#and maybe a hug

[not-a-spiderplant]

It’s always “I want a partner” this “I wanna f*ck” that. Bro I just wanna have picnic with my friends 😭

#and maybe a hug #aromantic #aro #aroace #asexual #lgbtqia #friendship #picnic #spiderplantposts

[the-cookie-of-doom]

my prof decided to give me 10 days to turn in all my missing homework and wow fkn awkward tallying up the sheer amount of things I have to do now, like. sorry I was too busy trying not to kms for the first half of the semester, here's a mountain of late work for you to grade...

#cookie speaks #like #genuinely #it's a miracle i even managed to make it to class every week #considering i was IN CLASS for 9 hours a day #+ 4 12hr hospital shifts #i think i deserve a little bit of recognition for surviving this far #and maybe a hug

[theworstcreature]

Y’all I’m reading rots novel bc obviously it’s the best bedtime story for falling asleep and like,, anakin is actually having a breakdown or something and it’s so good written it’s a little scary and almost hard to read for me idk why.. like I don’t get like this in real life but it’s just a little freaky how he’s just so scared like babygirls having a full on panic attack. All because a man he trusted, a man who seemed to genuinely appreciate and care about him, somebody who anakin thought truly Fucking cared when nobody else did, turned out to be a sith. The thing all Jedi are meant to hate and destroy. And honestly mace should have just let him call obi-wan. It would have maybe made anakin even the slightest bit okayer and maybe would have stopped him from leaving the council chamber. I already know how this story goes. How it ends. This book makes it so, so much worse and I might actually cry

#star wars #revenge of the sith #revenge of the sith novelisation #anakin skywalker #anakin needs therapy #Like ALOT of therapy #And maybe a hug #Anakin #mace windu #jedi master mace windu #Palpatine #chancellor palpatine #darth sidius #Sidius #Rots novel #star wars books are so so so much more heartbreaking than the movies #And honestly it’s a curse

[allthegothihopgirls]

can amc unkill carl so he be a trophy wife and babysit judith whilst her 50 million parental figures go on cross-country manhunts looking for each other?

#even though they all promised to never leave her #she needs some consistency #and maybe a hug #anyways #fuck amc #fuck scott gimple #bring carl back #i dont actually know what daryl's doing or why he left i didnt watch his show #i'll watch it when they bring carol back #twd #the walking dead #. #gothihop speaks

[milx-777]

i just want a cigarette

#and maybe a hug #and love #it’s that time of year #winter #winter months #cold #dark and moody #gloomy #girlblogging #im just a girl #smoking #im quitting #i swear

[spock-smokes-weed]

Revenge isn’t enough I need Maul to be kissed.

#darth maul #star wars #he deserves a little smooch #and maybe a hug

[scoutdoesstuff]

day 4 of me taking the names of the daily samples of tea i've gotten form a month long subscription box and made a fic of them.

this is potentially one of the saddest things i've ever written, with trigger warnings for what is functionally suicidal ideation, frank discussion of someon else possibly commiting suicide, and mentions of the potential of a parent killing their child.

to say that i did not think this is where a flavor called "ramona's liver disaster tea!" would take me is kind of a fucking understatement but um surprise? maybe?

(earlier -- happier -- fics in this month long crazypants challenge can be found here)

Sad Sam Moments. Or, Sam's thoughts the morning before they get to Detroit to meet the Devil.

“Ramona’s Liver Disaster Tea!” Ramona says, appearing from behind the beaded curtain hiding the kitchen from the rest of the restaurant. She hustles across the restaurant with a steaming cup of tea that she places in front of Dean with a flourish. “It’ll clean your liver right out and you’ll be right as rain by the end of breakfast!”

Dean gives her a smile that’s megawatt charming by normal people standards, but severely lacking by Dean standards. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, and moves to take a sip.

Sam squirms a little in the seat across from him. He can’t stop staring at Dean’s hands, knuckles cut up and bloody from the bar fight two counties over last night. It’s either staring at that or at the bags under his brother’s eyes because Dean just won’t sleep anymore. He doesn’t know how to fix this, how to fix Dean, and Sam’s clock is about to run out.

They’re a half a day out from Detroit. Sam’s got about half a day.

He runs his hands over the ratty tablecloth covering the rickety table that they’re sitting at, tries to commit it to memory so he’ll have something to hold on to in the After. He tries not to count down the minutes, divide up the hours he’s got left here. He can’t think about what’s coming next, can’t wonder what it’ll be like to completely lose control of his faculties. Control over himself was one of the few things he had growing up. It was his means of getting through it all — the ever shifting horizon that Dad dragged them to, the new school every third Wednesday, the perpetual poverty that he couldn’t shake even when he went to Stanford. He got through all of it by being in control of himself.

Or at least he thought he did. He had thought he was in control when he was Ruby’s puppet. And he’d ended the world for that hubris. Maybe being under Lucifer’s thumb was his normal and he was still just too stupid and self-absorbed to see it.

He has to force himself to not think about it. He has to put one foot in front of the other or the sheer terror of what he’s about to do will cripple him. And that can’t happen because he has to go through with it. They’ve got no other shot left for the planet. And Sam can’t fail Dean again. He would rather let Lucifer tear into him for an eternity than see Dean’s heartbroken face again.

(He’ll see Dean’s heartbroken face again, anyway, he knows. He has to hope that Bobby and Cas and maybe even Lisa fucking Braden are enough to keep his brother from eating a gun after all of this— or do something worse, like bring Sam back from the dead again).

Sam sneaks a glance at his brother. Dean’s staring right back at him, hands wrapped around the bright purple teacup Ramona had given him, eyes glassy.

Dean had started a bar fight last night just to be able to do something. It’s stupid and self-destructive, but they’re literally at the end of the world. Sam can’t blame his brother for doing something that would have a beginning, a middle, and an end that Dean could control. There wasn’t a lot of that to go around. So he’d let Dean get drunk and beat on some handsy hicks who didn’t know how to take a no from a lady. Then they’d bundled themselves into the Impala and driven away, cackling and literally punch drunk.

The morning after feels less fun.

Sam knows they’re not getting out of this unscathed. No one in their little party is going to get a happy ending. It’s Sam’s fault and he tries to live with it, but every time he acknowledges it, it’s like he’s gutting himself with a dull fish knife. Over and over and over again, he has to look at Dean, at Bobby, fuck at Cas even, and see their war wounds. He gets to look out at the devastation and think, I did this.

There are days where he thinks John should’ve just ponied up and shot him. It wasn’t enough to fill Sam with a gaping hole of neediness, needing approval and smarts and an unwavering urge to “better himself”. John had looked in Sam’s eyes as kid and seen evil, and he was fucking right.

And god that hurt, in the end. Sam had sworn he’d prove his father wrong in every possible way and instead he proved him right. Fuck, there was a point there when he was ass deep in Ruby’s shit where he was John, almost.

Sam chances another look at his brother, pulling his eyes up from where he’s been tracing the pattern on the tablecloth for going on five minutes now. Dean’s still looking at him, eyes still glassy. Dean’s committing Sam to memory in the same way that Sam is trying to commit living in a body to memory.

A tear runs down Dean’s face.

Sam’s made his big brother cry, at the end of all things. He wants to crawl into a hole and die.

“I spent so long mad at you,” Dean says, voice shaking, then breaking. He rubs his eyes and sniffs. “I spent so fucking long mad at you and away from you and I was so stupid. And now I’m going to lose you.”

“Dean, you were right to be mad,” Sam says. He can’t touch the other parts, can’t think about it or risk going catatonic with stress.

“Sammy,” Dean says and then falls silent, still staring at Sam. His knuckles are white around the teacup. “I’m sorry I failed you,” Dean finally says after a beat.

Sam feels rage burn through him for a minute and it’s almost nice to feel something for a second that isn’t white hot terror, but it’s the wrong feeling. Dean’s fucked up a lot, yeah, but he never failed Sam. Not the way Sam failed Dean.

“You —“ Sam’s voice breaks and now he’s crying, too. Sam forces himself to say his next words to Dean and not the tablecloth. “You were one of the best things to every happen to me. You were definitely the best part of my childhood, Dean.” Sam’s eyes bore into Dean’s, willing some of this to get past Dean’s complete lack of self-worth. “You never failed me.”

They sit in silence for minute, Dean’s eyes pleading with Sam for some kind of a break.

Sam can’t give it to him because he’s a stupid fuck who broke the world eight months ago. All he can do is hope he’s got enough backbone in him to save the world. Cas and Bobby will have to be enough to do the rest.

As if summoned, Cas appears, seats himself next to Dean and eyes their untouched plates of food with a ravenous hunger that doesn’t belong to an angel. Sam makes himself take a sip of his coffee, swallow it past the lumps of guilt in his throat.

Dean clears his throat and stands. He mutters something about calling Bobby to see where the old man is and then steps outside after squeezing Cas’ shoulder once, in a way that implies something more than just manly friendship.

Sam should’ve said more to Dean. Sam should’ve always said more to him. Christ, there’s so many regrets at the end of fucking everything, isn’t there?

Sam catches Cas starting at him, in between giant mouthfuls of what was Dean’s breakfast platter.

“You’ll take care of him?” Sam asks.

Cas catches the implied when I’m gone part of the question without making Sam sweat for it.

“Of course, Sam,” Cas says, still every inch a soldier of god even without his grace. No one’s ever sworn an oath to Sam before. He’s incredibly thankful that it’s Cas, incredibly thankful for Cas and his loyalty and friendship, even when he and Dean had done so little to deserve it.

“Your brother is my charge. I will see him well,” Cas says, eyes never leaving Sam’s face.

Dean returns to the table, game face stitched back on, and Sam lets the moment break.

There’s not much he can be grateful for, here, now, at the end. But he can be grateful for this.

It has to be enough.

#spn #my fic #tea prompts #sam girls are right about sam deserving to have more of a say at the end of season five #like he DID end the world and there needs to be some atonement there? #but he also deserved to have some introspection about it #and maybe a hug #also sorry this is such a bummer guys #tomorrow's is shaping up to be a little wacky so hopefully that'll make up for this one

[homosexual-having-tea]

My brain is a rat shit mess rn and I wanna drink tea but it's too late for caffeine and ughhhh

#ignore me ranting on main but. MAN i need a ginger peach tea with honey #and maybe a hug

[atomicsheepscientist]

The recent uptick in posts is showing a direct correlation to a decline in my mental health.

#dont judge me #i just need serious psychiatric help sometimes #and maybe a hug #but dont fucking touch me

[readyfreddy]

1) my life is falling apart

2) I’m depressed

3) This semester is like watching a train wreck in slow motion

4) I’ll be home exactly one month today

#I have my own problems at home but I’m looking forward to being there #all I want for Christmas is stability #and maybe a hug

[syea-say]

The finale of a never-ending masquerade.

AQ 4.2 spoilers.

#fontaine writing cooked so hard #furina...my love... i'll give you all the hugs and macaroni that you ever wanted #ok maybe not all macaroni my funds are limited #genshin impact #genshin #digital art #my art #genshin furina #furina #neuvillette #focalors #genshin 4.2 #I CRIED #another one to the speedrun pile i am so swamped #i hope everyone enjoys the 4.2 story T_T #blessing your furina pulls

[whompingwillowsworld]

Spent 3 hours alone at urgent care today. I have a pretty gnarly kidney infection, apparently. Like an idiot I had them send them to my normal pharmacy. THAT WAS ALREADY CLOSED.

I feel so weak and shitty.

#I'd love some soup #and maybe a hug #or for someone to touch my back

[zombie-bait]

i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it

Fellas is it gay to give yourself a lobotomy to possibly preserve the soul of your one and only companion who died to save you? Asking for a friend

#gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #griddlehark #yes theyre all i think about now #Its a bit insane #These sad lesbians mean so much to me #I think harrow deserves like 300 hugs #And maybe a kiss from Gideon #And also a body to herself #Those are my demands Tamsyn Muir #Harrow really is THE fucked up little guy #The locked tomb fanart #harrow the ninth fanart #harrow the first

[voiddaisy]

jason todd being a book nerd in canon is so funny to me. like mf is a violent vigilante but chows down some pride & prejudice on his off time. he is such a silly goose (homicidal maniac)

#dcu #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #batman #bat family #jason todd is so silly #he is also psycho #it’s okay he died and came back to life #he has a reason to be psycho #i love jason todd #he needs a hug #maybe not a hug #he needs therapy #imagine him being the grammar police with tim in their dms #tim would be so annoyed #but jason definitely thinks it’s funny

[lazycranberrydoodles]

they are so in love and disgusting and also sarcastic bitches. follow for more / prev comic / next comic

#i have BEEN the grossly affectionate couple in the friend group btw. maybe one more reason i love them #right off the bat after meeting they are holding hands and hugging and touching each others shoulders #xie lian even rubs hua cheng’s back to calm him down during the lang qianqiu/ qi rong scene #also #the fandom knows that xl is an essentially kind person but i’ve been paying attention to his dynamic w/ fxmq #they give each other so much shit lmao 😭 #when xl is with people he knows well and trusts he is truly so judgemental and sarcastic. #it is so funny. #can you imagine being confronted by the most powerful people in the three realms and they destroy your self esteem with dry fucking wit #feeling so insane about them currently #tgcf #art #hualian #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hua cheng #xie lian #feng xin #digital art #my art #mxtx #comic

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

#everyone feel free to use these i crave more time travel fics #the sheer power qui gon would have as a fully communicating force ghost before and during the clone wars is astounding #qui gon with baby obi wan is like inconsolable sobs cause he never saw him this small and then his life was so sad and he couldnt even hug #him on tatooine but now look at his boy!!! so small and huggable!!!! #they absolutely weaponise baby obi against others his wet cat eyes are 1000% stronger now #they drop him in dookus lap like look grandpadawan:) #if you hold the grandpadawan maybe your sith behaviour will calm down :/ #anyway them together is like they throw enough bullshit into the air to blind everyone while they speedrun important changes in the back #after naboo is like everyone offering obi wan condolences and obi responding yeah im going to need them the fucker wont stay down #star wars #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #qui gon and obi wan #fic ideas #time travel shenanigans #codywan #anakin skywalker #disaster lineage #count dooku