#manly hug

[ded-inside-anonymous]

I think (American) football is just a whole bunch of touch starved grown men who want a hug and don't know how to ask for one so they just tackle each other instead because it's basically a manly hug

[triglycercule]

explodes them ALL... what time is it??? DESIGN TIME

i got too lazy to color anybody else fully aside from the mtt you can explode me now too

[zivazivc]

a collection of old doodles and forgotten wips

[singularobject]

bonus usopp thumbnails just for u

eepy

[dollopole]

Let’s not all forget that the only time Merlin even dares to hit Arthur back, we don’t know what happens next.

But we can guess.

[hanitje]

💔

[der-tastenfickerficker]

Till smiling ❤️

Till laughing🧡

Till goofing around💛

Till huging💚

Till kissing💙

Till enjoying himself💜

🖤Till🖤

[featherlight-touches]

YOU yes you.

You're awesome. Have a good day or else you wonderful kiwi 💖

me?? I'm just a little guy.... you're amazing... HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OR THERE WILL BE TEARS. 💚

[the---hermit]

I think you would appreciate this- I'm an adult with an adult job teaching itty bittys but I'm sitting on my couch sobbing over Boromir's redemption and death and then Aragorn wearing Boromir's bracers for the rest of the movies and books to honor him.

-Toddler Teacher Anon

Anon hello this got lost into my notes for a while, i'm sorry

I FEEL YOU SO HARD

I have been waiting for my brother to have our yearly rewatch of lotr and honestly i might just do one by myself and then another with him because I have been waiting for WEEKS and i need my comfort movies rn.

That scene is absolutely devastating and the way Aragorn gives him his last goodbye always makes me so emotional.

[scarysanctuary]

im currently thinking about when Rhys said that he assumes people make fun of his voice behind his back and that he doesnt mind, but like, I mind, because i love his voice, its a personal friend of mine in fact.

[luminouslotuses]

they love him for his bisexual swag (<-parappa the rapper)

[hydrasaura]

i think this is why a part of me is also overly protective of arthropods and reptiles

besides the fact that spiders literally helped me keep bullies at bay so i'm forever in debt to them

creature in fiction: *is portrayed as bad and mean*

8 year old me: but what if there was a good and nice one :0

[unladielike]

[ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace ((OOC: Mizumachi is the type to give hugs as a greeting))

          CARING PROMPTS. » still accepting!

    Maybe it was due to the fact she was still a bit groggy from her... late night activities last night, but the moment both his arms snaked their way around her, a loud gasp would fling past Vivian's throat, because the last thing she expected so early on during the morning was to receive a friendly hug from Mizumachi. Rather than return it, however, she would just stand there with her arms awkwardly hovering in mid-air while letting his pleasant warmth sink it's way through her body; after all, she only just sleepily told him 'Good morning!', meaning as far as she was concerned, she hadn't done anything to really warrant one.

    Still, it admittedly felt nice, being embraced by an individual so much larger and muscular than her, her eyelids would soon gradually flutter shut as her nose remains smooshed against his chest. "U-Um... thank you?" came her eventual mumble as she slowly positions her palms over Mizumachi's back. "But you know, Kenny, if you don't let me go, I might just end up falling asleep in your arms..." Vivian then adds, for this was truly way too comfortable, she nearly found herself forgetting about how she still had to make herself a cup of coffee downstairs.

@fightingthetides

[paradox-astrum]

KarTav ❤️🧡

some kartav.... tavkar? w/e

[kirbmey]

⠀⠀ ཐི ˚̣̣̣ ⠀⠀ husband!sylus x reader ⠀ ˚̣̣̣ ཋྀ

synopsis: where you sneak into sylus office looking for him cuz you miss him so so much! ε٩(๑> ₃ <)۶з

tw: fluff, sylus is called ‘husband’, reader is especially femenine and shy, usage of ‘kitten’, sylus smokes, he’s sickly in love!, etc.

you know you weren´t supposed to be walking around the house so late, but you were completely restless without your husband holding you tightly while you tried to sleep.

walking around the empty halls while heading to sylus office you yawn; you´ve been trying to sleep for a few hours now, even tried watching your favorite movie or holding your plushie while counting sheep but nothing worked.

so you were left with only one option, looking for him.

he stated a few times that you mustn´t disturb him while he worked, him being the busy business man that he is.

but that didn´t stop you from reaching the pome of the door, hesitant between wether you should open it or not.

once you made up your mind you swang the door open, peeking your head through the small gap to catch a glimpse of your beloved reading some documents while sipping on his favorite expensive wine. he was wearing those glasses you loved, also.

“just come inside, would you?", he stated, not even lifting his gaze to spot you standing in the middle of the room. he relocated his silver frame glasses on top of the bridge of his nose, scooting the big leather armchair aside so you could sit on his lap as you were accustomed to.

“i´m sorry, sylus, i just can´t sleep tonight." you mumble an apology while straddling him, hugging his broad shoulders and hiding your now blushed face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his manly scent.

“that’s okay, kitten. i was about to wrap it up here and go to bed with you, so impacient, aren´t you?" he teased with a low voice, chuckling when he heard you whine against his pale skin.

he left those documents aside, sipping the last drop of his wine and took off his glasses, placing them on the table. then, he grabbed you by the hips, holding you like a baby koala while he walked to your shared bedroom, feeling your breath slowly calm down.

he tucked your little body underneath the warm comforter, heading to the big glass window to open it and move the curtains aside, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, sitting on his designated reading nook while staring at you.

puffing the smoke out the window so the smell wouldn´t linger inside the room, he took in every single detail about the scene in front of him; how you fell asleep so quickly in his arms, how you placed your head on his pillow, how your locks framed your face.

once he was done with the cigarette he brushed his teeth, taking note of the late hours. sure, he didn´t need to sleep, but drifting away while holding you was one of the best feelings in the world to him.

he was so in love with his little cherub (｡´ ‿｀♡)

a/n: been thinking about writing for arcane too idk idk (๑•́ -•̀)

— masterlist.

[specsthesecond]

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You live alone in the woods, really close to the border between Human territory and Orc territory.

You live a life of solitude. Though the loneliness can get to you, overall, you enjoy the quietness. Mostly.

This winter has been brutal, possibly the coldest you've ever endured. Hunting has been particularly hard. Perhaps that's why you thought the ice would hold as you cut a fishing hole in the middle of the frozen over lake.

They say love makes you do stupid things but hunger is the real mind melter. Before you get a chance to scream, the ice cracks and you plunge right into the deathly cold water hiding beneath the ice.

You manage to frantically pull yourself out of the water and onto thicker ice but you can't do anything other than hyperventilate and tremble violently on the frigid surface. You can't will your limbs to move, a stinging numbness renders you immobile. Is this really how you die? Trembling in a fetal position as your enzymes slowly collapse.

In your panicked haze, you can see a blurry figure slowly coming towards you from the Orcish territory. This only makes your fight or flight go into overdrive and currently neither option is viable. The only warmth you feel are the tears seeping out of your eyes and freezing on your wet cheeks. You close your eyes, trying desperately to calm your breaths so you at least die with dignity.

And then you feel warmth. Warmth engulfs your shaking hands and you open your glassy eyes. You have to squint but you can make out the manly features on the stranger's green face. The fear that spikes in you at the sight of an orc so close and the comforting warmth of his hands covering yours create a very confusing contradiction.

You can do nothing as the giant beast lifts you into his warm arms, You can do nothing but convulse and heave as he starts running into the woods, further into Orcish territory and further away from your home.

You try and see where you're going but the whole thing is a blur, before you even realise it you're looking around what you assume is the orc's home. Cobblestone walls, small living area, couch, carpet, fire.

Fire.

Your shaking fingers try to grip the orc's fluffy coat, you would crawl across miles of broken glass just to get closer to that fire. Luckily, you don't need to do that because the stranger brings you closer to the fire and starts undressing you, struggling to pry the heavy drenched layers from your soaked body. You barely have it in you to be bashful or scared, you just need the fire. You need to crawl into the hearth and lay there forever.

He strips you of everything but your underpants, what a gentleman, and takes his top layers off as well, leaving him in only a tunic and pants. He grabs a thick wool blanket from the couch and throws it over your still trembling body. He then bundles you up in his massive arms and scooches as close to the fire as safely possible.

You try and stretch your feet out to the fire, desperately needing to gain feeling in your toes again. If you can't walk, how will you hunt or forage or live. You would have burnt both your feet in the flames if it wasn't for the orc grabbing your ankles and tucking your feet into the blanket with a huff.

The orc hugs you to his chest and rubs your back as you shiver, warm hand softening the goose flesh and lulling your frightened body into a more calm state. It takes a while before your breathing evens out enough to drift off in the warm embrace of this stranger.

You resolve that whatever problems are waiting for you when you wake will be better dealt with after proper rest and recovery.

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