#this is very soft y'all

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> Comfort Kisses

[softgothbabe]

My cousin's wedding was so lovely 🥹

[foxaoxarts]

BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j

If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣

(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )

[magnusbae]

Dreamling - Comfort given freely - 691w

Dream has a hard time accepting all the succor he had received from Hob since his return in 2020.

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"Why?” Dream asks.

“I knew you needed it” Hob smiles at him “and I could give it, so what’s the harm in that?”

Dream averts his eyes, pride and hurt fighting inside of him. He does not wish to be so, he wishes not to be depended on anyone’s pity, on anyone’s scrapes of empathy— but oh stars, how he does need it, how much the empty spaces of the fabric of his soul crave it, want it.

He cannot face this man, cannot look him in the eyes and let him know that he had won. Won where others did not. Many had gained his affections, some had gained his love, but Hob....Hob had won his trust. He had won his trust and he had won him over.

He has the power over him, one of the Endless.

Something that should not be, shouldn't have happened.

“Morpheus?” Hob asks, a short silence, and closer “Dream” he says, gentle, gentle as if talking to a wounded thing, a hurt thing.

Is there no end to this man’s pity? 

Dream’s insides twists, for he knows that Hob is honest, and that Hob is true. He knows that he means it, means this care of his. Dream wonders if he should leave, if he was mistaken for questioning it. Perhaps he should accept it, allow his pride some rest. And yet—

“I love you.” Hob says.

Dream looks up, sharp, alert. 

“What?” he says, though he had heard him quite well. 

“I love you.” Hob says with a shrug, kind eyes looking sad “You don’t need to think so hard about it, there’s nothing to it other than that, I love you, I love you and I’d do anything for you” Hob finds his eyes, and smiles again, there's a deeply rooted fondness in that look.

For a moment, Dream's shadow distorts, the lights in the room flickering. He notices that as he notices the heat in his chest, at his neck, on his face. This body of his, this image he presents to the world, should not do things he does not choose to show.

Words that are his to command, that come so easily to him at most days, are lost to him now as he opens his mouth and no sound comes out in response to Hob's confession.

Love. He knows love. Bright and passionate, strong and wild, worlds consumed, galaxies worth of feelings— love is not this, not the calm patience of a friend, not the endless devotion, not the... soothing safety he feels in Hob's presence.

“You confuse.” Dream answers at last.

“No I don’t” Hob’s light reply comes without a hint of argument.

“Hob Gadling, you—”

“—love you?” Hob completes, this time smiling. 

Annoyance ignites whitin Dream, the heat on his face deepening. 

“Do not mock me.” he starts, voice raising a fraction, deepening a bit. He will not allow this. He will not stand here as a mere human makes mockery of—

“Dream, I don’t.” Hob reaches a hand— hesitates only a second— and takes a hold of Dream’s tense hand. “It’s okay if you don’t, I don’t expect you to, but this..” he presses their joint hands across his own chest “...is how I feel. I’d do crazier things for you than just care for you, " he stops as if he swallowed one last word, looking mildly bashful but with an unashamed smile on his lips. “tis just how it is” he says and squeezes Dream’s hand firmer against his chest.

Dream can feel the quick rhythm of his heart, can feel the roughness of his hand, can sense the human warmth of him— he can feel his love.

"I...understand." he says, and this is not true, he does not.

He does not understand this form of love. Does not know how to experience nor how to express it. Yet he finds himself wishing for it. Finds himself wanting not for the scorching heat of a dying star but for the soothing tranquility of a spring lake. Something calm, something without waves to drown him under. Something...safe.

Something that might just be Hob Gadling.

[agrebel18]

Seeing several people GENUINELY think that Raeda and Huntlow aren’t canon PURELY because neither of them kissed like Luz and Amity did is REALLY SHOWING that people’s media analysis skills are getting worse 😐

[fiona-fififi]

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[floweringpopcat]

jason todd playlist! red hood playlist! metal/rock music!! my brain has latched onto this man

[deoidesign]

Guys you're not gonna believe this. The books are wrong again

At least this time I didn't even get half of them and half of what I did get was damaged...? So I only have another 70 books to deal with... This time they're soft touch......

I've got so many of book 2 it's not even funny

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

People act like they're going to be the next CEO shooter when they can't even stop doing hauls from Shien. Like some people want a revolution but can't even do small stuff like practicing boycotts.

[saturfied]

kudos to all kimchay writers!!! y'all are doing a great job🫡👏❤️

[nixie-deangel]

@tothepayne who asked for:

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

directly follows this ask.

“While I appreciate where you’re coming from, as my son, I think it’s my God given right to invite whoever the hell I want into my home. And no, Bradley hasn’t been arrested or has a criminal record. He made sure to give me a history of himself to put any doubts I might have had after inviting him to come live with me.” There’s a short pause before his momma sighs down the line and adds, “Besides, Joyce made sure to get him fingerprinted and run them through the system to put her mind at ease. Boy’s got one parking ticket from when he was a teenager and still new to driving. And was involved in an accident but wasn’t driving nor in the car that was at fault when he was in his early 20s.” Jake feels a little of the tension leak from his frame as his mother goes on but he still can’t help but feel nervous and unsettled about her inviting a stranger to come live with her.

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

“Okay but what happens when they don’t like me?” Bradley asks, brow quirked as he smirks up at Jake, where he’s straddling Bradley’s hips. Scoffing, Jake rolls his eyes. “Darlin’, they couldn’t possibly do anything but love you.” Leaning down, he presses a smacking kiss to Bradley’s brow before straightening back up as he lifts his hands to cup his face. “My family’s gonna love you because you love me and make me happy, honey.”

Make Nixie Write!

[acoraxia]

the urge to draw more blindjustice and get more blindjustice content out there into the fandom vs the strongest fucking fear that people from the fandom will find out about it and either call it toxic and unhealthy because it's not their favorite ship with Erlang or COMPLETELY eradicate what makes them both so interesting and cool to begin with

[softly-n-sweetly]

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{ transmasc genderfluid, he/they }

[yenpondering]

Entitled customers are funny, imagine kicking up such a fuss with our managers that 2 mall security guards had to be called to come mediate all because you and your wife not only can't read but also can't see that our menu literally serves soft poached egg, not a boiled egg, in our Japanese rice bowls

Anyway read the menu properly y'all and ask questions if you're unsure, don't be a dick to hospitality workers especially over dumb shit

[bumblingbabooshka]

Live Fast & Prosper

[sam-loves-seb]

take me home for christmas

Mickey makes his way up the steps, quiet in his boots because he knows the younger kids must be sleeping by now. The old wood is icy, but he knows his way around. Snow is just starting to fall, and the grass is slowly turning white. He knocks on the door quietly, just enough for Ian to hear in the living room or the kitchen. He knows Mickey’s coming back; he wouldn’t have gone to bed without him. So when Fiona opens the door instead, it’s a bit of a surprise. “Oh,” she says, tired. “Hey, Mickey.”

// s4: mickey spends christmas eve with the gallaghers

12 days of gallavich -- day 3

[ ao3 | ko-fi | etc ]