next to him. A second, steaming mug in hand.

“Six shots of espresso. In a big cup. Nothing else.”

He tilts his head up, looking at her through a curtain of familiar but sadly unkempt crimson hair, expressive brows furrowed in confusion.

“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.”

One eyebrow shoots up to his hairline, and his lip begins to curl in a sneer.

“What. In the absolute, horseshite, nonsense…”

Nina bodily shoves the mug into his surprised hands and notes with no small amount of sympathy the way his entire body seems to curl around the warmth it radiates.

“I know what the sign on the shop says. But the ‘death’ bit of ‘Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death’ is metaphorical. ‘Cause we all feel like roadkill before our first cuppa. I’m not sure exactly what happened with you two. But I know what it feels and looks like before a right howler blows in. So I’m bringing you coffee. Coffee is the only option today.”

A second eyebrow has been joining the first in northward migration since Nina started her little monologue. For a few heartbeats, the world seems to hold its breath as they stare at each other.

“Right then. Coffee human. Nina. Cheers.”

He holds his mug up and Nina decisively clinks the edge of her own to it.

“Cheers.”

They both upend their bitter beverages with a grimace, and she stands, holding out a hand.

[monikamonik]

*•・❥・♡꙳𓂃𓂂*•.¸♡❦

Autumn is made for coffee. Cool autumn days are the perfect time to wrap yourself in its velvety aroma. A delicious cup of coffee is like a warm hug in a mug, it reminds you that there are still good things in the world.. M.

Collage by me.

[abhainnwhump]

Whumpee feels like they don't deserve love, help, or happiness for the intrusive thoughts they can't control.

[anannua]

holiday smooch

@dancibayo i'm always down to doodle ya bois pls enjoy

[catocappuccino]

He's my son, actually. Don't you DARE talk bad about him! He did nothing wrong in his entire life 😌

[naughtydogg]

unfair of him to say he likes being hugged yet I can’t give him one 🤨🤨

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Nick’s Disappointed Tired Dad Face when Jasmine/ Hancock/ Deacon/ One of his kids does something stupid that he knows he’ll have to clean up later.

[sphylor]

it is so cold i have turned into a Sphycicle

[mlobsters]

the great british bake off s13 (c10) janusz bringing the queer joy

+bonus halloween not-fielding

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