#so understanding loving and tender

[ramayantika]

Sometimes I am this very bossy, busy, ambitiously driven woman juggling a hundred different things that I want to do and be good at and then at night when I speak to him I feel like a soft flower who can rest and then start the next day with the golden sunshine

[s0fter-sin]

soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together

ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close

soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask

ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”

soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”

ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”

soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”

“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”

for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see

“i’ll never ask.”

ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection

“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”

[ruporas]

only human

[ID: Two page comic in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The first page has a black background and the upper half, behind the panels, is splattered with stylized red blood, scattered bullets, and lifeless hands. In the first panel, it focuses on Vash's boots, showing him stepping through the panel and into the bloody scene. The second panel shows his bloody footprints and the third panel shows his face, his down-turned eyes looking downwards. It's a neutral, vague expression with confliction. At the bottom of the page, the back of Wolfwood's head and shoulder is seen, blood dirtying the white color of his shirt and side of his face. Vash's hand reaches out to him from the right side of the page.

The second page shows the entire scene in full, half the page in light and the other in solid black. At the center, Vash leans down onto his knees as he wraps his arms around Wolfwood's shoulders into a hug. Wolfwood's back is turned away from the viewer, his left arm holds onto his bloodied punisher and his right hand sits on his lap. Light casts from the left side of the page, showing the bloodied surrounding, but the held up punisher casts a shadow on the both of them, shielding them from the light. END ID]

[ronkoza]

soft cows 🌿

Tórarin belongs to @littleulvar

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Harry and all the animal parallels that follow him through the narrative. It's true that these animal parallels reflect the way that the brutality of individualist moralism strips him of humanity as someone who has fallen through the safety nets, and his agonised shout of 'I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore' can be interpreted as a direct admission of the RCM's dehumanisation of him as a disabled addict who is no longer as 'useful' as he once was. Gottlieb even directly tells him '[he] lost [his] human visage a while back.' Jean calls him 'the most dangerous animal of them all'. The rabid dog that needs to be put down, the black dog (also a common metaphor for chronic mental illness!) that Mollins shoots as it licks its wounds; the scared, hurt, frightened animal lashing out, chewing off it's own leg to escape the trap that it's caught in. The wild dog is all they can see.

But then there is a flipside to these parallels too; a kindness, a gentleness, almost a freedom in Harry’s animal parallels. He's strong like a 'goddamn ox,' like a bear ('I had to kill the bear to become the bear'). He's a harrier hawk, a name given to ensure his safety, raised up to the level of the aerostatics looking down over Revachol, 'soar[ing] on the wings of [his] spirit hawk.' He's a leopard ('its impossible to know where you end and the leopard begins'), discovering or rediscovering a love of softness and sensuality that he'd not known before via the leopard print leotard that 'speaks to the animal inside [him]' and touches on his relationship with his gender ('Yes, this is the type of animal I want to be.').

He's a 'seagull', a bird that will do 'whatever it takes to survive,' a 'bird of paradise' that tells a story of 'endurance- and adaptation' ('You! You and the seagull are just alike!'). He survives, despite everything, despite the grimness of the world around him. He endures. Even the sea monster comparison is oddly kind ('You've become a sea monster -- giant, hidden and... strangely tender at heart'). Even as a monster, he's still gentle; he still has so much love for this world that has wrung every last bit out of him. As if his tenderness is such an inherent part of him that no matter what monstrous face he wears, no matter what creature is there in his shadow, he cannot help but have some trace of it at his core. His tender soul 'quivering like jello.' The pain he feels is raw and animal but so is the love he feels. So is the hope and the fear and the wonder.

[smallest-moon]

your honor im just simply in love with every version of him ♡

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I updated the Cucurucho and Roier timeline post, but it's long and I need people to pay attention to two new details I learned which are driving me insane:

Cucurucho warned Roier about the new bed misclick rule. Roier didn't stream for a few days, and during that time, QSMP made a misclick rule after Mariana and Slime's incident with Leonarda's bed. When Roier came back to the server and after he and Jaiden put Bobby to sleep that day, he did a lap around the castle talking to chat, and when he came back, the entrance to Bobby's room was blocked off and there was a sign that said "DON'T TOUCH YOUR SON." Bobby was fine, but Roier had a feeling it was Cucurucho (and sure enough, he found Cucurucho near the castle a few minutes later) Roier told Bobby he considered Cucurucho a dear friend, and said: "I know I can count on him."

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Although Roier told Cucurucho one of the things he needed to be happy on the Island was more friends, the other major thing he asked for from Cucurucho was love, understanding, and tenderness. Cucurucho joked that he should go to Las Casualonas if he wanted that, but Roier said that wasn't what he was looking for (and besides, he worked there). When he clarified, he said: "I’m the one who gives love, I’m the one who gives love and tenderness, but who gives it to me? Who gives me love? Tell me, who gives me love?"

[lizandreil]

andrew and neil love each other so beautifully, never facing away from each other and their demons, learning to trust when it’s probably one of the hardest thing for both of them.

the way neil trusts andrew to hold all of his secrets secure and not shy away from every ugly truth neil has to reveal. the way andrew trust neil to stop when he needs him to, to shield andrew from the rest of the world when it gets too much. the way andrew trusts neil to watch over his family. the way they are both broken by so many things but so whole for each other. the way they are learning to be tender with each other when they never knew tenderness in their lives. the way neil’s first intention was to let andrew protect him and fight for him and in the end it’s neil who would give up anything to make sure andrew is safe. the way andrew pretends so hard he doesn’t care about anything but he cares for neil so deeply and so intensely it makes him angry with neil because he’s breaking andrews walls. the way everyone called andrew an uncontrollable monster but it was neil who told andrew “i want to see you lose control” perfectly knowing how composed andrew actually is and how much he holds back. the way neil was trying so hard to stay unnoticed and forgotten but was the center of andrews attention since the very beginning. they way neither of them thought they’d have this and get to love and be loved. i just. i just love them so much.

[cashmere-caveman]

shogun ep. 9 is just bisexual suicide speed chess toxic breakup edition

[cutter-kirby]

so like obviously shipping john and arthur is like totally cool but can I just say that to me the fact that they’ll never be romantic is very cool and important. like idk I just like the fact that they are friends, and they don’t need to be anything "more" than that. there’s no push for them to take “the next step” or whatever because they are friends!!!!! and that’s so important!!!! in a world where romance is prioritized and glorified it really means a lot to me to know that my favorite little guys won’t be like that, instead they mean so much to each other as friends!! they love each other!! they are friends!!!

[hecksupremechips]

My madoka magica hot take is I like sayaka/kyoko as a ship more than madoka/homura

[daincrediblegg]

[ohnomalora]

Ossan's Love Returns S01E05

[teabutmakeitazure]

me: there's cinnamon in the tea? ugh I don't like cinnamon in tea.

"you're so picky. you have to go to an unfamiliar house, so what're you gonna do if your mother-in-law likes cinnamon in tea? don't have such preferences. it's not attractive on a girl 😄"

yeah I'm busting my ass off and greying my hair and losing weight at an unhealthy rate for my degree so that a lady who I have never met in my life can dictate my life choices before I even meet her. okay.

[noragaming]

i wonder how hualian had The Conversation. the Sex and Horny one. The One About Xie Lian and The Ethics Sutras, because even though i’ve read a lot (a LOT) of fics about that, i still think it went:

xie lian: hey if i stick it in something i can’t do it cause of the literal hundreds of years of trying to be a dude not “violating” a woman but if someone sticks it in me it’s fine

hua cheng: ….

hua cheng: yea sure

it probably went more like xl:“you take top?” and hua cheng frantically nodding ,,,,, but where negotiation

[sukugo]

i really hate the soft sukuna hc before but with sukugo it just works?! sukuna is the king of douches and i have a hard time seeing him stopping at it but in sukugo it is not hard to imagine he would go softie. it is something for satoru alone.

i could see sukuna just hate fucking everyone else but he would go slow and deep for satoru just to torture him. he would gently fuck him for hours until satoru cries and begs because he wants it hard and fast. satoru wants to be destroyed but sukuna denies him and makes him feel good with a gentleness satoru believes he did not deserve but desperately needs.

then when satoru finally gives in to the softness offered, sighing into the slow rhythm of their bodies, sukuna would suddenly fuck him like there is no tomorrow. he would slam relentlessly into satoru's prostrate to make him keen again and again. sukuna fingers would leave bruises blooming like purple roses all over satoru's hips and thighs. he keeps him spread open as he drove himself sharply and deeply inside satoru.

sukuna enjoys the show satoru puts up under him. his white hair spread like a halo over his head and framed his blue eyes clouded by too much pleasure. tears and drool glistened on his blushing face. his porcelain skin a canvas of blood red vines and blooming purple and blue bruises.

the best part for sukuna was how satoru keeps up with him. his body naturally dances to the rhythm sukuna sets. his cock bounces and weeps in perfect timing with every thrusts. each slap of their skin is highlighted by satoru's sighs and moans. and when the man under him keens and cums, his body bows and tenses so beautifully in harmony.

then sukuna would slow their pace again with satoru following obediently like a dancer enslaved to his patron. he would grind inside him for minutes before thrusting shallowly in demand for an encore. satoru would groan and cry but he would still welcome his demand to perform once more.

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