#they’re my kids your honor

[manwrre]

headcanon billy is a goner for casual acts of intimacy. i know this because he mentioned it to me earlier, duhhhh.

but i mean, steve’s his first boyfriend, right? his first real, holding hands and not just sneaking around in questionable places to makeout kinda boyfriend. they freaking live together for christ’s sake and yet, every time he notices the silent ‘i love you’s that steve seems to leave him, he’s left a little shy and a little stripped bare. a little stupefied and blushing and head over heels.

like, steve’s always touching him?? in whatever way. if they’re out in public, he’s bumping his shoulder against billy’s and walking close enough that their arms brush. and when they’re with the party, he’s guiding billy into the space with a hand hidden at the small of his back or one beneath the diner’s table, on his thigh. his mouth is always just a touch too close to billy’s face when he leans forward and his lips, practically touching billy’s ear whenever he’s being snide or particularly funny in secret.

he packs billy’s lunch and pays for his gas and makes sure he gives him the heated towels that he likes so much. he washes his hair and buys his favorite cologne and shampoo and stuff just because ‘i noticed you were almost out’. and steve celebrates every single milestone in their relationship— monthsaries, anniversaries, first kisses, first time they held hands, first time they said i-love-you-saries and billy reciprocates it all; is floor by it all. he’s never known that he could be loved so deeply and so wholly.

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Downtime Pt 2

[almendriww]

She got a review of her magic shop!

[amessformiles]

they’re in love, your honor 🤷

[mothpendragon]

Locked in and made this in like 2 hours. Believe it or not this is only my second ever edit so hopefully it’s good

@kyri45

Song is a cut snippet from Epic the Musical

[the-broken-pen]

love your writing yo can I ask for a little hurt-comfort mlm

“Oh. Oh. That’s—that’s a lot of blood,” the voice above him sounded strangled, like they were choking on every word.

The hero cracked an eye open, dizzy and cold and tired, and hummed something that could have been an agreement.

“Hey,” he said, voice raw, and his friend stifled a sob as they collapsed onto their knees at his side.

Their hands pressed hesitantly against the wound, and they were trembling. His hands were slick with blood. It took everything in them to drag them, shaking, to rest on top of his friends, and press down hard.

The pained noise he made caught in the back of his throat. Just barely.

“You have to press harder,” he managed. The pain had swelled to something almost unbearable. He was drowning in it, to the point where it was almost the kind of pain where it became something wretched, something else that swallowed you whole. “The bleeding, it—“ he had to stop, gasping for a breath.

His friend had started crying, but they pressed harder, dutifully. He loved them for it.

“I don’t know what to do,” they sobbed. “You don’t do hospitals. What do I do.”

He let go of his friends hand, digging for his pocket. His grip slipped the first two times; he managed it on the third, sliding his phone onto his stomach.

“Speed dial,” he offered, and closed his eyes before the look on his friend’s face made him vomit.

“Speed dial? Speed dial. Okay. Okay,” his friend said. “It’s fine. Everything is fine.” He was certain his friend wasn’t saying it to him. Their free hand scrambled for his phone.

By the time they managed to get it to ring, the world around him had turned into something muffled and cotton around him.

“You? You’re his speed dial—don’t…I don’t know what….bleeding…not responding…please, just….”

A crack cleaved the air, the smell of ozone suddenly stronger than the smell of his own suffering, and then a hand was replacing his friend’s. The other found the side of his face, thumb curving under his jaw.

“Hey,” and oh, he knew that voice—something raw in his chest eased. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

He managed, just barely, and the villain peered down at him.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“You’re bleeding out,” the villain said, and it was the softest he’d ever heard him. “You need care, or you’re going to die. Can I move you?”

Do you trust me?

“Always,” he tried, but it came out weak and desperate.

The villain pressed harder, and he keened high and pained in the back of his throat. On instinct, his hand darted up to the villain’s wrist, latching on too tight for anyone without superpowers to handle. The villain didn’t flinch.

“You’re okay,” the villain murmured. His thumb brushed over the hero’s jaw, soothing.

There was something the hero was forgetting—

“My friend,” he choked out. “Where—are they—where—“ he struggled to sit up, and the villain simply guided him back down.

“They’re fine,” the villain promised. “I sent them home. Maybe a little traumatized, but they’re okay.”

“Okay.” The hero nodded to himself, or he tried, or he didn’t. “Okay. They’re okay, okay, I’m—“

“Okay,” the villain finished for him, and even half sick in pain the hero could tell he was intentionally keeping his voice easy. “You’re okay. You’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

His hand shifted underneath the hero’s back.

“Breathe for me?” The hero tried, and managed a half wheeze. The villain just nodded. “Good. This is gonna suck.”

His other hand wormed its way underneath the hero’s knees. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision, and the villain stared at him. Barely disguised concern was written into every inch of him, like the only thing his bones could remember was panic. For him.

The villain was scared for him.

That was bad.

“What’s going to suck—“

The villain hauled him upwards, and his vision went white.

He woke up some time later, chest heavy and head floating somewhere above his body.

He hummed something that might have been a question, and the villain was above him in an instant.

“Are you in pain?”

The hero blinked at him for a moment. Mostly because he couldn’t really remember how to do anything else. The world felt sluggish. A second delayed behind normal. Which should have been concerning, panic worth and world ending, but it simply just…was.

“No,” he said finally, and his voice sounded weird. His throat ached, separated from him by a wall of warmth. “I was screaming?”

The villain swallowed, hard, and the hero managed to drag his gaze down to the needle and thread clutched in the villain’s hand.

“Yeah.” The villain sounded like he was choking on the words. “You were screaming.”

He opened his eyes whendidheclosethem and peered upwards again. He was on a couch. Or a bed? Bed, he decided a second later. The villain was kneeling next to him, and there was something soft tucked around his legs. He went to sit up, look down at his stomach; the villain’s hand came up to rest on his forehead, gently keeping him down. He must have made some noise of displeasure, because a moment later, the villain’s hand carded through his hair.

“Easy,” he murmured, focusing back onto the hero’s side. He heard the snip of thread; the sound of the villain throwing something onto a side table without care.

“What did you give me?” The hero’s tongue felt thick in his mouth.

“Lots,” the villain said.

“Lots,” he said back, managing to sound more incredulous than he actually cared to feel at the moment, and the villain snorted. “Haven’t heard of that one before.”

“Had to make something special for the boy wonder,” the villain smoothed a hand down his side, and the hero half leaned into it. Mostly he managed to sink further into the mattress. “You burn through shit fast, you know?”

The hero did know. He knew very well, unfortunately.

“Thanks,” he managed. His head lolled to the side without his permission, resting against the villain’s arm.

“You’re going to pass out again,” the villain informed him. He made a noise in the back of his throat that could have meant anything. The villain seemed to understand regardless.

Am not, he tried to say.

The haze of medication and blood loss stole him first.

The next time he woke, he was half sprawled against the villain’s side. Something cold was set onto his cheek, and he reached up to remove it, hand clumsy. The villain caught it before he managed to remove anything.

“You spiked a fever,” he said quietly. “I just got it back down. That’s probably why you woke up. How are you feeling?”

That was…a lot.

“No pain,” he said eventually. He thought he felt the villain give a heavy sigh of relief.

The world was clearing itself up bit by bit, settling the furniture back into the correct places until it no longer felt like things were sliding around him.

The villain’s hand was back into his hair again.

“Good,” the villain said, but the hero wasn’t really sure it was meant for him.

Something in his chest loosened.

“I thought I was going to die,” he admitted, and he wished his tongue was still numb, because the villain stilled, hand curled in his hair.

“That’s not what you told your friend.”

And yeah, the hero half remembered the pieces of that. A promise he was okay. Everything would be fine. He was always fine, wasn’t he? How strongly do you have to will to will someone to stay. Exactly how many pounds of force does it take to stop someone from bleeding out—

There was a chill curling itself around his ribs.

“I thought I was going to die,” his voice was raw. It wasn’t because of his throat. He sounded afraid, even to himself.

“I would never have let you do that,” he managed a moment later. His hand resumed in his hair.

And somehow, despite the knowledge of how hard it truly was to save someone, how long it took to learn that kind of information, the knowing of exactly what was survivable and what couldn’t be escaped, how strong you had to be to shift through rubble—the hero believed him.

“I know,” he said, because the villain had to know. That he believed him. That he would always believe him.

He melted into the villain’s side.

I trust you, I trust you, I trust you

The villain hummed, in that way of his that told him he understood exactly what the hero couldn’t vocalize.

“I’m your #1 speed dial?” He questioned after a moment.

The hero huffed a laugh.

“You’re my only speed dial.”

The villain froze.

And then he was shifting, pulling the hero closed to him. The villain tucked him close, chin settling onto the top of his head. The hero pressed his face into the hollow of the villain’s neck.

“I will always come,” he said, and this time, his voice was the one that was raw. “You call, and I will be there.”

He said it like it was easy. Like it was that simple.

Maybe it was.

Maybe for them it always had been.

A fondness he couldn’t put words too settled onto his shoulders.

He simply breathed into the villain’s neck, and the villain’s arms looped around him a bit tighter.

“You’re okay,” the villain said into his hair. Like he was confirming it.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re lucky you have super healing.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

The villain laughed softly.

“Suck up.”

“And what? You gonna stop me?”

He could practically feel the eye roll. “Been trying for years. Hasn’t stuck.”

“Well, you had the perfect opportunity—“

The villain hushed him.

“Just. Shhh for a bit,” he said softly.

The hero, obediently, shhh’ed.

The villain’s hand ran through his hair again, and his eyes shuttered closed, settling further against the villain’s chest.

“Cheater,” he murmured, and the villain huffed a laugh, but didn’t deign a response.

And together, comfortably, curled around one another like two halves of a whole, they just breathed.

[tornado1992]

The grief Sonic must’ve felt the first time he saw the yellow spots appearing in baby Tails’ brown fur.

Like, “hey, the kid is growing up”, but “oh, my kid is growing up”

[winds-of-zephyr416]

I love the idea that Saruman looked up to Sauron during the Almaren days so much. It always makes me think of Curumo as an annoying younger brother. Like,

Curumo: Hey bro come check this out!

Mairon: Not right now, I’m busy.

Curumo: No you have to come see it now

Mairon: I said no.

Curumo: Come on, please?

Mairon: No.

Curumo: come on come on come on come on come on come on come on com—

Mairon: No!! Leave me alone!

Curumo: Pleeeeaseee? I’ll leave if you just come see what it is!

Mairon, sighing: Fine. What is it.

Curumo: A dead slug I cast in silver! :D

Mairon: I AM NOT LOOKING AT THAT!

(Mairon would, actually. He just doesn’t like letting Curumo win).

[msfcatlover]

(Theoretical possible endgame)

“And how, exactly, did you all make it back here?” Bruce asks his children (children, not even all of them according to the Robins—Robins, that’s another thing that Bruce is going to blame his oncoming headache on. What were any of his future selves thinking?)

“A blood ritual,” Dick answers confidently.

“Alien cube,” Jason says at the same time, shrugging.

“Techno-magical chemical reaction,” Timothy says, raising his voice to be heard over the others.

“Iseki bullshit,” Stephanie & Damian say in perfect unison (as though that’s supposed to explain anything,) before turning to stare at eachother—also in perfect unison—with identical looks of shock. 

(Damian’s face splits into a wide smile as he holds out one hand. Stephanie glances at it, her lips pressed into a thin line, before passing Damian a quick low-five. They both flip their hands back up in fists to rap their knuckles against eachother.

“Hell yeah,” Damian whispers, his smile somehow even brighter than before. Stephanie’s mouth twitches and she gives Damian another tap.)

“…Of course,” Bruce says in the flat tone that only Dick should know means Bruce is utterly lost & out of his depth, but which has five mischievous sets of eyes sparkling at him.

[shroomerr]

she learned from the best !!

[uhohdad]

“I guess uh, I guess they don’t call you The Mountain for no reason,” LMAOOOO SHES SUCH A DORK I LOVE HER BUT OMG KÖNIGS SWITCHIP???? AND THEN READERS SWITCH UP???? I AM GAGGED I TELL YOU UGHHHSJSJSJSJS DAD YOU HAVE FED US A WHOLE FIVE COURSE MEAL. I SAID IT ONCE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN I NEED THIS STORY INJECTED INTO MY VEINS. 🫣🫣

some images to describe how y’all be making me feel rn

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

[absolutefooling]

Is anyone interested in Timmy & SpongeBob NU heartwarming interactions?? Anyone?? Is this thing on???

[mitchythekiddoodles]

“Guess they invite anyone to these parties…”

[skyward-floored]

You! Who is your favorite Link and why?

They’re all my favorite but I usually find myself coming back to this guy

As for why? Well. Look at him.

He’s so cool and capable but a sweetheart and cuddles with animals and can be a wolf and is so stubborn and heartbroken and strong and knows all sorts of crazy sword techniques. He’s awesome.

[bosesmikas]

I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though I was enough

We danced the night away, we drank too much

Netsy (Nate's pov) - Say You Won't Let Go (James Arthur)

[chaotic-rxses-zee-01]

Brown Sugar Kisses - Chapter One: Need You Bad

Warnings: a little angst, tooth rotting fluff, LOTS of tension. Basically hurt/comfort. Sorry not sorry 😌

Pairing: bangchan x fem!black!OC

POV: main character Mikayla.

Synopsis: Kayla see’s that Chan wasn’t himself, she tries to address it. Things go south. Lots of crying, kisses and apologies happen that night.

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“You haven’t been yourself lately. Have you eaten?..Is..is everything actually okay Chris?”

“I’m fine Kay. Why are you always worried?”

“You know why. I remember hearing 42 for the first time. You know you can’t ever go back to that..I’m worried not for me but for you baby.”

I never want him to be mad at me. But it somehow happened. He never was mad at me before. I guess I worry too much about him and he’s giving me a reality check-in. He leaves the studio rightfully upset. I head back to our house upset too. We sit in silence in the living room.

“Are we gonna talk about it.” He says. Not as a question but a statement almost.

“About what?”

“Why I’m ���not myself’ right now. I thought you wanted to know?”

“I do want to know baby I, I just. Ugh, to me you work yourself over the limit. I know you’re doing what you think is right—and I know what you’re gonna say how you know you and all that. I just want to take care of you..please? Just this once can you let someone just love you for once!”

Silence leaked from the walls. I started to get choked up. He didn’t say anything. He just let me stand there, crying.

“You give all that you have to people—“ I wipe my nose and eyes again. “—why don’t you let others do that for you? They won’t hurt you! I, I would never do that Mí Corazon.”

“I give my all because that’s all I know. Work, do this, come out on top or be roadkill. I do that so people stay.”

“So you just worked yourself half to death? Dammit Christopher I just cannot get you to listen for once!”

Now we’re both crying, great. My eyes were fixated on him, his eyes glued to the ground.

“Do you hate me?”

“No. Why would I? You’re perfect.”

“Then why do you worry about me ruining myself. I feel fine.” He has something in his hands, he’s twirling it. My mind goes back to a horrible place.

“Now we can fight, ion care. You hit me, Christopher, we are done..”

“No, love why would I do that?” He finally looks at me with some kind of care in his eyes.

“I’d never hit you. Wait —don’t leave! Please..”

“You’ve said enough. I’m going to Felix’s.”

We kept going back and forth with each other as I left, him begging me to come back.

I text Felix as I head out the door.

“I’m heading over. Y’all got ice cream?”

He responded.

“Yes. Come on over. 💙”

He opened the door to me in a Nirvana shirt, sweats with messed-up mascara. I was still crying.

He hugged me tight “What happened? I’ll kill him for you if you want..” I laugh for the first time in a minute.

“Gracias Felix. Really.”

“Of course. You asked for Ice cream so…I got a gallon. Titanic’s on. Wanna cry some more?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Few hours later, 1:30 am

I get a call from Chris, “Hey love.”

“I’m sorry.” I say.

“I know. I am too. Come home, I miss you. No, I need you here. You’re right. I need a little pick-me-up right now. Please don’t hate me M.K.”

I start to grab my stuff and say goodbye to Minho. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

I hang up and tap a sleeping Felix “Ah- yea?”

“I’m going back home.”

“Did he call or..?” The doorbell rings. Felix opens up.

“He’s here Kay.”

We look at each other in what feels like forever.

“I’m really so—“ I cut him off as our lips met.

We walk back to the dorms. I sit on his bed thinking. He stares back at me from the other side of the room. “What is it?”

“I feel really bad about what happened earlier M.K.”

“I know.” I lay my head on his lap. “The reason I thought you would hit me is because I used to have this friend. He liked me and I didn’t like him back, so when I said no, I came home beat up because I said no.”

I sat up, regretted it. He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me.

“You’re worthy of all the love in the word love. No one will ever hurt you like that as long as I’m here.” Many kisses later lipstick stained his neck and collarbone.

“So, now do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well I’m going to bed and so are you. It’s late.”

“LATE?? LATE?!?? It’s only—“ He checks his phone. “1:45. Not late.”

I sigh. “There is clearly something wrong with you. Go. To. Bed. Please.”

“Fine, only because of you.”

Fin.