#in my mind they’re hugging
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amelie meeting emmy after everything is like. I want to hate you. you aren’t emilie at all, I know this, because she would never wear these clothes, never be so truthful in her face, never be spineless, not like Amelie thinks she herself was, all those years ago, not even for a moment. I know this because I see reflected in you the things I hate about Gabriel and Nathalie. I see in you their perception of my own sister, and that hurts because they got it all wrong.
(didn’t they? you didn’t talk to me at all when you were 18. a few letters here and there, from as little as two hours away and then halfway across the world. maybe I’ve got it all wrong.)
you aren’t emilie at all, because she’s dead
but you take your tea the same way, and you’re begging for the windows to be thrown open and for us to go into the garden and you can’t stand being inside. you get this weird expression before you recall a memory that is mine and emilie’s, something you shouldn’t know, but you do. you apologize, when she wouldn’t, and I tell you more about the memory, connect the fragments. you say I should remarry as if love is something I concern myself with, so unlike emilie. you give me something of an accusing look, piercing, like hers. pitying. you go through my bookshelf. you hug me tightly.
you’re not emilie, I know, but I’d like you to come over again.
#IDK……………….. I am just thinking between job applications#in my mind they’re hugging#ml#sentiemilie#sentiemilie au
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The charlos hug from every possible angle I could find
#charlos#charles leclerc#carlos sainz jr#monaco gp 2024#monaco 24#f1#hug comp.#they’re kind of my thing now#this blog is slowly turning into a full on charlos propaganda and I don’t mind it one bit
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*camera filming like a documentary. Vaggie is narrating. The camera focuses on Husk reading on the couch*
Vaggie: This is Husk. He enjoys his personal space-
*camera pans out to reveal Angel laying across Husk’s lap*
Vaggie: This is Angel. He also enjoys Husk’s personal space.
#*camera pans out further to show fat nuggets resting in angel’s lap*#vaggie: and this is fat nuggets#who enjoys Angel enjoying husk’s personal space#Angel: husk likes my personal space too- if you know what I mean ;)#husk: do you want to stay here or not?#Angel: …yes#husk:…I dont mind his personal space too much either ;)#Angel: 😳#they’re gay officer#huskerdust#once again Angel flirts relentlessly until someone honestly reciprocates#then it’s just: panic#panik#Angel dust#husk#husker hazbin hotel#Angel/husk#husk/angel#angel dust needs a hug#consensually#preferably from husk#Hazbin hotel#incorrect hazbin hotel#Vaggie#husk enjoys Angel enjoying his personal space#he’s definitely petting him on his fluffy lil head#and Angel is just drinking up the attention#Angel deserves nice things#they’re gay and in love#part four of the lap saga bitches
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something that’s been on my mind for a while now is how important the love between the family is for the movie. encanto portrays familial love in so many ways from grand gestures to subtle details and I think that’s such a huge reason for why all the characters are so memorable. even the characters with way less screentime are still shown to be loving individuals! basically what I’m trying to say here is that the family love is such a key element to not only the plot but the characters journeys too! and I feel like we need more appreciation for the strength of the madrigal family and their unconditional love for eachother
this edit is partly what inspired this post lmao
#encanto#encanto disney#disneys encanto#another rant that’s been on my mind since rewatching lmao#disney’s encanto#I miss the love shown between the madrigals basically#anyways I want to doodle a bunch of hugs now because they’re so <33333#comfort family fr#also this edit I found#madrigal family
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Listen, I don’t have a type.
*sweating a lil* I swear, I don’t have a type, it’s just-
*sweating profusely* I MAY HAVE A TYPE OKAY MAYBE JUST MAYBE HAVE MERCY
#anya's athenaeum#trigun stampede#eriks vash#Vash the stampede#laios touden#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA SCREAM#brb screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet bc of these two men#golden retrievers who could absolutely throw me across a football field and need a hug#anya’s musings#Anya’s losing her fucking mind oh my GOD
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Jace lets Zara feed on him sometimes bc that’s his best friend and he loves her, Send Tweet
#I love vampires & feedings bc of the high level of intimacy#like I think Zara are those friends that you cannot tell if they’re dating or not and if asked they’re like ‘what is your problem??’#they just have such a level of intimacy ingrained in their friendship#they’re doing forehead and knuckle kisses#she was the first coworker he genuinely clicked with outside of his whole weird thing with Porter#Zara is the type of friend to be like I’ll kill your loser boyfriend if he hurts you 💖 and Jace is like ‘no one has ever cared this much#about me thank you’#he makes sure that she feeds regularly#he’ll level blood bags labeled with her name in the breakroom fridge and texts her if her classes run long to go grab it#porter gets jealous but also filled with bisexual panic when he sees them hugging one night#Zara kisses his forehead and when Porter makes eye contact he’s so pissed#he texts her later like ‘you’re trying to steal my boyfriend wtf’ and bc she knows Jace loves making Porter jealous#she’s like ‘I thought you didn’t mind sharing’ Porter fully breaks his phone#dimension 20#jace stardiamond#Zara sool#I made this post already and tumblr hit me with the nono stick
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i know the narration wasn’t necessarily being kind to him in the books but i honestly loved when george was like always trying to initiate them eating the cake or having a snack in meetings. he and i would get along SO WELL in that respect bc that’s my running internal dialogue anytime there’s a cake no one’s touched yet. him speaking this aloud i would love him forever
#second of all HE’S RIGHT they’re stressed‚ growing‚ active kids#they need alllll those freaking calories#lockwood & co#l&co#george cubbins#l&c#hugging these books in my mind!! the role of food & meals & tea & comfort & the kitchen & home in these books!!!
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When the flyboys found out they couldn’t get parachutes they immediately knew they had to go to Crosby, but I’ll bet they still drew straws to see who had to tell him like:
“You do it”
“I don’t want to do it you do it”
“C’mon just man up”
“Why’s this such a big deal anyway”
“He’s going to flip out”
“Obviously”
“I just don’t want him to get in trouble for losing his mind on some non-co alright?”
“He’ll be fine I saw him get in the Colonel’s face last week because the guy wanted to sign off on a mission he didn’t approve of and nothing happened”
“We need to quit wasting time just go it’ll be fine”
“No you do it you’re his favorite”
“He says he doesn’t pick favorites”
“Well he’s lying”
“Yeah every mom says they don’t pick favorites but they definitely do”
“But I was the one who told him about the broken chair and took all the blame”
“Oh yeah? What was your punishment?”
“…I was grounded”
“Now does that sound like a punishment to you?”
“…no”
“Exactly now go”
#he definitely knew that the kid wasn’t the one to break the chair#mota musings#but he was close to tears and shaking so bad that Croz just gave him a hug and told him it was okay#bamf Harry Crosby#they’re not scared of him they’re just scared he’ll be too protective and get in trouble#incorrect quotes#this totally happened and no one can change my mind#mota#Harry Crosby is a mama bear#mama bear Crosby#masters of the air#flyboys#he can be a scary little guy
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oh, mi amor
#levihan#my art#artistic nudity#look! i finished a drawing!#hange lives#i don’t know what came over me like i tried to make it as logical as possible#umm i’m a little embarrassed but i can explain!#i think my brain reasoned that hange would lose their clothes because they went up in flames… and i wanted to represent that they were#basically born again? um… assuming they almost died bc they *were* supposed to sacrifice themselves#wouldn’t it be a blessing? couldn’t they have lived?#and well… they’re with their eyes closed because eren was unconscious the first time he turned into the attack titan#i remember that in the first season mikasa was crying#while she hugged him and i wanted to make reference to that#i don’t know if i did a good job with levi’s expression but he’s supposed to be crying from happiness#i tried conveying it to the best of my abilities#in my mind hanji was supposed to inherit the beast titan so i tried to paint the fur underneath levi’s feet haha#commisions open#art
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Lost pt. 1
Had to finish these quickly cuz’ I’ve got a lot of work this week and wanted to get it over with the first part of the comic but worry not! There’s more coming soon :D
Yán Hào- this cute little crying bean belongs to @lopsushi and Lì-Líng belongs to me ^w^
Hope you like it!!
#lost calamity au#lmk#lmk oc art#shadowpeach#lego monkie kid#lmk macaque#lmk oc#lmk ocs#lmk sun wukong#my art#lmk shadowpeach#my artwork#sun wukong#lmk wukong#struggling dad monkey king#they’re so adorable#somebody hug yan hao plz#this baby just got lost#and wukong’s probably losing his mind
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It’s so difficult loving all the Links
#one moment I’m like SKY MY BELOVED and the next I’m obsessing over warriors#and then the NEXT I’m crying over twilight#of course I have my favorites#but they’re all great in their own ways#gah I just love them all SO MUCH#I want to gather them all into a great big hug#trin rambles#don’t mind me#just got hit with a sudden burst of blorbo passion
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hello hello beloved mutual mita!! if you were a dog i think you'd be a wirehaired pointing griffon! ^_^ <3
HELLO HI BELOVED MUTUAL WORMS ‼️‼️‼️
I’m jumping up and down right now PLEASE KNOW THAT IM KEEPING THAT DOODLE FOREVER I LOVE IT SO MUCH <33333
Okok I don’t know much about dogs, but if you were a Pokémon, I think you’d be a Dauchsbun!! :]
#APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE RESPONSE but! I really wanted to doodle this out bc I thought of it immediately after receiving your ask aaaaaaaa#okok im not sure how accurate it is#but I used references from Sunday since they’re part of your self insert au. hopefully it matches in some way eee#anywho. squeezing you with a bear hug. kisses on your head. my heart explodes with platonic love#I love being interpreted. and knowing that I am just a little guy in your mind. you are absolutely correct also#fav#gift for mita#beloved moots#pokemon#mita doodles#ask
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yes Giyuu is touch-starved, but I think we’ve all been ignoring the one who is also very touch-starved….Kyojuro
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#rengiyuu#rengoku kyōjurō#tomioka giyū#look I know Senjuro probably hugs him every chance he gets but#imagine not getting a hug from your dad since you were 10#Giyuu super valid btw#I just think rengoku Carries a lot on his shoulders#because eldest child heir left with mother’s dying wish of service#mans got pressures#he handles it well#but he needs emotional care as much as anyone#in my mind#Giyuu sees this#and knows how it feels#and every chance they’re alone he cuddles THE FUCK out of his boyfriend#y know iguro’s snake#Giyuu is like that#stfu this is rengiyuu#demon slayer
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Sigh I swear the bar is so low with writing sometimes.
I’ve just been remembering how much it bothers me when there’s no lasting consequences or acknowledgement for things. When everything resets like nothing ever happened at the start of the next episode, or even the next scene sometimes. How cool and rare it was that Wally’s arm was in a cast for a whole 5 episodes of Young Justice. How relieved/excited I was when Mulder actually still had bandages on his fingers the episode after he broke them because FINALLY something carried over! Or when Hook was leaning on someone for support in the background after the fight scene in Pan. How impressed I was to see Katniss still crying hysterically for Rue a few scenes after her death. How surprised I was to actually see a hint of the effect of Echo’s extremely traumatic experience when he panicked in the medbay. How my heart soared when he insisted on rescuing Gregor because omg he’s acting in a way that makes sense for his character! Clinging to every small scrap we get to see of clones showing real emotion when so often they seemingly never bat an eye at their losses and never mention their fallen brothers again.
I love these shows I swear, but it just gets so frustrating! Like I’ll literally be so nervous no one will be affected realistically, or react like a human, or behave in-character and then I get so excited on the rare occasions they do. And then I realize wow the bar is so low, shouldn't that just be, you know, writing 101?
Like I remember some episode of some show (the Seeker? Or something idk) where a character was captured and tortured and not ten minutes after being rescued his friend was like “hmm you sure are quiet today” like YEAH I SURE HOPE HE IS?!
#is it really too much to ask for??#lol is it any wonder we turn to fan fiction to fill in all the gaps?#clones wars/bad batch just in general needs so many more hugs and tears imho#sometimes i’m so grateful for omega bc it’s like the writers think she is allowed to react like a real human just bc she’s a kid#she and wrecker seem to be the only ones “allowed” to initiate hugs#they basically dedicated a whole episode to her dealing with echo’s departure and that was amazing!#echo reacted when cut mentioned rex#gooood#but when rex actually showed up? when he mentioned FIVES?! Not so much!#and isn’t the whole point of tcw that the clones AREN’T expendable?#That they aren’t emotionless interchangeable droids and their lives aren’t meaningless#So how come the writers so often treat them like they are? Narratively at least#and i get if they’re trying to keep things less intense by skimming over grief stuff#but like stop killing people then? Lol yeah these shows haven’t been for kids in a loooong time#like did you see the s7 finale? Don’t act like you don’t know how emotions work filoni et al#this applies to so many shows and things obvs but you know what’s been at the forefront of my mind lately lolll#venting#small rant#pet peeves#writing#writing pet peeves#x files#young justice#the hunger games#tbb#the bad batch#the clone wars#tbb echo#Pan 2015#i know literally no one cares about that movie but that detail stuck out to me lol
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I have nothing cool and interesting to say right now except I rewatched S5 episode "Fathers and Sons" of TMNT 2003 and I once again am screaming about HOW CUTE THE BABY TURTLES ARE OH MY GOD. I don't even know what I love more—Donnie and Leo living their best lives in that hay crate, Mikey CONSTANTLY attaching himself to Splinter and even staying by his side as his bros go play tag, or Donnie mustering up all his strength to throw that big rock at the Bone Demon. THERE ARE TOO MANY CUTE SCENES!!
YOU’RE WRONG ANON, THAT IS A VERY COOL AND INTERESTING THING TO SAY
here’s some papa rat hugs <3
#ask#anon#turtle tots#fathers and sons#tmnt 2003#also i just rewatched ‘the lesson’ and i’m losing my mind at these boys as babies#they’re so good??? but they’re silly little mischievous guys#anyway thank you for sharing anon. you’re so correct#THE WAY SPLINTER CAN HOLD ALL FOUR OF THEM IN A HUG??? HELP
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FUCK you: re-canonifies your Flower!AU
Anyways what if Polites actually still dies flower au au (bit o context in the tags, just so this drabble makes a bit more sense since it doesnt exactly follow canon aha-)
Rattlesnake Root
shield, step carefully.
Watching Ajax rush across the deck, calling out orders while cradling little Astyanax in his arms, the realization hit Odysseus like a brick.
This is what Polites had meant.
Eurylochus’s voice still echoed in his ears — but Odysseus wasn’t hearing any of it. Everything sounded muffled, like he was listening to (one of) his best friend chew him out from underwater. He must have started yelling louder, because the teenager glanced over at the two of them, something Odysseus hesitated to label as anything other than concern written across his face.
He wanted to yell.
He wanted to scream, keep shooting venom like arrows, jump up and pace, even.
Instead he stood, hands clasped over the rail, staring blankly past the blurred shape of his friend. It was both too loud and yet too quiet and annoyingly chilly and somehow everything was way too bright. It felt like there should be a storm brewing overhead, yet the only rain falling came from his eyes. The sun shone down unapologetically overhead, and Odysseus fought back an unintelligible scream.
This is what Polites had meant, what he’d pleaded back in that forest.
If you don’t talk to us, if you don’t trust us, then how can we help?
He’d thought he’d had it all under control, that his own hangups weren’t affecting anyone else, but clearly he’d been wrong. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or just plain ignorance, but Odysseus had fucked up, pushed too far.
He wanted to sob.
He was already crying, Odysseus realized in a vague, sort of detached way. His face felt… damp, and tight from the salt already starting to dry. Something hit his hand; again and again and again, and rolled down his knuckles.
Eurylochus yelled again, throwing his arms out, and Odysseus flinched.
How long had this been brewing?
How long had he been pushing his crew, his friends to the edge? For how long had he been pushing them to the side, ignoring their concerns and needs, forcing them to pick up his slack?
…when had his efforts to protect them start to hurt instead?
Slowly, Eurylochus’s face came back into focus.
His mouth moved and Odysseus could, technically, hear him still, but the words themselves were lost to the buzzing in his head. The tilt to his eyebrows would have looked angry — really, really angry — to anyone else, but Odysseus knew his friend. Eurylochus was angry, sure, but mostly he was just worried (and tired, so tired, and grieving, too). The man’s eyes glistened wetly, shining with unshed tears.
Odysseus barely noticed as he started to shake.
He did this. This was his fault, the result of his negligence. Polites was dead because of him, and now he was driving away the other person he should be supporting, looking after the most.
Odysseus clenched the rail tighter, clearly hearing it creak under his grip. Eurylochus’s voice faded in and out, nothing but background noise.
He’d failed.
Odysseus blinked once, twice, trying to alleviate the pressure growing behind his eyes. The tears, which had been slowing, built again, suddenly, and everything was just too much.
Oh. He dimly realized again. I did this.
And Odysseus…
…Odysseus broke.
Odysseus broke, tears falling like a waterfall. He choked on a sob, shaking violently, as his knees wobbled and knocked together. Eurylochus’s voice, angry and harsh, snapped back into focus, and Odysseus keened weakly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, falling to his knees as he swallowed back another sob. “I’m sorry-“
Desperately, shaking all the while, Odysseus clutched at his friend’s chiton, head pressed to Eurylochus’s knee. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“
Eurylochus’s angry rant trailed off into shocked silence as Odysseus tripped over his words. Apology after apology spilled from his lips as he sat shaking on the wooden deck of the ship, legs collapsed awkwardly beneath him. He didn’t dare look up as silence crashed against the ship like Polyphemus’s club crashing against men and stone, just kept choking out desperate apologies into the empty, oppressive air.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sobbed, like a mantra. “I’m sorry,”
The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity; a terrifying, heart-stopping eternity.
He couldn’t do this.
Odysseus- he couldn’t. He’d tried, fuck he’d tried. Tried to carry every burden he could, tried to protect his people, and look where they were now.
It was all a mess, a fucking disaster.
And- and Polites was gone, now, really truly gone, never-coming-back gone.
Dead.
And Eurylochus would be too- not dead, not if Odysseus had any say in it, but gone, leaving.
Leaving him, because Eurylochus would do what was best for the crew.
Odysseus was just dead weight.
The leg he leaned against, clutched in desperation, was pulled back, and Odysseus let it go.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, trying and failing to blink away his tears as his hands dropped down to dig his nails into his own knees instead. Something thudded against the ground ahead of him, but all Odysseus could think was ‘this is it’.
This is it, this is where his friend, his last surviving best friend, his brother, even, left him.
And by the gods if he didn’t deserve it.
“‘msorry,” his words slurred together. “‘msrry’msorry,”
He deserved this, for hurting his friend and daring to proclaim otherwise. Why should Eurylochus stick around? Odysseus wasn’t worth the work. He hunched in on himself some more.
“‘msorry,” he might have begged. Please don’t go. You have every right to, but please, please. Don’t leave me. “‘msrrymsrrymsor-“
Odysseus coughed.
Oh, that was odd.
He couldn’t breathe, for a moment there, air knocked from his lungs as his chest collided with something warm and solid. Something strong tugged his forwards, pulled him tight against it.
Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Odysseus suddenly found his head tucked into the crook of Eurylochus’s neck as he shook. He tried to choke out another apology, but Eurylochus held him too tightly to properly speak the words.
Oh.
Oh.
Odysseus shook some more, hands slowly worming their way from his knees to clutch this time at the front of his friend’s chiton.
Eurylochus was hugging him.
Eurylochus. was hugging him.
Odysseus sobbed again.
“I’m sorry,” he managed to force out again, but Eurylochus just pulled him impossibly closer.
“It’s okay,” his friend whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s going to be okay.”
mans is a bit harsh on himself :,)
He doesn’t q u i t e get the point, but he’s getting there-
Anyways so flower au; asty lives and also @hahahaghosty and I are soft for lil ajax :P
I know I always say this, but they were a huge inspiration for this (bc they fuel me w like 75% of my writing ideas lmao-), so thank you a whole lot!! wouldn’t be possible without ya :) they're really fucking awesome, go check out their stuff!! do it- Do It Now-
anyways that all from me for now, thanks for reading :P
(me: check out the tags for some context :) also me: throws way to much shit in them-
just. just read the beginning and end and itll all make sense if u wanna)
#uggggghhhhh I copy-pasted this and it got rid of my italics sadge-#anyways I wanted a flower that meant ‘please don’t go’ or smthn but could’nt find one and didn’t feel like digging too much lol#yes I know lil ajax is not actually a teenager. no I do not care#anyways context?#poli nd odys kidnap/adopt asty. poli dies. euryl thinks they should get rid of asty odys disagrees. they’re both Super Stressed-#(nearly starved to death + Polyphemus + grief)#so they fight. odys has been pushing everyone away bc he wants to do everything himself#so he can protect the friends he has left. this only creates more stress for euryl (shocker)#lil ajax just wants to help out :)#so yeah that’s what’s going on-#listen euryl is soft for his friends 🥺#u can’t change my mind#that doesn’t mean he’s afraid to kick their asses (he will. absolutely). just that w poli the designated Hug Man gone he will step up to#(awkwardly)#offer some good ol comfort :]#…#Me whenever I write literally anything: anyways this is entirely @hahahaghosty’s fault :)#flower au#epic the musical#the odyssey#odysseus#eurylochus#polites#he’s mentioned but also dead sorry-#lil ajax#astyanax#both there for about a sentence lmao#no clue if they actually know polyphemus name but whatever#oh yeah also I’m imagining neither of them have slept for a while aha-#grief/mourning
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