just some comforting words

Unpopular Opinion Time i dont like it when people shit on the terms proquasexual and proquusexual

for anyone who doesnt know proquasexual means a feminine individual who is only attracted to other feminine individuals and proquusexual is the same thing but masculine

everyone is like “just say gay” but do you???? not realize that that might not work for everyone??? that this is meant for non binary people who still partially identify with femininity or masculinity????? who might not be comfortable calling themselves gay???? bc theyre non binary??????

I don’t think it’s accurate to say that the greed pair don’t show great concern about each other. 

They are shown to care about each other but it’s not in their character to overtly show their panic and distress (Licht’s pride and Hyde’s false bravado just won’t allow it). Instead, they have their own way to show their concern when the other is hurt or in danger.

Licht pulls Hyde up when he’s down. He doesn’t use flowery words or comforting hugs. He just kicks some sense into him and, while violent, it’s what Hyde needed. I get a sense of respect in his actions as well (strange as it is to say). Licht acknowledges how strong Hyde is when he pushes him forward even while he gives him harsh words. “You weren’t able to become anything but you could’ve if just fucking tried.”

Hyde pulls Licht back when he’s in over his head. Licht’s greatest enemy has always been himself and he’ll continue to fight well past his limit. He provokes Licht into fighting but he knows when to stop him. The minute he starts to worry about Licht’s safety and health, he stops.

But when the situation is dire (like when Tsubaki has Hyde’s nametag or Higan is threatening Licht), all pretense goes out the window and they’re ready to fight.

They’re foils which adds a fun layer to their ship and makes them more dynamic. The two are a surprisingly balanced pair because of that too.

Bonus: Hyde totally knowing Licht was lying when he said he was fully healed because he was watching him and saw him limping.

Feel Better?

Drabble request by @supernaturalmarvelgirl: Hi, I’d like to make a Sam drabble request. I had a really shitty day and I need some Sammy comfort. Thanks 😘

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“Will you just shut up and let me talk?” Your irritated voice echoed around your apartment when you yelled into your phone to be heard over your arrogant coworker.

“I would if you had anything helpful to say,” he replied haughtily.

You’d had enough. He asked for your help on his project. Your name wasn’t going to show up anywhere, so when he failed completely, you wouldn’t go down with him. “Whatever Bryan. Do what you want. I’ll just pick up your clients after they drop you.”

You stabbed your phone screen to end the call, really wishing you could slam the phone down like in the good ol’ days. Touch screens didn’t hold a flame to the satisfaction of physically slamming a phone into the cradle to end a call.

“That sounded like a fun conversation.”

“Sam!” The sight of the tall, floppy haired Winchester in your doorway brightened your day dramatically and you threw yourself into his arms. Almost as quickly as you’d thrown yourself at him, you pulled back and looked him over, searching for any injuries. “You’re okay? No broken bones or stitches?”

Laughing, he pulled you back into his arms. “I’m fine, Y/N. The ghouls aren’t, but I am. And it sounds like Bryan’s career isn’t fine.”

That reminder set you off again. It had been a long few weeks without Sam, and work was getting on your nerves. So you started ranting and pacing, fully aware that Sam was watching you amusedly the whole time.

“I don’t even know why he asked for my help if he wasn’t going listen to any of my ideas and I only agreed to help him in the first place because my boss has been on my ass for weeks about reaching out to the new people and helping them get up to speed, but these college babies think that their fresh-off-the-press bachelor’s diploma in marketing means they know how the advertising business works better than someone who has a solid career in it and they have no respect for—“

“Breathe,” Sam reminded you, laying his hands on your shoulders. You paused in your run-on sentence to do as he said.

When your lungs were once again filled, you couldn’t find the words to keep ranting because Sam’s gorgeous hazel eyes distracted you. One of his hands wandered from your shoulder to your cheek and he bent down slowly to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Feel better?”

“Mmm, not quite.” Your hand hooked around his neck and pulled him back down for a better kiss. His fingers dug into your waist and your whole body relaxed as he pulled you closer. Three weeks without Sam was way too long.

Then he pulled back and you let out a whine of protest to which he just smiled and kissed your nose quickly. “More of that later. I just spent ten hours in a car with Dean and I’m starving.”

“Fine,” you pouted and let him pull you towards the door.

Soft moonlight drifted down through the thin layer of clouds, illuminating the street that you and Sam were strolling down. His strong fingers wove through yours, the callouses on his knuckles rubbing against your soft skin and convincing you that he really was here and that he really did come back for you, just like he always did.

“Tell me about the hunt,” you suggested softly. It seemed irreverent to speak louder than that in the cool night air. There was just something about nighttime walks and the slight breeze carrying the hoot of a distant owl that seemed to cover the world in a blanket of peace.

While you walked toward the restaurant, Sam quietly told you all about how he and Dean tracked down the ghouls. It always amazed you that Sam led such a vibrant, dynamic life, yet he loved coming home to you and hearing about your job that paled in comparison to his.

At one point during your walk, you pulled him to a stop under a lamppost and went up on tiptoes to kiss him. He leaned into the kiss, tracing his free hand down your other arm until both of your hands were tangled with his.

“What was that for?” His low, gruff voice just added to the picturesque moment.

With a slight shrug and an adoring smile, you answered simply, “Because I love you.”

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anonymous asked:

Bokuken hc bcz they need more luv and im dying of the lack of fanart.

  • Bokuto is like a big heater and is Perfect for Winter time cuddles.
  • In Summer, not so much.
  • Speaking of cuddles, they both love cuddling when they sleep.
  • They’re v v clingy in general.
  • Kenma likes sitting in Bokuto’s lap when he plays games, n Bokuto likes to watch him.
  • Bokuto often asks to do Kenma’s hair but it’s just an excuse to play with his hair.
  • Hair!! Dye!! Buddies!!
  • One time they gave each other their hairstyles (so Kenma with his hair spiked n Bokuts with his hair down) and it made Kuroo so uncomfortable he couldn’t look at them.
  • Kenma tries to teach Bokuto how to play video games but the only one’s he’s good at are farming games and cooking games.
  • Bokuto is Great at helping with Kenma’s anxiety when they’re out n about. He easily draws any attention away from his boyfriend.
  • Along with that, Kenma is good at helping Bokuto out of his moods. He often just silently holds him and strokes his hair, unless Bokuto wants some comforting words.
Train Ride ~ Otayuri

This had probably been done before but I absolutely adore this headcannon!

Yurio hated car trips. They were long, stuffy, and overwhelming. And he was tired. After staying up late listening to music and playing video games, he was looking forward to sleeping for the entirety of the seven-hour car ride.

They piled into the van, Otabek and Yuri in the back, Phichit and Chris in the middle, Yuuri sitting shotgun and Victor driving. Otabek was sitting one seat away, thought Yurio. He blushed and quickly hid his face with his hair. Otabek was his FRIEND, Yurio thought, and he would never be anything more. Quickly, he pulled out his headphones and plugged them into his phone. The soothing sound of Owl City’s Fireflies filled his ears, and he rested his head on his pillow.

Gazing out the window as the city lights flew by, he thought that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad. Though he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep yet, Yurio just sat and watched the world go by. After about an hour his neck started to cramp.

Ah, damnit, he thought, why can’t they make cars more comfortable?!

Shifting to the other side and turning around, he saw Otabek also gazing out the window. The sun hit his face at just the right angle, showing high cheekbones and deep brown eyes. Quickly closing his eyes, Yurio prayed he wasn’t blushing. To his surprise, sleep quickly took over him in a wave. All he remembered was the slight sensation of falling before the blackness took over.

He came to his senses after a few hours, but he was so comfortable he didn’t want to move. Keeping his eyes closed, Yurio started to hear the conversation the was happening around him. Not even questioning what position he was in, just that it was hella comfortable, he caught some words from the rest of the cars conversation.

“Dude he’s totally into you, don’t be a wuss!” Sounded like Chris’s voice.

“I still don’t think he is. He’s never even mentioned his love life, what would I know? He just sees me as a friend!” Otabek was speaking rapidly. He sounded embarrassed. How in the world did Otabek get embarrassed? What did the rest of the car say? Yurio was about to speak up but heard a collective groan throughout the entire car.

“He’s literally using you as a pillow right now!” Yuuri was nearly shouting. That’s when Yurio processed what was just said. That’s why he was so comfortable.

He was laying in Otabek’s lap!

anonymous asked:

Can I get headcanons on TFP Optimus, Wheeljack, Knockout, Predaking and Soundwave and then RID2015 Jazz to do with their lover being ill?

TFP Optimus

As any good lover would be, he is very worried about you. However, he isn’t entirely sure what to do in this type of situation. He’d search the internet for ways to try and help you, but as team leader, he doesn’t have much free time to do so. Although you’ve reassured him you’ll be better in a few days, he still worries a great deal. In the end, the most he can do is hold you close, murmuring soft words of comfort to you as you curl up near his spark. 

TFP Wheeljack:

At first, he probably wouldn’t be too worried about you. You’re a tough human, and as you’d told him, it was ‘just a common cold’. However, the sight of you all bleary eyed and snuffly would have him quite panicked. He’d try to find some kind of cure, ignoring your eye rolls and attempts to reassure him that you’d already taken medicine, it just needed to start working. That’d probably calm him down a little. Besides, your sneezes were kind of cute.

TFP Knockout:

He’d be absolutely disgusted to begin with, honestly. He wouldn’t let you anywhere near his finish or interior, afraid you’d get some of your inner fluids on him. After a day and you’re not better yet, he’d immediately get worried, and starts fussing over you. You rather like the attention, and since there’d be no dissuading him, you just let him do what he was doing. It was endearing and really sweet that he was so worried over a little cold.

TFP Predaking / TFP Soundwave:

I think these two would act really similar, since they wouldn’t be outright worried or anything, and know you’d be okay after a few days. Still, they’d definitely be more affectionate and protective over you in your weakened state. Gentle pets to your head, reassuring nudges and soft words of comfort are just some of the things they do to calm you down. 

RID2015 Jazz:

When you’re sick, he’s definitely a lot more affectionate towards you. Jazz is very open with PDA anyway, but he showers you with even more love and kisses when you’re ill. He doesn’t mind showing that type of affection, because he knows he can’t catch your illness so he isn’t worried about that. He’s always asking you if you’re warm enough, or if you’re hungry, or if you need a kiss or two. You always answer yes to that question. 

Can we just remind ourselves a little of the Horcruxes, and how much soul was in them?

With each split, the soul is divided into two, correct? Half goes into the Horcrux, half stays in the body? So by the Battle of Hogwarts, only 0.78 percent of Voldemort’s soul actually remains in Voldemort.

Yet he still manages to wreak all the havoc he does.

Voldemort was a monster of a man, his soul was twisted and sick and terrible, but it was strong. It had to be to survive the creation of so many Horcruxes. An awful awful soul, but a strong one, if 0.78 percent could still cause so much misery.

But that isn’t even the important thing. The important thing is that Harry was the last Horcrux. And just like every other Horcrux, half the soul was what remained of Voldemort that had to go into hiding after the night in Godric’s Hollow. 

But the other half? The other half went into Harry.

Harry was as much Voldemort as Voldemort was. 

Harry had the same amount of Voldemort in him that killed Cedric and so many others after his return. Who had Dumbledore killed and marked Draco Malfoy, a sixteen year old boy. Who did everything we see Voldemort do within the time period of the books. All that was done on 0.78 percent of a soul

The same amount of the same soul that was in Harry.

The Harry that wasn’t broken by Vernon and Petunia’s treatment of him. The Harry that rocked up to Hogwarts as one of the most famous individuals in the wizarding world and found his best friends in two children who were, in their own ways, sort of social outcasts. Who risked his life to save his best friend’s little sister, who wouldn’t allow his father’s best friends to become killers, who fell for a girl and still wanted to share the victory with the boy said girl was in love with. Who saw a bully and a tyrant and said no, it’s not ok, me and my friends won’t stand for this no matter how much you threaten us and punish me. Who tried so hard to save the one member of real family that was his and his alone (yes the Weasley’s were definitely his family, but they were Ron’s family first and foremost). Who managed despite the terror of what he’d just been through to offer some words of comfort to a mentor reliving the worst hell of his life. Who lost that mentor but refused to give up the loyalty he still had to him, even if it meant giving up his home, the girl he’d fallen in love with, his life. Who put it all aside to save the world when the other half of the soul that had taken up residence in him was causing all this chaos, destruction and pain.

Harry has just as much Voldemort in him as Voldemort, but not only did he eventually triumph over the Dark Lord—he fucking flourished on the way.

Now we’ve already established that Voldemort’s soul—even 0.78 percent of it—was pretty damn strong.

But Harry James Potter’s soul was a hell of a lot stronger.

anonymous asked:

i came out and my mom said that i should stay as a girl and she pushed me back into the closet and i had a breakdown and relapsed and idk i kinda just want some words of comfort please

Oh gosh I’m so sorry.
No matter what your Mom says, you know better. You’re trans, you’re a boy and you’re so strong. Its hard to face oppression like that, and be pushed back into the closet but it wont be like that forever, and you should try hold onto that.
Be brave 💙 - Matthew

anonymous asked:

Hi:) I'm genderfluid and sometimes I want to wear a binder, but my mom I more of a 2 genders thing ya know? And I want to ask for one???but???I don't know how??? And I don't feel comfortable talking about this around my dad, so...? Even just some positive words will help.♡☆

If you’re not quite comfortable coming out as genderfluid yet, you could always say you want it because you heard it helps with playing sports or something kinda like sports bras do. You could also say that hey make you uncomfortable in certain shirts or you just don’t like your cleavage showing, that could work, too. You could also just come out to her as gender fluid if you’re comfortable doing that (: remember it would be a bit of a shock to her so she might not understand completely at first. So if she says anything wrong, try not to take it personally as she’s probably just trying to understand so she can support you better. Some parents are afraid when their kid comes out because they know that it’s dangerous for LGBT kids out there. So she may be coming from a place of love and care but it might come off harsh. It might take some time but she will eventually come around (:

I have a fluffy preference for you involving TFW, gadreel, archangels, chuck and bobby singer. What would they do if the reader goes into labor with their child and its a hard labor and how would they react when they get to hold their baby for the first time?

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anonymous asked:

Can I request something, please? *insecure and shy anon here ><* So... how would the Mukami react if their lover had scars/stretch marks and felt bad about it? *Thanks*

Cuby and Sochichi: Raise your hand if your guilty of having stretch marks *both raise arms* but let me tell you something lovelies even if the responses of the boys are rude pls don’t take it serious we are not the only ones with stretch lines and having them is no crime I call them tiger stripes but really all of you are beautiful and if you have a scar/stretch marks learn how to love them kay you are all beautiful lovelies


  • I don’t think Ruki pays much mind to it he knows what causes them so he doesn’t pay them any mind all though if his lover felt very subcouncious about them he would buy her creams take her to treatments to make her feel better even though he says like a thousand time he doesn’t care about them


  • I don’t think Kou is that suportive he is an idol he’s used to seeing perfection, perfect bodies perfect shapes but I do think that he would buy her creams etc and apply them personaly but if his lover feels very bad about them he won’t touch the topic.


  • Yuma being the loud person he is he would loudly say “Oi why would you worry about something so ridiculous as that?” he doesn’t mean no harm that’s his personality but if his lover cried or maybe yelled at him for his words he would soften up and just give some comforting words to his lover.


  • This muffin couldn’t care less about the marks he actualy kinda likes them if they were scars he would look at them so interested and ask for the full information about it and he would -unfortunately- want to open it again is they where strech marks he would just runs his fingers up and down on them making sure he doesn’t loose one and when his s/o said they don’t like them then he would kiss them.

thewaltzingdead  asked:

Hi, Mr. Gaiman. I am feeling inexplicably sad today. There's no trigger, it just happens - some days worse than the others. Any words of comfort, just anything to get me through this episode? :(

Stephen Fry said it so much better than I ever could…


April 10, 2006

Dear Crystal,

I’m so sorry to hear that life is getting you down at the moment. Goodness knows, it can be so tough when nothing seems to fit and little seems to be fulfilling. I’m not sure there’s any specific advice I can give that will help bring life back its savour. Although they mean well, it’s sometimes quite galling to be reminded how much people love you when you don’t love yourself that much. 

I’ve found that it’s of some help to think of one’s moods and feelings about the world as being similar to weather:

Here are some obvious things about the weather:

It’s real.
You can’t change it by wishing it away. 
If it’s dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you can’t alter it. 
It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.


It will be sunny one day.
It isn’t under one’s control as to when the sun comes out, but come out it will. 
One day.

It really is the same with one’s moods, I think. The wrong approach is to believe that they are illusions. They are real. Depression, anxiety, listlessness - these are as real as the weather - AND EQUALLY NOT UNDER ONE’S CONTROL. Not one’s fault. 


They will pass: they really will.

In the same way that one has to accept the weather, so one has to accept how one feels about life sometimes. “Today’s a crap day,” is a perfectly realistic approach. It’s all about finding a kind of mental umbrella. “Hey-ho, it’s raining inside: it isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do about it, but sit it out. But the sun may well come out tomorrow and when it does, I shall take full advantage.”

I don’t know if any of that is of any use: it may not seem it, and if so, I’m sorry. I just thought I’d drop you a line to wish you well in your search to find a little more pleasure and purpose in life. 

Very best wishes


Stephen Fry

Ever see a picture that shows the exact opposite of how you feel at your current state. I could use a hug, a friend, or some positive words right now. Sometimes you just want comfort or a reminder that you don’t have to struggle through your lows by yourself. Life is strange.

anonymous asked:

Any advice/comfort for somebody who hasn't been feeling very loved over the last few months? I went through a breakup kind of recently, and since then, I've had this feeling like I don't really matter to anyone. Like my needs/feelings are just easily pushed aside because they're worthless. Any character is fine, I really just need some words of comfort right now..

anonymous asked:

This might be kinda a weird request cause I've never seen it, but how they would act/make up after a fight? I always see like "make up sex" but not everyone does that after every little fight, but things like how some people might insist they're right and act all mad with silent treatment, how some people might do grand extravagant gestures to get back in the good graces of their SO, some might just whisper comforting words and apologies, etc.

Luke: Even though he has the ability to write beautiful songs that millions sing along to, Luke could never seem to get it right when it came to you. In the moment, you always caused Luke’s thoughts to scramble and his tongue would get tied. His loss for words would only grow during and after a fight, no matter how small and trivial it was. So when the two of you took a break from the argument, and silence filled the house, Luke had his own way of saying “I’m sorry”. Gifts were his specialty, though they were rarely large and extravagant. His gifts would be small but thoughtful, like baking some of your favourite cookies, (after a couple of tries) and sheepishly placing the plate in front of you. “Fighting can really make you hungry, so I thought you could use a little snack.”

Ashton: Understanding that you needed time to yourself, Ashton would give you your space until things calmed down, it’d be the mature thing to do after all. Mature, but hard to keep up as Ashton found out after your first fight. After a while he began to follow you around, a slight pout on his lips as he waited for you to be ready to talk again. It would start off small, with Ashton just sitting outside the bedroom, but as time dragged on, your personal space would get smaller and smaller, until he was practically following you like a shadow. Thankfully by the time he started following you, you were ready to talk anyway, turning to him with a smile as he pulled you in for a hug.

Calum: Following you up to the bedroom after the fight, Calum wouldn’t want things to end on a negative note, wanting the tension between the two of you to disappear. Crawling into the bed behind you, Calum’s hands would be on your waist trying to pull you into his lap, pressing soft kisses to your neck. When you pushed him away, not in the mood, he’d settle for cuddling, holding you close to his chest as the two of you just talked. All the frustrations melting away as the two of you calmly worked through it. Of course once things calmed down even more, Calum’s hands would start to wander again. “Have to make sure all the tension between us is gone babe.”

Michael: While the fighting could be intense at times, the real battle came after the final words were spoken. Who could freeze out whom the longest? Michael could be stubborn on his best days, so when it came to the silent game, he’d refuse to lose, not ready to be the first to say “I’m sorry”. The silence could last for a couple of days in your house, neither of you wanting to lose. But sooner or later someone would give, missing the laughter and the cuddles, and the apologies would come rushing forward like a flood from the both of you. (And once you kissed and made up, Michael would try Calum’s technique of make-up sex).

anonymous asked:

I lost my 16-year-old little sister last Sunday. It was very sudden and very fast. She wasn't afraid in her final moments, but I don't have religion or any sort of belief system to help me through this grief. I loved her more than anything and I feel like I'm missing a limb. Is there any way I can ask for some sort of comforting words? Even just knowing that someone is listening or cares would help a lot. You're such a beautiful person and your words always bring me comfort and peace.

I am so unbelievably sorry. No one should have to go through what you are going through right now. She sounds brave and I’m sure that she knew how much you loved her. Sister love is sacred.

I believe that her light has spread out like a fog over the earth. She is everywhere, now, and never alone. And never lonely.