#cry into his chest maybe

[meownotgood]

i think we as a society don't acknowledge boxer!aki from ch. 46 enough

when he gets animated..... huuu...... uuuuu... godddddd I can't muster a single coherent thought like JUST LOOK AT HIM......

and the way aki fought this guy who looks way more buff than him but aki didn't even break a sweat!!! aki doesn't even look tired!!!!!! he's so lean and tall and pretty in that one panel like what if I just died fyfucikkkk

[nibbelraz]

When your brother wants to betray the powerful demon king you both work for but you know that's NOT going to end well so you try to convince him not to do it but he's also seen those LUSTFUL gazes you do to said demon and calls you out

[lotus-duckies]

There's something very interesting to me about the fact that Boboiboy consistently calls Yaya "Mimi" during his memory loss episodes

Clearly, he still has some memory, and there's something compelling him to believe her name is Mimi when he can't remember it's Yaya, something that happens even when they first met

And it's conveniently the same name as his old cat.

Maybe Boboiboy looked at her and was like "oh she's like Mimi" for whatever reason and it just stuck in his brain

[armandposting]

anyway what if Daniel catches up with armand and he holds Armand's face in both hands and he asks is it quiet now

[screechingfromthevoid]

"I don't think I have anymore hard nos" EXCUSE ME MR. O'BRIEN CAN WE TAKE THAT BACK A SECOND

[hartxstarr-art]

last night, my dream wasnt clear if wolfwood was my brother or my best friend from childhood but i had a vision where he would get impaled by several crosses and die a horrible death like that. so i desperately tore off every cross he had on him but realized that there was one that he would never let me take away. and as i knelt there breaking down, he tried to comfort me saying “its okay its okay” knowing that he would die. and then i woke up. and i have to live with that memory.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[cosmogyros]

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[revenge-of-the-assbutt]

i feel sick

[hairtusk]

[19catsncounting]

Therapy isn't enough I need the CW to go back and re-film Season 11 to prove that Lucifer could have been saved if Michael didn't abandon him like Dean refused to abandon Sam.

[ningningkittie]

the anxiety pills arent even working :c

[bigbig00f]

I want to thank the lady who sat next to me when I went to see Les miserables yesterday for trying to console me when the boys were dying. It didn't work, and I ugly cried for 10 minutes straight, but it was nice of her to try

[thedragonagelesbian]

The other problem is the cuddles i want to write are of the "hurt/comfort while/after breaking down and sobbing a lot and needing to be taken care of" variety which is. Regrettably antithetical to cyrus' character.

[inkwatersquid]

Like someone said, wwx death haunts Jiang cheng because it's like he choked him to death by his own hands and I think it's somewhat similar to how wwx feels about Jiang yanli death being by "his" hands

Jiang cheng's obsession is a lot similar to Lwj's refusal to burn the paper money or playing the inquiry because it's not that they think he will come back but more that they refuse to believe he is gone for good

I know that because the story takes place after wwx comes back jiang cheng's whole "i don't believe wei wuxian is actually dead i'm gonna keep obsessively looking for him" shtick got retroactively legitimized, but it is pretty important to remember that wei wuxian was in fact super dead the entire time and if it hadn't been for a depressed 20-something doing a suicide ritual, influenced to an unknown degree by a revenge plot that wasn't in play yet at the time of wwx's death, he would never have come back at all. And jiang cheng would've kept going "No! He's still out there I know it" for eternity with absolutely no proof or results.

Jiang Cheng, my man, what the fuck

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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