#save himb

[thewigglingrng]

He has been put into limbo

[equestriagirl16]

Hey everybody it’s your favorite boi

[r4t-br4inz]

MEDIC...HE IS DIE... 😢💔

[twistedappletree]

actually hilarious how tough Jin Ling acts but the minute he gets himself into a ✨situation✨ he goes from 😠 to 🥺 in like 2 seconds

[junkalopes]

[dragon-seahorse]

I miss Kunikida...

[shellaxdude]

EVERYONE LOOK AT WHAT @red-hood-redemption DREW FOR ME!!

LOOK AT THE GUY! LOOK AT HIMB! HES AMAZING!

Doesn't this make you want to commission her? Here! Here's her kofi! Or just go to her tumblr and see all of her other pieces! They're fantastic! You should at least check her out! Whatve you got to lose??

[birb--birb]

what do we do when we feel sad? thats right, start a new dragon age playthrough

[tamalesnsuch]

Bond is the best anime dog that sounds like an old man impersonating a dog.

I absolutely adore this damn picture.

It's one of their few pictures that isn't doctored or taken for formal reasons. I just love how it feels like a silly goofy family picture.

Plus Bond being in the center is just perfection.

[stankychee]

I just wanted to save himb. Go chain-smoking goggled ex-employee. GO.

[imcalledwicked]

The dangers of walking around topless with neep nerp piercings.

Poor Mammon... someone save himb

((Reference to a Tiktok. Context 👇🏻))

[ratblazer]

What would happen if we just . . . Put johnno in a bubble? Bubble of joy for the himb?? 🥺 The narrative doom can have everyone else, just save himb!

He'd have fun in the bubble for a little while, but then he'd get bored and upset. He needs to experience The Horrors. For enrichment.

[heavensbled]

The first thing he's conscious of is the warmth tickling his cheek, the tips of his fingers humming, the gentle pulse of his body undulating as he's rustled gently. It's...calming. Familiar. Like everyone he's ever known all at once placing their hands on his body...guiding him. Leading him-

The warmth fades and breathing becomes difficult, impossible at times, the gentility of the moment becomes violent, thrashing, cold sputters against his face and though he tries he can't move to repel it. It's endless. He tosses, he turns, he's rolled over and there's something prickling at his bare skin until-

Hey! Hey!!!! You alright there, brudda?!

Hmm..? Oh- y-

His chest seizes, lungs spasming a warning that if he doesn't breathe he's dead. The whole of his body lurches and for the first time he can move! Rolling over, he coughs up a stomach full of sea water, seaweed clinging to his face, his eyes. Startled, he brushes a hand over his face and peels open his eyes.

"Wh-ere?" It's hard to talk, his throat feels like sandpaper, but Zack does his utmost to survey. Who said...? Oh! He finds himself face to face with a...beach goer? That's...some weird- oh, one sec. His lungs tell him its not over and he hacks up another dribble of water until it feels like he can breathe without his chest sloshing like the waves brushing up against him.

"Ugh..." That's it, he's laying back down. Don't mind him just...just let him sleep it off here...

Plotted starter @heavensbled (Spira needs a Hero!)

"C'mon, get me a good one..." An elderly man raises his fishing pole and casts the line out into the fish abundant waters as he patiently waits for the besaid trouts to catch a whiff of his homemade bait.

Aged amber irises gaze out to sea, licking his dry, cracked lips under the scorching heat. He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand before wetting his mouth via a swig of some unknown substance in his flask.

He sits. And waits.

Long, drawn out moments go by. The sun's rays beat down on his back while his eyes stare down the gentle rolling of waves.

Suddenly he feels a tugging on his line and clambers to his feet. "Boy howdy! This is it! This is gonna be my big catch, ya!" he exclaims, pulling and tugging on his pole. Though, it was like something was fighting him.

The elderly man digs his heels into the worn wooden planks of the docks, pulling his rod with every muscle yet still intact, putting his back into the pull and tug, fighting with the water's current and the fish? on the end of the line.

However, when he's reeled in his catch half way, he catches a glimpse of something black. Something...with arms...legs...and hair...

"Holy mackerel! It's a guy!" and thus the man dives into the water, wading out to hook an arm around the male's limp frame and pull him to shore upon the dry sands.

"Hey! Hey!!!! You alright there, brudda?!" the old man may have to perform CPR on the young lad, but he figures trying to wake him out of his stupor first was the best approach.

[pinkanonwrites]

m.mayhaps a bit of thirsty thoughts on RiD Sideswipe?? he had so much potential amd i luv himb...

Oh absolutely. I really love RID 2015 Sideswipe too! He needs more lovin'.~

I think Sideswipe ping-pongs back and forth between two modes. Mode one is him being an absolute brat, disobeying and teasing and pushing your buttons with the express purpose of being put in his place. Mode two, on the other hand, is him trying really, painfully, obviously hard to impress you. Most of the time he likes the fight but sometimes he just really, really wants your praise. He doesn't know how to ask for it outright, so it usually ends up with him talking big and showing off, peacocking to try and get a sliver of your attention.

And oh does he crave your attention. Sideswipe can't stand when your eyes (or worse, your hands) are on any bot save for himself. He's possessive, and he revels in everyone else knowing that you belong to him and he belongs to you. Despite that, he's not actually super into the risk of getting caught, especially by his team. Not to say he's against the idea of a quick romp in the woods or parked at the back of a drive-in theater (cause he's definitely up for that~), it's just the idea of his teammates specifically catching him in any matter that could be seen as vulnerable that twists his tanks.

He doesn't like the idea of someone driving him around in theory, but BOY does he eat his words once in practice. He can feel everything; the slide of your fingernails along the grooves of his seat stitching, the way your hands wrap and clench around his steering wheel and clutch, or when you drag a teasing touch up and down the rubber seal of his window panes. It all revs him up something furious.

I also think Sideswipe talks a big game, but is incredibly inexperienced. Even if he tries to be more leading or dominant, he either ends up fumbling and letting you take the reins, or getting so praise-drunk and dumb in the processor the minute you start telling him what a good boy he's being.

[himbos-hotline]

Himbs! For the Drabble Ask:

Drabble + the theme of travelling

<3 - Mitch

adam wonders why he's running and what from. He wonders why he runs in his dreams; messy footsteps falling over dark endless land that collapses and tumbles under his feet as a voice, detached from reality screams and yells. Shouts until Adam wakes up tasting his own blood from his own bitten tongue. He wonders why he runs away to half empty bottles of whiskey and state messages from numbers hes long since blocked. He watches the bubbles that dance on his phone as he drains the last of the bottle, its bitter in his mouth and he wonders just why he's scampered away from everything that could save him; maybe a deep part of him was rotten and sour. Maybe God did somehow screw up his first creation and yet dropped him onto earth, prehaps as some sick joke or maybe because even faliure deserves to spend a while in the sun before its destoryed. Even broken pots, discarded cracked up bits of pottery once held flowers so pretty that even birds would press their beaks into them; breathing in the last of the pollen before the petals start to decay.

He barely looks up when his phone vibrates against his bare leg; scans the dim screen and puffs out air between his teeth. Matt's name flashes up again, plays a tune that Adam hasnt heard in a while and yet he finds himself humming along. He waits for Matt to leave a voicemail, he pins his phone close to his ear, hard enough that when Matts half-awake whispered voice echoes through his speaker it buzzes in the backs of his ear.

"I miss you, how about we" He hears Matt breathe in, slowly as if he's planning the next words that come out of his mouth. "For a drive. Just us too? Just like before."

"Just like before." Adam whispers back, swallowing the pressure at the back of his throat as he nods.

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(a muffled "Law! Law! law!" Can be heard coming from inside, who will save himb?)

🥺🥺his rancher,, :D