#h/c? i guess?

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Isobel Thorm, icon, godsend, hero, absolute titan, determined to carry the hurt/comfort genre on her STR 12 shoulders. I adore her.

Of course, the catch is that she herself has also Been Through The Horrors but chooses not to acknowledge this in favour of adamantly insisting on being the caretaker (which she is obviously very good at, like... professionally, as a cleric and healer).

And even more than that, caretaker to a person who is a big nigh-unkillable (but very significantly not, as Isobel herself points out, unharmable!) radiant wall of muscle and holy fury so used to being a champion and protector herself, extremely keen to dismiss her own issues as a bit of "paladin's fatigue" and "flights of fancy" and who is on so many levels, some very fundamental to her being, tied into being A Sword.

I guess my point is... fic writer comrades-in-arms, this is what we call a goldmine.

[hogans-heroes]

Learning Curve

Chapter 2 (AO3)

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As time passed, Alex found he loved Buck like a boy loves a wounded animal found in the woods.

When he was a child he once found a fawn near his home, mangled and bleeding, whether wounded by man or beast or machine he didn’t know. Alex fell victim to its big eyes and whimpers and patched it up, gave it milk, made it a bed of blankets on the porch and watched it cling to life for a few days before it died.

Now the same childish fear curled in his chest whenever he spotted Buck’s lanky form around camp. Did no one see the brokenness in his eyes? The dazed pain he carried alone, bravely so as to stay a pillar to the men? His natural leadership put him in the small group with the senior POW officer and the Kommandant, going to meetings and getting the responsibility of overseeing several sections of the camp. His calm, collected manner of solving problems and caring for everyone was such a contrast to the way he curled up like a child next to Alex in the library, arms curled to his chest and head slumped on Alex’s shoulder.

“Buck,” he would always whisper, just to make sure he would wake up. “Gale.” Sometimes it took a few tries and a hand on the sharp shoulder, a few heart-stopping moments until he could drag those worn blue eyes open. Half the time Gale woke in confused fear and Alex held him until the quiet trembling stopped and Bucky came to look for him, shoving into the room with weak limbs and dead, desperate eyes.

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[loverboy-m]

Ocfication

Alien furro y Alien insecto

[misiahasahardname]

noah’s dumbass boyfriends

[chamerionwrites]

Saw somebody praising Andor for handling fictional torture well, and I’m sorry but no. No the fuck it didn’t!!!!!!!!

And this is not me dragging the show. I really like the show. Sadly, I even agree that it handles this subject better than most. Which in many ways actually makes me MORE disappointed and depressed, about the fact that 40-odd years ago the OT (which I also like, but lbr the political commentary is not much deeper than a puddle) gave us Leia lying through her teeth with her planet on the line and Han sweating and stumbling and saying “they didn’t even ask me any questions,” and yet today - on a show that is unapologetically on the side of a kid throwing a pipe bomb at the colonial cops - it’s too radical apparently to suggest that torture is really incredibly shit at eliciting useful intelligence, and people on the internet will give you a gold star for doing the bare fucking minimum because sadly it’s still better than what 99% of other narratives manage

[dailyperkele]

DAY 10 - Lunch

He understood "duel" instead of "date", the dissapointment is immeasurable.

[jeffreyfrancoeur]

do you want your heart broken while colin breaks penelope's by telling her about his literal and figurative scars? i wrote the fic for you!

Summary:

One night before bed, Penelope asks Colin how he got the scars on his back. A discussion of his physical and emotional scars follows. or: Colin Bridgerton telling his wife how he's felt disposable for his entire life.

Notes: This fic discusses in detail how Colin's father whipped him when he was a child, and briefly mentions physical abuse he experienced while at Eton. Please be aware before you go into this fic, as it may be a trigger!

Tags: POV Colin Bridgerton, Character Study, Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton, Penelope "My Husband" Featherington, Married Polin, Pillow Talk, but....emotional pillow talk, Canon Compliant, mention of other Bridgertons, Colin Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Discussion of physical abuse, Colin Bridgerton: How have I felt disposable from the beginning? Let me detail the ways

[cara-carabowditbowdit]

draw more of that locker freak thing. pretty please,,,,,,, (saddest eyes) (like really imagine this little thing asking for art)

WILL DO 🫡

here's some stuff ive done of them lately. just for u

(this is cellophane! btw!)

[feliciadraws]

does anyone else wanna eat the job stones or is it just me

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hero with Phoenix powers, die and comes back every time- and villain, someone who killed him once, now cares deeply for him and hates everytime he has to "clean up the mess" of hero when he comes back. (Taking care of him as he slowly heals)

U amazing, I feel scared to send a ask sometimes because I feel like I'm annoying so I hope I'm not annoying-

Undoubtedly, the worst part was the burnt skin. Regenerating took time and it was a messy process. But what the villain loathed the most was the burnt skin that healed and needed over a week to thread itself back into an acceptable state.

It was so bad, in fact, that the hero could only lie in bed in agony. Touching the bedsheets was painful and not even cold clothes could help them.

Talking was difficult for the hero, so the villain didn't force them. At first, it had been an uncomfortable silence but after the third death, the villain wasn't bothered by it anymore and the hero didn't seem to be either.

And now the villain was staring at the great hero, gasping for air as their back rose and fell with every breath being taken in. The skin on their back was red, partially burnt, partially open and no matter how much time the villain put into research, no treatment was helping.

"It's a natural process," the hero had said once. "No matter how many times you google 'burnt skin treatment,' it will never give you the result on how to fix me."

But that wasn't really what the villain wanted, now was it? They wanted to make it easier. The hero didn't need repairment. Not at all.

It was the first time that they were at the villain's place. Usually, they managed to get home in time but last week had been anything but pretty. It had been a violent death. Slow and bloody. A cut throat.

The villain didn't want to think about their limp body in their arms. They'd spent hours trying to wash the blood out of their and the hero's clothes.

"Do you need anything?" the villain asked quietly, too afraid to raise their voice. As if by doing that alone, they could hurt the hero's fragile body.

The hero didn't answer and the villain didn't hold it against them. Existing was probably too painful for them right now anyway and the villain already regretted that they had asked.

So, instead of bothering the hero any more, the villain decided to make lunch. Despite the state of their body, the hero had to eat something.

The villain turned around and took a second to collect themselves. However, when they finally felt ready to leave the hero to themselves, the hero moaned their name.

It sounded raw and forced and at first, the villain doubted that they had heard anything at all.

"What?" they asked gently, turning around.

And then, again, the hero mumbled their name, their actual name which had been given to them by their mother. They had never mentioned it, had never revealed it to the hero.

"Hey, relax," the villain said. They knelt beside their bed. "Don't..."

"My first death..." The hero turned around, made a grimace out of pain and finally faced the villain. They shared a gaze and the villain didn't quite know where to place themselves within the deep abyss of the hero's irises. "Car crash."

"You don't have to tell me this, please just rest," the villain said. Sometimes, the guilt would come back up. But the villain tried to make up for that with their actions, tried to help the hero as best as they could.

But really, how could you ever apologise for killing someone?

"A car crash," the hero said again. "I was alone. I died alone."

They took in a deep and painful breath.

"Being a hero...I..." The villain didn't know what they wanted to say. "It's hard..."

"I know, I know. Maybe you should take a break for a while. You need your rest and this isn't helping you. You need a vacation. You need time for yourself, even after you've healed."

"No, I...I was so alone. After a while I wanted..."

"Hey, relax, it's okay, you-"

"I wanted to kill myself," the hero confessed. And for the split of a second, the villain's world crumbled and fell into insane chaos. They forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think properly. They were there physically but not with their head and somehow they got extremely mad at the hero.

"What are you talking about?" They tried to clear their head but that was impossible.

"I...I couldn't die, so I...tried everything. I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I couldn't live like this, I couldn't be so ugly-"

"Oh god," the villain whispered and they were sure they were going to break down any second. "You dumb hero, are you out of your mind?!"

"I have you now," the hero whispered. "I want to get better, I swear."

"You're not leaving this house for a long time," the villain said. Their hands were shaking.

"Please," the hero said. "Don't be upset."

But how could the villain not be upset when they were the one falling for the hero?

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[bookshelfdreams]

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[biitchcakes]

9 15 movies that I could watch 500 times :

because it's hard to pick even just 15, here's my letterboxd.

tagged by : @hexsreality ( thank you, this was a fun challenge 💜 ) tagging : @revenantinflames @mastcrmarksman @silverjetsystm @webheadedhero @hubofhellfire @overclocks @gammaragee @gwenbiote @spybiote @raisedcold + you !

[lalalenii]

du bleibst by lalalenii ~2.1k | Gen | Bob & Justus hurt/comfort

Dünne Finger schlangen sich eng um Bobs Hals und er wusste, dass das das Ende war.

[muse-stellium]

They say do what makes you happy. Being on my odd mystical soapbox makes me happy. hi c; Please gimme the spotlight, on this Nina of birthdays I want to shine it on something else I noticed in her chart for a second.

♇ / ⯓ Pluto, planet of transformation, power, death, destruction and other neat things. It's house placement usually shows where in life we may feel empowered and go through intense transformation. Here, it's in Nina's 2nd house, the house of money, financial gains, values and priorities. This is then amplified by it residing in Libra, which is ruled by the planet of money. – But also: please note Kaz's ruling planet Pluto, conveniently placed in the same number house as the game he royally screwed her over ; In the game number where she arguably underwent the most intense transformation of her life yet. 🙃

♅ Uranus, planet of chaos, rebellion and everything unconventional (again among other neat things) in her 3rd house, the house of siblings, communication and travel. Not only is Uranus also one of the ruling planets over her sun sign Aquarius and squaring her Sun in her chart, so this placement has extra sway over her overall identity, but again we see it like Pluto conveniently placed in the same numbered game things between her and Anna arguably reached the point of possible no return. — Bonus points to Uranus also being known as the "Great Awakener" in astrology due to it's tendency to give intense wake up calls & midlife crises, especially when it reaches opposition w it's og placement in ones chart oh you know... specifically around the age of 40 & 43 🙃

♆ And then we have lovely prior discussed Neptune, the planet that tends to disillusion one towards, ignore and outright try to escape the responsibilities of the themes of the house it's in. In Nina's 4th. .....Just uh... the house of home, emotions, the past, family, and in modern astrology specifically the mother and motherhood. - Neptune is also known for it's square to it's og placement in ones chart that also occurs around the ages of 40 - 43, which furthers the themes of confusion and escapism for about 2 years. — And gee I just can't recall what happened to her in Tekken 4 again like?? What did she start running from again? What's she still running from to this day? I just. Can't. Recall. 🙃🙃🙃

☊ And finally, as you can see, we also find her North Node placed in the 4th. North Node in astrology symbolizes the area in life we need to grow, it's house is something unfamiliar, unknown and therefore usually uncomfortable. While it's opposing South Node's house is what we've all but mastered ourselves in during our early lives, what we can't be anymore familiar with. — All in all w/o this getting too long, - which it already probably is lol - it's a very very interesting topic that I'll be saving in my pocket for another day c;

peace. ✌️

[offonaherosjourney]

Reading old sci fi books is such a wild ride because it’s like "we figured FTL travel but not that women are people"