i miss him and i love his jacket

“Say my name.” I told him.
“Why?” He asks.
“Just do it. Please.” I reply, clenching tighter onto his jacket.
Then he spoke the hopeless 7 lettered name and from that moment, I knew,
Nothing was the same. Nothing was going to be the same again. There was no joy in his voice; no happy memories, not a single bit of care.
I let go of his jacket and walked away.
Never did I ever write my name the same way again.
—  excerpt from a book I will never write #47

I have to get it out of my head. How I fell for him. How I miss him.

I remember the first day I met him, and his eyes were a warm brown. It was still summer then, and all I wanted was to talk to him. I wanted to know if he felt the same thing.

Time passed.

I thought of him more and more. I thought of his laugh and the smell of his jackets and our deep conversations late at night and the way his smile lit up a room. And then we talked as if we’d known each other all our lives. Maybe in another life we did. I didn’t know what love felt like, but that sure seemed like it. It felt like falling. There’s this terrifying feeling that creeps up on you when you realize you need someone so badly. Your heart races. You say stupid stuff. You make wishes at 11:11. I was just a kid, but it didn’t matter. I’d still do it now.

Time passed again.

He faded from my life just like a season. One moment he was there no matter what, the next there was silence. That’s when I began to feel empty. The loneliness of abandonment always nags at you until you give into it. Even if you resist, it’s there. I miss him like you miss oxygen when you’re underwater too long. I miss him like that lemonade I was dying for the day we met. I miss him like you miss the rain when it’s a hundred degrees.

I want to tell him that he’s still everything, that the littlest things remind me of him. I want to say I feel alone when I look up at the stars without him beside me and that a field of grass under the sun isn’t peaceful without our quiet conversations. I want to tell him I think of him every night as I have trouble sleeping, every day as I feel detached. I want to say I’m in love. But I won’t tell him. I never do. I never did.

If he ever reads this, he won’t even know it’s about him.

—  you can’t be the one
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Louis outside the James Arthur concert in London, 3/21.

100 Reasons Why - 06

BTS 방탄소년단 - Soulmate!AU

Warnings -  polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut

Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.

Glossary - 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06


“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” He says, turning you around to slip the coat over your shoulders. You blush, looking down to avoid his eyes. Yoongi bends down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t stay long.”

“I’ll be back before you can miss me.” You tease, running our thumb across his cheek as you hold him in place.

Yoongi chuckles, arms hands wrapping around your waist. “I already miss you.”

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[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter Twenty Seven)

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Mark and I are chatting in the staircase in the scientific block.

“Miss Kraige, that’s quite a right arm that you have.” Mark says, quite appreciatively, caressing the cheek I slapped yesterday. I laugh at him.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, and he makes a pretty pout.

“A kiss will make it better.” He taps his cheek with his finger, asking for a kiss. I pull him by the collar of his jacket and kiss his cheek, everywhere, big kisses that make him smile and giggle like a fool. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back, tender yet playful, his lips flicking against mine. The bell announcing the lunch break rings, but I ignore it. I kiss his earlobe, and I can sense him checking his watch.

“As much as I would love to kiss you all day, I have to go.” He says, pulling away from me.

“Just a little bit more.” I plead between two kisses. I capture his mouth with my lips to prevent him from retorting. He pushes away from me.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse your offer.” He says, and I whine.

“What do you have to do?” I ask.

“I’m eating out with Lauren and Mr. Ryan.” He says.

“My cheer coach and my sciences teacher? Is that a way to stalk me?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I want to make sure you’re a good girl.” He smirks. A good girl? I like him calling me like that. I remember that day when he fed me vanilla yogurt. My muscles clench deep down in my belly.

“You don’t need to ask my teachers to know that.” I put my index on his lips, and he kisses it. My finger skims over his lower lip, and I slide it down his chin, down his neck, between his collarbones, his pecks, and he looks down as I run it down his abdomen, stopping right above his belt loop. He looks up at me, and his eyes have darkened. I hook my finger inside the waistline of his pants and pull him to me, capturing his lips with mine. Then I kiss his earlobe, his jawline, his neck.

“I’m a good, good girl.” I whisper as I nip at his throat. I can be good to him. I remember the last time I tasted him. It was so long ago, it’s been weeks. Suddenly, I’m have a yearning desire for him. I run both of my hands up his toned chest, then slide then down again, and I start massaging him through his pants. That should keep him with me, right? He grabs my wrist.

“You’re being very bad, right know.” He whispers, his eyes burning. He takes my chin in his hand and tips my head back.

“I really have to go, and you’re torturing me.” He says. Torturing him? I like torturing him. I take his hand and place them on my hips.

“How about we stay after class,” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“and I’ll show you how good I can be.” I whisper. Mark takes my lower lip between his teeth and tugs.

“You love classroom sex, don’t you?” He says, his voice hoarse.

“Only with you.” I bite down on my lip, the memory of yesterday making my blood boil.

“Well that’s given, since I am your first.” He says. Suddenly I want to play.

“Where did you get that idea from?” I tease, tracing the line of his neck with my index. Marks lips quirk.

“How very brazen, miss Kraige. I am going to need a name, a number, and an address.” He says, making me laugh. I kiss his cheek and slip away from him, still giggling.

“Bon appetit.” I sing, climbing up the stairs.

“This discussion is not over.” I turn to look at him, and he’s smiling from ear to ear. I blow him a kiss and run away before he decides to chase me, I know he could.  When I reach the top of the stairs and walk in the hallway, I notice Henry rumbling through his locker. I have to corner him.

“Henry?” I calk walking to him. He looks at me, recognizes me, and then returns to whatever he’s doing.

“Hi, mushroom.” He sighs.

“Why do you never answer my text?” I ask him.

“I was busy yesterday. You said you have something to tell me?” He replies coldly. I wanted to talk about yesterday, and tell him I would take my distances from him. I could do it now, but he looks strange to day. As if something died in his eyes, he looks, lifeless.

“Henry, what’s up? You’re acting so weird.” I ask him. He closes his locker.

“I have to talk to you.” He says. Oh.

“Roof?” I propose, and he nods. Why is he so strange? He wants me to stay his friend, but then he doesn’t answer my text and acts cold towards me. I feel bad because I’m going to officially tell him to back away from me.

We go to the roof and sit where we are used to.

“Tell me. What’s wrong?” I ask him. Henry sighs and rubs his anxiously. I’ve never seen him like this.

“You first.” He breathes, pinching the bridge of his noise.

“No, tell me. You’re worrying me.” I reply. He closes his eyes, exasperated.

“No, Abby. You tell me first.” He’s almost hissing. Woah.

“Okay, first of all, I am sorry that Mark punched you. He’s too impulsive.” I start, but he doesn’t react. He just stares at the ground.

“Henry, you have to understand I’m in a very delicate position.”

“You know, you’re my closest male friend. I’ve never been close to boys. And I know it’s not going to be the same now. I want to do my best to stay as close to you as possible, but I think it’s gonna be really complicated.”

“Mark doesn’t want me to talk to you, but at the same time I’m worried about you. I care about you, Henry.”

“Say something.” I plead. Henry rubs his eyes nervously, and then he sniffles. He’s crying?!

“I’m sick.” He whispers.

“What?” I grab his shoulder to make him look at me, but he doesn’t move.

“I’m too tired. It’s not worth it.” He puts his head in his hand and pulls at his hair.

“What are you talking about? You have a disease?” I ask. He looks up at the horizon, his hands on each side of his nose.

“My head,” He runs his hand in his hair.

“is full of… thoughts. Bad thoughts.” He looks at me, and his eyes are wide and teary. Henry crying is heartbreaking.

“It’s like I have ten other me inside, and they’re always fighting.” His voice is shaky, and his throat is tight.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” I murmur. Henry sighs, and puts his head back in hands. Fuck, how could I not see it?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.

“I want to be normal. But I’m not.” He says.

“Henry, I thought you could tell me everything.”

“Tell you I’m fucking crazy?!” He hisses, looking up at me. Crazy? I remain silent.

“I’m sick of this. I can’t.” He sobs.

“Henry, please explain to me. Tell me.” I plead.

“I’ve killed people before.” He says.

“What?”

“I like killing people. It’s thrilling.” He breathes. He looks horrified. What? No!

“Blood. Screams. Cold corpses. It’s my heaven.” He shrugs apologetically. No! It can’t be true. Not him, not Henry.

“When you rejected me, I wanted to kill you.” He says. Kill me? Run, Abigail. Leave, now.

“But I love you too much to kill you. Not you, I’ll never hurt you.” He adds. Fuck! He’s in love with you, mad at me, and emotionally unstable. Mark saw it, but I didn’t. His bad presentiment, I bet he didn’t imagine that. Neither did I. Henry ruffles through his bag, and I get up from cement block. He pulls out a silver gun and turns around to face me.

“No, please!” I scream, holding my hands up. Where the fuck did he get this? Henry frowns at me.

“Hey, calm down.” He murmurs. I glance anxiously at his weapon. How can I stay calm? Am I going to die?

“You didn’t hear what I just said? I’ll never hurt you.” He says. I don’t believe him anymore.

“Since prom, the urge, it’s still there. I need to kill.” He says. Tears spring to my eyes. I’m going to die.

“Sit back down.” He orders. No, please, no.

“Henry, put that down, please.” I plead, tears rushing down my face.

“Fuck, Abby! I’m not going to shoot you, sit back down!” He yells, startling me. I obey, and sit next to him. He reaches out to me and I flinch. He freezes for a moment, then he wipes my tears away. I hiccup.

“You wouldn’t date a killer. But the urge is still there.” His caresses my face with his knuckles. Oh, it can’t be possible. It can’t be happening, no. Not again, not that. Henry grabs the back of my hand, and he presses his lips against mine.

“Mmh!” I moan, but let him do. I’m paralyzed by the fear. I address a silent prayer to god, begging him to stop all of this. Henry pulls away from me, his eyes closed. Why are you doing this to me? Why did I do to deserve this?

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispers. He opens his eyes, and his thumb caresses my trembling bottom lip. He sighs and sits up straight, facing the horizon. He takes a deep, long breath, and closes his eyes.

“I need to stop. For you, Abby.” He brings the gun to his temple, and there is a loud detonation. I jump, bringing my hands to my mouth. Henry lays on my knees, unconscious, maybe dead.

Everything is silent. All I can hear is the erratic beating of my heart, and my thought bumping inside my head. What just happened? Did he just shoot himself? Because of me? This thing that just happen in films or fanfictions, just happened to me? I’m paralyzed. I sit there without moving, my hands over my mouth, and my eyes lost in the horizon. I hear rushed footsteps and muffled voices.

I see feet in front of me, four persons are there?

“Call an ambulance.”

Oh, it’s Mark.

“Lauren, call the police!”

Always, always yelling. Someone runs away, they are only three.

“Go make sure no student come here.”

Another person leaves, and Mark appears in front of me, crouching down.

“Abigail.” His tone is wary. I think he’s holding my shoulders, but I feel numb.

“Abigail, what happened?”

My scalp prickles, so much that I think I’m overheating.

“Abigail.” He shakes me.

“Abigail, answer me.”

“Abby.” Mark calls. I need to stop. For you, Abby. I can see Henry putting his gun on his temple, and his face cringe right before he pulls the trigger. The noise. I don’t want to hear it. I cover my ears and scream on top of my lungs, as loud as I can to cover the sound. Not again, not again.

“Abby, calm down!” Mark shakes me. Henry is still on me. No! I squeeze my eyes shut and scream louder. Go away!

“Abby!”

No! Go away!

“James, help me.”

I scream and scream, and suddenly I feel Henry’s weight off me. And then I’m standing.

“Abby, stop!” I open my eyes and Mark is dragging me away. Thank god.

“Are you hurt?” I turn and look at Henry. He’s in the same position as before, but I’m not under him.

“Abby, look at me.” Mark stands in front of me, blocking my panoramic vision. Now, I see him.

“Tell me what happened.” He says. What happened? Where to start… I wipe invisible sweat off my face, but my hand actually does get moist. I look down at my hand. Blood! I wipe my cheeks and check my hands, they’re red with blood. I look down at my clothes. Blood, everywhere. There are pink bloody bits on my skirt. His brain exploded on me? My stomach twist, and I manage to turn away before vomiting on the floor.

“Fuck!” Mark curses before holding my hair as I empty my stomach. I cough, and when I sit up, all my strength leaves me. My legs feel like jelly. The adrenaline rush is over. I threaten to fall backwards, but Mark catches me. Suddenly I feel a sharp, horrible pain in my lower belly.

“Ah!” I wince. What’s going on?

“What?” Mark breathes. I untuck my shirt from my skirt and lift it. I have a hole on the right side of my lower belly, just next to my hip bone. It’s bleeding? A bullet? I look up at Mark, incredulous.

“Mark…” His name comes out as a plea. I’m helpless, it’s too much. Help me.

“No.” Mark breathes, his voice barely audible. My legs give up on me, but Mark holds me close.

“No, Abby, no!” He yells, laying me down on the floor. It hurts. It fucking hurts so bad. It hurts so munch, the pain radiates everywhere, like a poison, paralyzing me.

“Call an ambulance!” Mark turns to Ryan, and I hear his fast footsteps as he runs to the door.

“Shit.” Mark mutters under his breath, taking his jacket off in a hurry. He puts it into a ball and presses it against my wound. Ah! It hurts terribly, the pain is unbearable. And I try to breathe it away, but my body is completely overwhelmed by pain, and my head is in panic. Am I going to die?

“Baby, stay with me, okay?” Marks alarmed eyes look at me. I try to nod weakly.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He says, and I nod. I want to tell him not to press so hard, but my throat is tight, and I can’t steady my breathing.

“Oh, Abby. What happened…” It’s almost a sob. I try to reply, but all I manage to get out is some shaky hiccups.

“Slow, baby. Breathe.” Mark murmurs, and I try, I really try. All I can sense, all I can feel, all I am is pain, and all I can do is suffer. The pain is metaphysical, slowly taking control of me, possessing me, oppressing me, smothering me. I’m smothered by pain, and at some point it starts blocking my ears. Every sound is now muffled, and I feel better.

“Baby, stay with me.”

Relaxing, yes I need to relax. Let the pain do whatever it wants to do. It’s way stronger than me, stronger than my will to stay with Mark.

“No, baby, no. Please, no.”

There… There… It’s better like that. I can feel the pain drift away.

“Abby, open your eyes. Please, baby.”

Oh, Mark. I can’t.

“Fuck, Abby! You stay with me, you hear me?! Fucking stay with me!”

Always mad at me… I can hear him yelling at me, and for once I don’t have to hear it until he’s done. The sounds, the sensations, even the pain, they all fade away. See? Relaxing was the right thing to do. Darkness sinks in.

Run away (Closed rp)

Shadow sat down on the grass and pulled his knees up to his chest. He had just left the house where the rest of the pack were hanging out. He felt like he wasn’t needed anymore. Everyone was preoccupied with themselves to even realize that he was slipping further and further into his weak past. ‘They don’t need you! He doesn’t want you! You’re just a whiny bitch!’ Voices in Shadow’s head shouted at him. He lifted his hand to his collar that was given to him when he first became Tyler’s. He undid the collar from around his neck as tears dripped down his cheeks. He pulled out a sheet of paper from his jacket and a pen.

`Daddy, I’m leaving. You don’t need me anymore and neither do the others. I just feel like a burden to stay around here any longer. I love you and I will miss you, but I can’t stay any longer if I know that I’m just a place-holder. Goodbye, Shadow.`

Tears dripped off his cheeks and onto the paper. He placed his collar on top of the paper and stood up. He wiped his eyes, taking one last look at the house before he shifted into his panther form and ran into the forest. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted, daddy.’

@tyler-the-nymph

I choked back the “I love you” lodged in my throat, sending it deep into my chest. And I forced myself to ignore the voice that wished that he’d asked for this hug sooner and that I hadn’t yet put on my jacket, and that I could instead love the feel of his arms slipping beneath the cotton of my cardigan and his hands dragging over the thin fabric of my dress and the bare skin underneath.
—  💜
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“I had to find out through a stupid text message, ‘Hey, Y/N, Dean’s not dead’.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen that way-”

“But it did, Dean! I thought you and I- we had something special.”

“You’re right. We did. And we still can. I love you, Y/N.”

You sigh heavily, wanting with all your heart to believe him. “I’m having a hard time trusting that.”

“Give me a chance, please.”

You can’t stand it any longer. The tears rolling down his cheeks and the sincerity in his green eyes cause you to throw your arms around his neck.

“I missed you so much.” You cry into his jacket.

Dean’s arms tighten around you. “I missed you too.”

#164: notes he leaves around the house for you

Mark: “I’m going to get us some food. Be back soon. - Mark.” he smiles as he nods in satisfaction at the note, and then straightens out his side of the bed carefully, trying not to wake you, and then leaves the note in place of him, hoping you’d wake up when he comes back.  

Jr: “Sometimes you make me so mad. You never wear your jacket when it’s cold and you always yell at me… but it’s okay, because I love you. and I’ll miss all the times you yell at me. See you soon. - Jinyoung.” You smile as you felt the hole of missing him. He’d be home soon, you knew, and finding this was another reminder of that. 

JB: “Buy cat food for Nora… PLEASE!! - Jaebum, the best boyfriend of all time who would buy your cat food if you asked him to.” You walk through the apartment door with a bag of cat food in your hand and a smile on your face. “Best girlfriend ever,” he says, smiling back at you and kissing the top of your head.

Jackson: “I’m sorry I had to leave so soon to practice, but I promise that I’ll come to see you again later. Miss you already, love you. - Jackson.” He sighs, placing the note on the nightstand and then looking down at you one more time to kiss your forehead.

BamBam: “I love you, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU A LOT!!” you groan, looking at the bathroom mirror that was covered in sticky notes of the same message, over and over again and you could practically hear his voice in every note. Oh, and one in the corner: “Sorry I got bored. BUT I LOVE YOU! - Bamx2.”

Youngjae: “I’m going to be studying for the whole day… but come over at 4p,, ok? I also kind of want to see you. ;) - Youngjae” You laugh, looking down at the time on your phone until a text message interrupts you. “COmE NOW!” it reads, and then disappears so you can see the time. It was only 2pm.. guess he really wanted to see you.

Yugyeom: “Friendly reminder that you’re the best person EVER! And I love you A LOT! BYE! - Yugyeom.” You scrunch your face as you hear him walking into the room. His face turns red as you turn around and hold the note up for him to see. “BYE!” he says cutely, and then runs away as you laugh.

doctor/patient confidentiality

CAN YOU DO AN IMAGINE WHERE THE READER WORKS AS JOKER LETO’S PSYCHIATRIST BUT SHES NOT A PUSH OVER AND SHES PRETTY BADASS BUT BREAKS HIM OUT CAUSE SHE LIKES HIM

It’s 1:30am, I should be sleeping or at least preparing for my interview in the moring but here I am writing this bc I’m 3 followers away from 1,000 and I love you all. + sorry I haven’t posted a fic in a while! & sorry it’s short but I kinda like this storyline if anybody would like a part two?? ahaha

“Mr J” you smiled as your favourite patient got carted into your office.
“Miss Y/L/N” he purred back as the guard shoved him down in the chair opposite you, he glared back up at them as one of them shoved his shoulders forward. Luckily for them he was wearing a straight jacket.
Both waiting for the men to leave the room before speaking. The door clicked behind them, Mr J taking it as his queue to talk.
“So Y/N what do you want to talk about today.. my terrible childhood or how you’re going to get me out of this place?” he grinned flashing his white gold grill that you adored.
“Let’s start with the terrible childhood” you giggled rolling your eyes.
“That wasn’t the right answer, ” he glared changing his mood instantly. If you were anybody else you’d feel on edge getting glared at like that by The Joker himself, but honestly, you’d become rather fond of his mood swings.
“One day you’ll get out of this place, J” you smiled “in a body bag.”
The green haired man threw his head back in laughter.
“I like you, ” he practically growled.
“Good. I’m honoured.”

The session carried on as normal, he avoided answering your questions and attempted to flirt with you, trying to get to know more about your life.
All until then you were interrupted by the guards.
“Excuse me, we still have 20 minutes left” you scoffed as they pulled J out of his chair to strap him into a cart suitable for Hannibal Lecter.
“Strange wants him, downstairs” one of them stated, glaring at you. You weren’t really allowed to know what went on down there, however, Mr J just rolled his eyes at the mention of it.
“I don’t care, he’s under my care for the next 20 minutes.”
“By all means come and watch” J purred with wide eyes and a smirk.
Without hesitation you replied “I will.”
Nothing but the sound of your heels hitting concrete filled the air as you followed the men down to the basement, all squashing in the elevator. J’s breath creeping down your neck, giving you goose bumps.
“Wait here, ” the guards said in unison as you reached your destination, blocking your path to the room they pushed Mr J into. You watched from the big glass window as they strapped him down onto a bed and placed guards in his mouth.
The knot in your stomach grew, something was wrong. The whole situation was wrong.
Hugo Strange entered the room, greeting Mr J and the guards before turning away and flicking the switch on the machine behind him.
You’re breaths became heavy, you watched as the guards left the way Strange had entered.
J looked up at you an winked as two metal prongs were placed against his temples, his body shook making you screamed for him.
Hugo didn’t even flinch, screams were all too common of a noise in this place. You stormed into the room not even knowing what you were doing anymore. Before you knew it you had swung for Hugo knocking him to the ground, he passed out instantly. The electric prongs buzzing as they hit the ground with him.
“J, you okay?” you asked, rushing to undo the straps and straight jacket that kept him in place.
“Fine, ” he slurred sitting up.
Hugo was attempting to get back up too, but you kicked him back to the floor, while Mr J jumped off of the operating table and picked up the prongs. You watched the evil glint in his mad eyes consume him.
The Doctor backed himself up into the corner as the clown drew closer and closer to him before J placed the metal against the other mans head, holding it there there until the man went limp.

The Joker turned and faced you with a grin, backing you up against the wall too sniffing you out like prey.
“I knew you liked me, Y/N” he purred against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Was it that obvious?”
J dropped the metal from his hands, sending sparks up into the air as he grabbed your face and kissed you. The growls he made gave you butterflies. He pulled back and stared into your eyes with his beautiful baby blues.
“Let’s get outta here” you smiled, grabbing his hand running over to the exit, fully prepared to fight your way out of this hell hole.

Voltron Hug Headcanons

i’ve never posted a headcanon list before so here we go

Lance

-he grew up in a big family so he’s probably very used to receiving hugs from people and he loves it

-i mean he stated he missed his mom’s hugs in episode 4. he loves hugs. they make him feel Safe and Secure (’course he’d never admit it around his team because he needs to be the Cool Guy Who Doesn’t Need Hugs tm)

-Lance has long arms and will wrap u up like a burrito. his jacket is big and cozy too so his hugs are very nice. he might try to pick you up and spin you around if he’s excited

Hunk

-Hunk Hugs™ are the best hugs. they’re big and warm and make you feel very safe. everyone on the team loves them (even Keith but shhh that’s a secret)

-he tends to hold ppl a little tight though, usually when he gets excited. you might need to remind him to loosen his grip a little.

-honestly one could probably fall asleep in Hunk’s arms because his hugs are so cozy and nice. i could definitely take a nap in a Hunk hug

Pidge

-Pidge may be smol but their hugs are really strong. they usually give hugs if they’re feeling strong emotions (like when Shiro told them about what really happened to Matt)

-so since their hugs are usually emotionally charged, you better be ready. they will hug you with full force and never let go. 

-they tend to just kinda cling to you because they miss their family hugs, similar to Lance. they’re like a little kitten

Keith

-obviously, Keith isn’t very familiar with hugs. he won’t give you one unless he really trusts you.

-Keith’s hugs are actually pretty nice? they have a calming vibe to them, like, yeah he might still be a little tense and awkward at first because “what is physical contact”, but like, give him a moment and they become very steady and warm

-Keith IS the paladin of fire, his hugs are very warm 

-also he will totally nuzzle your shoulder/crook of your neck like a cat. you can fight me on this. get ready for a mouth full of mullet because Keith is an actual Cat

Shiro

-Shiro gives the stereotypical Dad Hugs. he’ll pat you on the back or shoulder and ruffle your hair. 

-though, he kinda has some issues with close contact because of his time in the Galra arena. please be careful with him. don’t squeeze too tight or wrap your arms around his neck. (Pidge makes an exception since they’re small and nonthreatening, but everyone else needs to be extra mindful of his ptsd)

-honestly he’ll only really hug you with his real arm? he doesn’t trust his metal arm. he feel’s better about one armed hugs. they still feel very Dad Like anyways

Allura

-Allura’s hugs are very soft and gentle, but don’t be mistaken, you’ll definitely be able to feel the Altean strength in her hugs.

-Allura may have to show no sign of weakness to the team, being the strong team leader role model and all that, but she is still very compassionate and will give you comfort hugs if you need them.

-Allura has a habit of sighing when she hugs people. She can’t help it, hugs just bring a comforting relief to her that always draw out a sigh

Coran

-Coran’s hugs are kinda like dad hugs, just no hair ruffling and pat on the backs. He’ll probably rub your shoulder tho, in a comforting gesture.

-Listen, Hunk may have the best hugs, but Coran’s feel the safest. He’s quite literally the most combat experienced person on the team and has been Allura’s royal adviser for years. He is a beacon of protective influence when it comes to hugs.

-Coran gives off an enthusiastic vibe almost constantly, so his hugs often help people relax and loosen up a bit 

-It might be a thing that runs in the family, but Coran sighs into hugs too. they’re more quiet sighs though, and he occasionally hums a little too. (I know Allura and Coran aren’t blood related, but they might as well be family)

BONUS:

Matt Holt

-what, did you think i was gonna leave my other fav out of this? think again

-Matt is a ball of enthusiasm. like Pidge, his hugs tend to be pretty emotionally charged, but also just in general hugs? they can get pretty tight (literally) he and Pidge would have contests on seeing who could give the tighter hug

-Pidge always won

-Matt giggles into his hugs. 

-Matt’s hugs tend to be pretty quick and brief, but they still leave you with a slight giddy feeling

-i mean, who wouldn’t feel giddy after receiving a hug from Matt Holt?

honest to god though, give me ‘unattractive’ killian. fat killian. slob/unfashionable killian with buttons missing off his battered jacket and no jewelry. tired, ring-eyed killian with grey hair and a scraggy beard and no eyeliner. killian with wrinkles and blotchy skin and dull eyes. scruffy ponytailed killian who’s drank and gambled his way into a doggamn gutter

because then, at the very least

when we still cry over him and love him

and emma still loves him and is tender with him

we can put to rest the longstanding argument that “you/emma only like hook because he’s hot”

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     “Nah, please, I insist,” Danny chuckled, as he had moved and placed the coat over her shoulders anyways, “I have a lot of those jackets anyways. The cold never bothered me anyways,” He gave a shy boyish smile. Honestly, he didn’t even KNOW why his parents kept sending him Wisconsin jersey jackets when he wasn’t even going to university there. “Really, it’s fine,”

The show is flat without Snart. It was hard for me to watch the season finale or pay atention to what was happening. And I feel bad about it, because I like the team and I love Sara and Mick.

But Wentworth Miller. Leonard Snart. Captain Cold.

I missed his sassiness.
I missed his Cold Gun.
I missed his gaze.
I freaking missed Captain Canary.
I missed his skinny jeans.
I missed his jacket.
I missed his voice.
I missed him making jokes about the rest of the team and Rip’s plan.

I missed Leonard Snart. I can’t watch Legends without him. It’s like the show has lost all it’s magic.

i love younger kaz with is stupid yellow scarf and poofy hair and good attitude

i also love super salty older kaz w his stupider messier hair and long jacket with the collar popped all da way to his freakin nose. ur still great even tho youre missing some parts

lastly i love sad old master miller, and i wish i could blow him a kiss and tell him its ok that he still thinks about smooching big boss sometimes

this is a kazuhira miller appreciation post

random thought but i’m just siting here wonderin’ why ash don’t get no open jacket in his character designs no more like

look i love his lil’ short sleeved vest jacket looks n’ hoodies and shit his mom sews for him they’re all so cute and his current outfit is like a+ but i kinda miss the old os outfit because it was constantly left open an was always flarin in the win and shit whenever stuff went down instead of just ruffling around like a close-knit sweater that kinda stuff was niiice especially when extra care was put into the animation or his movements k

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like son look at that beautiful flaring shit

i guess it’s because they keep having his shit mirror the canon vidya game’s protag clothing in style whenever they can buuuuuut i still miss the open jackets

ash ketchum with open jacket for seventh gen anime plzkthx


Since I was 16 I have been obsessed with this individual. I had his haircut, went to Kentish town in 2007 with the hopes of seeing him, then hung around Camden town for days, dressed up as him for my 16th birthday, made all my friends watch the mighty boosh, still make my parents watch never mind the buzzcocks, bought their books/DVDs/clothes, wore mighty boosh tshirts as much as possible, bought tickets to see him in the UK whilst I was still in Australia (couldn’t go), then he toured Australia and I missed it, at Christmas my parents bought be a super expensive leather jacket just like his and silver Chelsea boots. And then on the last day of school, celebrating school holidays at our local pub across the road this man just casually walks in (with Sadie Frost, Rhys Ifans and someone from All Saints). He was lovely and beautiful and I am so happy. I thought London was amazing but this was just incredible

I’m all about Finn being super nervous and flustered around Rey and Poe b/c he totally has the hots for both, but I’m even MORE about Rey and Poe being super in love with Finn and Finn having no idea.

Like they’ll try to tag team it sometimes, with Rey making a super extra flirty comment while Poe gives Finn a peek at his abs while he’s shrugging off his jacket, and they both think they’ve got him hook line and sinker but instead he’s just “!!! ! there’s muffins at the cafeteria today !!” and misses every single attempt at flirting.

Poe and Rey can’t even be mad bc he’s too precious.