#emotional kinship

[unkstaarwysbr]

A Beloved Legacy: The Ninja Turtles Capture Hearts and Inspire a Lifelong Bond

In TSDS 275, the profound adoration for the Ninja Turtles spills forth from the speaker’s heart, unveiling a cherished connection like no other. They wholeheartedly proclaim the Heroes in a Half Shell as their favorite, depicting an intimate bond that transcends the realm of fiction. To this fervent devotee, the Ninja Turtles are not just fictional characters, but genuine companions who have…

[thelostgirl21]

One thing I really want to see happen in Season 4...

Valdo Marx: Nice to see you again, Joseph!

Jaskier: *Heavy sigh* That's -

Yarpen: *Stepping in front of him protectively.* Julian Alfred Pankratz to you, you dying sounding beached whale! Only his friends call him Joseph!

Jaskier: Ah, actually, that's Jaskier.

Yarpen: *Dismissively.* Yeah, I KNOW.

Jaskier: *Getting all teary eyed.* I know you do.

[bitchapalooza]

I relate to Sanji too much because it really does seem like he’s adopted the mentality that physical and mental abuse is a form of significant affection but only directed towards himself, like he sees it’s wrong and unjust when other people are being abused, but when he’s the victim he feels this conflicted sense of I deserve it and Wow they love me so much! It’s heartbreaking just to think about tbh

[the-woman-upstairs]

Armand, when Lestat demanded he pass on his “I love you” to Louis:

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Saw someone in youtube comments say something like "on the map Czechia and Slovakia are two separate countries, but Czechoslovakia is in our hearts" and yeah. yeah that's what it's like

[good-beanswrites]

And here's one with Weak for Fuuta and Amane, for anon! I've recently been going crazy over some ideas from posts about Fuuta and food and he and Amane's relationship, and they came together perfectly with the prompt -- thank you for the request 👀👀👀

“Can you be quiet for one minute?” 

Fuuta spun around from where he’d been complaining loudly about the food, with his mouth full of it, to find Amane glaring from beside him.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” he said through bites. He paused to swallow, though. And take a sip of his drink. And then forgot was he was talking about anyway.

Amane returned to mouthing a blessing over her food. The annoyance in her expression melted away to serenity as she brought her hands together. Fuuta watched as she drew herself up. Then she ate calmly. He could have crumbled in shame, right then, at the thought of this tiny kid holding up better than himself. 

She, too, had experienced the punishments that came with their verdict. Restraints pulled so tight it’s hard to breathe. Long nights of maddening voices and watchful eyes. The smaller meal portions leading to shaky limbs. Fuuta spent every meal inhaling as much as he could as soon as he could -- and here Amane sat as if she had a perfectly content stomach. Through everything, she maintained her strong gaze and commanding voice.

Fuuta reminded himself she did have a few advantages over him. She still had all her eyes and ribs intact, for one. It was difficult to give someone a convincing stinkeye with only one eye.

While he continued shoveling down his meal, he noticed her separating things on her plate. The meat in the corner went completely untouched. 

The aforementioned treatment had made him irritable -- more irritable than usual, that is -- and he jabbed his utensils at her. “Hey, we talked about this. Eat your fucking meat. I’ve been eating my vegetables, yeah?” Not that he wanted to. He would have eaten just about anything they put in front of him if it kept the gnawing hunger at bay.

“It’s against my beliefs,” she said simply. 

“I thought suicide was, too.”

She raised her chin. “I’ve known plenty who have fasted and become stronger for it. This is nothing drastic.”

Fuuta grit his teeth. He’d witnessed his fair share of internet-goers who acted cruel about another’s religion. He wasn’t about to join them in being some piece of shit who forced her to do something that was against her code. But there was no way he was going to sit around and watch her starve herself, either.

He couldn’t blame Amane for how harshly she’d refused help from the others -- they coddled her, encouraging her with sweet talk, or tried an insufferable stern parental tone. Fuuta wasn’t cut out for any of those methods, anyway. What he did know how to do, however, was make threats. 

Even if Amane didn’t fear death, he knew there was one situation she would do absolutely anything to avoid. 

“Oi, if you get any weaker, Shidou’s gonna step in.” Her frown twitched. “He’s already harassed me and Mahiru about our meals. He saw my hand shake one time and hasn't stopped hounding me about it since. The minute he can tell you’re not eating enough, he’ll be all over you. And let me tell you, you’re not very subtle about it.” 

The final statement came out with more bite than intended. Maybe he was bitter that she was at least more subtle than him. Maybe he thought it was fucked up the way she, too, had grown visibly weaker. Maybe he was just hungry and tired of talking. He attacked another mouthful of food. 

Amane was searching her plate as if the answer could be found there. There was a long silence as she contemplated. Fuuta had thought he’d won until she shook her head. “No. I can’t.”

He rolled his eyes and head in an over dramatic show of exasperation. “So stubborn!”  When he was done chewing, he picked up his plate. “Fine.” He gathered up all that was left, dumping it onto hers with a flick. 

A fire ignited in her gaze. She shoved the dish away. “I’m not some weak child to be pitied.”

“Wha–? It’s not pity!”

“You think I’m weak.”

“I think you’re hungry!”

“You don’t know anything!”

Mikoto passed by, chuckling as they raised their voices. “Look at you two hotheaded kids. Do I need to break it up?”

“Go away!” they chorused.

“Alright, sheesh…” He kept walking, leaving the pair to stew in silence. 

Fuuta didn’t have it in him to fight today. He was tired. He ached all over. If she wasn’t going to appreciate his help, so be it. He was starting to get used to his good intentions being taken the wrong way. It looked like he was just the weak one, after all. He grabbed his empty plate and stood to leave.

“Fuuta.” Amane took a deep breath. “I am hungry.” She gestured for him to come back. Then she moved the meat from her plate onto his.

He eyed the offering, hoping his expression didn’t betray how desperately he wanted to scoff it down. “I’m not some asshole who’s gonna take your food.”

“You’re not taking it. I’m giving it. I would have thrown it out otherwise.” Amane picked up some of the vegetables. “In return, I will eat this. We both must stay strong for the ordeals ahead.”

After a moment of hesitation, Fuuta sat back down. He took a bite. Neither said a proper thank you. Neither needed one.

He glanced to Amane with a smirk. “Good. This way, we’ll both keep that geezer Shidou away.”

It was only for a moment, but for the first time since the second trial began, Fuuta could have sworn her lips slipped into a small smile. 

[tennessoui]

I was thinking abt the roadtrip au today and like we all agree Obi-Wan is a bit bitchy right.

Like he would be the snarkiest most infuriating backseat driver and Anakin would just have to take it bc he can’t snap back at his pregnant omega.

At a certain point they would both become intolerably snippy and pull over for a roadside bj to break the tension

Please obi-wan is the most bitchiest in that entire fic literally this is the guy who has figured out if he shows his bestie friend his stomach where the baby is, he’ll get his way no matter what he wants. He’s fully prepared and ready to bulldoze over anakin’s desires in favor of his own now that he has this secret weapon of patpatpat stomach

(There’s a scene I think where he wants something so he frames his tummy and anakin says no and obi-wan is confused and pats his tummy pointedly because did anakin miss that? why isn’t this working? This always works!?)

(There’s also a scene where obi-wan is mad at anakin so he doesn’t let him hold his hand and then when he gets his way he lets anakin hold his hand and anakin is like “so this is some sort of positive reinforcement?” And obi-wan is like I don’t know what you mean 🥰😘)

Bitchiest omega!! Anakin is a saint!!

[call-1-555-mystico]

just finished the shattered medallion!

i liked it way more than i thought i was gonna, honestly!!!

[thetransintransgenic]

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[rouge-the-bat]

just remembered i had a dream last night that botk/totk got a third installment and

zelda and link KISSED ON SCREEN !!!!

there was a moment where zelda did/said something that made link blush so hard his whole face turned red

groose now had a counterpart in this canon, and he was gay married (i dont think the character was a counterpart of anyone else, it was a new character iirc)

[thecommunityoftrustworthysinks]

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

People are like “bro I love TADC but it would suck to actually be in it. I’d hate forgetting my past and my name and everything”

Me, with a shitty enough life that I wouldn’t be opposed to losing my memories and life in the real world so I can reinvent my entire being in a fun circus world:

[dropoutfailure]

tipsy rn but thank you for helping me to feel more comfortable with my dadson fantasies. am also a trans guy and i think having a meaty hairy older man call me 'son' and 'kiddo' while balls deep in me would fix smth. i also fucking love your art and OCs and get so happy whenever you poast about them. ok luv u bye 🦍

thank you I luv u too!!!!! 🫶 you get it. like, agreed 💯 with all of it.

and omgg I rly wanna draw again. ok I'll stop overthinking and draw and maybe I'll post too. I'm fussing over Alex's design like... is he cute enough? with a buzz cut growing out + a mustache?? he's meant to be cute in like a cool young trans guy way. and I probably don't need to learn deeply about industrial fishing management hierarchy just because I want them to fuck on his dad's personal boat where they're alone together often

[gregmarriage]

“patty chose a life of celibacy.” marge, babe, patty is a lesbian.

[future-toned]

i forgot to post on here about brother p's passing, i talked a bit on twitter but it hit me again today when i scrolled by Hato on diva.. keeping his family and friends in my thoughts. I had to stop playing and watch the old PV 😢

[cringelock]

i saw dat post about how there’s no actual implicit understanding or sisterhood between women and like…i guess. i get that the point is to encourage trans women and not make them feel invalid if they feel like they can’t access that understanding but like…idk i feel like it does exist and that’s part of why trans women are my sisters? why do we have to take away the concept of an inherent bond between women in an attempt to be inclusive? it’s absolutely there and it has little to do with biology, as a lot of terves are the ones who can’t access it actually!! but there is something beautiful and special about being a woman in community with other women and it’s wonderful to see trans women discover that feeling. it’s not like spiritual or whatever but like it is there. i share it with other women every day. you know what actually to me it is kind of spiritual and magical even! sorry liberals !!!