#comforting things

[mstudi0s]

🍁 Things to Remember

You did the best you could

Change takes time. Rome wasn't build over night ok.

You don't have to explain anything to anyone.

No, really is a complete sentence. No.

Your time and presence are precious.

Somebody loves you. I promise.

You are not your thoughts.

Somebody is thinking of you right now and how much they appreciate and admire you.

You're not selfish for having boundaries.

Take care of yourself for the future you.

There is good in this world.

You didn't deserve the abuse or trauma you want through.

You can be happy.

It's ok for you to take up space.

Anything is really possible.

[mxmorbidmidnight]

Geese are misunderstood creatures. They are more than violent. Being a goose is an expression, it is an emotion in its own. To be a goose is to fight and protect just as it is to love and be free. Geese do not fight for no reason. I made these that describe what it is to be a goose..

[chocolatecake47]

One of my favorite things is when a character has had a really tough day, maybe they've been crying about something, maybe it's just been a long and tiring day and they've had a hard time and now they're drained and depleted and curled up under a blanket, and another character sits beside them and strokes their hair and whispers reassurances and is just there, waiting for them to fall asleep and staying with them so they know its okay now and the hard time is over and they're going to be okay.

it doesn't even have to be a couple, it can literally be anyone, a pair of siblings, best friends, parents and children, aunts/uncles with nieces/nephews, literally anyone. It's just such a pure form of love ❤️.

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[junewild]

socks are the primary producers of the laundry biome. they typically mate for life and come in a wide variety of patterns, though—unlike shoes, which many theorize to be a symbiotic species—they lack sexual dimorphism. juvenile socks resemble their parents, but have yet to develop the long necks that distinguish socks from other species of the extremity family, such as mittens

[maharetr]

Oh god, the Ernie segment was so soothing and peaceful? And I wanted the reaction moment badly enough that I went and found it on youtube (presumably we're dancing around min and max lengths of various platforms)

I'm darkly amused that the Bluey clip isn't available in the country who made it, srsly wtf. But the Sarah and Duck is new to me, and so fucking nice. Thank you, cosy children's side of Tumblr, this was very nice timing.

Obviously this is an adorable bit but I'm so struck by how different this is from so many little kid shows today like.......the muted colors. no background noise. no sound effects. you can literally hear Jim Henson breathing between his lines. Ernie is talking very slowly, meandering, letting the kids digest the info. it's a full minute before you get the payoff of it all. man

[angelicgarnet]

the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right

[hotdogmchiggin]

the Horrors probably could’ve been avoided if they just tried the Medicine Drug

[neostellarjpg]

i like ralsei hes so regular and nothings going on with him

[mstudi0s]

You're blaming yourself for their lack of maturity :

What does that mean? So you're dealing with someone who is refusing to give you proper communication and talk to you. So what do you, you start looking at yourself. Seeing where you could have done better. Wondering if maybe you had not said this or had said that, it would have led to a more productive conversation of better results.

Introspection is a very healthy tool and, in fact, can lead to growth as well as allow you to have compassion for those around. I have learned so much about myself through this tool. but sometimes, our tools can become weapons. The very hammer I use to build a house is the same one that can be used to kill a man.

So this person then continues on with their immaturity, never giving you that proper communication that you need. What happens now is you're the one constantly trying to do better, constantly seeing where you want wrong and how you can fix this. Constantly wondering if this is your fault and maybe it was best you two had never crossed paths in the first place. It's always you doing the work while they do nothing.

This constant state slowly eats away at you, like some disease that slowly breaks down the body, leaving nothing left and wondering how you got there in the first place. It takes your once healthy mindset of clear skies and turning it into one of chaos and storms. You always feel like you're the problem and never doing anything right when, in fact, it's not you who did anything wrong but the lack coming from the other person you believed you wronged.

I want you to know that their immaturity is not your burden or demons to bear and showing grace and compassion has not you made you weak but it's a sign of someone who's survived some really rough days and long nights. You've done nothing besides trying to see the good in someone who can't even give you the time of the day, and that is a brave and powerful thing to do.

But you can stop now, it's ok to walk away. And there is no sorry you owe except the one you owe yourself for allowing it to get here.

[mxmorbidmidnight]

Thank the gods for the people making pod fics. Saving people like me with paralysis, reading issues, etc. It’s small things that make it easier to live with disabilities. Being able to access comfort media when I don’t have much movement in my body makes things so much less miserable. mwah mwah I appreciate it, I art thy number one fan.

[mroddmod]

rough seas

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt being scared to be too clingy w katsuki...

"jisu you seem like you think abt being too clingy a LOT. didn't you just recently write this fic and that fic that are basically the exact same prompt?" no you can sybau.

you’re standing in the doorway of his dorm, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

he’s sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, legs spread just enough to be inviting without trying. hoodie half-zipped, sweats hanging low on his hips, phone in one hand, completely relaxed.

you are not.

you want to sit with him. in his lap. be tucked in, held tight, kissed maybe once or twice until you melt into him like sugar in hot tea.

but your feet don’t move.

you feel like if you climb into his space first, it’ll make it obvious how badly you want it. how you’ve been thinking about it all day. how when you woke up this morning, a part of you was already aching for his arms.

and what if he doesn’t want that right now?

what if he’s tired, or busy, or just not feeling it?

you shift from foot to foot.

his eyes flick up for only a second before going back to his phone.

“you comin’ in or just gonna stand there lookin’ like an idiot?”

your cheeks flush a little.

“shut up.”

he hums. doesn’t banter. just sets his phone aside, like, completely, not even face-up, and looks at you properly now. tilts his head a little.

and you see it. the way his gaze softens. the way his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile, because if he does, the world will probably collapse or something.

he opens his arms. slow, easy.

“c'mere.”

you hesitate. not because you don’t want to. but because you do, and that’s the part that always scares you. you want him so much. you love him with your whole heart and soul and would spend every second being close with him if you could. but does he? are you being too much? too clingy? your own insecurity and self-doubt eats at you.

he catches that in your face. always does. so he adds, voice lower now:

“c’mon, sweetheart. don’t make me ask twice.”

maybe the nickname does it. or maybe it's his tone, or the look in his eyes. either way, it does you over.

you pad over quietly, still a little unsure, until you’re standing between his knees. he reaches for your hips, not rough like how he does most things, but careful, like he doesn’t want to rush you.

“lemme hold you, yeah?”

you nod.

and that’s it.

he pulls you in, smooth and easy, guiding you into his lap like you’ve always belonged there. one arm wraps firm around your lower back. the other slides up under your hoodie to settle warm against your spine.

he exhales deep, like tension he didn’t even notice was there just fell out of his chest.

“fuck. there you are.”

you melt.

your face tucks into his neck. your arms go around his shoulders. your whole body curls up like it knows exactly how to fit against him now. no more guessing. no more hovering.

he rubs your back, slow and steady, fingers dragging ticklishly but soothingly along skin.

“you don’t gotta wait for me to say it every time,” he mumbles into your hair.

“if you want this, just take it. always want you close.”

you nod against his neck, lips brushing warm against his pulse.

and he holds you tighter, just for a moment, like he needs to be sure you believe it.

you do.

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[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[silosbears]

i think alphonse would still experience depersonalization and dysmorphia even after getting his body back