#the falling is gentle

[lesbianlotties]

You're Lenore Usher and you just find out your entire family is sued for mass murder(?) and your grandpa offers 50 million to whoever catches the mole in the family, who his sister promises to murder. then your 27 years old uncle dies under an acid shower during an orgy which your mom willingly attended. but then your aunt gets her face ripped off by a chimpanzee and your other uncle jumps off his balcony because of a cat. your barely-older-than-you step-grandma tells you about giving a blowjob to your grandpa. your lesbian aunt and her partner go out in a murder-suicide. your last aunt tries to kill your step-grandma and dies by shattered mirror ceiling. but your mom is home, your dad is acting insane, your grandpa is speaking in poetry, and his sister is looking for the woman she kissed once like 40 years ago. but now you find out your dad mutilated your melted mom and then died drugged, with his dick out, and cut in half. and you think well this can't get any worse! but then carla gugino is in your bed and you fucking die. but it's okay because at least you didn't have to see your grandpa get killed by his sister who he poisoned and changed her eyes for sapphires but she came back to life and then a house fell on top of them.

#tbh lenore was lucky because her cause of death was carla gugino's gentle touch like ???? me next please?? #tfothou #tfothou spoilers #the fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher spoilers #lenore usher

[loveinhawkins]

While he’s still not recovered enough to play the guitar, Eddie takes up writing again. He uses a scrappy notebook, nothing special: to start with, it’s more a record of his handwriting slowly becoming clearer; gripping the pen, moving it across the page, no longer seems such a daunting task.

And look, it’s not like he’s Shakespeare here, somehow churning out masterpieces from a hospital bed. Sometimes he’s just doodling, flooding the margins with black ink until it bleeds through to the other side, looping spirals over and over for no reason—or maybe just to prove that he can.

He always keeps the notebook close by: folded over, the spine broken so it can rest propped up on the bedside cabinet. Sometimes he forgets, has to quickly put it under the sheets if he’s still writing whenever a nurse comes in.

He doesn’t know what he’s afraid of them seeing, exactly. Just remembers the fear of middle school—a boy ripping his notebook out of his hands and just laughing at Eddie’s desperate attempts to get it back.

It had been a lesson—to not be careless. To not leave pieces of himself lying around for others to handle.

Gradually, he fills more and more pages. Diary entries emerge in between mindless scribbles, and they help even if he’s not ready for talking about March yet, not even to himself.

He painstakingly logs conversations had during visiting hours; just focusing on one word leading into the next is calming, helps bring him out of his head. He’s got whole pages devoted to Wayne’s birdwatching, and actual full-blown diagrams thanks to Robin Buckley filling him in on obscure band kid drama.

On nights when his heart races for no apparent reason, he stays up writing—usually drifts off to sleep by the afternoon, notebook slipping through his ink-stained fingers.

He stirs awake on one such day, and he doesn’t know why until he hears the rustle of pages, the gentle thunk of something being set down.

His notebook.

“Did you look?” he murmurs, more asleep than awake. Maybe that’s why he asks: time is strange in dreams, long buried fears drifting up to the surface.

“No.”

And Eddie manages to open his eyes just enough to see Steve standing by his bed. He’s neatly set the notebook in its usual place on the cabinet, except he’s shut it so the edges don’t curl up all that much.

“No, I didn’t look. Eddie, that’s yours, okay?” Steve says softly, but no less serious for it.

And Eddie wonders if there’s more to the pages he’s filled, even the scribbles—if he’s revealed more of himself than he thought.

“You can if you want,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow.

“Shh. Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t mind if it’s you,” Eddie says. He reaches for words, clumsy with drowsiness, and he surprises himself with what he says, but he finds that he means it. Feels it, so certainly. “Want… want you to see.”

The thought would’ve been terrifying years ago.

But this isn’t middle school, and he trusts Steve Harrington with his heart.

#i just love slow gentle healing and recovery #slowly trusting slowly falling in love #pre steddie #eddie munson ficlet #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie

[mothiea]

#spilled thoughts #poem #literature #love poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #dogs #nature #fall #winter #in the past #struggle #love #heartbreak #gentle #thememoryinthebackofyourhead #thethoughtinthebackofyourhead #pinterest #nostaligiacore #nostaliga #nostalgic

[gtzel]

The First few episodes of my webcomic are out! Be sure to check out the rest on webtoon it really helps >>>

And lore stuff: https://www.tumblr.com/zelda1410/737995533557383168/so-lorei-came-up-with-some-for-the-boy-in-the

And if you like the story check out the written version: https://www.wattpad.com/1314657780?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=Zelda1410&wp_originator=KzJ0kOauqzDPCXPQtCwOIpBw%2F3B2SAySLVEwbU33U2zBJpfaMKzun2yKfq5808tn%2Bw1Q2h1sIhr%2BLFhrOvC%2FBEEiIRQEvVrony%2FLyvGE4hmbLpmTTFaulAcmv%2BxwEOMW

#webtoon #gt webcomic #webcomic #webcomix #web cartoon #gt story #gt movie #we gt #fall gt #gt tips #gt talks #gt ideas #gt meme #gt #giantmale #giant and tiny #gianttiny #i love giants #gentle giant #giantess

[tsuchinokoroyale]

I am once again complaining about my choice to attend a rave that has left my body in shambles

#gpoy #I swear I’m not a girl who goes out often it’s just hot girl summer #when the gentle wind beckons softly through the leaves as autumn colors fall #I will be back to snuggling babies 24/7 I promised this to them…

[andoutofharm]

FALL OUT BOY AND TINY PUPPIES

#they are so fucking gentle with them wtffffffffff 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #fob #fall out boy

[fighting-naturalist]

idk i just thought he looked real pretty lit like this 🤷‍♀️

#GOD some of the lighting in this show makes me want to punch things it's so fucking GOOD #stargate #sg-1 #stargateedit #jack o'neill #richard dean anderson #s4 #ep18 #4.18 #***edits #sorry but i've gotta get poetical here #the waxy warm glow illuminating his face with the gentle shadow falling across it..... #...the soft backlight that makes his silver hair a hint of a halo...low light making his eyes deep and dark..... #someone 'ya we want jack to look warm and gentle but also very sad' and the lighting crew went 'say no more' and fuckin SENT IT

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 2 #requiem for a falling star #his expression here is one of my favorites. so painterly #gentle despondence. mournful acceptance. it's like the mona lisa just solved a murder

[pearlcaddy]

LOCKWOOD & CO. 1.08

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwoodandcoedit #anthony lockwood #anthonylockwoodedit #lucy carlyle #lucycarlyleedit #locklyle #locklyleedit #smallscreensource #tvedit #cinematv #pearlcaddyedit #pearlcaddy l&co #500 #there was no need for these gifs to be so big except there was because i wanted to press my eyeballs right up against this scene #it's about the tender thumb stroke on the cheek and the head in the lap #about the other hand gripping his lapel so there's no chance of him falling even though it's not a risk #the gentle way she collects his arm and coat and TAKES HIS HAND #and then the way she does his arm slide thing to bring her hand back to his cheek #i don't have anything coherent to say about this scene. i am just screaming internally #i hope he was at least semi-conscious for some of this. he deserves to be held tenderly by the girl he's in love with and know about it #sorry for the gif spam today--i took the day off to recover from meeting a major deadline and i spent it in my happy place: locklyle

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

#< haithie 3 #&(*^&@)*(&& hieeee ! ! omgeeb so 🥺 this is how i imagine reader n haitham to meet in this au . . #i rllie like imagining alhaitham w someone who is more . . . gentle n naive n almost timid ?? like despite all The Horrors they are still #not worn down by it all ( or so it seems C; ) n remain tender towards the world #bcos . as we know . alhaitham is . . not exactly that . he is much more guarded n cautious after experiences frm his own life #+ also seeing what happens to others #so putting him with his ' diametric antithesis ' jus sounds rllie precious in my eyes 🥺🥺 #how they cn learn frm each other ! show each other something they've never seen before 🥺 #maybe fall a little in love in the process . . . WAAAH #anws :3 anywhosies :3 this is what this au is all about :3 n i hope ! ! ! i hope #if / when i continue to post lil blurbs about it #this is what u envision too :3 #WAH ! #um um um ! ! 🥺 if u like this au or wnt to see more of it . . . then may i selfishly ask u to interact with this post ?? #even a like is fine ! ! or u can tell me too ! #'s just to gauge interest bcos rn i dont weally knowwww if anyone is interested in this besides like . #Me ><

[glossolali]

gifts u sof swm cuddles.... kisses ur forehead... enjoy

#he's reading to them 🥰 and his gentle voice helps them fall asleep 💕❤️ esp molly because sleeping is difficult after he comes back #shadowidomauk #shadowgast #widomauk #shadowmauk #critical role #critical role fanart #cr fanart #caleb widogast #essek #essek thelyss #mollymauk #mollymauk tealeaf #glossoart #glossopost

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Judd Ryder in S4E17

#911 lone star spoilers #911lsedit #judd ryder #tommy vega #i didnt have me caring more about this plot than tarlos' on my finale bingo card but man oh man #jim fucking SMASHED this #and I feel like if it hadn't been the 2hr finale we would see more people appreciating it #but carlos' story kind of eclipsed it a little #but ooh man my heart breaks for judd and wyatt in this episode #the gentle giant cowboy i didnt know i was gonna fall in love with when i started this dumb show #i just wanna give him a hug #my gifs #911 lone star #episode: s04e17 best of men

[leconcombrerit]

'Take my hand, let's go somewhere we can rest our souls ; we'll sit where it's warm, you'll say "look, we're here alone" ' -Circles, Hollywood undead

You know I just love New so much. Here's the hug we might never get but all want, and that both Non and New desperately needed/need. Manifesting it for episode 12 the show can do whatever it wants with everyone else just spare those two for a goddamn minute.

#dead friend forever #dff the series #This whole thing hits twice as hard #cause I know I wouldn't be here making fanart and watching shows #if it weren't for my siblings #If I stumble and fall and make dumb mistakes #there will always be someone to pick me up #and carry me part of the way #Non needed that too #and now New needs it #please little show treat them with soft gentle kindness

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

on Thursday I'm grabbing all-you-can-eat sushi after work with a guy and then we're carving pumpkins and watching over the garden wall. happy autumn besties!

#sorry if you live somewhere where it's not autumn #the fall season and Halloween vibes is what brought me back to posting <3 #we got the pumpkins together on Saturday at a farmers market #HOW THE GENTLE WIND #BECKONS THROUGH THE LEAVES #AS AUTUMN... COLORS... FALL... #not asmr #text post #chitty chatty #about me

[aimbutmiss]

It was another long night in the office for Crocodile.

To be fair, it was never intentional. He always reminded himself to retreat to his sleeping quarters at acceptable hours as he sat down to get some work done, but the idea was forgotten the moment he picked up a document.

So, he had severe time management problems. Whatever.

He dropped the paper he was holding and rubbed his temple with a groan. He was getting too old for sleepless nights like this. But work never ended with Cross Guild. He had a lot of things to overlook, even with the help he had from Daz and Buggy, who surprisingly made quite the good businessman. And maybe he was being a bit too cautious—too detailed with his work, but he found out the hard way that attention to detail payed off. He wasn't new to all this, he had built Baroque Works from ground up and he had also very much done the same with Cross Guild. He was proud of his meticulous work habits. No matter how many sleepless nights he had, it was always worth it.

And he loved his office; it was his safe place. He loved having a little corner to himself, away from everyone and everything. Karai Bari was loud, always home to some type of festivity. Crocodile was never one for such ruckus, and only allowed it because it helped with crew morale. But no matter what stupid thing was going on out there, he could shut it out and hide in the peaceful silence of this room. He could crunch numbers day and night, without having to deal with nightmares in his bed.

Yes, Sir Crocodile had nightmares; for he was human like any other.

He wasn't ashamed of his demons, but he'd never admit it to anyone if asked about it. He had spent years building the strong, powerful persona he had. He had convinced many that he was invincible, without weakness. It would all crumble if the world found out he woke up in cold sweat some nights, tears staining his face.

Monsters did not cry.

He slammed his head on the desk and closed his eyes for a second. Trying to get his much needed rest from a few seconds of shut eye was ridiculous, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could get up and get back to work, the door to his office slowly opened. He could have looked up to see who it was, not that there were many people who would walk into his office in the dead of night, but he decided to act as if he had fallen asleep for some reason. He just... felt like it. He didn't move an inch as footsteps approached closer to his desk.

"That could be a fire hazard, you idiot."

The mysterious intruder turned out to be just Buggy, which was weird. The clown had no reason to pay him a visit, especially not at this hour. The man picked up the lit cigar on the ashtray and put it out. A few second later, he gently laid a blanket on the "sleeping" man's shoulders, making sure he was covered up nicely. He hadn't moved from his place, so he must have detached his hands to pick it up from wherever.

"You don't have to work yourself this hard, you stubborn old man."

Crocodile was suddenly hyper aware of everything: the smell of Buggy's newly washed hair; his hand on his back, drawing slow circles into his tense muscles... He felt himself involuntarily relax into the touch.

"I could have changed you into something more comfortable and carried you to your bed if you weren't built like a fucking sea king. Oh well, this should do for now."

Before his business partner left the room, he could barely feel him give a kiss on his head. Yet it was enough to make the hairs on his neck stand up.

Buggy walked to the door, trying his best to be silent, and shut the lights. He left with a gentle whisper of "Good night." and Crocodile didn't have it in himself to get up for the next... God knows how long.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep just like that. When he woke up the next morning, he had mild back pain from sleeping while hunched over a chair. But despite that, he hadn't slept so well in ages.

No nightmares, just a warm blanket and the lingering smell of shampoo.

#gentle crocobug save me #i told y'all croccy's time was coming #I got super carried away while writing this #I was just about to fall asleep but then this came to me in a flash and I just had to write it down #crocobug #buggy x crocodile #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #cross guild #one piece #my writing

[decarbry]

sing me to sleep +bonus

#boku no hero academia fanart #my hero academia #erasermic #nomu aizawa #Yabureme Aizawa AU #hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #eraser head #present mic #happy valentines' day <3 #yabumic hugs!!! #it becomes a ritual after Hizashi has his husband back #slow dances and gentle songs until he falls asleep and then put him to bed