#hand on the

[spaciebabie]

I feel like trying the fluster thing. Less of a fic and more like s-pov (spacie point of view) bullet points ^^ *So let's say you for what ever reason you are harboring Springtrap in your home.

*Maybe he's still a child killer, maybe he's not. You're not really sure. You just know that he was pathetic enough with his begging that you let him into your home.

*Trust isn't earned easily. You initially don't like having your back to him and he tries to lighten the mood by telling you stories about his business adventures.

*The two of you end up talking a lot as time goes on. You end up buying little puzzles and contraptions for him because you know he likes solving things and he makes your house look nicer for you; picking flowers, vacuuming, doing laundry.

*Minus the smell of mildew that's permeated your house since he's been there, the house hasn't looked so spotless. And the games you play with him makes laughter fill the home.

*One morning you're groggily making yourself breakfast after having a really shitty day at work, the previous day, and for the first time you feel fuzzy old arms wrap around your shoulders, and a weight hang against your back. You don't push him away.

*"You should rest some more. Go on. I can take care of this." You just nod as you feel hot breath against your neck and you slip out of his loose hold and go "relax" in the living room. You didn't relax because you were internally screaming about being flustered.

*Soon you were initiating little touches with him. Holding his hand during a sad part of a movie. Hugging him when you get home. Leaning your head against his shoulder when your tired but don't want to sit down yet.

*In turn he'd pull you in on the couch while you watched tv together. He'd brush your hair out of your face and behind your ear; staring at you a little too long before with drawing his hand from your face. Putting his hand on your knee as he listened to your work stories intently.

*Then one night, it was extremely stormy. It made the house creak and moan like the world was determined to pull it off its foundation. You both couldn't really sleep being too nervous by the storm. You don't know who offered or who asked, but the two of you snuggled together in your bed.

*Springtrap holding you close to his chest like he's holding the only thing that can comfort him. You holding him because it's nice to be wanted.

THE END ^^

oh my god

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[ashwantsafreepalestine]

To all my American friends, the time is now.

Please, execute a BOMBARDMENT. Call your representatives!

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[prettyboykatsuki]

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

[hattersarts]

Your mother will have justice, I swear it.

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[eagleeyethree]

[relina-ruj]

His arms and legs

[leloca]

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[phantom-shell]

Fiddleford found one of his old shirts

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[n0ahsferatu]

scooby-doo ass gang fr

[introvert-slushie]

Currently thinking about how much Ford tries to hide his hands a lot when he can…behind his back with this stance. Due to how often he’s been bullied for it.

And also, how Mabel is one of the ones who Ford feels happy about showing his hands to because she thought they were cool looking upon first shaking his hand, instead of him being judged for his six fingers.

[ID: Gravity Falls screenshots. The first three are of Ford with his hands crossed behind his back. The last two are of him shaking hands with Mabel, and letting her paint a turkey on his hand. He's smiling in both. End ID.]