so strong and perfect

LOOK. AT. MY BOYYYYYY.

This is my perfect, strong, and sweet OC Tobi from my fic Tales of the Fadewalker.

I am -obsessed- with @destinyapostasy so of course I got another sketch commission of our Charger initiate. If you ever have a chance, commission her. She’s amazing. I will do it again and again. 

i lost my voice for a week & nobody noticed because i never freaking talk
Katsuki Yuuri is handsome and beautiful af

Pass this on.

Listen  I know Yuuri is tiny and shy and precious, but he’s an athlete and I love the idea of him being unexpectedly physically strong. Also, he is strong already but he works out extra just because he realizes that Viktor really likes it when Yuuri scoops him up and carries him. Yuuri is small okay he’s got a slight build, so when he’s like “okay Vitya I’ll take you upstairs” to a drunk Viktor and just bends down to scoop him up bridal style, anyone in their vicinity will be like “what the fuck”. 

Also I don’t think for a minute that Viktor in general wouldn’t be super appreciative of Yuuri’s very toned and solid arms… he’ll drunkenly pat them with this pleased smile like “Wow! Yuuri you’re so strong! I love your muscles!”

Viktor internally is like “ah yes they’re perfect for carrying me around more”. Meanwhile tiny sweet boy Yuuri “I only lift weights so I can carry Viktor Nikiforov safe in my arms” is pleased with all of the attention because Viktor is just so appreciative and he can’t help but preen a little under the praise.

[yuri on ice blog: @viktorkatsuki]

I literally love girls so much?? Like they’re so pure and beautiful and soft but also strong and powerful and just perfect? Like every single woman is great? Especially trans women, big women and woc like…. help I’m gay

I just…I just can’t even believe how amazing that episode was? So we have:

  • Mac openly talking about how he’s worried if his sexuality is bothering his best friend and trying to start an open dialogue with his other best friend about it
  • Dennis finally admitting he has feelings, BIG feelings (and apparently they hurt which is something I could have gone without but beggars can’t be choosers)
  • Mac getting Dennis his first Valentine’s Day present and it’s the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world and Mac fucking knew it because Dennis is his best friend and he knows him better than anyone excuse me while I go sob
  • DENNIS ADMITTING HE HAS FEELINGS I need to say it again because it’s just so wonderful
  • The Macdennis was strong in this episode, as was Serial Killer!Dennis (so I was a pretty happy camper especially since they came together in the most marvelous way)
  • Hell, there was even some Chardee, which I something I can always appreciate
  • Also, Dee was amazing, just throwing that out there
  • We didn’t have soft-hair!Mac, but we did get swoopy-hair!Dennis, so I think it evened out
  • Dennis was Mac’s Valentine. And the look on Mac’s face when Dennis opened the crate and found the RPG was beautiful. As was Dennis’ face when he saw his very first present, second only to his breaking voice and watering eyes
  • “I love it. You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world, and you got it for me, and it’s perfect” <– That is a fucking canon quote and you can rip it from my cold dead fingers

this was tangentially inspired by naked ambiton, is my first “fic” in approx 47593 years, is both my first ever check please fic and bitty/jack fic so here we go, also i’m always on mobile so i can’t do a read more sorry

At first, Jack is a little weird about his body.

He’s not ashamed of it, per se; it’s more that his relationship with his body is complicated. Jack works really hard. He needs his body to be strong and fast. He’s constantly naked around other people whose bodies are also strong and fast.

He just, you know, doesn’t really want people to look at him.

All Bitty does is look at him.

The first few times they have sex, it’s rushed in the dark. It’s always been a while since they’ve seen each other, Jack reasons. It’s always a lot of pent up longing and only a little time for romance. Jack likes the feeling of Bitty’s body againt his. They fit. He just doesn’t necessarily want Bitty to see it.

But Bitty’s always looking.

It’s mid-morning and Jack is trying to sleep in on a very rare day off. His curtains are a gauzy medium grey and they let in a gauzy medium light. Jack’s on his back, sheets pulled up to his navel. Bitty’s eyes are closed and his hand is tracing circles across Jack’s ribs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Bitty murmurs, almost to himself. Jack feels his face warm. “Truly a masterpiece.”

Bitty trails his hand trails down Jack’s stomach, sliding the sheets out of the way. Jack tenses, a small thing, and Bitty’s fingers still.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says softly, eyes still closed. “Hey.”

Jack swallows. Says, “I, uh.” Stops.

Bitty’s fingers start moving again, slowly. He hums, waits for Jack to continue.

“I just don’t really.” Pauses. “Ah, I don’t.”

Gently, Bitty curls in a little closer to Jack, rests his forehead on Jack’s ribs.

“I don’t like the stretch marks,” Jack whispers, eyes squeezed shut. “They’re ugly”

Bitty hums again, softer this time. His fingers trip over the worst of them, right on Jack’s hips. They’re a faded silver now but Jack will always remember the angry red they were, stretched tight and deep. He tries very hard not to twitch away from Bitty’s fingers but God he wishes, fiercely that it was night again. He thinks Bitty’s eyes are open now, looking, and he wishes it was too dark to see.

“Jack,” Bitty whispers, “Honey, you’re perfect.”

Jack’s breath catches in his throat.

“You’re so perfect,” he says again. “Strong, because you need to be. You’re so strong and so capable and your body is everything but–but ugly.”

Bitty sounds almost offended on Jack’s body’s behalf and Jack can feel a small tear roll down his cheek. Both of Bitty’s hands are on him now, smoothing over Jack’s skin as he places tiny kisses across Jack’s ribs.

“You’re everything, Jack. You’re everything good in this world. No part of you is ugly.”

Jack can feel tears caught in his throat and he tries to swallow them down, drown them with big, steady gulps of air. One of Bitty’s arms is tucked under Jack’s back, the other across his stomach in a soft sideways hug. Jack snakes a hand down to hug Bitty closer to him. Takes another steadying breath.

“Now turn over so I can objectify you from a different angle.”

Jack snorts, caught a little off guard, and doesn’t let Bitty go as he flops over onto his stomach. Bitty is laughing, tangled under the mess of blankets and the heat of Jack’s body. When Bitty finally emerges, pink-faced from struggling, laughing and bright-eyed, Jack is grateful for the soft golden light filtering through the curtains.

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Read more about Chloe. She’s not just a paralyzed kitten.
Remembering Chloe’s first moments of mobility. She had a hard time at first, and @ triumphant_teagan had recommended letting her glide with her back legs in a box. I absolutely sobbed watching Chloe experience joy in this way. This was over 3 months ago now, and in that time I’ve watched her blossom into the most fearless, strong, hilarious, playful little cat. Now I don’t cry because I’m sad for her, I cry because I’m so deeply inspired by her happy spirit. No, she won’t walk again, but no, she isn’t broken. She is perfect and saving her has transformed me. I’ve learned that we must meet animals where they are, and that instead of asking them to conform to our expectations (“she needs to walk!”), we must conform to theirs (small lifestyle adjustments + brave, unconditional love.) Chloe is perfect. Chloe is love. She inspires me so much and I hope to share that love and inspiration as best as I can. - Hannah Shaw 13/8/2017 | Credit here