#just lying there

[softquietsteadylove]

What if the episode of Thenas Mahd Wy‘ry was stronger this time? Gil fighting her and trying to calm her down for many hours? What if Thena wakes up the next day and sees Gil laying and still sleeping beside her, very exhausted and injured. But as soon as she touches one of the deepest wound on his arm his eyes opens but he can’t move because he is sore, exhausted and in pain but trying not to show it to Thena? Her taking care of him and his wounds and him apologizing.

Give us your best hurt,comfort and soft thenamesh :)

Gil pried his eyes open, even that causing a certain amount of ache in him. His bones felt like they were screaming, his skin was on fire from head to toe. He half expected to be faced with the merciless Australian sun, but he was under some sort of canvas. He did his best to look around him, finding a lot more than just barren wasteland around him.

There was a canvas tied over him, to protect him from the sun, not that he could get a sunburn anyway. A linen sheet was thrown over him and there were a few vessels of water sitting around him in no particular arrangement.

They had only gotten the house built recently. They weren't exactly rich in supplies.

"Don't move."

Thena padded over to him, her feet bare in the sand and her hair billowing around her shoulders in the breeze. Her dress danced around her ankles, although it had a few more rips and tears in it from their fight.

She knelt down beside him, holding yet another mug of water in her hands. She leaned over to get a better look at him. She was frowning.

"Hey," he smiled at her, although even that took some effort on his part. He couldn't believe how sore he was--how exhausted he felt. This fight must have really done a number on him.

He could remember it starting like always, him and Thena fighting it out as her eyes washed over. It was a fierce one this time, he recalled. He didn't know what had set her off, but she was as deadly as always. It had taken hours, he knew that. It was much like the fight they had endured when first arriving on this continent.

Thena was silent, as he might have expected. She had never been a talker, and Mahd Wy'ry didn't exactly encourage her to start voicing her feelings.

Gil sighed as she helped tip his head up, letting him lap up just a little water at a time. She laid him down again, and he mustered the energy to turn his head. "How long have I been out here?"

He could practically see Thena trying to force the words out. Sometimes it took a little nudge for them to form properly. He just missed her voice.

Thena looked around, counting the cups she had left beside him instead of bringing back to the house with her. Her lip wobbled faintly before getting out, "four...almost."

Three days he had laid out here. Three days Thena had been caring for him out here, drained of strength and energy just as much as he was, if not moreso. He looked at her again, seeing that anguished expression that came over her after every episode of Mahdness.

His hand felt like it weighed too much for even him, but as soon as it so much as twitched Thena picked it up in hers, eager to see to his every want and need. He smiled, "you been taking care of me?"

She nodded. Her hands tightened around his. "I did this."

"Hey," Gil frowned, but her tears took to the air and hit his skin like rain. He missed the rain.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down at him as if he were already lying in his grave and she had been the one to put him there. This had happened a few times since Tenochtitlan, and their departure henceforth.

He knew it was hard on her. Not just whatever the condition itself made her endure, but he knew that it was hard on her to fight him--to see him like this, by her own doing. He couldn't imagine it. If he woke up from a sleep and discovered that Thena was hurt because of him?

He would rather Arishem just take him away.

"Hey," Gil whispered again, pulling her down to him by letting his hand become heavy again. She leaned over him, her head resting on his chest as she truly and genuinely wept. He moved his other hand to her back, holding her as best he could. His poor Thena. "It's not your fault."

"It is," she whispered again, only because she didn't have the breath to scream. Her hand grasped a handful of his shirt, clenching it desperately.

"Well," Gil paused, rubbing her back. He wasn't going to just lie to her about it. "That doesn't mean you have to cry over it."

Thena at least lifted her head and looked at him. He wouldn't have blamed her for giving him the look she always gave him when he told a particularly silly joke. But she shook her head at him, "it seems all I am able to do for you in this state."

Gil brought his hand up to her cheek in a newfound wave of energy. She held it with her own to support him. "That's not true. I mean, look around."

Thena's eyes dropped again, her other hand still on his chest, "felled by me, you mean?"

"No," he chuckled, determined to wipe that worried look off her face. "I mean look at what you've done for me here."

"You brought all this from the house, right? You didn't have the strength to carry me inside so you set this up, for the sun, and the wind? And you brought me all these cups of water to keep my strength up."

He could imagine her, dragging her heavy feet back and forth and back and forth. Bringing things from the house as needed just for him.

Thena's eyes changed slightly, but he took it as a good sign. "You do so much."

For her--he did so much for her, was what she was saying. She was thinking about how he would care for her after an episode. He would carry her back to bed, or perhaps in front of the fire, let her sleep it off. Sometimes in his arms, if she was still particularly fragile. He would cook her things that were gentle on her stomach and braid her hair for her.

"I'd do it again," he was quick to assert as Thena leaned away from him. He wanted to pull her back to him, to have her settle against his side again. But she tugged up the sleeve of his shirt, then checked his ribs, then prodded his thigh. He groaned as she tested the worst of his sensitivities. "Easy, Sweetheart."

Thena breezed right over the endearment, leaving his clothes rumpled. She turned, still crouched, having to gather a little strength in order to stand properly and make the short trip back to the house.

He was right, she had no more strength than he did after their fight.

She returned with yet another thing of water, but he saw the steam coming off of it. It was boiled. She dropped to the ground beside him again, holding the scalding hot clay in her palms. "It will sting."

And it did. Gil hissed as she poured the boiling hot water over his cuts and wounds. Even if they were made with Cosmic Energy instead of human steel, they were still cuts, and they had to be cleaned. Ajak wasn't here to heal them.

Gil's eyes shot open as he heard the ripping of cloth. He looked over at Thena, but blushed to find her tearing the skirt of her dress apart. He looked back at the sky in favour of the length of long, pale leg staring him in the face. "You don't have to."

Thena ignored him again, using the linen of her dress to wrap around his wounds in place of any real bandages. They really did need supplies--and new clothes, now.

Gil sighed as she wrapped another scrap around the wound on his thigh. Maybe it was for the best to get her out of the dress she had been wearing since Tenochtitlan. He would go out and find her something new--something lighter, for the hot weather, here. Something pale and pretty, just like her.

Thena, now with her knees exposed to the sun, folded them under her and laid over his chest again. "Better."

He nodded, moving his hand to her back again. "We should get you inside."

Thena shook her head before burying herself away from the sun in his chest. "Rest. Here."

"Okay," he sighed, his eyes also falling shut again. Maybe when he woke up again he would have the strength to move them both inside. "Just for a little while."

Thena sighed, all but purring, leaning over him, half seated on the ground beside him and half laid over top of him. She gripped his shirt in her hands, as if scared he could vanish if she didn't. "Just for a little while."

[apollos-boyfriend]

i was cuddling with my boyfriend last night when his shoulder started tensing up (like he was readjusting or gently pushing me off) and when i asked him if he was okay or needed me to move or something he went “no you’re fine, i was just imagining myself pulling a large rope. i didn’t even realize my shoulder was doing that lmao” then refused to elaborate and i have never been as attracted to him as i was in that moment.

[rival-ado]

could have been worse

[desert-rat]

basement remodeling is going well

[pangur-and-grim]

it's so nice to see Pangur getting over her fear and returning to normal. after months of nothing bad happening, she's finally had the brilliant thought of "huh.....perhaps nothing bad will happen???"

yes, pangur, you are living a life of decadence like none other. nothing bad will happen to you.

[sylvs0l]

“You’d turn on me after all we’ve been through?”

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[lettuccine]

pov: you play poker game with marcille

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

[lotus-pear]

bro got dropped on the ground afterwards

[ogeneraloito]

interesting how fords been surrounded by triangles his entire life. looks like ford and bill were always doomed to meet each other

ford did seem to think that he is destined to be in gravity falls, destined to be part of greater things, and bill also thought he was "destined for so much more"

to quote on alex, "that's ford's great flaw, is arrogance. is he believes that there's special people, and everyone else. that human attachments are actually weaknesses. and the song and dance that he’s giving dipper right now, is the song and dance that he gave mcgucket, back when they were younger… ‘you and me are different, we’re better than everyone else. we have a path that no one else can understand, and only us can do this.’"

i think at some point bill really thought ford was the one that UNDERSTOOD him (well, ford did think "why did rudolph not simply kill the other reindeer? he shouldve burned his workshop to the ground"). some of his henchmaniacs didnt seem to actually like bill at all

quick edit for something ive found:

this is from "dreamscaperers", and apparently ford had been dreaming about the cipher wheel for weeks before he even found the cave. enough times that he was even able to perfectly draw the wheel on the journal. bill didnt even know about ford yet.

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it

[screwpinecaprice]

She's not like other girls

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[ruushes]

assorted bat practice... on top of everything he has the audacity to be hard for me to draw

[jay-wasstuff]