#can't even think curved

[back2bluesidex]

SOMEBODY PLEASE SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD CAUSE I SIMPLY CAN'T TAKE THIS MAN ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[jubilantmedusa]

Untitled Zukka Hurt/Comfort Ficlet #1 (because practicing drawing means I need to write little mini fics I guess...)

“You’re sick.” Sokka’s voice was as calm as the surface of water on a still night. Not a hint of accusation or contempt. No softness, no sting. Only observation. Reflection.

Zuko took a breath, deep to sooth his limbs that were threatening to shake. “I’m fine.”

Sokka frowned, and Zuko felt a knot form instantly in his stomach. His shivered, vision swimming as he saw the flash of another frown, superimposed. A different frown. Harsh. Sharp.

Sokka’s movements were calm. Fluid. Gentle as he raised his hand to Zuko’s forehead and pressed with just the right amount of pressure. “You have a fever.” Zuko felt his heartbeat pick up as Sokka’s lip began to curl, but as his expression settled Zuko realized that Sokka wasn’t angry, just concerned.

Zuko breathed deeply, pinning his arms to his sides before the other boy could notice that he was shaking now. Only, he must not have been fast enough because Sokka dropped his hand from Zuko’s forehead to grab Zuko’s trembling fingers. 

“Your hands are freezing.” Sokka hand tightened around Zuko’s as he pulled it upwards, pressing it against his mouth. Zuko couldn’t stop his hands from shaking even harder as Sokka’s breath warmed his skin.

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“I can do that.” Zuko reached to grab his sleeping bag. “I’m fine.” Sokka lifted it over his head like they were kids playing keep away. Zuko huffed, crossing his arms, but let Sokka keep it.

“You’re not fine.” Sokka spread of the blanket. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“Ugg.” Sokka paused. He looked up, holding  Zuko’s gaze until Zuko finally drawled, two days? maybe three.”

“Three days?!” Zuko felt his pulse quickening again, his shoulders bracing. “Why didn’t you say anything!” Even though Sokka’s voice voice was high he didn’t sound angry. In fact… Sokka’s eyebrows were scrunched, lips pressed thin. “You were training Aang this morning. Zuko, you shouldn’t be bending like that if you’re sick “ Sokka was worried.

“I’m fine.” How many times had Zuko said that now? “It’s just a fever. It’ll go away.”

“I mean, sure it will, if you rest. Can you, uh…” He gestured towards the sleeping bag, laid out and waiting.

“Oh.” It felt awkward to lower himself down when his legs felt so much like jelly, Zuko was sure it wasn’t graceful. But Sokka didn’t say anything, just stood there, eyebrow raised. Waiting. Zuko realized, then, that he was supposed to lay all the way down. So he did, somehow feeling boneless now that he wasn’t holding himself up. 

He blinked as Sokka settled a blanket over to his shoulders. It took Zuko and absurd number of seconds to realize that it was a blue blanket, one of Sokka’s own. Woven. Thick. Soft.

“Comfortable?” Sokka asked. When Zuko met his eyes he smiled.

It was nice, seeing Sokka smile. Zuko wanted to smile back, but he… there was a quivering in his stomach. Not sickness, just… waiting. “I’m fine,” Zukp said. When Sokka raised an eyebrow, he added, “I… feel fine.”

“I doubt that,” Sokka said.

“I do,” Zuko insisted. Yes, his body felt suddenly heavy. And his skin buzzed strange sensitivity that made event he gentlest touch feel like a scratch. But he was lying on his side, on something soft, and he was warm. “I… thank you.”

Sokka shrugged. “I didn’t do much,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

Zuko thought for a moment. “Water?” He croaked.

“Coming right up, bud.”

Zuko let his eyes close for a moment, just listening to the sound of Sokka’s footsteps as he went back to the packs, the rustling of fabric as he was digging through something. Then there was a feeling, something hard brushing his fingers. Zuko opened his eyes to see a small, green glass. “A Ba Sing Se souvenir cup?”

“It was on sale,” Sokka said, chuckling. “Drink it. It’s medicine.”

“For what?” Zuko asked.

“The fever?” Sokka reminded him. “Do they… umm… not treat fevers in the Fire Nation or something?”

“Of course they do.” Zuko propped himself up just enough to tip the bitter liquid into his mouth before settling down again.

More sounds of shuffling as Sokka lowered himself, and then Zuko felt weight on his back as Sokka pressed into him, a hand settling itself onto his arm. Sokka’s touch was firm, but quiet. Soft. Sweet. “But not yours?” Sokka sounded sad.

Zuko swallowed. He remembered that feeling, tossing and turning as his skin crawled and his stomach churned. Waking up with a sweat drenched face but father still expected Zuko to do his katas. Run through his katas, go to school, sit up straight. There was punishment for slouching, even if he only slouched because he was shivering so hard he couldn’t mind his posture. “We were being trained to rule, Azula and I. Countries don’t stop because you have a cold.”

Sokka didn’t say anything, just started rubbing his arm. 

“You can rest now,” Sokka said after a while. “I can take care of you.”

Take care of him? Zuko tried to remember the last time someone had taken care of him. His Uncle had tried, of course, but Zuko had always pushed him away. He couldn’t let himself be seen that way - weak, sick. So he ignored the quiver in his Uncle’s voice when Iroh spoke to him from the other side of a metal door. And before that… before that his mother would, when father would let her. When Zuko was so sick that she’d block his bed with her body to keep father away, even if it cost her. Then sit with him and fuss his hair back with slender fingers.

“I’ll take good care of you,” Sokka said.

Zuko took a deep breath in. Not a sigh, just a breath, one to fill him up. He could feel his heart starting to race again, but... nicer this time, with Sokka so warm and solid against his back. He let the breath out. Slow. Controlled. Eyes still closed, he whispered, “Okay.”

[fromtheseventhhell]

I don't think anyone who believes Arya is focused on revenge has ever actually read her chapters, it's just been one long game of telephone where people repeat a take they heard so they can pretend they know what they're talking about

[botched-lineart]

sitting around pondering those luigi brothers rn

[thebreakfastgenie]

I do think Billy Joel is lying about not drinking any of the times he crashed his car (I'm potentially willing to give him one of the three which is more than anyone else) but only because he spent so little time sober during that period of his life. It's not like I don't think he's a bad enough driver to crash his car three times in two years without drinking.

[cult-of-the-eye]

brooo it's literally impossible to be anything other than skinny during the summer

[deltastorm101]

let it be known that ghostrunner goes down in history as the only game that can make me ragequit within MINUTES. i tried, I REALLY TRIED to get into it, TWICE, once in 2022 and then right here and now, i love the aesthetic, the music, it looks awesome on my new monitor, i tried with controller and keyboard, i switched on assist mode, i cannot for the life of me play this game. I'M TOO SLOW. PERIOD. never even got past the first level/stage/whatever. i have 2.1h logged on steam, this game HATES me, it is hostile, it is angry, it makes me angry, one of the worst game purchases i ever made

[hunterbidenlovesme]

I broke up with my ex boyfriend nearly 3 months ago (I think it's in about a few days or so) and it's 1am and it definitely struck me, i must have hurt him so much and if i regret anything it was the fact that i wasn't truthful to him and me both..

[non-un-topo]

The irony of trying to start a "pain journal" but being too fatigued and having too much brain fog from said pain to start one

[mezmer]

Yeah anyways what if I DARKENED my hair. I should not until after this wedding because I am supposed to wear a pastel purple dress. No idear actually. I know I am going to practice wearing heels because all the bridesmaids are womenlets. Actually the bride and groom are both under 5'4 LOL I should get pretty reasonably sized heels

[nexus-nebulae]

brrrrr (/pos)

[purenguyening]

An idea I never really wanted to write but I like to day dream about it at work.

Norman figures out Brendan is gay and is waiting around for his son to come out to him. Cue very roundabout ways of trying to build trust with him.

One of his ideas involves asking around for a popular restaurant and then taking him there for a meal when the stars align and they're both free.

Brendan does eventually open up to him but it was about how when they first moved he felt pressured and trapped at the idea of having to follow in his dad's footsteps. (This is because after you arrive to Petalburg Norman makes the assumption his kid will be a trainer just like him and I imagined his kid took that literally). It becomes really nice moment and Norman is quite ecstatic and happy because he is proud of his kid and everything carries on as normal...

At least until Norman walks up to the gym the following day and realizes he technically failed his goal at getting his kid to come out to him. Cue him hitting his head against the door and his junior trainers terrified for the rest of the day.

[fridgedeeznuts]

[sysig]

I swear as soon as I dig out their source material I’m gonna start working on them again (Patreon)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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