#j. hurt

[katiefrog217]

Fraternizing

[hamsterdads]

thinking of home

[onionninjasstuff]

[thepersonalwords]

You break me the hardest, make me the strongest, and keep me the softest.

Coco J. Ginger

[surielstea]

Read to me

1k celebration request!

Pairing: Rhysand x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is injured and Rhys takes care of her :)

Warnings: mention of injury, all fluff though, Drabble, hurt/comfort

1k words

The door swings open, revealing a sleep-deprived Rhysand and a tray of my favorite food. I smile softly up at him as he kicks the door shut behind him. "Rhys," I say, my grin widening as he attempts to mirror it. But ultimately fails due to the crease between his brows, only resulting in what looked like a pained grimace across his face.

"Hi darling," He replies, his voice tender and honeyed.

"Finally off work?" I ask as he settles the tray beside me.

"Finally off work," He nods with a stifled sigh. Being the High Lord of the court attempting to hold everyone together was a straining job, especially without his High Lady. I offered to do some work, at least remotely but he refused to let me even think about the idea.

"I don't know how you manage without me," I say, my smile faltering as I attempt to sit up. I wince at the sharp pain in my abdomen, my freshly sewn-up torso stretching at the movement.

"Gods, let me help you." He slips his arms under my back and lifts me from the mattress, propping me up on a tower of pillows pressed to the headboard.

"Rhys," I grip his wrist and he winced, feeling my pain second-handedly. I've been too weak since my injury to decipher which parts of his mind I should shut him out of, and he told me he'd rather feel my pain and stay connected to me than be shut out entirely.

"I know," He whispers. "I know it hurts baby," His voice is raw as he speaks, hands soothing over my back as I recline into the pillows.

"Eat something and then you can take more medicine alright?" He brushes a hand through my hair. I nod and he settles the tray over my lap.

I smile down at the meal, tucking my hair behind my ears and away from my face as I begin to eat.

Rhys sits in a chair at my bedside, observing me occasionally, but ultimately choosing not to interact with me in an attempt to preserve my strength.

"How was your day today?" I ask anyway and his brows raise a fraction.

"Don't waste your energy," He says with a shake of his head and I frown.

"Talk to me, I haven't seen you all day, please," I practically whine and his features soften, his violet eyes scanning over my begging features.

"It was, long," He shrugs, leaning back in the chair he's been sitting in for the past three nights. "Like it always is when you're not around," He props his legs up onto our bed and I roll my eyes.

"I told you I'm willing to work—" I try but he cuts me off.

"And I told you not until you're better," His drawl made me glare at him stubbornly. He sighed and reached forward, his fingers intertwining with mine. "It's my fault you're hurt," He muttered like the admission was the greatest fault of his life. "I shouldn't have let you go out there, shouldn't have—" He continued but it was my turn to interrupt him.

"I'm a Valkyrie, Rhys," I look at him with a pointed gaze. "One of your best warriors, it'd be a mistake to not put me out there with the others," I claim and he rubbed at his eyes with his free hand, unable to stomach it. "And I'm fine, a little scratched up but I'll heal," I smile, running my thumb over the back of his palm.

"I love you," He says, his voice soft and tired. I smile cheekily.

"I love you too, Rhysie." I lean in, puckering my lips dramatically. He shakes his head with amusement before meeting my mouth with his and giving me a soft peck, his hand coming to my cheek. "You're too good to me," He murmurs, inclining his position so his forehead rests against mine.

"Nonsense," I whisper, pecking his lips quickly once more, pulling away as quick as I came.

"You finished eating?" He asks and I nod, leaning back into the pillows with a huff as he takes the tray and places it on the bedside table. I shift down beneath the blankets, looking up at his gleaming eyes as he reaches into my mind and soothes whatever pain I might have been enduring from my sudden movement.

I yawn, my body exhausted from rapidly healing itself back together.

"Can you read to me tonight?" I gesture to the bookshelf across the room, lined with books of all different kinds, the variety enough to satiate any need.

"You're tired baby," He shakes his head and I frown, attempting to guilt trip him.

"Please?" I whisper. "Your voice helps me sleep," I explain and I watch as he physically gives in, his shoulders slumping as he stands, approaching the bookshelf.

"Which one for tonight, my love?" He asks, taking in the entire wall of colorful, broken spines.

"The blue one, to your right," I flick my hand, knowing the entire shelf by heart. He smiles and plucks the novel from its place before returning to my side.

"I swear we've read all of these at least twice," He murmurs, opening the book and flicking through its familiar pages.

"We need new ones, my birthday is coming up," I say with a suggestive smile, pumping my brows.

"If you think I'm getting you books for your birthday, you're sorely mistaken," He said and I grumbled a curse, matching it with a frown. "No— I mean, I'll buy them for you anyway." He rushed to say and my lip twitched upward, but I still wasn't fully satisfied.

"How about once you're better we'll go to the book shop and you can pick out as many as you want?" He suggests and I nod with a pleased grin. "Alright, lie down," He waves his hand at me and I do as he says, my blankets up to my chin as I stare up towards him. "You better be asleep by the end of this chapter." He crosses a leg over the other and I nod, knowing well that I have no intentions of sleeping anytime soon. After an eye roll at my devious expression, he begins to read.

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[nikki-rook]

from page to screen - Good Omens

[respectthepetty]

Great is a 30-year-old man, but episode seven of Wandee Goodday could've told me he was a 19-year-old child, and I would've went with it.

Because every time Yak looked sad, I was thinking about how the world was hurting Yei and Cher's only child. Their precious son was in pain!

And each time he was dealt another blow, he looked younger in my eyes. Here he is as a 15-year-old.

When Yei pulled him up by his shirt and threw the boxing gloves behind him, he was 12.

I have baby-fied this man, and the SECOND he said "Doc" in that tiny little voice the way he did, I would have given him EVERYTHING he wanted!

If he wanted a bouncy house, he would get a bouncy house. If he wanted fideo, I would've gotten up right then and there and made him fideo. If he just wanted to put his head in my lap and cry, I would've gotten a cramp in my leg because I wouldn't have moved until he was ready to get up as the little space-themed night light glowed in his room.

Yak is now tesorito (my little treasure).

And only Kao can come over to the house.

The rest of y'all are on notice for hurting mi cielo.

[uter-us]

this sunday, it was dissapointing to see how easy it was for the boys to run around and get their energy out outside, but for the little toddler girls in impractical frilly puffy dresses and impractical shoes, it's an obstacle for their play.

the girls', clothes are made to be seen in as opposed to being made to be worn, unlike the boys which are still nice for easter but they dont have to trip over the edge of a skirt or dress, or have their shoes fall off or pinch their toes when running, they can move and play freely.

it's a problem too cuz when toddlers don't get that energy out, they get irritable and pitch fits, so then the boys look like easy kids, and the girls difficult. let the girls run around!

female subjugation starts from birth. these girls are praised for being beautiful in their dresses, while also learning they cannot play in them. this correlation will not be lost on them especially as they grow up. "If i want positive attention from the important people in my life (like my congregation), this is what i do." the whole "beauty is pain" narrative, while not incorrect, is often viewed as normal and a justified fact of life, like "beauty IS pain and thats just how it is! oh the things us women go through to look pretty haha!". stop teaching girls that their beauty is WORTH pain, because it's not! they should never sacrifice to look attractive.

if half the congression can dress both formal and practical, so can the other half. don't handcuff little girls to femininity at the cost of their happiness and energy and play.

[basketcasebetty]

Stippling on 86 lb paper with Sharpie marker

1941

[tenthrees]

Look at you, you’re gorgeous.

[hearts401]

Tessa fucks me up dude can I just talk about her for a sec? Yeah? Yeah.

She loved those drones. She loved them because they were what she had. She felt sympathy for them when nobody else did. And I like to think there was a little bit of loneliness motivating her as well.

Her mother hated her. She was nothing to her. When her mother scolded her by saying "seems you still can't follow simple orders" her respone was "No, no no! Please!" BEGGING. Begging her mother to believe in her and be kind to her. She got chained up in her room (multiple times btw. At leas tthats implied. the hand she winced at and rubbed is the same hand the chain was on, which means shed be chained up long enough for it to rub her skin painfully. long enough to leave lasting pain.)

She is very connected to these drones, to the point where she kept all the error drones aroud because she LOVED them. She spent time digging them up. HELL SHE TOOK A FAMILY PHOTO WITH THEM DUDE...

Even when Cyn was creepy and scary, she kept her around. She'd rather lock Cyn up than get rid of her. and when n points it out, shes apologetic and hesitant. But we know WHY she did that. Even if it was kind of a sucky move, it was because she didnt wanna have to throw cyn out. and in the end that killed her.

Also she knows J well enough to know what sets her off (enough to. bite the shit out of a chain). She knows them. and she loves them.

I wish we'd gotten to know more about her an N. why is he so clearly her favorite? but thats not relevant ig

also her saying "I've only ever yakked to robots, J!" She has NO human friends. she has nobody to support her other than these robots. these robots who get treated like garbage by her family.

and then she has to watch these robots turn on her. Not just THESE ROBOTS but the three that she loved most. (also im going off what wouldve happened in ep 5 WITHOUT uzi, where n doesnt get out of the swamp, and nobody goes down to the basement)

V first, then Cyn, then J. And we KNOW she loved these three+N especially bc she took a family photo w them, interacted with them more often, and generally just seemed much closer with them.

and what does she get for it? killed. And also its implied by this screenshot that she wasnt ACTUALLY killed by cyn right then

(the scientists, the sword beside her, the footprints, the way shes sitting against the wall, the expression she has. she totally just saw all that shit)

and she cant have been skyn bc the scientists wouldve known. the skinsuit wasnt exactly. hm. pretty.

which means she DID see her whole family+more slaughtered in front of her while she was powerless to stop it. She DID see J violently kill everyone around her. She DID see Cyn kill everyone. And she just has to. Deal with that. And despite all her efforts, the solver took over and cyn killed her. (im assuming tessa died somewhere around when n's mineshaft flashback was like i mentioned b4)

and all the while she was convinced shed lose N, id assume. based on the state of the other drone out there.

And honestly, i think what she got was worse.

also i am team "N knew Tessa wasn't the same Tessa he knew back on Earth"

The way he looked at her, and the way he was suspicious of her. He knew HIS Tessa would never treat a drone like this. Cyn has been known to have relatively shitty recreations of people at times (like Thad in episode two) But even so there was no way he could believe it was someone else (like. who would it be? he saw her blood he heard her voice like...) which is why he was so stressed after killing her (when he leaned on his sword and was breathing heavy, yk?)

he loved her and she loved him and now shes dead. just like everyone else he loved.

this isnt about n but like. idk if tessa could see him now i think shed cry. she loved him and all of them

[nonranghaes]

heads up! reader is mentioned to be close to chris in age, give or take :)

chris chuckles at the groan you let out as he massages your back. you'd been complaining about your back for the past few days (without thinking about it--just a passive 'ah, fuck, that hurts' and he'd almost always offered a massage when he heard it), and he's finally told you to lay down and let him take care of you for a bit. he kneads at your back. "that bad, huh?"

"i'm old," you whine back. "don't make fun of me."

"oh, you're old?" he chuckles. "really?"

"i'm ancient. i'm withering away." you can hear him snort a little as he kneads at a knot in your back, earning another whimper. "i found a gray hair last week."

"wooow... i guess we're both ancient, huh?" he chuckles. "we're almost the same age, you know."

"did i lie?"

he gently swats at your side, giggling as he kneads your back. "i'm telling seungmin you're old, too."

"i mean it, chris," you turn your face. "i feel like i'm wasting away to nothing. my old, brittle bones are turning to dust--"

he ducks down, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. "did you really find a gray hair?" when you don't answer, he plants another kiss right next to the first. "aw... you're old."

the way he says it, all teasing and sing-song-y, makes you giggle. "nah... can't be," you muse aloud, eyes fluttering shut as chris's hands are heaven against your spine. "gotta grow old with you first."

"yeah?" he leans around to press a kiss against your cheek. "i like that idea, actually."

"yeah... i figured you would."

[aceofwhump]

Good Omens 2x06

[gomzdrawfr]

a purely self indulgent comic of me visiting the 141 and gifting them present

Gaz - Camera

Ghost - Baymax

Price - Christmas baked goods

angst and mcd ahead :3

Soap - candy cane dagger and bluebells

good night and happy holidays folks

[hellcat8908]

Safe Now Cassian x Female Reader (Rewritten)

Warnings: Violence, Mention of Torture, Hurt/Comfort

They kept you in complete darkness, forcing you to lose all sense of time. You had tried to remain strong, but after hours of endless torture, they had broken you. They kept asking you questions that you didn't know the answers to, but they didn't believe you. The little clothes you had left were stained with your blood. "Still refusing to tell us the truth? The loyalty to your high lord will be the death of you, girl." The one who has been interrogating you sneers. "I swear I don't know anything." You plead. The leather lashes your back, cutting into your already raw skin. A gutteral scream escapes your lips.

Finally, darkness overtakes you as you fall unconcious. You wake back in your cell, an iron shackle around your ankle, only allowing you to move 3 feet in any direction. As soon as you move to stretch, you're full of pain as the scabbed over cuts pull apart, reopening them. You stay curled up on the dirt floor and wait. Either wait for death or wait for them to come back for more. You've given up either way, as the last hope fades from your mind.

The sound of metal clashing fills the air as guards run past your cell towards the commotion. You shrink further into yourself as the fighting grows louder the closer it gets. Minutes pass, and it's suddenly quiet. You close your eyes as you retreat further into yourself. The silence is shattered by the loud hinges as your cell door creaks open. You hear the footsteps before some touch you. You find what little energy you have and lash out at them. Your body aching as you pound their chest, having no strength left.

"Love, y/n, it's me. You're safe." You hear the words from Cassian as a sob racks your body. "No, this is a cruel trick. He isn't coming for me. It's been too long." You say through tears as strong arms finally grip you, keeping you from striking. His heart breaks at your words, but he needs you to see it's no trick and he is there. "Love, it's really me. Open your eyes and look at me." Your eyes remain shut, trying to stop the tears and block out this new torment. "Why must you torment me so? Just leave me to here to die." As the last words pass your lips, you fall unconcious in Cassian's arms.

The warmth on your face wakes you up, temporarily blinded by the sunlight streaming into the room. You bolt upright, not remembering how you got here or when. "Easy, love. You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you." Cassian says as he moves from the chair to the edge of the bed. "H-how long was I-did they..." You can't bring yourself to finish the question. "6 days." Cassian says solomnly. "It took 6 days for us to find you." He says, letting the anger and pain seep into his voice. You go to get out of bed, but Cassian stops you. "You need to rest. You've been through a lot, and your body is still trying to heal." He says. "I need to get up and move, I need to be outside and not in this suffocating room." You tell him.

"Rest a little longer, please." He says as he slowly reaches for your hand so he doesn't startle you. "Cass, please." You plead as your breath quickens and your pulse races. He carefully picks you up and takes you outside on the balcony. He sits you on one end of the bench as he sits on the opposite, giving you space. Eventually, you manage to calm your breathing as you take in the fresh air and the warmth of the sun. You meet his gaze and turn away, unable to stand the way he is looking at you. "Please don't look at me like that." You tell him quietly. "And how am I looking at you?" He asks curiously. "Like i'm some fragile thing that will break at any moment." You answer.

"I don't think you're going to break. I think you're going to survive and thrive." He says as he looks at you. "I've already broken." You say as you meet his eyes, "they broke me in a matter of hours. It didn't matter that I didn't know the answers to their questions. They just kept breaking me for 6 days." You say with embarrassment and pain. "You deserve a stronger mate." You tell him. He slides closer to you on the bench, gently taking your hand. "You are the perfect mate for me, and nothing will ever change how I feel about you." He says as he gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

"I will do whatever it takes to make sure you don't feel broken anymore. I will be here for you every step of the way, my love." He says sincerely. You can't help but climb in his lap and bury yourself in his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as he gently rocks you. "I'm sorry it took so long to find you, love. I want you to know I will never give up on finding you, no matter what I will come for you." He whispers in your hair as he rests his head on yours. "I believe you." You answer quietly, finding comfort in being surrounded by him. You're finally safe.

You shiver in his arms as the sun starts to fade. "Wait here." He says before scooting you off his lap and disappearing inside. He comes back with a blanket and wraps it around you before pulling you back into his lap. "Better?" He asks. "Much better." You say as you snuggle into him. "Are you ok? We can go inside if you want." You offer. "I'm alright. We can stay out here as long as you'd like." He tells you. You gaze up at the stars, starting to shine as the sun sets lower. "I missed this the most, seeing the stars with you. When they first started torturing me, this is what I thought about to help ease the pain." You admit quietly.

"We can sit out here all night and watch the stars if you want." He says, resting his head on top of yours. "What about you? What do you want?" You ask him. "This, to have you in my arms warm and safe. Just to hold you and love you." He says with a smile before kissing you. "I'm yours to hold and kiss for all eternity." You say with a smile. "I can never get enough of your smile, my love." He admits. You snuggle into him further, "You make me so happy." You say. "Make a wish." He says as a falling star crosses the sky. "I have everything I could wish for right here." You answer with a kiss to his lips.

[avisaurea2]

The Human among The Celestials. Not fitting anywhere, but nonetheless giving meaning to everything.