#let them be soft

[bowiesawizardmoony]

when james disassociates and regulus is nearby he likes to doodle on james’ hand as a soft way to ground him and when james comes back to himself he gets to see all the little stars and planets and consolations and moons and plants and whatever else reg drew on him and it makes him feel loved and safe

#james potter #dead gay wizards #maurders era #sirius black #my idiots #remus lupin #james loves regulus #jegulus #regulus black #regulus loves james #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus headcanon #jegulus fluff #jegulus hc #incorrect marauders quotes #let them be soft #and let them be happy

[zaerxa]

A little sweetness

#bsd #bungoustraydogs #artists on tumblr #procreate #dazai #dazaiosamu #chuuyanakahara #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #AGHHHHHHH #LET THEM BE SOFT

[nimue44]

something something loose lips sink ships

Whether it was a prod from the Force or simply the comlink’s incessant beeping, Obi-Wan was roused to half consciousness in the darkness of his quarters. While he would have preferred to remain asleep, snugly pinned in place by the arm his commander had wrapped around him, calls in the middle of the sleep cycle during a galactic war were unlikely to be ones he could willfully ignore. 

To preserve the only benefit of his newfound wakefulness — being able to indulge in the steady breathing and radiating warmth at his back — Obi-Wan pulled the comlink to him so as not to disturb what were sure to be the last few moments of Cody’s sleep. 

“This is Kenobi,” he said quietly.

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There was a longer pause than Obi-Wan would have expected given the urgency of a middle of the night call. 

“Of course, sir,” Crys replied through the comm. “Only, I was trying to reach Commander Cody.”

Oh. Kriff. Surely he could come up with some explanation for answering the wrong comlink. But then Cody stirred behind him, sliding his hand farther down Obi-Wan’s torso and tucking his head into Obi-Wan’s nape. Momentarily overwhelmed by sensation, all he could muster was, “I see, very odd.” 

“My apologies, sir, I must have entered the wrong code.” 

Obi-Wan silently cursed himself for making Crys feel he was in the wrong when it had been Obi-Wan’s mistake to pick up the wrong comlink. “It’s not a problem—” 

“What’s the message, Crys?” Cody grumbled, cutting off his apology and assuredly necessitating an even more elaborate explanation on Obi-Wan’s part. 

“Uh,” Crys said, hopefully not too distracted by trying to piece together what was happening on their end. “That special ops unit is on approach from Kashyyyk with, um, they said a pet? But it really sounds more like a large bug, sir.”   

Immediately, Obi-Wan’s interest outweighed any desire for decorum. “Like an insect?” he asked, perking up.

Not nearly as amused, Cody sighed, the warm burst of air tickling Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll meet them in the hangar bay. Send a couple nightwatch teams, too. And Crys?” 

“Yessir?” 

“Good soldiers keep their mouths shut.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

With the comm delivered, duty called. Like most mornings, Obi-Wan maneuvered in practiced coordination with Cody as they extracted themselves from the small bed. 

“Firm but fair,” Obi-Wan observed. Certainly a swifter approach to handling his misstep than whatever Obi-Wan was working towards have come up with. 

“I’m glad you approve of my leadership methods,” Cody wryly replied, pulling on his blacks. 

Obi-Wan snorted and, while picking up his own tunic, retrieved a hand guard that had ended up across the room. “Always, my dear,” he said, taking Cody’s palm in his and pressing the armor over the back of his gloved hand. 

Cody’s free hand rose to softly cup Obi-Wan’s cheek, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention. In one of their moments of shared understanding and purpose, both were drawn together for a soft press of lips and a kiss of foreheads before parting. 

“Now, would you like to go see this bug in our hangar?” Cody asked, flipping his helmet onto his head with a flourish.

“How do you always know exactly what to say to woo me, Cody?” Obi-Wan said, falling into step at Cody’s side as they began another day. 

#dumping ficlet onto tumblr so these scenes finally leave my brain #this scene took hold of me yesterday and now i release it into the world #codywan #let them be soft #because this got real fluffy

[dusty-bookelf]

Someone has probably already done this and I know it’s late but Andriel New Year’s traditions.

They don’t have a lot of set traditions, and while they may go to parties, they never throw them because a) it’s a lot of cleaning and b) the cats don’t like them

Neil has a few things he insists on doing though

The first is all the OG foxes get a happy new years texts because of that New Years at the end of Raven King. To this day, they are still his. They’re still worth every cut and bruise and scream

He also makes sure he always is at least on the phone with Andrew (pro exy season going through winter can make being in the same place harder but they always try to spend it together)

That’s it. Those are Neil’s traditions.

They’re little things but they’re also so much more than he’d ever thought he’d have.

When he sends that first new years text he doesn’t think he’ll survive to the next one, he was fully prepared to give up everything for these people, his family, his home

So every year, he’s a still little in awe he got to keep it and that they chose to keep him which is why it’s important to him to start every year with choosing them

THIS year,

I like to picture Andrew and Neil at home in their shared home with King and Sir just chilling with Neil watching the ball drop and Andrew reading, complaining about Neil watching the ball drop (The cats do more interesting things with round plastic Neil. The cats.)

It’s nothing exciting, but they’re together and it almost feels like happiness

Even though he thinks it’s stupid, Andrew calls Neil over and whispers “Yes or No” against his lips

Neil knows it’s more than for the kiss, it’s for all the years they’ve spent together and the year to come, for exy, the foxes, the cats, for Andrew himself and they home they’ve made

He knows he’s asking “do you want this life we’ve almost died to get for another year, yes or no?”

Neil says “Yes,” and Andrew kisses him softly, his thumb drifting over Neil’s pulse point to convince himself Neil is still real (because Andrew didn’t think he’d live this long either, and that even if he did, he’d never feel like this)

The cats jump on them and demand attention before it goes much further

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #the sunshine court #tkm #trk #andreil #all for the gay #the foxes #fluff #let them be happy #let them be soft

[deboracabral]

@ilgaksu sent me this text from another fandom and I had to draw it for them <3

#this is a tender heihua apology blog #heihua #hei xiazi #xie yuchen #xiao hua #comic #memes #i think it counts as a meme I’ve seen it before #let them be soft

[lovemyloki]

Prince Henry loves sweet kisses especially around shoulders

#rwrb movie #rwrb #first prince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #let them be soft

[horizonjade]

Sunhawk and her Thrush

#horizon photomode #horizon forbidden west #aloy #talanah khane padish #hawk and thrush #hfw photomode #taco tuesday #aloy and talanah #aloy x talanah #talanah tuesday #let them be soft #touch starved #hungry #peace love and gay tacos

[spurious]

First Watch

John always takes first watch when the team’s camping. It had been a discussion at first, in the really early days—Ford saying he should do it, as the lower rank; Teyla gently suggesting that she could handle it, soft but firm in the way she spoke before she fully trusted them; and Rodney giving one single halfhearted offer before tucking into his sleeping bag. When they’d lost Ford, gained Ronon, John had spent some watches with Ronon next to him, not offering to relieve John, but also obviously not ready to leave his life in someone else’s hands.

Now, Ronon sleeps behind him, still and silent, and he can hear Teyla’s delicate little snores from the other side. There’s a rustling next to him, and John tenses for a moment before relaxing, slowly curling out of a defensive posture as Rodney settles down next to him, poking at the waning embers of their campfire.

This is new, this thing where Rodney sits up with John in the darkness, the two of them pressed together quietly, looking up at the star-drenched skies. He’d asked, the first time, and Rodney had shrugged. “Can’t sleep,” he’d said, soft and quiet, like a secret between the two of them. They’ve drifted a little closer together each time, and tonight all the lines of John’s body are pressed up against Rodney’s, warmth bleeding in through his t-shirt. Rodney’s always warm, always solid, somehow.

“You can,” Rodney says, half-whispering, and then a swish of cloth, the feel of Rodney’s arm sliding behind him. Rodney puffs out an annoyed little breath, and John can just barely see his face in the dark, the wrinkle between his eyebrows as he tries to express something he’s not entirely certain about. “I know you’re tired,” is what Rodney settles on, and John doesn’t know how he knows, had thought he’d been masking it pretty well, in fact. “I can stay up,” Rodney continues, and he’s not telling John to go to bed, to lie down—he’s just offering his shoulder, telling him it’s safe if he wants to doze.

Rodney smells like sweat, the clean kind you get after a long day’s work, plus the vaguely chemical aftertaste of the macaroni and cheese MRE he’d eaten, and the metallic-bitter twang of electricity that lingers in the labs, always on Rodney’s skin like he takes the labs everywhere with him. He smells like comfort, and John sighs, lets his head fall against one of Rodney’s broad shoulders.

“‘M not gonna sleep,” he says, and Rodney hums, pets his hair, and John doesn’t wake until sunrise.

#mcshep #fic #let them be soft #they deserve it

[fosermi]

Chapter 9 of my fic Changing future is now up!

That fic is just a wonderful excuse for me to draw the kids because I love the kids but you don't need to read to appreciate them 💕

I know for a fact that Nightlight would take Katherine up to the clouds every now and again to play and you can not change my mind :D

#foserdraws #guardians of childhood #rotgoc #goc #nightlight goc #rotg #rise of the guardians #nightlight #katherine goc #katherine #katherine shalazar #theyre just kids your honor #let them be soft #they deserve it #and all the love in the world

[gnollgrin]

I like the idea of Aloy and Kotallo trading hair beads. Whether it be romantically, platonically or as Commander/Marshal. (Experimenting with using screenshots I took as backgrounds. Saves me a lot of marker ink!)

#kotaloy #horizon forbidden west #horizon fanart #aloy #kotallo #copic markers #marshal kotallo #mixed media #aloy x kotallo #let them be soft #gnollgrin art #wearing their boots indoors because I didn’t wanna draw feet

[magicsewerman]

They should be allowed to be soft,, comfort each other

(This is not shipping, please be normal)

#Pokémon #Pokémon emmet #Pokémon ingo #submas #subway master emmet #subway master ingo #my art #pokémon legends arceus #pla #soft #let them be soft #they’ve been through so much

[plushmer]

let the bois be soft!,!

#my hero academia #kiribaku #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x bakugou #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha #bnha class 1a #let them be soft #warm and snuggly #plushmer

[monsterrae1]

Hi lovely!!! 🩷

What's your favorite buddie headcanon?

Those two are completely cuddle bugs and take care every single opportunity to cuddle up 🥰

Gimme attention pls

#Rae answers on main #sherlockcrossing #let them be soft

[nvrqn-a]

@devilsnare, corlys velaryon.

rarely does enyone bring out the smile in the princess as her husband does. she greets him with her lips curled upwards, her eyes bright, and even though they have been married for decades, she still looks at him with unabashed love and devotion. " have you come to join me for dinner, husband? "

#devilshare #|| ic || inter. #let them be SOFT

[diablescharmants]

@faecrested requested a starter

     Wings like a fairy, eye of a monster. She had been told to be the latter for a majority of her life, spoken by people who had never made an effort to get to know her for who she was as a person. Once the word of a cursed sort of magic went through town, your sudden reputation would always precede you.

     With him it had been an extreme sort of different. Not only had she harmed so many people she had been supposed to care about, and she saw that now, but him personally as well. Multiple times. Nothing seemed to make him want to distance himself from her, no matter what she did. Why? Why?

     A sigh slipped past her lips as they sat in silence. It was so difficult for her to show any trace of vulnerability but nobody was around to see her take this step and it helped to comfort her. Perhaps she finally could muster up just a little more courage and ignore all the voices in her head telling her that she was not worthy of any of his attention, that she would only bring more hurt, as she reached for Elfman's hand to intertwine their fingers.

#faecrested #let them be SOFT #{ interactions: evergreen }

[agonizedembrace]

not two of the biggest divas in the music industry being all mushy to each other

#» time to roll the dice ( ooc ) #let them be soft