#they're each other's emotional support

[alienoresimagines]

*In the Stalag* Alex: Why are you guys holding hands? Buck: Studies show that holding hands can reduce stress. Alex: Oh. I thought you were dating or something. Buck: We are. Bucky: We’re also really fucking stressed.

[taxinealkaloids]

horrible children who are. so so mean to each other

[sysig]

How much of me is me? (Patreon)

[st4rking]

tfw you, as a mind reader, have to team up with a man who thinks too much

Slight spoilers in tags

[nikysavi]

daughter's/father's found hope

[crowleycorvid]

I am always thinking about the dark island trilogy journal entry things Wu writes and how much he genuinely adores all the people he cares about. He writes so fondly and lovingly about Misako and Lloyd and all the ninja and and and augh This bad boy can fit so much love in him

[tending-the-hearth]

my favorite hc is that the chb head counselors (specifically the ones who were there and experienced the manhattan battle) are best friends.

they have sleepovers in the poseidon cabin (since it's just percy and tyson), they have monthy group outings where they just go out and get to be kids, sally invites them over at least once a week for dinner, they walk to activities together, they're so clingy it's ridiculous.

the campers who experienced the battle get it, because there's only so much death and parentification a literal teenager can take before needing to rely on others, so seeing percy carrying will piggy-back out of the med cabin, or watching clarisse chasing one of the stoll brothers around camp, or seeing annabeth, chris, and katie engaged in a heated debate over which area to plant the newest strawberry field, it's all normal to them.

they will absolutely die if they are not within twelve feet of each other, they legally have to be around each other at all times or else they will lose it. when percy got back to chb after his disappearance, the head counselors spent the day inside the poseidon cabin, all piled together in a demigod puppy pile, percy at the center with clarisse's elbow in his ribs, katie's knee hitting his temple, one of the stoll brothers attempting to use his knee as a back rest, pollux's hand dangerously close to smacking him in the face, and the biggest, happiest smile on his face.

[bawstens]

| five times jade was protective / saved kit

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[eluminium]

my favourite middle-aged podcasters minecrafters streamers youtubers dads besties *<3*

[seventeendeer]

after watching ATLA I got curious about whether my constantly negatively comparing its gender politics to the (imo superior) 2003 Teen Titans animated series had any merit or what, so I sat down to watch TT properly for the first time in ~2 decades, prepared for the worst

but you know what literally THE SECOND EPISODE centers one of the female leads and her complex relationship with her sister and features her love interest comforting and supporting her as she works through her insecurities and finally confronts said sister so WHAT THE FUCK WAS ATLA'S EXCUSE FOR ALL OF THAT

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) the first time lawrence makes adam accompany him to one of his high-society doctor dinners he feels foolish. he doesn't know how to act around anyone else there. he and lawrence are bondmates, but they aren't married, and the way adam catches the other doctors' faces pinch when lawrence introduces him as "my bondmate" rather than the ever-safe "partner". he can't relate to anything anyone says. even when he brings up wanting to be a vet they only nod politely and carry on as if he never spoke. he couldn't even wear a tie; lawrence could have tied his for him but it was abandoned in the car after it teamed up with his anxiety and made it hard to breathe.

at home, ripping off the nice dress shirt, the upset and hurt and anger in his scent coating the walls like a humidifier, adam hisses at lawrence like an alley cat. "there are easier ways to make fun of me, lar."

"what?"

"call me a pothead, make fun of my nests ("i would never--!"), i dunno, something that takes less than two hours and doesn't fuck your leg up."

lawrence has to blink, off kilter with this misinterpretation adam threw in his face right alongside concern for his wellbeing. "oh, sweetheart, no," he starts, anguished to not be able to stand back up and chuff the apologies directly into adam's skin. "i wasn't making fun of you, i was trying to show you off."

now it's adam's turn to stumble. hope and doubt creeps in on his sharp edges. "what's there to show off?"

heart breaking a little, lawrence wills soothing notes into his scent and starts, "where to begin? your perseverance, your wit, your beauty--"

a snort. "beauty?"

"of course," he says like it's a fact and not a subjective opinion. "anyone who disagrees needs to get their eyes checked."

adam's crooked smile makes an appearance, ears pink. lawrence wills himself not to get distracted. he dips his head. "i'm sorry i didn't realize how uncomfortable you were. i was too... caught up in my own feelings to see it. i won't drag you along to another one, i promise."

the couch dips next to him and adam's arm coils up in his. when he looks over, hazel eyes are downcast, embarrassed. "s'alright. you didn't do anything, everyone else was the problem."

relief lit up into concern and righteous anger. "who? do you remember--"

but adam just squeezes their arms together like a snake taking hold of a thick tree branch. safe, secure. "fuck if i remember any of their names. look, it's not even a big deal, i overreacted, let's just chill out for a while, yeah?"

lawrence swallowed his disagreements -- they'll pick at the subject when it's not so fresh and adam treats it like gossip rather than the source of distress it still is for now -- and placed his other hand on adam's arm. his nose found the hinge of adam's jaw. a whine built in his throat.

i'm sorry, he said in his actions, nosing and licking under his chin. i'm sorry i upset you. i love you. we're okay?

adam pulled away only to readjust them with his head propped up on lawrence's, the start of a purr rattling his chest. we're okay. i'm sorry, too. with this new position his scent curled easily around lawrence's senses, calmer, easing lawrence's own building distress before it could manifest fully. he hopes he never lets him go.

[tangents-within-tangents]

Would that there was a faithful, accurate adaptation of Dracula so that Jonathan Decker and Alan Seawright could discuss the nontoxic masculinity, healthy friendships, and the BEST MARRIAGE RELATIONSHIP IN FICTIONAL HISTORY but nooo!

[regencis]

my favorite thing from part 2 is that i got another e.loise + b.enedict swing scene <3 i missed them talking about how they don't know wtf is going on, and enjoying each other's company in the quiet.

[originalaccountname]

and all that Chuuya talk is why I have a very specific vision for skk that is extremely hard to come across in fanworks

[drfirefly08]

hiroto: ugh emotions suck, i feel horrible :(

yuuma: WHO THE FUCK DO WE HAVE TO KILL??

gakushuu: I HAVE CONNECTIONS, I CAN RUIN THEIR LIFE

karma: I'VE GOT THE TORTURE DEVICE READY

hiroto: NO WE AREN'T KILLING OR RUINING ANYONE

all three: WE AREN'T LETTING ANYONE HURT OUR FUCKING EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BOYFRIEND

hiroto: i love you guys too

hiroto: wait, karma, what the fuck do you mean by torture device-

[4arconinoma]

By the way Trish was hoping the entire time to hear some sort of comfort from Bruno and felt upset by his cold and detached demeanor because he's the only person who served as some sort of familial figure and offered her any amount kindness or protection And he did want to say those things to her and when he finally DID offer words of comfort it wasn't ACTUALLY Trish and he only Thought it was Trish and she never got to hear him say those things to her and he has no idea he never got to tell her. Just so you know