#i wanna hug him so bad 😭

[nathaniel-underwood-is-an-intj]

At first I thought Bartimaeus couldn't stand Nat's laughter because it sounded like the stereotypical megalomaniacal villain laugh and he was worried Nat was about to get even nore unhinged.

And then I realised it's just unsettling because he hasn't really heard Nat laugh much... or at all. In five years of knowing him not hearing him laugh once and now all of a sudden he's laughed twice? I'd find it creepy too.

[vvanini]

the gang & butters post covid evolution + hair versions

[padmesbox]

Adam Page: international playboy

[ninoucheuuuh]

Blitzø - IT WAS NOT A BREAKUP ! You need a relationship for one of those and we never had that.

Blitzø - And we never will...

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Millie - The bird got to you that bad, uh ?

Blitzø - I guess...

If I were alone right now I would scream and cry and dance and fucking fangirl at the same time

[bothersomedirtchild]

Missing them 💙

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[elsadventures]

i love oscar so much but i truly think that as the introverted, shy person he is, las vegas is his personal hell 😭 like the jack daniel’s press event he looked so uncomfortable on stage and this picture is so cute but i can tell he would rather not be there

[panchulien]

Me 🤝🏻 You

Bullying Nik for self enrichment purposes

(I love the rejection one it hurt so bad)

ahaha yesss YES >:) i love putting him in situations!! thinking about how he would react to certain things is so fun. i love this guy...

[kelin-is-writing]

oki this one might be a little angsty? xD

at this point you're used to patching dabi up when he returns from missions or whatever he was doing. it's not a big deal (in his mind) anymore but you still worry each time and scold him ofc. he never understood why you make such a big deal out of it until the roles were suddenly reversed and you're the one who got hurt >:)

- 🥛

GOD MILK—

i’ve been thinking about this a lot and let it on stall because i was afraid of making dabi ooc, BUT you know what??? screw that, because i 100% think he would freak-the-fuck-out.

he never ever cared about himself getting hurt, it was irrelevant to dabi what happened to him, that’s how much self-destructive he has become still... when he saw you come back with a wound on your shoulder and another on the left side of your waist, dabi’s brain went blank while his heartbeats started to quicken and breath becoming heavier.

his body was quivering all over like an electric shock went through it and in a second he was already in front of you, eyebrows frowned, dark look in his eyes and lips pressed together “who did this to you?”, he growled with raspy and deep voice, pure anger coming off of him, his stance tense and menacing.

you reassure him that it’s nothing and you’re fine, but he keeps staring at you with a gaze that’s a mixture of rage and worry. the moment you rest your hand on his arm though, dabi relaxes right away, and when you reassure him once again with your beautiful sweet smile he settles down completely.

breathing in deeply from his nose, the arsonist places an hand over yours and after you excuse yourselves to the others he takes you to his room where the black haired boy tends to your wounds, when you giggle he looks up at you quizzicaly with a lifted eyebrow “usually i’m the one patching you up, but this time is the other way around.”, at hearing your words his heart sunk, because to him this wasn’t funny at all, the only thought of something happening to you was eating him up alive from inside.

you were the last person in the world who dabi wanted to see hurt.

lowering his head, the villain bends down to rest his face on your lap and surrounds your waist with his arms, swallowing hard at the thought of losing you, an instant painful pang aimed at his chest just like that “next time i’ll be the one on mission with you... i’ll be there to protect you... so never get hurt again... please...”, that’s the first time you heard him sound so vulnerable, so scared, so... so desperate. it broke your heart.

you moved cupping dabi’s cheeks with your hands and lifted his face up locking eyes firmly with his lost ones “we’ll be fine. you’re by my side and i’m by yours, so we’ll be fine...”, you said hinting at him to be careful himself and with the final reassuring smile you gave him, the raven haired boy felt the anxious feeling inside his chest lessen bit by bit; then when your arms went to surround his neck hugging him close, head resting on your chest, hearing your steady heartbeats dabi closed his eyes, relaxing completely under your tender touch.

whoever dared to hurt you though, has his days numbered anyways 🥰

[matty-bear]

chris appreciation post because i don’t post him enough 😞

i need there to be more soft chris edits 😞 yall are some horny ass mfs istg JUST GIVE ME THE CUTE SHIT !!!

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Someone on Twitter was talking about Wrecker's scar and now I just wanna give him a hug 🥲

(They didn't say anything bad about it, btw, they also wanted to give him a hug).

We don't know exactly what caused it (most likely an incident involving an explosion), but it was probably pretty brutal. The idea of Wrecker suffering from extensive injuries makes me really sad. 😭 And do you think it's just the face? I wouldn't be surprised if there was some damage to his shoulder as well (maybe even more than that).

And the rest of the guys must have been so panicked omg. 😭 I can just imagine them refusing to leave the med bay until they knew that their brother was alright. That must've scared the shit out of them. 😥

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Anyway I'm seeing him again tomorrow lmao

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Yay, fic snippets! Love, blinking, twig, laughter, faith, gently, and glow. :)

I love you, is all Artham can think, and all he wants to say, and all he hopes Arundelle knows. I love you, I love you, I love you. 

Unworthiness begins to pool in his gut; it drips inside like his tears falling to the grass.

~~~

They look like… is it forget-me-nots? They’re flowers that Ghostbur likes; he loves the blue, and he likes the name as well. Says it’s wonderful to find a flower that’s “good all around” or something. 

~~~

Finally, Wilbur settles on something, because he taps the screen once before lowering his hands, keeping hold of the phone and letting a song play from it. 

Guitar. That’s what starts this song off. 

Tommy tilts his head. He’s never heard this before. It’s a new song to him. 

But it’s… pretty. As far as the first bit goes, at least; all gentle guitar and soft singing, all that. It sounds like something Ghostbur would like. 

And then the chorus comes around, and Tommy’s eyes widen a little bit as the lyrics hit his ears.

“Jesus, my heart, your home. Jesus.”

Tommy flicks his gaze to Wilbur, inquisitive. 

Wilbur gazes back, even and calm. 

The song continues playing, and after a few seconds, Tommy turns his attention back to it. He’s paying more attention to the lyrics now. 

“I will sing for you, all my days. Always quick to give you praise. When I was in sin, you saved my soul. No greater love will I ever know.”

“Do you go to church?” Tommy asks, because he couldn’t keep the question inside his chest any longer. 

~~~

Ghostbur shakes his head, eyes wide. “I’m not hurt.”

“Wh… why did you fall, then?”

Ghostbur exhales, blinking once or twice. “I’m just a bit tired,” He whispers. “Just a bit tired, Tommy.”

“Just tired?”

Ghostbur exhales again, saying nothing.

~~~

Nothing for twig!

~~~

It takes about a minute for Tommy’s laughter to subside, leaving him breathless and a bit tired. “Oh, Wilbur. What- what’d you wanna be after that? A conman? Or like, a McDonald’s worker or some crap.”

“Close, actually. I got really passionate about hot dogs.”

Tommy can only stare.

Wilbur smiles. “What? They’re good. I thought it’d be fun to sell them, in a little hot dog van.”

~~~

“I’ve named that cloud G-Major-Seven,” Ghostbur suddenly announces, and Wilbur bursts into laughter.

~~~

“Do you think…” The words instantly feel wrong in Ranboo’s mouth, and he swallows them away. I shouldn’t ask this. I shouldn’t say this.

“Do I think what?”

Ranboo cringes. Tommy already heard. “Um.”

Tommy tosses his necklace into the air, catches it. Tosses it again. “Were you gonna ask me if I think girls are hot?”

Ranboo’s face burns. “No!”

“Because you know my answer to that, boss man. They are so hot.”

“Shhh! Someone will hear you!”

“Every girl, every last one of ‘em!” Tommy turns to point at Ranboo for some reason, widening his eyes. “If you see a girl, tell them they’re beautiful. Girls like nice words like that.”

“Um… n-no, I wasn’t… going to ask you that.”

“Oh.” Tommy looks up, watching his necklace twirl through the air before it lands in his open palm. “What were you gonna ask, then?”

He shouldn’t tell. He shouldn’t say. He doesn’t even want to, anymore.

But Tommy’s not going to leave him alone until he does.

Ranboo sighs. “Do you think I’ll ever get a Master?”

The necklace lands in Tommy’s hand again, and it doesn’t go back into the air.

Tommy turns to look at him. Ranboo stares straight ahead at the water fountain. “What kind of question is that? Come on man, of course you’re gonna get a kriffin- Jedi Master, one day. Every Jedi does.”

“Every Jedi except me.” Ranboo closes his eyes, silently praying that no one other than Tommy is listening to this conversation. He should have faith, he knows, but he doesn’t think he has any. And that feels wrong.

“That just means you’re-”

“Different.” Ranboo swallows. “I’m different.”

“Well… of course you are. I mean, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?”

Ranboo smiles weakly. “Not just that kind of different.”

Tommy’s quiet—a rarity.

He’s waiting.

Ranboo swallows again, opening his eyes. “I mean… ev- every Jedi, my age, has a Master. All of them. It’s not… Tommy, it’s not normal to go this long without getting apprenticed.”

“But you’ve never been normal.” Tommy’s voice isn’t cruel, and sure enough, he leans his head in Ranboo’s direction, adding, “And that’s not a bad thing, I don’t think. It just means, you’re uh… good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Different means good.”

“Not… all the time.”

“Nah. Tommy Innit ain’t ever wrong, my friend.” Tommy turns his head towards one of the tall, sunny windows placed around the room, squinting. “Different means good.”

Ranboo fights to hold back his sigh. “But you have a Master. It’s probably, like… really easy for you to say this. You’re not the one who’s different. It’s just me.”

Tommy goes quiet again. This time, it’s Ranboo waiting.

But Tommy doesn’t say anything.

Ranboo sighs.

~~~

Taking a deep breath, she straightens and says, “I don’t want Peet to be lonely.”

“He’s been doing just fine for himself all these years, I’m sure a simple walk to the river will-”

“Just because he’s been doing fine doesn’t mean he hasn’t been lonely.” Leeli looks up at Peet. He doesn’t look back at her. “And I don’t want him to be lonely anymore. Even if it is just for a short time.”

Podo watches her, a sigh pushing through his nose. “Leeli-”

“I don’t think we’ve been very nice to Peet since he started living in Glipwood. I know I always haven’t.” Leeli bites her lip. “And that was wrong, because everyone was made by the Maker and the Maker loves everyone, and I think we should love everyone just like He does. Everyone should have a friend.”

She says the last words quieter, reaching up her hand and gently gripping Peet’s socked fingers. He grips back—even gentler—before letting go just as quick.

~~~

Ghostbur gently bites his lip. “I still don’t want to. I’m sorry, Dream.”

Dream doesn’t say anything to that; after a few seconds, he begins to dig again.

~~~

Tommy looks up at his brother, and Ghostbur stares at Tommy’s hand. His breathing is starting to get loud.

“Hey.” Tommy bumps Ghostbur’s shoulder with his own, but gently so that none of them tip over. “You’re okay. This’ll be quick, yeah? It’ll be real fast.”

“I don’t want to get a shot,” Ghostbur whispers, and Tommy’s heart squeezes.

~~~

Ghostbur kneels down, peering at his brother’s face. His brow furrows slightly.

“Why do you look like you’re about to start crying?” He asks, as gently as he can.

The shine in Tommy’s eyes gets brighter. Ghostbur blinks, and then there’s tears slipping down Tommy’s face, across the cleaned bruises and plastered cuts, and Tommy’s body jerks as he sniffles, and he’s making awful noises that make Ghostbur feel like he’s drowning again.

“Oh, oh no! What’s wrong? What did I do wrong?” Ghostbur reaches out his hands, hurriedly brushing away the salty water as he swallows. “What’s wrong? What hurts?”

Tommy shakes his head, bringing up his own hands and wrapping them around his brother’s wrists. “‘S not you.”

Ghostbur’s eyes widen further. “Then what? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Tommy shakes his head again, and he tries to answer but no words come out, only awful sounds, and then there’s new tears coming from his eyes.

Ghostbur starts wiping them away, trying not to breathe too quickly even though his lungs want him to. Tommy’s crying. He shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be crying. Ghostbur was supposed to make him better—he did make him better! He did the right things, he cleaned off the cuts and put plasters on them. He brought Henry for Tommy to hold. He did good things. He did right things.

Ghostbur was supposed to make Tommy better, but Tommy’s crying, so he’s not better.

Ghostbur feels very scared. He wants to breathe quicker, and he wants to run away, and he wants to shake his head and smile and pretend that nothing is wrong, because wrong things make his head hurt. Ghostbur feels very scared.

But Tommy needs him.

“Hey, hey,” Ghostbur soothes, brushing his thumbs across Tommy’s face. Tommy is crying. Ghostbur’s fingers are wet. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Tommy. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Tommy sobs, and his hands tighten around Ghostbur’s wrists, and he’s breathing too quick.

Ghostbur’s eyes flicker. “You need counting. I think that’ll help.”

Tommy keeps crying.

I hate it when he cries.

“One,” Ghostbur starts, looking down at Tommy’s chest and taking note of all the dirty bits and smudges on the sweatshirt. “Two, three, four… Tommy?”

Tommy’s hands tighten.

Ghostbur looks up at him. “You’re supposed to count with me. That’s how counting helps.”

Tommy sobs again. Ghostbur’s heart hurts with his head.

“It’s okay,” Ghostbur soothes, but he’s starting to think that it isn’t, and he brings himself up until his eyes are level with Tommy’s, and he gently presses their heads together and he keeps his thumbs on Tommy’s face to stop tears from rolling down. “We can try again. It’s okay.”

He takes a breath. “One, two, three…”

Tommy joins in at six, and his voice sounds awful. He doesn’t sound like Tommy. He doesn’t sound good.

Once they reach ten, Ghostbur starts over, and this time Tommy joins at one. His voice still sounds awful.

Ghostbur closes his eyes. Tommy’s hair is soft against his head, and every few seconds he’ll feel Tommy jerk or sniffle or cry harder, and he makes sure to not move away, because Tommy needs him.

They count to ten a total of fourteen times. Tommy’s voice sounds like Tommy by the last number, and Ghostbur’s fingers aren’t quite as wet.

He still sniffles.

“It’s okay,” Ghostbur tells him, and even though they’re not counting anymore he keeps his head pressed against Tommy’s, and he doesn’t move away. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I promise you’re okay. I promise you’re okay, Tommy. You’re very brave.”

Tommy whimpers.

Ghostbur remembers holding Tommy in one hand. Tommy used to be very small.

~~~

He lets out a breath. Until those seven minutes are up, he’ll look at the sun—the window, more precisely. The window in his bedroom, orange and streaming with warm sunlight, casting its glow onto half of his bed. He stands in the doorway, watching it all. He can see dust particles in the air.

It’s a pretty thing. He can admit that. This evening in summer, it’s pretty. He thinks it might be good.

He shuts his eyes. In six minutes. In six minutes, it’ll be gone. I won’t have to look at it anymore.

[koumeowkami]

just come to the realization that we'll most probably see this scene animated and guys... this is gonna be so heartbreaking

[itz-shinyy]

I have an art block...and I wanna do art requests...

But idk I'm also really stupid and I feel like I would fuck up.. idk. P

[goldenhypen]

damn those lyrics hurt so bad