#i need constant affection

[yuichiiusagii]

Sorry for dipping for a bit

But hey, you deserve a break. It'll be okay, I'm sure scar will understand<3 go rest.

-🌙🦋[💠]

hihi!!

scar is back im okay now

[carnalcervid]

im such an attention whore. i feel like a dumb puppy that sits pretty and begs for attention and then once you stop i dont know what to do besides go back to sitting pretty and begging for more. please dont stop petting me and kissing me and hurting me and telling me all the horrible things you want to do to me and how im yours. please dont stop i need more.

[etiolatedmutant]

casual poolverine affection my beloved

wade gluing himself to logan’s back in the mornings when logan’s cooking breakfast; he’ll kiss the back of logan’s head or the side of his neck occasionally, Just Cuz, and logan will reach a free hand back to squeeze wade’s hip every so often

logan grasping wade by the waist to scooch him out of the way. it’s not malicious, wade simply doesn’t realize he’s In the way to begin with, and logan’s learned that the best way to maneuver around it is simply to steer wade in a different direction

wade playing with logan’s hair while they watch tv. whether logan passes the absolute fuck out because he’s soooo soothed by the repetitive stroke of wade’s fingers over the top of his head is his business, but he totally does and wade never ever wakes him. logan sleeps like shit, but when he’s tucked up against wade’s side, he gets juuuust a little more rest than normal, so wade will sit there for hours with his shoulders creaking under the weight of logan’s heavy ass skull because his baby is un-fucking-conscious

logan pulling wade into his lap when they watch tv together because he loves the firm, warm pressure of wade’s body on top of him and also because wade usually dozes off like that and logan relishes in the rare moments like that where wade just looks totally Relaxed. not silent — that’s an important distinction, bc i personally think wade is capable of silences, they’re just not always Good or Pleasant, and so logan much prefers when he can tell (from the steady beat of his heart to the even tide of his breathing, and the slack softness of his features) that wade is 100% at peace

they both wipe food off each others faces like fussy mother hens. and they’ll lick whatever stain they just cleaned off their fingers too. this hardly ever interrupts the flow of the conversation, it’s as natural to them as breathing

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?”

[allastoredeer]

I love how down bad, pathetic Vox is in your "Just Kiss Already" series. Especially since the finale, I can't help but see how much this man is trying to convince himself that he hates Alastor and that even if he did have him at his mercy in *that* way, he'd be the one in control. Like, my tv brother, you would Kill to have him lightly tilt your screen up with his microphone and fall jelly-legged over after he left and you Know it!

I love me a pathetic, pinning, sad little box TV man. One-Sided RadioStatic is so much fun. Vox is SO down bad, it'd be ridiculous if it wasn't the greatest thing ever.

Alastor is his nemesis, and he's the only one who gets to have homo-erotic tension with him.

Vox out here getting ready to fight Lucifer for Alastor's rivalry attention and Velvette & Vox are forced to hold him back because you can't fistfight the kind of Hell get a hold of yourself goddammit.

"Like, my tv brother, you would Kill to have him lightly tilt your screen up with his microphone and fall jelly-legged over after he left and you Know it!" - I think Vox would just die his second death right there. He'd just...fall over. He's on the ground. He's deceased.

Turns out, that's all Alastor needed to do to get rid of the silly, pesky picture-box man.

[squidprinceofwinterfell]

Funny that the AV Club suggested the Deep might have ulterior motives for comforting New Noir when Deep is, at his core, a sad lonely bro who just wants someone to shotgun beers with. It’s like you guys don’t even know him at all.

[dxxtruction]

Not to psychoanalyze (Yes, to do that), but given Armand's history, his only preconception of what love is, is to view it through pure desire. Love - and more broadly accurate, his life purpose for like half a millenia - as only he's ever known it, has only been experienced through transactional wish-fulfillment fantasies, of which he was the one typically sought after to complete such an exchange. And so naturally, in his own seeking, he replicates it. Though to some degree he also replicates the fantastical existence of fictional romances to compensate.

This lack of true experience of love without desire or fantasy, making his always unfilled 'objet petit a' - his object of desire - (a partner he desires a particular love from but does not receive to his fulfillment) - the catalyst for believing there is no other form of love to be had. That he can simply love the person, and be altruistic to their personhood, without them filling a role or desire for him, just would never occur. He's egotistical and overly pragmatic towards others by the fault of formative experiences denying him his own personhood. In being groomed into the object of desire, he no longer sees anyone else but as such. It's equal parts lack of self-awareness, meaning he simply has no way to counter-reflect upon himself the way one should behave, and developed coping mechanism, either consciously or unconsciously, taking on the role of those who inflicted upon him their desires to gain a sense of control over it.

In never escaping this cycle of love as desire, he always denies himself his full person, and simultaneously denies the personhood of others.

[grapejuicegay]

Sometimes I just start thinking about this moment - paired with Maddie's "I just think that maybe you're not sure of your own feelings yet. And if there's something that you need to tell Eddie, you will. Just, in your own time" - and then don't stop thinking about it.

Maybe I'm just reading into it but the way this moment moves. Eddie steps forward, Tommy steps up to exactly where Eddie was, Buck turns to look where Eddie was, doesn't find what he was looking for but still finds something good. It's not just ep 4 and 5 where the focus on Eddie blows me away, it's also this.

[mik3stuff]

mcu is the best Loki so shut up you are wrong! Only tom hiddleston is the best Loki the rest are lame copycats especially these rp ones ugh

LMAAAAO AND YOU HAD TO GO ANONYMOUS AND BULLY MINORS ON THE INTERNET BECAUSE OF THIS???????? IF U'RE SURE THEN SHOW YOUR FACE COWARD

[lachispipreciosa]

Mario fans need to come into conclusion that Starlow isn’t really a bad fucker who constantly teases Luigi as if he’s some sort of trash background character with no purpose.

NO.

Have you guys even PLAYED Dream Team? Or even better!

I’m going over with Paper Jam and all, and she even ENCOURAGES Luigi that he’s got a damn whole year named after him and that he CAN save Mario.

Even if it’s for motivation, Starlow learns too from her mistakes.

I don’t care if she’s fictional. I don’t care if she’s pixels.

Do you all know what character development is??? 😭

[apollos-boyfriend]

expanding on my thoughts on jack a bit today…. like i’ve said before i think he uses crutches for chronic joint pain because like. i can’t quite remember the actual canon details but the way i’ve been picturing things is that since the cult’s ritual failed/was interrupted, jack’s transformation wasn’t able to be fully completed. so while he has some eldritch god-knows-what in him, he’s stuck in a permanent state of Transition. which is bad! that’s not meant to happen! so while a lot of his body changed (longer limbs, claws, sharper teeth) a lot of the like. genetics behind it hadn’t been transformed yet if that makes sense. so he has longer limbs, but his joints aren’t on par to handle all of that, leading to the joint pain. which is one of like 300 issues that arises from being the victim of a failed ritual but it’s become very important 2 me

[markiafc]

homoeroticism aside. my personal love for the queen bee head bully archetype - often a rich, fashionable, beautiful, selfish, cruel girl with a penchant for dehumanising others - aside. it's the power imbalance of course, involving teenagers of the same age and the same sex in a teenager's insular high school world.

there's a lot of structure to organised bullying which comes to define the victim's school life, and doubly so when the teachers defer to the bullies as well. with absent parents, home life seems to shrink to non-existence and studenthood becomes all there is. in a lot of ways, the bully becomes the sole dominant authority in the victim's life. values, interests, habits, etc. become shaped around the bully's person and the life she's enforcing on the victim.

but the fact remains that the bully acts on mere whims. there is more than one victim, she has no qualms about moving on to tormenting a second body next in line. and years later she wouldn't be able to recall what she did. there's no attachment there at all.

[misty-moth]

I am obsessed with Mitsuhide, you guys. Obsessed. It would only be concerning… if my obsession with Arthur wasn’t so much worse.

Every time either is on my screen I lose my mind, ofc. Arthur just has my heart in a chokehold with his precious yaoi hands 😭

[archduke-enver-gortash]

[bunnihearted]

🐁☁️🌫️

[haarute]

just now, someone broke into my very next door (our buildings are connected) neighbor's place as they were away on a trip. they noticed over security cam livestream footage and contacted everyone. a bunch of cops with rifles and shotguns then showed up right in front of my bedroom window, broke into their house, and took away this singular unarmed woman who had snuck in and was hiding inside of their trailer in the garage.

the sergeant told my mom not to worry because they took several items (like a fire extinguisher) from my neighbor's place and were going to straight up lie about why she was being brought up to the precinct by saying that she was stealing/using said items so they can detain her for longer.

i'm feeling a lot of things right now