#HMMMMMMMMMMMMM

[khayalli]

The gentle rap-tap-tap on the window startles you from the late night daze you'd been in. Blinking, rubbing your eye's, you try to clear the fog and blue light you're still lost in as you look up from the computer, having not realised just how much the dark has now enveloped your room save for the light from your computer.

"Donnie?" you ask.

He's standing outside the window, wearing only his purple hoodie. Immediately concerned by how little he's wearing and how freezing cokd it is tonight, you hurry kver from your computer to open the window. You shudder as the brittle cold sweeps in like an old friend. But then again, so does Donnie.

Pulling you into the thick of his hoodie, your face is pressed firm into the thread where the ice has settled deep deep into the cotton, like tiny frost particles, so small that your naked eye cannot see them, but so real that they summon goosbumps as they bite and melt against your skin.

"Mm, you're warm," he murmurs. His voice is low in his chest as it rumbles, like a campfire burning late before it slowly dies, snuffed out by the cool dead of the night.

"And you're freezing," you say, swiftly pushing him back to get a better look at his face.

His eyes are heavy with the weight of something he's spent far too long mulling over in a jail of his own making. A cell of himself. He does this sometimes. Forget's that he has people he can go to, people he can depend on who can help solve his problems with him instead of ruminating through the data all on his own and yet still somehow managing to come to the wrong conclusion.

The 'logical' conclusion, in his words.

"Donnie, what's wrong?" you ask. You frown at the feeling of his cold hands as they interlock with your own. You were already think about how cold it was, here in the apartment, and yet, by comparison, you're as warm as a flue.

"It happened again," he says, voice going croaky as it crumbles like chalk. His lips curve downwards and his eyes become wet with the memory of something he's already had to live over and over and over again. A reoccuring nightmare, one of a world where there's only pain and never joy; only darkness but never light; only him, and not...

"...Would you like to try and sleep here tonight?" you ask softly, seeing him slowly come back from reliving that pain somewhere deep deep behind those dark and beautiful eyes of his.

He nods, quiet and slow as he blinks back the tears and tries to maintain that cool composure he likes to wear like a shield. You wonder if he knows you've already worked out just how soft that shield really is.

"Let's get you out of this," you say, pulling his hoodie up over his head. "And into a warm bed."

Taking his hand, you toss the cold garment over onto the chair where you’d been sitting and working late, and guide Donnie towards the bed. You pull back the covers to crawl in first, and Donnie is quick to follow. He snuggles into the space between your legs as he rests his head on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist to breathe you in and feel you close.

"You're like a hot water bottle," he mumbles against your pajamas.

You consider making a joke about how cold he is, but seeing the way his eyes fall closed as he let's himself relax against you, you resort to drawing lines over the back of his soft shell instead. You feel him tense, feel him squeeze you a little tighter, and then he chokes.

"...I couldn't save him—"

"Hey, hey, hey," you coo as you wrap your hands around his head. You run your thumb against rhe underside of his cheek to try and soothe him as he shakes. "You did, though. You did save Leo. Remember? Mikey got him out!"

"But he's not the same." He trembles like a leaf lost in a tempest in your arms. "He can't sleep. He just... disappears sometimes and doesn't tell me where or why he goes. Sometimes he gets this look in his eyes like he’s not even here anymore, like he's... he's..."

"...Like he’s still trapped in that dimension?"

He sniffles. "...Yeah..."

"Donnie," you say, wiping away a stray tear as it rolls over the fabric of his mask. "Your brothers are here. All of them. I'm sure you went and checked on them before you came to me, right?"

"...Yeah."

"Leo... he might not be the same Leo as before. He just needs more time. To heal."

He looks up at you with eyes like that of a dog that looks to the moon. Loyal, loving, and hanging on every word.

"He'll come back to you. He will. You don't have to do it alone. You have your brothers. And you have me. We can help him together."

#OH MY GOD?????? #well now i need to draw devastated donnie #or leo #HMMMMMMMMMMMMM #hmmmmmmmmmm hurt comfort hmmmmmmm #fic recs #faves #THANK YOU ALSO?!!?!? #my initial reactions were wondering if you got lost but im taking my wins where i get them #MINE NOW BAYBEEE

[sahsukay]

here comes the most boy if you dont cheer & clap for him ill fucking blow this whole building up

#imagine my brain like a popcorn maker & a bunch of popcorn size kabrus r popping forth frm beneath the lid. #dungeon meshi #kabru #kabumisu #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #my art

[dailydccomics]

Kory and Donna.......wow Titans: Beast World #3 art by Lucas Meyer and Romulo Fajardo Jr.

#donnakory #dc comics #koriand'r #donna troy #dc #tuesday spoilers #titans #beast world #starfire #kory anders #koriandr #garro #comics #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[ghestie-nun]

Secondo ain’t happy

#my art #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #papa emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #ghost the band #wip #he angy #something must’ve happened #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub / mar. #3

#hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #people have been liking me and i feel confused and in pain but it is good #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #nosebleedclub #nosebleed club #spilled ink #mental illness #vent writing #on love #self hatred #conditional love #familial trauma

[harrowedsoup]

Hmmm there’s something there about how Harrow is the one that’s constantly covering her face with paint and veils but is one of the few characters we’ve seen totally nude and she’s actually one of the characters who has went out of her way to be honest and truthful (As she rarely out right lies and she’s the one that starts the pool scene which is truly the most straight forward clearing up distrust scenes in the books)

Vs Gideon who covers her face because she has too but is all too willing to cover her eyes, so much so that none can see them behind her glasses. ( and eyes are clearly the window to the soul in tlt) and who we’ve never seen in any kind of undress despite a whole book from her pov and who is constantly an unreliable narrator.

#the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrow nonagesimus #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #someone smart put this together pls and thank you

[humaneevee2874]

alastor hmmmm.

(was made on a 3ds)

#hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #aroace alastor #alastor altruist #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanart #ace alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin hotel

[inexplicably-spookified]

hmmm

#my sona #scribblins #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #i like how this one came out

[dipplinduo]

It would be really funny if Pecharunt knows a lot of things and tells Kieran about it for no reason whatsoever. Like these are things Pecharunt learned on his adventures and is now telling Kieran at random. Like how to help your girlfriend deal with her period cramps or how to deal with Beedrill Venom.

Does Kieran ask to know how a Froslass can become a being for a temporary amount of time and how to tell if someone is a Froslass in disguise? Most likely No. Is he going to learn how anyways? Yes.

(This just came to me when I got an idea for a future chapter of my fanfic, and remembered that people in the pokemon world used to use Darumaka's poo to warm up during the winter.)

Wait, why is this so funny? Why does this open a window of opportunties LOL?

#HMMMMMMMMMMMMM #my fics #fic ideas #dipplinshipping #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran pokemon #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #kieran x juliana #kieran toxic chain #toxic chain pokemon #stupid peach

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

BTS Memories 2016: Making of Blood Sweat & Tears MV Jungkook and RM

#bts #kim namjoon #rm #bts rm #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #namkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts gifs #btsedit #my gifs #i dunno fuckin uuuhhhhh green #the folder these are in is called namkook in an opium den #i dunno when or why i decided to color theme these #but it happened #and here we are #what I should do is go back and gif Yoongi at the organ #and replace of his gifs with it #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #idk I didn’t have a theme planned for these when I did that one #hobi’s color scheme will be red I think #cuz I mean it already is iirc #well anyway

[flyingcakeee]

A little thing I'm working on, unsure if I should continue it or not.

If Logan’s father was not a prince, Logan’s life would have been far more “normal”. Logan rarely got to do anything other omegas did. Logan was forced to wear heavy, exotic-materialed, large dresses, not the simple ones he longed to wear since he was first in the town with his father. Omegas were taught basic skills by their mothers; how to be a proper omega, how to cook, how to be a gentle soul, how to crochet or knit or sew, how to be a supporting figure for other omegas. Logan was not taught any of that,he only had his father. Because of this, Logan was stuck being taught by tutors throughout his entire life; he being taught how to be a proper German princess, how to write and read, how to properly eat, how to dance, how to play the violin, and piano, and cello, and harp, how to do any royal duties if it was asked of him to do. And with all of his tutors being betas, Logan never learned proper body education until two years after his first heat, never learning how to nest until he inquired about it when his father was busy talking in the village. Logan longed to have been normal, having always been of interest by the entire kingdom. Logan just wishes he wasn’t Princess Logan, son of Prince Nico.

Logan never asked to be born an omega, never asked to be a political pawn, never asked for anything really. If anything, Logan was taught how to always accept gifts with a smile, to always be smiling. Logan always had to be thankful and smiling.

Snapping out of his daydream with a sigh, he set his pen back down in the dish, placing the lid back on the ink, and pushed his paper to the edge of the desk, standing up and making his way to his the kitchen to see if there maybe was a snack he could take before supper. While passing his father’s study on the way to the kitchen, he overheard his father’s conversation with stopped him, causing him to eavesdrop.

“I’m afraid I don’t truly know what to do with him, Jenson,” his father groaned. “His poor soul doesn’t know anything about life, still! His mother died before he was 2 and left me raising him alone! He cannot marry at 18, it’s not sensible. Logan is far too young for an Alpha who is currently 25. He’ll hurt him, I know it!”

“Sire,” Jenson, the alpha who always accompanied his dad, began, “you’ve never met this prince. You should not overthink, you should instead inquire with His Majesty if you can maybe arrange a meeting with the prince.”

“Oh, Jenson, I wish it were that easy! I cannot have my dove meet the prince so early, he hasn’t even reached his 16th birthday. And what if he were to play a facade, take my trust and break it once he has his hands on my dove? I cannot allow it! I was foolish to allow the court to pressure me into giving up my only child, I do not wish to be foolish again.”

“You could have Princess Logan sit in the estate until you believe that he is ready, as you are too. Say she has a serious illness and cannot be married to the prince just yet. If we confine her to the estate, nobody shall know that it is not the truth.”

“What would I do without you, Jenson? Can you fetch me my best ink and paper, I shall write to my father and address him on my plans.”

“Yes, sire.”

Logan quickly hurried away from the door, not wishing to be caught on his eavesdropping. He was definitely not taught how to be as sneaky as he was, rather it being an acquired skill he developed himself. Logan always knew his father cared about him, trying as hard as he could to raise the poor boy all alone.

Anyways, soon to be Loscar Royal Au? Idk, I'm tired 🥰

#logan sargeant #nico rosberg #jenson button #oscar piastri #loscar #do I finish writing this or do I leave it as a wip? #decisions decisions #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #f1 fanfic

[pixlokita]

Hmmmm feeling likeeee doing low quality silly animatics again

#the heaven says one was fun but it took longer to edit the video than to actually draw it #maybe i should get procreate dreams? #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #pix habla #oka we’ll see #either spend 20 dollars on that xD or get a burger today dndkndkd or treat myself to both #also still gotta get minecraft

[sangaknight]

Mages in Thedas and The Circle of Magi

#mages #circle of magi #first enchanter orsino #madame vivienne #grand enchanter vivienne #senior enchanter wynne #wynne #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age: ii #daedit #daedits #my edit #edit #not sure i like this one #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[eliotheeangelis]

didier pironi talks to ferrari teammate gilles villeneuve | 1982 south african grand prix

#f1 #classic f1 #formula 1 #f1 1980s #didier pironi #gilles villeneuve #ferrari #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[tfshouldidohere]

What if, what if i go to the mall today and buy smthn (skz album)

#HMMMMM #i have money now #HMMMMMMM #HMMMMMMMMMMMMM #tfshouldirambles

[comraderoscoes]

not sure what he means by that fernando can do it without his engineers but i do enjoy him calling fernando old

On the F1 Nation podcast, Damon Hill was asked which of the three world champions currently on the grid has se best racecraft – Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso or Max Verstappen?

“I think it’s Lewis,” Hill said.

When podcast host Tom Clarkson disagreed and said he believes it to be Alonso, Hill further explained:

“Lewis probably works with his engineers very effectively, whereas Fernando can probably do it without his engineers.

Or he tells the engineers what to do, rather than the other way around, and he manages to fit in a few sort of clever comments in the process as well, while he’s got other things to do.

“I take your point about Fernando and racecraft, but I’m just going to go back to Lewis again.

“I think the thing with Lewis is that in a race, he’s able to produce stunning laps when he needs to, I don’t know Fernando’s still got that ability to do that.

“So if you say to Lewis ‘we’ve got a target and this is it’, he manages to pull it out somehow,” he concluded.

#hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #and tbh like . i will acknowledge alonso is an incredible driver but anyone calling him better than lewis is out of their minds and i #honestly think they’re blinded by the strange hype train that’s been cultivated around him #interesting how the narrative around lewis has shifted once again after the beginning of the season. i wonder if we’ll get many people #admitting they were wrong lmao #damon hill