#hhhhhhHHHHHH

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

just cried for an hour because everything is scaring me 👍

im having such an evilbad day im sort of treating myself like a scared shaking little bunny cupped in my hands as i gently stroke it and go "there there....matcha latte and pumpkin bread, okay ?" trying to calm it down

[l3ominor]

Evolution of RavioLi :3

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[cbin]

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[skimmeh]

Space au JIMMY!!!

yes him!!! Like almost half of main cast designs are done haha!!!

Grian's design

Scar's design

Tango's design

Joel's design

Scott's design

Etho's design

[whataboutnoope]

Saw an edit on the clock app in which Wymack called both Neil and Kevin his sons and I just want to say to whoever put that thought in my brain: you get yelled at and later a kiss for this one (i can't seem to find it rn, hope it'll get back on my fyp at some point.)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

am thinking dangerous dangerous thoughts of middle-aged milf duo sugusho coaxing you into their long-term relationship . and keeping u there

[lizzylucky]

[satoumafuyuss]

Day 5 - Kiss Kiss ❤️

[dhs-in-disguise]

Time to finally post the art I made for @callmefranordie‘s birthday

[mushr0oms-and-m0ss]

Legend: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Hyrule: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Legend: Absolutely not.

[rocketbirdie]

guy who is obsessed with zack but has never seen anything about last order HE JUST BUSTS IT WIDE THE FUCK OPEN? ANKLES IN TWO DIFFERENT AREA CODES? POPPING SEVERELY??????? IN HIS LAST MOMENTS NO LESS IM COPING IM COPING IM COPING

I KNOW RIGHT???? AAAAAHHHH this is exactly why i needed to gif him because there are too many zack lovers in this world who don't know how fucking badass last order zack is. he does NOT give a fuck. just visceral barehanded BRUTALITY

[freyadragonlord]

Been catching up to Lout of the Count's Family's novel ever since volume 1 of the official english translation came out.

Just reached the point where the manhwa stopped.

I can't believe they ended season 3 before THAT......

[teddybeartoji]

i started... genshin.................................

[kakavashazz]

I AM LITERALLY SO UNWELL AND HOYO KEEPS FEEDING ME

[loverboybrightsideghost]

having anxiety about Doing Things is like being in a bathtub with water dripping and it drips drop by drop and you forget why you’re there and you just sit there and eventually the water level is up to your shins and you’re like oh that’s a lot of water where did that come from. and it’s extremely easy theoretically to stick your hand in the water and pull the stopper and let the water to down the drain. but you won’t stick your hand in the water. and you don’t know why. you don’t want to get wet. you wouldn’t even be bothered by your hand getting wet. but you just don’t, for some reason.