#covered with blanket

[soulmvtes]

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Anakin the weighted blanket

[triona-tribblescore]

rewatched The Bear over the last few days. They are on my mind <3

[naya1770]

remember to kiss your wife before bedtime :)

[capesch-arts]

>:3

Shout-out to artists and/or fic writers that covers Arthur in John's... everything. You rock

[goffredos]

Now they are in bed together, lying in Vincent’s preferred way: Thomas’s back up against his chest, legs entangled, Vincent’s hand slung over his wife’s hip so that he may stroke the softness there. It is pleasantly familiar in the way their marriage has become, right down to Thomas’s icy cold feet tucked under Vincent’s; your circulation goes as you get old, Thomas says in mournful tones (really, as if he were headed for a retirement village!) "hand-fed to fullness" by @offwegointothewildblueyonder (part 2 of walk hand in hand with faith)

[doe-prince]

Lately my dreams have been bloody

[tiger-grace]

the fact that Duke is the daytime vigilante implies regular situations in which everyone else is nocturnal except for him

Duke: hi tim!

Tim, blinking one eye at a time and slamming a coffee cup on the counter: what are you doing at this ungodly hour

Duke: 10 pm is when us normal human beings go to bed actually :)

Dick, collapsed over the counter having barely slept coming back from his police job only to wake up for patrol: duke. please turn the lights off. it’s so bright please duke i’m blind

Duke: not only are the ceiling lamps off but I am actively absorbing literally all the light in the room. goodnight

[whistlewritesforfun]

Blanket Monster

I feel like Jason is the type to become a “blanket monster.” He’s reading a book, but he’s so swamped in a blanket you don’t know he’s there unless you’re looking for him, or you spot his hair poking out the top.

Especially when he first gets to the manor, that kid would be within a blanket, within a blanket, within a blanket. Alfred knows it’s probably because when he was on the streets, something like a large, soft blanket wasn’t a luxury he could afford. Cold nights without heating in an apartment or a back-alley still haunt his mind, but the blanket chases it away.

I also like to imagine that Bruce would accidentally sit down on a small pile of blankets in the library, only to hear an anguished squeal as Jason is smothered and his book is (oh the horror!!) possibly taking damage.

Eventually Bruce gets aware enough to know that every stray pile of blankets might be Jason, and he starts deliberately avoiding sitting on them. This continues even after Jason dies.

Bruce half expects every pile of blankets to have Jason’s head pop out of them, messy and smiling. At one point, he got so paranoid he just started ripping the blankets off of whatever they were on. Pieces of his sons presence still lingering. Still persisting.

He yanks a blanket up one day and nearly gets a book to the face. The heavy volume thumps to the floor, and Bruce picks it up gingerly. It’s a copy of Pride and Prejudice, well worn and well read. The bookmark still left in the middle.

Bruce frowns. He does that a lot. There was a slight bitterness from knowing that Jason’s story ended before it was done, now he has the physical manifestation of that sentiment in his hands.

When Jason comes back as Red Hood, in his apartment he is still a blanket-monster. The coldness of an escaped grave driving an even more vicious need for warmth. But now his head always pokes out the top on a vigilant swivel. Second-hand copies of books on his lap as he has to brush the fuzzy fabric away so he can turn the page. Sure it’d be easier to just… not envelop himself in the blanket. Yet somehow dealing with the sudden cold that always came after losing a blanket sounded immeasurably awful.

[zondearts]

warmup

[dirtytransmasc]

I think I need MelVik connecting when Viktor was on his sick bed. they had been amicable before, maybe a little more than that due to their connection through Jayce and her presence around Hextech and such. but they weren't entirely friends. not yet.

and she goes to see him. perhaps she feels a tinge of guilt at assuming the worst about Jayce, or her bleeding heart makes her feel responsible for keeping Jayce out of the lab when Viktor had needed him. maybe Jayce needs to step out for a moment, and she soothes his worry by promising to sit with Viktor. maybe she just wants to be closer to the man that's so painfully important to the one she loves, wants to befriend him, wants to know him, all before it's far too late.

maybe it's a little bit of each.

but she goes to see him. she sits in the chair that Jayce has nearly worn a hole through, and keeps a semi-awkward distance between them, not knowing what is too close and too far.

this man is dying. he is dying and he has accepted that. he looks like a corpse. cold emanates off of him. he is something she doesn't fully understand.

she doesn't know how to approach.

but she does.

she greets softly and speaks softly and hesitates to touch, but rests a hand over Viktor's and feels how cold he is, even as a sickly warmth brews in his bones, leeching the warmth from his skin and the energy from his body.

he seems surprised she's there. it feels out of place. like the song and dance of their dynamic has shifted, and now he needs to relearn the steps. and now this is a dance of two, not three.

she will tell Viktor, in enough detail to be understood and not enough to be awkward, where Jayce was. because it feels right to confess. it's not an apology, but the avoidance of keeping something like a secret from a dying man.

Viktor will probably just nod and say something self deprecating, because what else do you say when your body is already making a joke of itself? before assuring her that Jayce is not his keeper, that she is not to blame, but even that comes off as some twisted attempt at humor. sue him for being sardonic as he lay dying.

but unlike Jayce, who will cringe at the jokes, she will hide a smile behind her fingers, muffling a soft, if not saddened, chuckle in her palm.

Viktor's eyes will light up ever so slightly.

she'll feel awkward once more. should she have laughed? was this playing into a complex? was this right of her?

Viktor will smile weakly.

she'll feel a little less awkward.

she will realize Viktor needs someone to laugh with. that Jayce, bless his soul, cannot be that person for Viktor. his worry has brewed too long. it's too strong.

but maybe a fresh face like Mel's can be there to smile when Jayce cannot. will laugh when Jayce cannot. can make cheeky jokes and pokes and prods.

the three fit together like 3 pieces of 3 broken puzzles. they fit together, not perfectly, but they fit, and create a finished object, even if off kilter her and uneven there. but it's ok, they're making due.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

I literally forgot how badly they both got beat up by the Deadly Six before finally triumphing and sending them home but oh my word

Still, the way they're leaning on each other, hobbling to the door together, trying to make sure the other is alright, and still giving each other a fist bump despite being so obviously exhausted and hurt.

🥺💙💛

[mothinflamesdoodles]

Hi moot that I never talk to because they're so cool!!!

I'm the stupid clover who does stupid drawing requests and today I'm giving random color palletes so I hope u like this!!!! (If you're busy you don't have to do it this is just for fun heheheheh)

*runs away*

Snug as a bug in a rug

[ohitslen]

Sharing a blanket

Request by @volaenii ✨

Accidentally incorporated this to my uni au oopsieeees

[applesdefinitely]

presenting: trixie mattel's world famous comforter rant

[gurbled-gargles]

Those glow in the dark ceiling decorations, but a tummy