#sad comforting hugs but hugs

[st4r-t3ars]

The “How to kill your boss” bookclub

[councillor-roland]

Roland stopped as soon as the word left Rhys' mouth, not at all bothered by having his wrist grabbed or how tight the grip was. In fact, he was secretly delighted and that spark of hope kindled into a real flame. He looked at Rhys and shook his head slightly. "No need to apologize." Being asked to stay was exactly what he'd been hoping for and he couldn't help the smile on his face as he nodded, though he frowned a little at the vulnerability in Rhys' voice. "Of course." He wouldn't dream of leaving, not with Rhys in such a state, not if he could do anything about it.

Rhys was apparently in quite a state as well as the explanation tumbled out, Roland's gaze softening and growing more and more concerned as he spoke. What was Rhys going through, really? It was maddening that he didn't know when just a few months ago he'd known everything that was going on with the witch in rather intimate detail, or at least he thought he had. Now, it was all a mystery and he knew he had no one but himself to blame for that but it still stung. Clearly the witch was very upset about something. Rhys let go of him to rub at his face and Roland wanted to do it for him. "I'm not going anywhere, cheri. It's all right." The pet name was probably a breach but if that was then the next thing he did certainly was. Roland couldn't help it though as he stepped back into the office and pulled Rhys into his arms, cradling him against him and stroking his hair soothingly. Whatever was going on between them could wait, it seemed, as Rhys very clearly needed to be held right now and Roland was more than willing to do it. It soothed Roland too, just to have him near again, to have his arms around him. It had been so long since they'd touched, after all. He held him tightly and didn't ask for more details just let the touch soothe them both for the moment. It felt like something they needed.

“Wait–” the word left him before he even had the chance to think about it. Simultaneously, he’d reached to grasp Roland’s wrist, far tighter than he’d intended to, he realised. The threat of his departure had been too much to bear and he’d acted entirely on impulse. “Sorry– I didn’t mean to–” Rhys cut himself off with a frustrated sigh and loosened his hold but didn’t let go completely, not willing to untether himself from the last available source of familiarity. Now that he’d broached that boundary, he knew he couldn’t step back from it. He mustered up the strength to meet Roland’s gaze again after a pause though it took more effort than he’d ever be comfortable admitting. “…Could you stay?” He loathed the sound of his voice, the vulnerability in it far too raw for one who prided himself on his ability to detach himself from his emotions on command the vast majority of the time, but with barrage after barrage hitting him ever since the night of that godawful soirée, Rhys wasn’t entirely how much more he could take despite knowing things were only going to get worse.

It was a significant challenge to hold Roland’s gaze; he felt far too exposed letting himself be seen like this. Roland had been privy to snippets of the slipping of the mask before – only a handful of times, fortunately – and most instances had been recovered swiftly enough to not require dwelling on. Now, however, Rhys knew there was no way he could be trusted to be left to his own devices. “Everything’s fucked, Ro. I mean majorly fucked and I can’t fix it and I can’t stop it and– I’m scared. I–I don’t know what to do and I haven’t known what to do with myself since you walked out and now everything’s just–” He dropped his gaze sharply and lifted his hand from Roland’s wrist to rub roughly at his eyes, the depths of his premature grief souring into anger towards himself at his inability to remedy Seth’s circumstances. Rolling his shoulders back with a heavy sigh, Rhys glanced up at Roland again, utterly defeated. “I need you to stay– if you can. Please.”

[aprilblossomgirl]

Q said there is a sad puppy here, so that’s why we came.

We Are (2024) | Ep.13

[sysig]

Ah, childhood memories (Patreon)

[sarathrwizard]

Fan art! :)

For 'The Strength In Weakness' Chapter 15

@truths33k3r4, Here's a weeping lil Lotus! :3

[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

(Clips from ep5, ep9, and ep16. Video length 4 minutes 4 seconds)

Originally was gonna just clip ep16 and the start of 5 but then I remembered how they were all being very sweet in their own ways when, you know. Their friendship makes me ill

[signanothername]

Delicate and fragile treasure, just like your little soul

Bonus sketches cause your honor… they’re both autistic af

[ivypond11]

it's been a week and i still haven't recovered </3 so i did a little sketch with this scene between normal and scary because it fucked me up and i need more moments of them comforting and caring for each other

[sc00ch]

I had a really hard day… doodled some sonadow to try and feel better ❤️‍🩹 🥲

[gifs-of-puppets]

Fraggle Rock: Back to the Rock (2022-Present)

[starrylevi]

Better Days ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

You don’t know if it’s the comedown from the meds, your period, or one of your disorders making you feel this extreme sadness but you need this feeling to go away. It’s more annoying than anything. You’re not one to compare anyone’s pain but Levi’s been through an entire war in which he lost his eye, a couple of fingers, and his ability to walk. The war in your head is nothing compared to that. So what you do is you grit your teeth and just try to ride this almost debilitating wave of misery until it’s over.

Of course you’re silly to think that Levi wouldn’t be able to tell something’s wrong. He’s lost some things but he definitely hasn’t lost his perceptiveness.

“Oi…” His tone is soft as he places a hand on your thigh, taking you out of your thoughts. You realize he’s right in front of you and he’s wearing a small frown. When did he get here?

You blink rapidly, your surroundings slowly coming into focus. “Hey.” You reply, your tone also soft but there’s an underlying tiredness in your voice and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

“You okay?” He asks you, giving you the chance to open up and be honest, his eyes looking at you with concern.

You blink a few more times, still in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, I’m just-“

“Don’t do that.” He cuts you off gently. You know what those words mean. You know better than to lie to me. And you do know better. But you also don’t want to burden him.

You give him a tired smile and continue. “Really, Levi-“

“C’mere.” He cuts you off again with a pat to his thigh, beckoning you to sit on him.

“Your legs, Levi.” You remind him, worried your weight on him will put too much pressure on the lower half of his body.

“I don’t care.” He sighs before he grabs you by the waist, surprising you with his upper body strength despite you knowing that he continues to keep himself in shape, especially when it comes to his arms and core. He places you onto his lap and positions you so that you’re sitting bridal style on him in his wheelchair.

“Levi…” You whine, although you let out a slight chuckle as your arms find their home around his neck.

“Mm?” He looks down at you, his eyebrows raised as his arms encircle you.

You roll your eyes playfully as he feigns stupidity.

He gives you a small smirk before his expression softens, concern still present in his eyes. “Seriously, what is it?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses his forehead against yours.

You sigh yourself before your shoulders raise in a defeated shrug as you look back up at him. “I don’t know…I’m just sad.” You give him a glum smile.

And there’s the truth. It hurts him to know you’re feeling this way and there’s no way for him to realistically help. He wishes he can reach inside you and pull all of the negative feelings out. He would swallow them himself if he could. He can deal with sadness but it’s a struggle to watch you deal with it. So for now he tries to help as best as he can through his touch, holding you tight against his chest as he places kisses on your skin. He might not know what to say but he knows how to touch you to remind you of the promise he made to you before the war, of living through better days. You are his better days. They don’t exist without you. But more importantly, you deserve better days. You deserve the laughter, the hugs, and the happy tears. Better days are coming, but they’re also here. And Levi’s willing to go through hell and back to make sure you stay for them.

[st4r-t3ars]

[kennahjune]

Allow Me to Propose Something:

How about, instead of his parents forcing him, Steve actually just? Likes? Sports?

No parental forcing or peer pressure just— he like sports. He likes swimming and basketball and maybe soccer and track.

Steve just liking sports because he’s allowed to have his own interests outside of the Party and older kids.

I always see Steve changing how he dresses and changing his music interests and all this other bullshit in Steddie fics and you know what?

Fuck that.

Steve dragging Eddie to every one of Lucas’ basketball games. Steve watching football and soccer and basketball games with Lucas and Wayne and Eddie silently watching with them because Steve is happy and Wayne is happy and hell— Lucas is happy, so why the fuck not?

Dustin and Mike still being skeptical of Lucas joining the basketball team post-Vecna (especially with Jason now dead and what Andy did to Erica and Lucas’ new ties to Eddie and—) but both of them finally realizing that sports brings just as much joy to Lucas as DnD does. And that’s honestly more than enough.

Steve still wearing his polos and blue jeans and clean white sneakers because that’s his style and how he’s comfortable.

Steve still listening to Wham! and Queen and ABBA and all his other musical interests cause that’s what he likes to listen to and that’s what he finds pleasing to his ear.

Steve having his own interests because he’s his own person and he’s allowed to have his own personality.

Because frankly— fics where Steve changes entirely so he can date Eddie make me really sad.

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

I fully expect the current arc to end with Martha and Henry just drifting apart and never having a honest talk again, but I hope she will at least learn that he lashed out on a military man who was glorifying Martha's death and suffered a life-lasting eye injury for that. I want her to know that not because I want the characters to suffer even more, but because I would want to know that if I were in her shoes

[screwpinecaprice]

It was just a nightmare.

Connie hugging a sad Steven from behind: Doodle for an anonymous tip!

[kairukitsuneo]

Saving the world can be the hardest job.

With you being safe means the world to her.

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

So love yourself and staying safe is the greatest gift you can give a mom.

Happy Mothers Day 🌷💕🫶