#hurt/cmfort

[honeybeeglory]

✨️Papa Hug Headcanons✨️

I don't have a fancy layout or anything, I just like writing how I think the Papas would hug a fan if they were asked.

Enjoy~!

Primo:

Hugs in a very "come hither my child" way, opens his old arms and draws you in. One hand cradles your head, the other lays over your back, and his hold is nowhere near even the thought of being tight, but it is secure. He keeps you close and his hand gently encourages you to rest your head on his chest. His hold is almost like, biblical, those gentle floating arms you see in paintings of Jesus. He smells faintly of dust, old books, and a faint hint of cologne that's warm and deep.

Secondo:

He doesn't welcome you with arms out. Rather, he welcomes you with his arms forward, palms up. You take his hands, and he pulls you forward, guiding your hands to wrap around his shoulders. His arms wrap around you, under your arms. One hand rests on the back of your shoulder, the other wrapped around and resting on your waist. Maybe it drifts a tad bit lower because, of course, it does. His hugs are tight, not suffocating, but firm. He rests his head on your shoulder, face tilted toward your neck. His fingers are not together, but they're splayed over your back, as if trying to cover as much ground as possible. He smells like expensive cologne, tobacco, and whiskey.

Terzo:

Also in a very "come hither my child" way, but not with the same flavor. He'll extend a hand to you, beckoning you closer to him, maybe even waving you closer with a finger. His hugs are respectful, he draws you into his arms, letting you get comfortable how you wish, and once you're situated his hands find their place. He cradles specifically the back of your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth over the nape of your neck. His other hand rests on your shoulder blade, near the top of your back, but not quite at your shoulder. He might rock side to side while you two hug. His hugs feel almost disconnected. They're firm, you can't easily pull back, but they're lacking emotion. This is something he does as Papa, bringing comfort to his followers. This wasn't something he had emotional ties to. He smells like cigarettes with a strong cologne covering it.

Copia:

His arms are out to you, almost like diagonal lines with his palms up. It's as if he's presenting you. He lets you make the first move, getting comfortable in his arms as he wraps his arms around you. He hugs similar to Secondo, one hand at the back of your shoulder, the other resting around your waist, but instead of feeling, he's *holding.* His hugs are tight, almost too tight at times, (if you tell him, he'll go to hugging you far too loose in fear of hurting you), and he's genuinely so thrilled to give you that hug, to cmfort you. The only time he stops holding is when his hand moves to rub gentle circles on your back. Before you part, he gives one last squeeze, then pats your back as you pull away. He'll tilt his head and smile at you and ask if you're feeling better because he needs to know if he finally did something right. He smells like vanilla and spices, warm, captivating, and comforting.

[focailmarbh]

#7 paranoia for the prompt list?

Paranoia -  a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically elaborated into an organized system.

cw: panic attacks, paranoid thinking, minor injury

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“J-just calm down man, it’s just m-me..!” Chase stutters, staring fearfully at the scissors in Henrik’s shaking hand. 

Henrik is backed into the corner, his chest heaving, weighted blanket and stim tools he had been using scattered on the floor. In his eyes there’s a fear like that of prey animals as he clutches tightly to the scissors. 

Chase holds his arms out in a nonthreatening stance, ignoring the small bleeding scratch on his forearm. “I-it’s just me, bro. Just Chase.” 

Henrik heaves and curls in on himself more. “Just wearing his face, here to hurt me again, are not you?” 

“No, not here to hurt you.” Chase steps forward cautiously. Henrik stiffens but does not shrink anymore. His eyes are glazed now. 

“Nein, nein...” he mumbles to himself. “Chase is not here. Just Anti to hurt again. Chase is not here...” He suddenly jerks his head up, eyes foggy, barely seeming to see his old friend. He wields the scissors again, a fresh wave of paranoia surging through him as tears spill down his face. 

“Nur ein Körper, nur ein Körper...” he repeats a mantra at himself, curling into a small, frail ball. “You are here to hurt me!”

Chase stands uncertainly, observing his friend’s breakdown without a clue what to do. Henrik has only been back for a month, and the red, raised scars and malnutrition are all too apparent. Chase chews his finger, wishing Jackie was here.

Chase sighs, tries to speak but stutters himself into silence. Henrik has closed his eyes now, breathing thin and shallow. “Hey...” says Chase, very small, very soft. “Do you want your blanket Sheepy?” Henrik’s eyes peel open, and finally there is the smallest spark of recognition in them. He nods, his breaths slowing, evening out as the paranoid episode passes. 

Chase grabs the heavy blanket off the floor, carries it over, just slow, just soft, and drapes it on his friend’s shoulders. “There you go, bud.” Chase soothes. And Henrik does not stab him, does not scream or claw or stare hollowly. He reaches for Chase, and Chase softly, happily crashes into his friend’s cold arms, gentle and careful. They lay together, breathe together.

“I was afraid. He wore your face often.” 

“Damn,,, Was that traumatic?”

“Add it to my list.” Henrik mimes checking something off on a clipboard.

They both laugh, a awkward, warm sound. 

“I missed you, man.”

“I missed you more.”

[kabhi-haath-pakad-k-tu-mera]

Familiar

A Raazi Fanfiction

Samar was Iqbal's splitting image. Sehmat couldn't help feeling overwhelmed any more than she could help a painful trip down the memory lane.

He had been Iqbal’s spitting image since the day he was born. His every feature matched that of his father, and as Sehmat held him, she could not help but feel overwhelmed. 

The infant’s wide eyes were strikingly like Iqbal’s, looking at her in wonder, his little hands reaching for her—giving her a familiar sense of calm while also making her heart give a painful throb. It had not sunk in completely, not yet—She was his mother, Iqbal his father. She wondered for a second how he’d have felt if he had known.

 The little one was still looking at her, still trying to reach for her, and then, the most random thought crossed her mind. When had she last met Iqbal’s eyes? And then, For the first time since the last seven months, her mind went to the one moment she had locked away in the back of her mind. She exhaled sharply, averting her gaze from her son’s deep brown eyes. 

She did not want to think about it. Not now, not ever. It would haunt her for the rest of her life, how these familiar pools of brown had searched her own, how his eyes had exhibited the betrayal he had so clearly felt. She didn’t know how she would ever be able to look into her son’s eyes without seeing Iqbal, his accusing gaze upon her, asking her, “Was any of it true, Sehmat?"

[thisissirius]

Can I have Eddie with a migraine?

yes anon! i wrote this in messenger to @capseycartwright and there’s not better validation :P

(everyone i know) goes away in the end [ao3 link] eddie/buck, migraine, hurt/cmfort

Eddie wakes up and immediately wants to go back to sleep. 

There’s a familiar pressure behind his right eye, but when he looks at the clock, he knows he’s gotta move. Chris will be getting up and he’s due at work.

Groaning into his pillow, Eddie takes a few deep breaths and then sits up, feeling a rush of nausea as he does. Great. Work is gonna be a bitch

Getting Chris to school is an exercise in frustration and the third time Chris screams something and Eddie winces, Eddie gives up. He retreats to his bedroom and fumbles with his phone. He doesn't need to scroll through his contacts, just hits speed dial. 

 "Morning," Buck says, sounding way too chipper. "Want me to drop off coffee before your shift?" 

Eddie can't think of anything he wants less. Maybe the migraine. "Can you come over?" 

Immediately, something in Buck's voice changes. "You alright?" 

"Migraine," Eddie bites out. "Chris isn't listening and I need to get him to school, but I can't--” 

"I'll be right there," Buck says without hesitation and Eddie doesn't know why, but that thought makes him want to cry.

Eddie checks out a little bit, which he knows he shouldn't with Chris in the house, but it's so hard to focus. He can hear Chris in his room, muttering to himself, so at least he's not completely abandoning his son. The door opens then closes and Eddie pushes himself up off the bed, wincing as he does so. Buck's in the hallway, gives Eddie a quick once-over, and then peers into Chris' room. "Bucky!" 

Buck raises an eyebrow. "I hear you're giving your dad a hard time." 

Chris drops his head, and Eddie hates this for him. 

"Eddie," Buck says gently, hand on his arm. "Go back to bed." 

"Work," Eddie starts. 

"I don't think so," Buck says, in a tone Eddie knows better than to argue with, but he can't not work. "Eddie." 

Eddie groans, massaging his temples. "I can't not work." 

"You can," Buck says gently, running a hand through Eddie's hair. Eddie groans softly, the touch soft but a good focus to distract from the pain. “I'll call Bobby. Bed, now." 

Sighing, Eddie does, retreating into the bedroom. As he turns, he hears Chris ask if he's okay, but shuts his eyes, hands over his ears, as if that's gonna shut out all the noise.

Time gets away from him and Eddie manages to nap for a while. His head is still hammering and he knows he needs to get medication, but the idea of standing up makes him feel sick. There's a soft knock on the door, and then a hand is back in his hair, stroking softly. "You wanna sit up for me?" 

"No," Eddie mumbles, but he groans, shifts on the bed until his feet hit the floor. Buck's holding a glass of water in one hand, and there's capsules on the cabinet. 

"Take these," Buck says. 

"Gotta drive," Eddie starts, scowling at Buck's snort. "What?" 

Buck hands over the glass, waits until Eddie downs the pills, and takes it back, resting it on the cabinet. "Eddie," he says. "You honestly wanna drive like this?" 

"No," Eddie admits slowly. He rubs at his face, head fuzzy and the pain a steady reminder he absolutely does not want to get into his truck. "Chris needs-" 

Buck crouches, hands on Eddie's knees. Eddie stares at him and just feels exhausted. "I don't like to ask, it feels like an imposition." 

"Nothing for you is ever an imposition," Buck promises. He leans up, kissing Eddie's forehead. "Nap a little longer. I'll be back once I've taken Chris to school." 

Eddie frowns. "It's your day off. You don't have to come back. I'll be sleeping most of the day." 

Buck rolls his eyes, as if Eddie's being a dumb. Maybe he is. Everything is too much and he whines in the back of his throat. Immediately, Buck's pushing himself to his feet, hands on Eddie's face. They're cool, thanks to the glass of water, and Eddie lets out another noise, never wants Buck to move his hands. 

“I won't be long," Buck says quietly. "I'll be right back." 

Eddie sighs, lets Buck manhandle him back into bed, then walk away. Eddie is left with the dull thump of his head, an aura that he can still see behind his eyelids. Footsteps again, then something cool and damp is being pressed to his forehead. 

"Oh," Eddie breathes, sinks into the pillow. "S'good." 

Buck's laugh is soft, and another kiss is brushed against the top of Eddie's hair. "I'll be back."

The next time Eddie’s aware of what’s happening, he feels warm. He’s under the covers, washcloth freshly damp and a hand stroking softly through his hair. Buck’s back then, and Eddie can feel the steady rise and fall of Buck’s chest beneath his cheek. The pain is still there, but it’s dull and the auras definitely gone. “Time is it?” 

“Noon,” Buck answers quietly. “How are you feeling?” 

Comfortable. He doesn’t wanna move. 

Buck laughs, scratches at Eddie’s scalp and oh, that’s actually really good. “You don’t have to. I brought food in case you’re hungry and it’s on the cabinet.” 

Eddie opens one eye slowly. There’s no light; the curtains are closed and a blanket shoved against the sill so that none can get in. Eddie’s chest hurts; he feels cared for, tended to, and he can’t remember the last time he’s had it. He’s always tried his best to be that for Chris and Shannon (most of the time he failed) but nobody’s ever done it for him. “Buck.” 

Buck clearly hears something in Eddie’s voice because he shifts gently, cradling Eddie’s head so he doesn’t jostle him, and then he’s lying down on his side, so that Eddie can see him. “What are you thinking, Eddie?”

“Nobody,” Eddie starts, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. He doubts he could get this out if he wasn’t in pain. Buck’s fingers are soft on his neck, curled around his wrist, and Eddie feels tension bleed out of him and it gives him courage to talk. “I don’t get taken care of.” 

“I know,” Buck whispers, rubbing at Eddie’s neck with his thumb. “I see you, Eddie. I just want to make sure you know you have someone. Abuela, Carla, and your aunt I know. But me too.” 

Eddie’s eyes burn. “Thank you, Buck.” 

Buck leans in, and this time the kiss is to Eddie’s lips. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Eddie. It’s easy.” 

“If that’s true,” Eddie starts, the words spilling from him, “why didn’t anyone else do it?”

It’s not fair because Shannon did love him, he knows that. But she didn’t love him enough. His parents don’t love him enough. Eddie’s tired and he just needs someone to stay.

“Eddie,” Buck says, fingers smoothing over Eddie’s cheek, into his hair. “You alright to move?” 

Eddie nods, discards the wash cloth because he wants to feel Buck skin to skin and moves closer, curls into Buck. Buck wraps around him, kissing the top of his head, and back to running his hand through Eddie’s hair. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Buck says. “I’m here.” 

It sounds like a promise. Eddie closes his eyes. “It’s just a migraine.” 

It startles a laugh from Buck, which is what Eddie wants. He rests a hand on Buck’s hip, strokes his thumb over pale skin. 

“Shannon loved you,” Buck says. “I have no doubt about that. Maybe not enough to stay,” Buck continues, and Eddie’s grateful. He’s not surprised Buck knows him so well. “But she loved you. I love you.”

Eddie trembles, feels it run through his body. He wants to blame the migraine, grits his teeth against the shame, and let’s Buck hold him. 

“I love you,” Buck repeats. He’s holding tight, grounding Eddie. “I’ll spend my life proving it over and over.” 

“I love you too,” Eddie whispers. Admitting it lifts a weight. They lie that way for a while, time sliding past as Buck whispers words into the air between them and Eddie sinks into Buck’s hold, the sentiment behind his words. Eddie’s almost dozing again, but he kisses Buck’s neck. “A lifetime huh?” 

Buck shifts, tilts Eddie’s chin up. Eddie stares at him, sees the truth in his face, his eyes. “If that’s what you want.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, fingers running over Buck’s cheek, his jaw. He keeps his hand there, dips in for a kiss. “Forever sounds better.” 

Buck’s smile is wide and Eddie can almost be grateful for his migraine when he says, “forever it is.”

[beelspillowpet]

Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to be ominous on anon

I think I’ve been in shock/ sensory overload all day- I keep bursting in to tears out of nowhere and I just

I don’t know how to describe it- I’ve never been crazy active on Tumblr so most of the hurtful ones, including the lesbian one I never saw until now

Being an ex personal friend of Chey it just. Really hurts to see her write that stuff

I already don’t keep a lot of friends so the fact I’ve lost another one is just like 🧎🏻‍♀️🗿

How did I let that kind of stuff slip past my radar? I just. Idk right now. Everything’s too much

OOOH LOOOOOOOOVE ITS OKAYYYYYY SANFGDGDJGNDFKGNDK LET ME HUG YOU IM SORRY IF I SEEMED AGGRESSIVE OR ANYTHING AAAAAAAAA

I think we could all just use a cmforting chat with friends to relax. today has been,,,, a LOT. Just know that its not your fault. its mostly on chey herself for this behavior, but you are not to blame for her shitty actions. its okay, we’ll be okay. if you need to be away from this, no one will hate you for it. this is upsetting shit for all of us.

[coconut-cluster]

mmmmm roman anst go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hurt//cmfort headcanons are jam and sadly happy mchene ge brrrrrrrrrrrr -Vibe

precisely

[paipayaseeds]

“ikr smh boy doesnt know his boundaries”

we’ll learn in the next part that fumiko doesn’t either

speaking of which, if the last part i sent has a lot of mistakes or is just hard to read it’s bc last night i was just completely out of it i needed to sleep so bad but hurt comfort myfavorite ;-; couldn’t help myself

i promptly passed out after sending it in /hj

LMFAO DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT AAHAAAAAAAAA AIM STILL FLIPPITY FLOPPING ALL OVER THE ROOM FROM THE REPSONE HNGNNHGHBUGASADNASDYFGDS SKJK ALSO SAME OMG HURT CMFORT SDHSKJ ALSO SORRY IF MY RESPONSE IS LACKING IS SOME PARTS I FEEL LIKE I MISSED ADDRESSING A TON OF THINGS AND AAAAA AA I HOPE ITS OKAY 

[carnival-core]

Man I get the annoyance about literary analysis and stuff , but maybe bc I like . Am homeschooled and have always been homeschooled , and having to analyze books I hate at the order of teachers I tolerated ontop of god knows how many hours of other pieces of homework was not something I had to do, and thus never developed a kneejerk hatred of 'the curtains were blue, because--' type analysis-es but . God I love them

I love symbolism for things being other things, I love chekov's gun, mentioning the curtains and their color so many times because they mean something. I love how (and sorry for this example, it is just a very well knwn one) when Disney puts a character in gloves, it means they have something to hide. I love how people see the whimsical and deep and important in the small -- how people can fit generations of hurt, or of happiness -- stories of grief or cmfort or beginnings or ends - in things as small and simple as blue curtains, or teacups, or -- anything. I don't do literary analysis much, because I was not academically trained to do literally analysis the Intellectual way . And this site can sniff "anti-intellectualism" out like a hound searching for blood So even if I don't want to be made fun of for being dumb as a brick I do wanna say I like . God I love symbolism and metaphors

[jennylyckholm-blog]

USABILITY

Usability

ISO definition of ‘User-friendliness of products’.

It has two meaningful outcomes into fulfilling ex a task in a program, opening a new file or failure to opening a new file. But with workrelated products, the usability aspects that aremost important are effectiveness and efficency, and with leisure products the satisfactin is more of a priority.

Satisfaction means the level of cmfort the user feels when using a product, in how they will achieve their goalswhile using the product.

Designing for usability means to design for those who will use that product, the target audience, not nessesarilly think that a product will work for everyone.

One thing from the text that I feel is important to think about is the cultural background, it is very different in each culture, the examples comparing Europe and USA, with switches that are turned up and down for different meaning ans colors of letter on emergency exit signs.

Age and Gender has to be taken into account, suh as for our product we had interviewd people between 23-39

And the users that was a little older didn’t have the same views of importance of the product at ll as the younger users had.

The users usability and performance of a prouct will improve over time when the user has been repeating the task enough times. Larnability is key.

As a personal experience from usability of a product, I am feeling frustration sometimes when at first trying to use a product, or inmy case a new program taht for me made no sense how the software was structured and planned out, the Annoyance is important to test out for the usability of the products, otherwise the product will defeat their intended purpose and this will effect the product sales.

Another good example of user usability was the safety of the user itself and others, when ex a in-car stereo system, if the stereo is difficult to use or manouver , it will distract the user from the driving, this is also a important thing withGPS and navigation apps, I usually don’t use Waze cause it is distracting me more while driving and for me it is more complex to use than google maps, and therefore I will ba a danger for myself and others in traffic. I can’t remember which navigation app it sbut I was actually flipping around with my navigation while driving home an early mornig in Sweden when I was loosing control of mycar and drove straight out in the forrest and had a terrible accident, this is strictly related to the GPS that was not functioning as it should hae and this distracted me and made me frustrated and a accident happened which I hurt my neck and back very bad from. So the part about safety is very important for me with usability.