#give me a shoulder to cry on

[curiouschild]

Sometimes I think of Marjorie and just.. have to sit in it

[n4rval]

HI I love your profile pic hsdhfjhg... big hand... liddle face... very good and cute. brings a smile to me in these trying times ;w;

(picture for future reference on this post)

hi freak i missed you!! 👋🎊

the trying times are sure A Trial. this is why i have commited to the duty of becoming the gaster girl from tumblr who only ever draws and writes for this one character

[leadandblood]

lineart canceled i can't draw a fucking shoulder

here's the sketch. whatever. im going to sleep

[rawliverandgoronspice]

behold: my least favorite string of words in the entirety of Tears of the Kingdom.

[seagull-scribbles]

If I don’t survive the night,

If I make it to the morning-

[softquietsteadylove]

oh nooooo you've done it again and now heracles au is my new favorite au (what a shame!!!!). seriously that was PRECIOUS and i'd love to see more, maybe he gets himself into trouble and gil and thena have to get him out of it?? cue worry wart gil and thena being annoyed that she was worried sick about him too

"Have you seen the boy?"

Phastos barely looked up from his current project. "The boy--come on, T, you gotta be more specific."

But Sersi had no coyness, looking away from their irrigation plans with a worried expression, "Heracles? No, I haven't-"

Thena continued, becoming increasingly more off put with every person she had to ask. First the young pup won't leave her be and now he's nowhere to be found?

But Gilgamesh was worried. He had been expecting young Heracles to show up at the bake house to sample some pastries, if not get some bread ends for himself. But when the child hadn't shown up, of course sweet hearted Gil became anxious.

She had found him already out searching for the child. That was the only reason she was joining in the effort. If anything, she was increasingly incensed that he would put Gilgamesh through such torment.

Thena walked swiftly, even leaning forward in her stride, walking like a hunter. People not even remotely close to her stepped aside, not wanting to incur any wrath from the Goddess of War. She looked at the edges of the streets, trying to spot any small head of blonde barely a metre off the ground.

"You!"

The guards startled but turned and stood at attention. Their eyes did exchange a look of terror or two.

She walked straight to them, palms already sparkling. "Where is the boy?"

They looked between themselves. Their captain - still without a replacement for the helmet she had defaced last they met - stuttered, "uh, a-a boy, Goddess?"

She gripped the edge of his armour, lifting him off the ground. "The boy--the orphan whose only possession you broke! When did you last see him?!"

Any crowd that was gathered to see the goddess Athena walking the streets was turning and running by now. She shook the man the way she would rattle a jar stubborn to give up the last of its sweets.

"W-W have not seen him, Goddess, we swear upon-"

"Upon what--me?" she snarled at them. She dropped the man to the ground. "If you do see him you will report to me immediately. If I find him first, you will swear upon your own lives not to cause me such bother again!"

The guards scurried off. Perhaps they would take heed and give her a wider berth from now on (she could only hope as much).

"Heracles!" she resorted to shouting his name as she walked. This was the reason she referred to him as a stray. He was loyal, gentle in nature, and - usually - he came running when called.

Poor Gilgamesh would be worried sick.

"You haven't found him either?"

The two streets joined in a point. She frowned at the look on Gil's face, twisted in worry. He was walking around with a pastry in hand, as if to lure the boy out of hiding with it. She shook her head.

Gilgamesh sighed heavily, walking with her as they headed in the same direction. "I know he's probably fine. But you know how that kid likes to get into trouble.

"Indeed," she grumbled. She did know just how much the boy liked to seek out mischief under the guise of being brave. But her anger had to compete with the occupation of her mind Gilgamesh commanded. She took his free hand in hers, "we will find him."

He smiled at her at least, pulling the hand up to his lips.

"Let me go!"

Thena took off like a shot. Gilgamesh wasn't far behind her but she leapt through the streets, propelling herself the way a goddess should. "Heracles!"

"Lemme go!" the small voice repeated, little legs kicking in the air. "I said lemme go or the Champion is gonna show you!"

The shop owner was unmoved, holding Heracles by the back of his tunic like a stray kitten. "Ooh, the great Champion is gonna come save you?"

She would scold him for using Gilgamesh as an excuse for his mischief later. She slid on the cobblestones and stormed over to the man. "Unhand him!"

"Goddess Athena!" the man startled, letting go of the boy.

Heracles landed on his back but recovered quickly, scurrying behind her legs. "He said he was gonna throw me in the fire!"

"That's not true," the baker drawled, but Thena was unmoved. He sighed, "I caught him rooting around in my barrels out back. The young can't just take whatever they want because they're parentless."

If they were barrels containing his waste and day old breads then what did it matter if a child looted them for food? But Thena just glared at him. She had half a mind to string him up like the guards.

Gilgamesh put his hand on her shoulder though. "Sorry for the confusion."

"Champion," the gruff old man nodded to them before turning to return to his work.

"Lay a hand on the child again and I'll slice the building in half like the ends of your bread!"

"Thena," Gil scolded her, waving the alarmed man inside. "She didn't mean that!"

"You cannot speak for me," she grumbled as he nudged her shoulders around and in the opposite direction. If the baker refrained from handling her orphan like a mutt again, then he had no reason to fear.

"And you," Gilgamesh kneeled down to the boy playing with the bottom of his tunic. "I was worried, y'know. Where were you?"

The boy became shy in the face of explaining himself. But Gilgamesh stood in the way of the comfort of hiding behind the dress of the Goddess of War. "The others said you only let me into the great hall because I'm always hungry."

So, if he came already fed, he could prove that his company was welcome and not just out of charity or pity.

Thena also leaned down to better see the child's perspective. "That is why you went rooting for scraps? To prove our company is genuine?"

His cheeks went ruddy and tears collected in his wide green eyes. "I'm sorry, Thena."

She sighed; how anyone had the heart to be mad at such a small and fragile life was beyond her. She was trying with all her thousands of years and she simply did not have the mettle for it.

Gilgamesh moved aside as she stretched her arms out. Heracles, being used to it with his small body, reached out to be picked up automatically. Gil chuckled.

"What?" she eyed him around Heracles' face nuzzling into her shoulder. She was always letting this child get his tears and snot all over her white linens.

"You're a natural at that," he nodded, indicating the way she cradled Heracles' small body against hers, letting the boy sob into her shoulder.

"I disagree," she rolled her eyes, which was quite a strong declaration from her in regards to Gilgamesh.

He just smiled though, pulling her - and by extension, Heracles - close and folding himself around her. His arms closed around her waist, under hers holding the young one. "Come on, you two, let's get some real food."

Heracles only cried harder. Children were such baffling creatures. But Thena rubbed his small back, letting him let it all out.

Gil pressed his lips to her temple. "You were really worried about him, huh?"

She sighed as his lips helped release at least a little of the tension that had built up within her. "No, I was concerned that you were worried over a boy who enjoys trouble too much."

Heracles nuzzled her shoulder, burying himself away in her toga strap.

She rubbed and patted his back some more. "I know that a brave, young champion doesn't worry those around him for selfish reasons."

The boy understood her scolding, nodding with his head still determined to push its way into her shoulder bone. But his small body gave off great warmth, and she found herself leaning her cheek against his mess of blonde hair. "Then let us be home. Gilgamesh was making quite a feast before he discovered you were missing."

"I'm sorry."

On some whim of the moment, she turned her head, pressing her lips to the child's hair. "Do not repeat this."

"I won't."

"And don't eat from people's spares," she ordered. But the boy rested his head on her, his forehead pressing to her cheek. She adjusted him on her hip, "come to us. I will not have you living on scraps."

She felt Gilgamesh give her far shoulder a gentle squeeze, "softie."

She did not think this made her soft. If Heracles was indeed intent on becoming a champion of Athens one day then he needed proper food, not just some old, burnt bread from the gutter.

And if anyone thought she would tolerate him being fed a stray's reject's then they would be meeting the full wrath of the Goddess of War. He was a stray, but he was a ward of the gods, as far as she was concerned. He was an orphan, but he was their orphan.

[flying-cat]

Anyway on another note I cannot explain to you just how Severely disappointed I will be if bnha ends with a confession ending. I hate confession endings outside of romance manga 😀

+big ass rant in the tags

[robinyourcreator]

mentors! teachers! librarians! old ladies you see at the grocery or the knitting shop once in a while! middle aged men who are regulars at the same hardware store! the teenagers who come to the local game shops board game events and THEIR little siblings!

do you believe you dont share common humanity with any of these people?????

or do you have bizarre ideas gatekeeping the "sanctity" of friendship limiting it to only people you could have gone to high school with???

"what do a 19 and a 28 year old even have in common"

WE ARE ON THIS BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUE EARTH AT THE SAME TIME, ENJOYING THE GLORIOUS EXPERIMENT THAT IS HUMANITY, GOOD SIR!!!!!

this isnt even about dating-- like fuck no you couldnt PAY me to date someone in their early twenties NOW!!! but this is how we're being about FRIENDSHIP??????

[gophergal]

Watched Defenders of the Realm with @cursed--alien today and realized that they gave Sub-Zero hips that do not lie. And the way they draw his costume makes his pants look like thigh high boots. So behold, The Thiccckening

[darabeatha]

ㅤㅤoddly specific Ody icons I have

[merildae]

A hug would fix so many of my problems rn

[astridthevalkyrie]

everything you see ab being the oldest daughter is true btw why am i the family therapist AND punching bag smh

long ass depressing rant in the tags srry i got a wee bit emotional

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #20: EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault.")

Notes: Well, I know October ended up like... A few days ago, but I had this one half-written and needed to get it out.

Settled in tl0, around their 6th year of elementary school (so before the katana incident). It's just pure pain and bajiharu friendship being precious and everything as usual.

I have one last prompt to post that it's already written by I deemed it should be the last one, so stay tuned because probably it would happen tomorrow!

Warnings: Pure emotional angst (yeah, checks) and grieving together. Oh, it hurts until the end bc we know what is coming, but they have some comfort along the way, yuhuuu!

“...It was freaking amazing, we definitely need to go to the new ice-cream parlor together once you’re out of here.”

This had been their new normal for the past three years, visiting Mikey together and explaining everything that was happening in their lives — making sure their friend was still a part of it, that he had a place to come back. Lately, only Haruchiyo kept rambling to him while Baji stayed in silence with a weird expression.

“Stop it.”

“What the hell? Why are you angry this time?” 

Deep down, Haruchiyo knew the serious tone in his friend’s voice wasn’t exactly anger — no, it was something far worse, something he refused to acknowledge. The profound sigh he got as an answer only made him more anxious, and the fact Baji seemed to be choosing his next words? Thousand times worse.

No, his childhood friend had never been the type to think before talking — or acting — something was clearly wrong, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“You need to let him go, Haru.”

If this had been anyone else, Haruchiyo would have tried to rip their tongue and make them swallow along with the words that should’ve never been said — or maybe he would’ve thrown everything he could at them, like he did when Takeomi dared to imply he spent too much time inside this hospital. 

But it was Baji, the only one who understood his pain — or the one who used to understand at least — so, instead, he clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. 

“Is this the type of bullshit your new therapist tells you?” He spat his words, filled with all the venom he could muster. It was unfair and Haruchiyo knew it, his friend had never made any mean comment about the pills he needed to take to be able to sleep — to be able to breathe.

“Fuck off, I swear in moments like these I miss the times when you were unable to talk back.”

The dry bark only added to his anger. Until he understood the words. Haruchiyo deflated and started to fidget with his sleeve, a welcomed distraction from the sudden wave of sadness.

“I miss those times too, every fucking day.” He couldn’t look at Baji’s face for his next words, afraid of the possible confirmation he could find there. “You don’t have to keep coming if that’s what this is about, alright?”

“Like hell I’d leave you alone, idiot.”

“You won’t?”

Whatever Baji heard in his whisper — vulnerability sneaking into his voice — made him stand up and sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair. Haruchiyo huffed, but couldn’t help leaning onto the affectionate touch, relieved to discover he was the same annoying idiot as always.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence felt less charged now — or maybe it was him, who could breathe better now that he knew Baji wouldn’t abandon him too. For a moment, Haruchiyo was starting to forget why they even fought, until his friend spoke again.

“I can’t stop thinking…” Bad sign again, even if this time his voice was softer, sadness mixed with the obvious concern. “...if I was him, I couldn’t part knowing you and Mikey still need me here.”

“Good, you shouldn’t.” 

That was the wrong answer, judging by the way Baji’s body tensed up next to him. Honestly, what was he expecting? Haruchiyo hated this topic and its implications. Why were they talking about this? Mikey was here with them — alive. 

“What if he’s suffering? What if…?” 

The way Baji’s voice cracked, broke something inside of him. Without thinking, he searched for his friend’s hand, squeezing it as much as he could — maybe this way they could pretend both of their tears were due to physical pain. 

“The doctors said he wasn’t in pain.” 

It didn’t sound convincing, at all. All those doctors and nurses said a lot of bullshit that already proved to be wrong, but what else could he say? He hated how much sense Baji’s words had, he hated it, he hated it! 

Because he was too selfish to put Mikey’s well-being first, wasn’t he? A sob rocketed his body, startling both of them and earning another strong squeeze in return.

“I don’t want him to go, Kei… I can’t, I can’t do that, I’m not strong like you or Mikey, I don’t… I can’t.”

It was his fault, wasn’t it? That Mikey still had to worry about them. Haruchiyo was too weak to be left alone, unable to be the one taking care of his friends, protecting them.

“Me neither.” The whisper was so low, that he almost missed it between his own whimpers. “But if he…” He could tell why Baji paused, the word none of them wanted to say out loud. “If he leaves, we’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Shut up.” Another squeeze. “We’re going to stick together, so of course we’ll be alright, dumbass.”

This time, he could tell Baji wasn’t talking only to him — it was too damn obvious in the intense glance he sent towards Mikey. Haruchiyo could only nod in silence, before hiding his face on the other boy’s shoulder, hiding like the coward he was. 

Who knew, maybe Baji was right and as long as they were together, everything would be fine in the end. At least they had each other, right?

(I hurt myself while writing it too, I swear it)

[everdreamtree]

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[stormyoceans]

PAUSED AND REPLAYED THESE 4 SECONDS APPROXIMATELY 23 SEPARATED TIMES THEY'RE ALREADY GIVING US EVERYTHING IN THE INTRO ALONE