#someone give this girl a hug

[ohshitmygender]

another disabled headcanon

There's no way Annabeth won't need a mobility aid in her future due to her ankle never healing right (if at all) during HoO. Knowing Annabeths character, she won't be able to accept it. Annabeth has not (and is not) been an ableist character, but due to her fatal flaw of hubris and her constant need to be right, she views it as a blow to her pride.

Nico is the one who would help her overcome her internalized ableism and realize that being disabled isn't a wrong thing. Being a kid from the past, Nico grew up with a lot of vicious stereotypes and being disabled himself, Nico is able to reach her through an emotional tie rather than a logical one.

It would take time, but Percy reaches her to. Eventually, she's able to ask for help during flare-ups instead of having that "I'm just making it a big deal" mentality. Percy lifts her with water and moves her around like he's carrying a queen in her throne, but Nico is the one she goes to when she needs someone who gets it.

#nicodiangelo #actually disabled #pjo hoo toa #hoo #pjo #toa #annabeth chase #will solace #percy jackson #apollo cabin #athena cabin #annabeths fatal flaw is so overlooked #she literally feels the need to be the best and know everything #someone give this girl a hug #fatal flaws

[maddiebat]

#blue poison #arknights #i love her so much #someone give this girl a hug

[larissa-the-scribe]

"I'm just.... not sure what to do. It just feels like every time I try to help, I instead end up getting everyone into even more trouble."

#someone give this girl a hug #and therapy #and sleep #the scars are 'cause she hasn't gotten her glamor charm yet #nor has she started her nervous habit of braiding her hair #just a young lil depressed gal in a big multiverse #lyn #evelyn vordur #rifters #rifters series 2 #mïrmylana #ocs #writerblr #original characters #larissa doodles

[liesmyth]

I think we should expand the adoption ideas. We need to make baby Harrow get adopted.

WE REALLY DO. I'm listening. Maybe the "vent bacteria" story gets out of the Ninth and the Fifth show up and Abigail decides to do more dynastic alliances but in a nice way. Maybe Crux puts baby Harrow on a shuttle and steals her away. Maybe G1deon shows up to find Wake's kid and Pyrrha emerges mid visit and thinks Harrow reminds her of Anastasia

#someone give this girl a hug #anonymous #ask #elle tlt posting #tlt

[mikapikachuus]

Akane Owari Headcanons

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06/04/22 (June 4th, 2022.) | SFW

She/her/hers. Akane probably doesn't understand the pronouns concept, but if you were to ask her about it she'd try her best. She's very supportive of trans people though and will easily forget your deadname.

Panromantic Demisexual. Akane has a lot of sexual trauma, and while she's willing to get romantic with anyone she has to have a proper relationship built on trust before she's willing to get intimate with someone.

Being passed constantly through the foster care system really left its mark on her. She has warped views on how families are supposed to work, not to mention a constant crippling inferiority complex that she attempted solving by giving her body away for money to do things.

She's the oldest in her family. Her mom and dad are addicts, and at a point Akane couldn't even tell who's her biological sibling or a sibling her parents foster for government money.

Akane doesn't learn names. It takes her a long time because of her tragic past. If she doesn't learn someone's name, it hurts less when they inevitably die or leave her behind.

She has at least seven different parental amalgamations, and she can't keep them straight.

Akane eats so much each time she comes into food because she isn't sure when her next meal will be. That's why she never stressed about the funhouse. She had adapted her body to convince itself it could last longer and feed later.

Owari is considerably malnourished outside of the Neo World program. She was in a terrible position before becoming a remnant, and it only continued as she occupied herself with destruction.

She has bruises and scars everywhere. They tie back to her abuse history, and her bruises never really heal like they're supposed to.

Akane only does gymnastics for money. And the gymnastics industry that she ended up in was extremely corrupted. But it brought money that fed her "siblings" well, so she continued to do it. During the days she was only giving her body for money she'd go days without food to feed her siblings.

She would do anything to protect the people she cares about. After the game, the other survivors were protected limitlessly by her.

#beggingforceleste #danganronpa headcanons #akane owari #danganronpa #someone give this girl a hug #angst #foster care

[stevebabey]

Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.

Really, it’s a last resort sort of thing. Robin’s gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And it’s fine, they’re close but Steve’s a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.

But, well, it’s just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robin’s gone. It being… shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steve’s much messier— in his head, in his life.

Touch aversion, that’s what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steve’s grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someone’s too touchy-feely with him. Robin’s said it’s normal, and he believes her.

It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched — like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.

It doesn’t happen that often — though, it’s more frequent than ever recently — but usually, Robin’s here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.

She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, “C’mere, dingus.” and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve can’t help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.

Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as he’d like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then he’ll be back to fine.

It what’s he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, well— okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldn’t give him a hug.

He’s seen Eddie’s hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littler’s head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.

Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve can’t give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity — few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesn’t want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.

So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddie’s, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steve’s not sure he’ll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.

He’s still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddie’s trailer. Steve decides that he’ll see how it goes, see if there’s an opening to ask…semi-naturally or something. He’s not gonna spring it on the guy.

Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddie’s knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though it’s just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.

Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Until—

“Steve? Y’okay?” Eddie’s voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.

“Hm?” Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.

Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steve’s lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. “You seem a bit stiff, that’s all.” Eddie rechecks. “You good?”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. “I-“ he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddie’s regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.

“This might sound a bit weird,” Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. He’s allowed to say no. Steve really doesn’t want him to. “Like, if you think it’s weird, that’s totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything and—”

“Steve.” Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. What’s on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?”

God, it’s like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steve’s head spinning. ‘The great mind of Steve Harrington’ makes him want to scoff. ‘Sweetheart’ makes him want to swoon. He can’t decide which one he wants to do more.

“Can I-” Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. It’s too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. “Can I… have a hug?”

There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddie’s smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day he’ll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veins— Eddie’s smiling, this is good.

“Well, of course,” Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddie’s midriff tightly. Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s neck, pulling him in close. It’s the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He can’t make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. “You call that a hug?”

He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve can’t help the way he melts into it— he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs comfortingly.

Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie — a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steve’s neck shuffle and Steve worries he’s trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steve’s scalp and shit, Steve really can’t control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.

“Can’t believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,” Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, he’s squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesn’t know, low and soft.

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles in reply, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddie’s arms around him just a little too much.

“What the fuck for?” Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steve’s spin. It feels like he’s tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steve’s chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because he’s that fucking nice.

That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but he’s had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesn’t want that— Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.

“Sorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.” Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddie— who’s looking at him so gently and still so so close.

“Just, aha—“ Christ, it wasn’t this awkward telling Robin. Steve’s hand moves to rub the back of his neck. “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile since,” He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. “Since I’ve had some touch. Usually, Robin’s around but y’know.”

He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasn’t moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steve’s next words.

“It’s okay, I’ve— I’ll be good now.” Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. He’ll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didn’t invite him around to hug— it’s weird, and Steve shouldn’t- can’t ask for more.

“Sooooo,” Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. “You don’t want another hug?”

In his lap, Steve’s fingers twitch. Eddie’s eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He can’t. He’s had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.

Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, “No, no, I’m good, dude. It’s… I’m okay, swear.”

For a moment, Steve thinks he’s convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steve’s words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, “Okay, can I have a hug then?”

Which, okay, right, Steve didn’t think of that. People don’t ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second there’s an expression of almost smugness on his face — like he’s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.

“I mean,” Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than he’s expecting. He clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, you can have a hug.”

“Great!” Eddie replies and he wastes no time. He’s all up in Steve’s space, arms around Steve’s waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because he’s not expecting it Eddie’s weight pushes him back so he’s lying on the couch.

If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steve’s neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steve’s mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until they’re pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steve’s middle.

“Just so you know,” Eddie’s voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steve’s neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddie’s responding grin even as he continues. “All hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope you’re okay with that, sweetheart.”

Steve isn’t stupid — he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steve’s stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadn’t blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feels…warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddie’s neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddie’s hair— like he had done to Steve. Eddie’s sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.

“I’m… I’m okay with that.” Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steve’s ribs.

Steve can’t help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. It’s a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isn’t used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.

“Relax,” Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldn’t be offering— wouldn’t tell him to relax if he wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s it.” Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. “Now, watch the movie.” Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part they’d gotten up to. They’d missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.

So, he doesn’t. He watches the film, let’s the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddie’s hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steve’s scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddie’s arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.

It’s the first time in years Steve’s fallen asleep in someone else’s arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, it’s certainly not the last.

now with a part two!

#woag yearning hours bro #[into a megaphone] if u project onto steve harrington put ur hands UP #i literally came home tonight like. hm might have to ask one of my flatmates for a hug #and when they go ??? whats wrong (cos this bitch never hugs) #i was fully prepared 2 be like o it has just been too long since someone touched me haha! #like thats not zeeeeeeeee most pathetic shit ever (pathetic if its me. not if its YOU) #anyways. steve get hug where ruby cannot #<3 #eddie would give delicious hugs u can't change my mind #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch starved steve harrington #that bitch needs a hug #ruby writes steddie #i rlly. came home and was like BLEH feeling dump and its like 2.6k. ok girl

[locked-tomb-shenanigans]

Listen I’m sure someone has already talked about this scene, and way better than I ever could, but it makes me so feral and I need to talk about it too

This is hands down the most depressing scene in the entirety of NtN in my opinion.

Surface level it’s Gideon yelling at Crux, but the significance here comes from the exact word choice. “You could have lived for her. But you didn’t know how.”

She uses past tense.

It’s not about Crux (who arguably did live for Harrow, considering his purpose was raising and protecting her, and could by all means still do this if he changed his mind about dying for Harrow.) It’s not about the congregation who worshipped her.

It’s about Gideon, who can’t live for Harrow anymore, because she’s dead. It’s about the promise she broke at the end of the first book. She’s talking about herself.

Harrow made her promise that when it comes down to it, Gideon needs to save herself. If only one of them can survive, it has to be Gideon.

At the end of the first book, Harrow is actively planning to sacrifice herself so Gideon can live, bringing up the promise and then diving into what this is actually about. Namely, how she owes Gideon her life back.

And Gideon breaks that promise, instead deciding to sacrifice herself for Harrow.

“I can’t keep my promise because the entire point of me is you. There is no me without you.”

Gideon doesn’t know how to live for Harrow, how to exist without her, even though it’s the most important thing Harrow ever asked of her—and so she dies for her instead.

“You could have lived for her. But you didn’t know how.”

And the sacrifice ended up being rejected by Harrow, because it’s not what Harrow wanted. It never was. So Gideon ended up feeling rejected and like her life and giving it up wasn’t worth anything. And she still immediately offers herself up again without hesitation. She’s ready to die for Harrow all over again, even now that she’s already dead.

“Die. Die for her. It’s the only goddamn good you’ll ever do her.”

Gideon is fucking furious—so much that Nona can’t even place her voice anymore—but not at any of the people who would rightfully deserve her fury. Not at Crux. She’s furious at herself. This whole scene is so damn heartbreaking to me.

And out of all the cruel things Crux has done to Gideon throughout her life, this might be the worst one: telling the girl who died for the Reverend Daughter once and was ready to die for her a second time that she couldn’t even get that right. That she managed to screw up the one purpose she was actually supposed to serve, the only good she’s ever done for Harrow.

Gideon is dead. She can’t do what Harrow asked and live for her anymore. What the hell is she supposed to do if she can’t die for her, either?

#I have so many feelings about this scene in particular #someone please give my poor girl a hug #and therapy #so much therapy #Griddlehark #the locked tomb #tlt #Gideon nav #Harrowhark Nonagesimus #Kiriona Gaia #ntn #nona the ninth spoilers #nona the ninth #ntn spoilers #Gideon x Harrow #harrow x gideon #crux tlt

[passionfruitbowls]

i’m extremely happy that the love square is becoming complete (!!!) but at the same time the contrast between the moments when marinette and adrien say they’re in love is killing meeeee

#SOMEONE GIVE MY GIRL A HUG PLEASE #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #determination spoilers #pfb talks

[cryptic-corvids-blog]

something something adaine has always struggled with feeling like there is something wrong with her, that she is not enough, that she is wrong somehow. she starts making friends and tries to unlearn the idea that she is hard to love and not worth the effort. then there’s a boy who might have a crush on her, who seems sorry for what his party is doing, and she doesn’t know how she feels about it. but no, he was just using her, because why would anyone care about adaine abernant? something something

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #adaine abernant #d20 fantasy high #d20 fhjy #dimension 20 fhjy #d20 fhjy spoilers #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #oisin hakinvar #i personally think adaine is aroace #but my god #i feel so bad for my girl #obviously the bad kids love her but what a terrible reminder of all her insecurities #someone give her a hug PLEASE #i am so emotional over this

[riccissance]

lottie’s arc in yellowjackets makes me so crazy. here’s this girl who has always been affluent. who could have provided her teammates with almost anything they needed. whose friends ask her for the most important things when everything lottie has is gone. when all she has to offer is her body and a mind she isn’t sure she can trust.

so lottie tells them about her intuitions, she leads group therapy/meditation, she grounds their emotions however she can. and she pricks her finger every morning so nat and travis come home safe, she cuts her palm open on the off chance it will get them food, she makes her body a punching bag for a girl with too much grief and rage to function. 

she spends a year and a half bleeding and suffering and tearing off pieces of herself to save her friends however she can. her friends who don’t even see her as a person anymore. she becomes a symbol more than anything else. then goes home. back to where the things she bled and suffered for are abundant. she gave away everything she had and was expected to somehow still be the person she was before. she’s completely catatonic because what can she do? what is left of the girl she was? how can she go back to being a girl at all when she had been a god?

#Yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoiler #lottie matthews #i have no idea if this even makes sense #my head is so full of thoughts #lottie matthews i love you #someone please give that girl a hug

[chaoticace2005]

I heard a lot of comments talking about the trailer scene of Charlie crying in front of Angel's door and how that means he might die or ascend to heaven, but this is my personal theory:

The scene happens before battle. Maybe even right after she gets back from heaven. We see how depressed she is in the episode 7 clip, so I think she was just walking down the hall (either aimlessly, to go to her room, or to seek out Angel) and the knowledge that Adam said they'd go after the hotel first hits her. She feels like a failure. She told everyone she could help and had a plan and it's all fallen apart.

I don't know, but I just feel like that scene happens before anyone gets hurt/dies. Episode 7 or early episode 8.

#charlie my girl #please someone give her a hug #vaggie? angel? someone please hug her #hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel theory

[dwyntwo]

I need a spin off where we see Inej tracking down every man who visited her in the Menagerie. I just read the part where this guy smelling like vanilla came in, and he recognized her from a show with her family, and she cried while he abused her and he didn't care....and my heart just completely broke even more than with the other parts about the Menagerie, which were already horrible. He forced her to mix her happy childhood memories with this hellhole. And if Tante Heleen had found out Inej cried, she would have beaten her up on top of it all. I can see what people mean when they say Inej's trauma wasn't taken seriously in the show

#inej ghafa #soc #six of crows #Sometimes we forget how much this girl suffered #And how strong she still is #Someone give her a hug please #shadow and bone

[izzy140105]

WHO LEFT HER ALONE BRO!!?? LOOK HOW SAD SHE IS!!! 😭😭😭

#someone gives this girl a hug and tell her how beautiful she looks right now!!! #bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton season 3

[alchemicaladarna]

Can we just talk about qBad and Pomme and the Cucurucho cookies earlier? Because I know Pomme has stated before that she doesn't like the cookies, and I know she's the type to put others before her which is why she said qBad needs to feed Dapper as his first priority... But idk, something about her seemed odd today.

Maybe I'm not too well-versed in Pomme's character yet, but I find it sad and strange that she would rather LOSE A LIFE than eat the cookies qBad was trying to give her.

Idk if she's usually like this, but Pomme just being dismissive about potentially losing a life this week is so heartbreaking...

My girl is not and has not been okay. I think yesterday was what got to her in particular. Like, I'm still reeling because the only reason Pomme agreed to eat them was because qBad said he would really miss her if one of his kind roommates died...

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp pomme #someone give this girl some hugs plz <33

[sydneys-adamu]

upon meeting for the sydney for the first time carmy couldn’t:

1. remember the word “resume”

2. remember what UPS was

and I am supposed to *checks notes* believe he didn’t fall in love with her right away

#his heart was beating out of his chest so hard I heard that shit #and don’t get me started on how nervous sydney was bc my girl kept her cool but she was also flailing #feeling so lucky to have gotten a first meeting and have that moment be so charged bc they’re both such loserssss #this is me giving them both a long hug and telling them I love them #this is coming from someone who doesn’t even believe in love at first sight btw #but when it’s these two I’ll believe anything lord help me #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #the bear

[nagitosstolenhand]

togachako comfort <3

#i drew this like 3 weeks b4 chapter 394 even came out which is kinda funny to me #togachako #himiko toga #toga himiko #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochacho #togachako fanart #bnha #bnha fanart #himiko toga fanart #ochako uraraka fanart #krita #my art #my post #digital sketch #artists on tumblr #i think toga deserves to b able to cry hysterically while being hugged by someone who cares about her #my girl has been through a lot someone give her a hug