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grey-sides · 3 months
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Billy is not soft and he is rarely sweet. Gestures of affection often make him tense up before Steve can convince him to relax. There's fear and upset under all the layers of muscle and bark. Of Billy laughing at gifts, at himself for wanting them, for accepting them.
Steve is the same. Sometimes. He doesn't like to let people see when things hurt him. Comments, people brushing off his ideas, his jokes. So he gets Billy, even if he doesn't like to peel back each layer.
But even when it is rotten work, it's still worth it. Like spending hours practicing basketball to get just a little bit better. To make one extra basket or guard one more player.
It's worth the annoyance to see one extra smile. To feel Billy relax just a fraction more.
Steve buys a regular chocolate bar. Not because he's too late to buy a heart shaped box. But because you can't start out running five miles, you have to build up to it.
He also gets a sheet of stickers, peels off a few to decorate the chocolate. Leaves the rest for Robin because he knows she'll find a use for them.
He scribbles his name on it, in silver sharpie, blows over the letters until they dry.
Steve holds it between his fingers, grip loose so he doesn't melt it too much before he can hand it over to Billy. He steels himself, pushes the mushiness away for a minute. They'll get there.
Billy meets him at the quarry, throwing rocks into the water like he would rather be anywhere else. Still, Steve smiles and notices how he doesn't look nearly as tense as he had expected.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Steve says softly.
He smiles over at him, holding out the chocolate bar. A peace offering. A sweetheart's gift.
Billy's eyes flick down to it. His lips harden before Steve sees them deliberately relax. He takes a step back which...isn't what Steve wants, and turns to the car.
Steve shuffles forward, holding the chocolate out still. He watches Billy reach into his backseat. Steve swallows, dares not too hope. Billy has never been soft. Maybe medium firm sometimes.
He pulls out a heart shaped chocolate box. Shiny red because Billy will probably say pink is for girls. He holds it out, reaches for the chocolate bar.
Steve feels silly. Maybe he could have gotten one of those chocolate roses. Or a card to go with it.
But Billy smiles at the chocolate, brushes his thumb over Steve's name while Steve grabs the box.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Billy says quietly.
He puts the chocolate bar down, steps closer to Steve. He looks like he's working hard to be calm, to not spook and run off. Steve looks down at the box for a moment.
"I should have gotten you more," Steve replies. He shakes his head for a moment and looks back at Billy.
"Next year, yeah?" Billy offers. He still looks...nearly delighted. He reaches out and taps the box of chocolates. "And you can give me your praline chocolates."
Steve laughs, nods easy at that suggestion. He pries the lid off, glances at the guide to find one. He plucks it out, offers it to Billy.
His smile widens when Billy doesn't reach out with his fingers. Instead, Billy let's him feed him and Steve huffs a soft laugh.
He leans in once Billy has the chocolate in his mouth, eager for a kiss.
His lips are soft when Steve presses them together. And he tastes a little sweet from the chocolate. Baby steps. One mile to five.
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aka-indulgence · 1 year
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Thought about this after rereading this piece I wrote dbjnd
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Meanwhile at Nightmare’s castle:
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svenjaliv · 1 year
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A quick time-lapse video of the first 20 minutes of a new painting I started, sped up a whole lot! For anyone interested in seeing a bit of the process. Not shown: the reference pic that was up on my other screen!
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onwardintolight · 11 months
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After 9 years of missing dance, I finally went and tried out an adult ballet class last night. It was so wonderful and honestly very easy and low-key, being a beginner class, which is exactly what I need right now as it’s more important to listen to my body and not push myself than ever before since btw, y’all, I’m pregnant! Due this Christmas ☺️
I’m trying out a beginner jazz class tonight too and I’m so excited. I won’t be able to keep up with jazz as well as ballet (due to the pregnancy I’ll have to sit out anything with movements that are too sharp/jostling and some floor work), but since this is a super beginner class I think it’ll be fine and a great refresher.
Jazz has a special place in my heart; it’s what I fell in love with the most as a kid and was the most empowering and meaningful for me, but I was forced to give it up because of it being too “sexy” (though even the sexiness/sassiness of jazz was good for me back then as a traumatized kid because it gave me the opportunity to take back and own what had been taken away from me). I’ve had some more experiences with jazz here and there since then that convinced me it felt like coming home, but I’ve never gotten to really reclaim it. It’s what I’m hoping to really pursue after my pregnancy because I want to feel that freedom and power again and proclaim to the world how much I’ve healed.
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hopepetal · 1 year
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New idea: My sona transforms into a dragon. but only a really tiny one. observe.
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forgive me I've never drawn dragons before
this was ref (i think it was made by naomi_lord on instagram?)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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The math just adds up!
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 4 months
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Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We'd need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people's wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
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nipuni · 7 months
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the snake of eden 🥰
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admiralexclipse · 2 months
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bl00dalchemist · 2 months
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So i finished reading dungeon meshi
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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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orbitsdesk · 3 months
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comment on 10cc - im not in love
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I know this is very random and not at all like my normal posts (and honestly kind of serious in a way?)but I decided to share this in Tumblr 👍 who knows, it might help someone.
So, I personally made a list a few years ago of things that help me when I'm on the verge of a panic attack, and it honestly helped. I wrote it on paper, in big writing and made it all colorful and nice to look at (so I'd actually look at it, and maybe remember it because of how it's colorful).
There's not a lot of things, but here is the list for anyone that'd like to see it:
-listen to music. It helps me focus on something else, and honestly music always helps me :)
-drink 👏 water 👏 I can't stress this enough, while crying, you 👏 become 👏 dehydrated 👏
-eat something, if possible. Sometimes, it helps with the sickness that I feel- although I don't recommend it if you think it might make you feel nauseous or throw up, just be sure to eat something after so you won't feel sick from that
-talk to someone. Like with music, it helps me focus on something else, and also talking to someone makes me feel less alone- although this might not be the case for everyone, since some people prefer being left alone to calm down
-write. Usually I try and write my feelings down if I can't talk to someone, so I'm still kind of taking them off my chest in a way 👍
Reblog to maybe help someone 👍 (or don't, I'm not forcing :))
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skoofie · 2 months
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Friendly reminder that you should
Write that fic
Draw your OC
Redesign that blorbo
Plan that comic how you want
Create the content you want to see
Be cringe
Be free
The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!
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tariah23 · 2 months
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)
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