#comforting your partner

[veronicathegoddess]

that "that's a good girl" to "god you're such a disgusting little bitch aren't you" pipeline in a relationship is everything

#i mean this in terms of being comfortable #degrading your partner #because i love praise #and if i only got degraded #id kms because i need to feel loved #and if i only got praise #id get bored #so both is great #mine

[arkiwii]

i was supposed to draw something sad but my hands slipped, so oops?

#thats funny how everytime i have a breakdown or im in a bad mood i draw them/one of them #it just helps me feel better and comfort #it's so miserable of me LMAO #my emotional support idiots... #also i love drawing my headcanons #who needs a blanket when you have a bird wing and your partner can produce heat #arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #saria #art #fanart #sariasil

[nelkcats]

Death Companions

It is said that all people have a partner, one that is predetermined; some are platonic soulmates, others romantic soulmates, but the main thing was that they were meant to be by your side, understand you, and not always support your decisions.

They were more like a kind of impulse control, someone to help you see beyond your choices and thoughts. While they were "meant" to understand you, that doesn't mean they supported all your decisions without complaint. Some would say they were there to help you be a better person.

But there was a catch: no one would know who their companion is until they die. Maybe it was a cruel twist of fate, that you would be forced to live your life without any clue as to whether you were doing it correctly. That you might never meet your partner in your life, that you would only have each other until all the stupid tests ended.

A way for the universe to say "fuck you" to humans who desperately wanted guidance on how to live. Or maybe, it was a way of telling them that there was no such guide, and that if they gave all the clues humans would never be free to make their own decisions.

So, maybe Jason Todd and Danny Fenton were the luckiest people on the fucking planet, for being the only ones who knew about each other, for being the only ones who could see that thread connecting them.

Personally neither of them felt lucky, dying was horrible, but at least the thread helped them feel less alone. Maybe someday one of them would be brave enough to follow it.

#dpxdc #It's like soulmates but no #Death Companions are stronger than soulmates #they help you to be better #even if you don't want to be or feel you can't be #but no one knows who their death companion is until their last seconds #It is the last truth that the universe grants you #whether you were together with them or not #there is no right answer #dp x dc #dc x dp #Ghosts are the only ones who can feel the bond and appreciate it #because they already went through that #and death is truly horrible #some ghosts keep these ties and decide to spend their eternity in the Realms together #others are happy that their partner is already in the afterlife #no one hates the bond #they may feel sad but in the end all they feel for it is gratitude #because the death companions are the ones who comfort you in your last moments and stay by your side #even if you never met them before #Jason and Danny are Death Companions #dead on main #deadonmain

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

the loneliness and sadness that creeps into you in a way that only growing up queer can cause. your parents can accept you and still make you feel like an outsider. your parents can love you and still reject parts of you. that old-fashioned kind of love where they think trying to mold you, make you tough, is better for you. or that quiet status quo where you just don't talk. and where everyone is accepted, though some are more than others. generations and generations it's just been easier to let it slide. to let it be. not cause a fuss. but then we sit there with a knot in our chests all our lives wondering how it got there

#this is about #all of us strangers #ofc your experience of a piece of media is molded by your own perspective #and i have been thinking a lot about growing up queer and how it still fucking sucked #for me. ten. twenty years ago. fuck it even five years ago #it still sometimes sucks #because i was raised without any queer representation around me #i was trained to be straight and to desire straightness #and anything remotely queer was mocked and bullied and judged #i saw it done by others and done to others so much that it's hardly surprising i did everything i could to Not be that #and the fact that i had to grow up that way #and that i still wouldn't feel at ease bringing a partner to a family event #makes my heart ache so much #i am often on my own and going home doesn't bring me comfort #it's like harry describes #it's just how it went #my parents didn't mean to make it like that #my mom even thinks it's sad #but she doesn't understand how it came to be #and i don't know if i can turn it around #adam's imaginings of how his parents envelop him with love and acceptance in the end #was a dream #but a painful one #a dream where your parents suddenly say all the right things #and for him they only did so bc they're dead and he could imagine whatever he wanted #/and still/ he imagined his mom rejecting his sexuality at first #literally so disgusted she can't drink her tea #oooooofofffffff....... #i need to think some more #my posts

[oodlesodoodles]

#Took a drawing break and i feel p good #Kim kitsuragi #Harry du bois #When youre the one in the relash who cant be hugged while youre crying #When youre the one in the relash who vibrates until youre allowed to comfort partner #Bottom pic is based on reds fic sur la fin #Kim having a flashback while making coffee #Harry drinking coffee while forgetting the nightguard is in #Whew

[c-hrona]

Vash > Woowoo tits + mistletoe prompt 6?

:3c (requests closed)

#trigun #vashwood #mistletoe ask game #chronart #suggestive #i guess? #tfw your other coworkers are being rewarded in the other room #(see previous post) #so you feel comfortable enough to get frisky in the ceo office #but your idiot of a partner gets all teary for scars and shit from medical surgeries that saved your life #tsk vash get a grip and make wolfwood happy ffs (before he gets emotional too) #(i don't know what the fuck this is i'm tired forgive me ahahah) #(i only know that this is like a mix of post baseball au and my own ww lives au lmfao) #(anyway thank you for this ask anon i enjoyed drawing this so much eheheh)

[clownsuu]

Ay. An offer; one doodle of lovelie for the price of answering my question 🦅

Eh? Eh?— Anyways my question is; what’s an art tip you can give that really helped you? Anything special when drawing or do you just have a hand of god?

(Btw your one of my favorite artists and I love seeing your work homie, number 1 inspo fr. Keep on cookin 🦅💞)

WAHHH THEY LOOK SO SCRUNGLYYYY (despite his many, m a n y crimes)

#Also art tips? #One of them is don't follow some of my footsteps they are unhealthy LMAOOOO #Like me pushing through despite my artblock? Very unhealthy it can lead to a unhealthy relationship with art #Ya deserve breaks when your mind and body tells you you need it! Art should be a comforting experience! #No matter how long it takes smhh #I remember my partner had a really bad art block for like a year but they are still going strong with their art! Never feel discouraged! #Also another one is sometimes a messier lighter sketch is better for more dynamic pieces #If ya work too hard on your base it can lead to your piece feeling flat and too stiff #Go crazy go stupid! You might be surprised with what you can accomplish! #Don't be afraid to go outta your comfort zone with art stuff! You might find details you quite enjoy! HUZZAH! #Also also I fuggin love the liddol beetle doodles on the side of her LMAO SO TEENSY TINY #I'M SO HAPPY YA GAMERS ENJOY MY DUM LIDDOL ARTS IM JUST A LIL GUY BDJDJDJDJD;;;;

[solisaureus]

honestly i think the counterpush against the toxic notions of “love will fix you” and “i can love them better” have swung too far and now people are saying things like “you can’t love someone else until you love yourself” and “it’s unhealthy to seek comfort from your partner when you’re mentally ill”

like let’s be fr here. the number one most effective intervention for mental illness is social support. i honestly think the devaluation of friendships and other non-romantic sources of emotional support has contributed to this issue — the common unhealthy extremes being “your romantic partner will heal you with love” and “you need to heal yourself on your own.” expecting a mentally ill person to recover entirely alone is not only cruel, it’s unrealistic and infeasible without social support. thus, it’s normal and healthy to rely on your romantic partner for comfort and support. it’s just that it BECOMES unhealthy if they are the only or the main source of comfort and support in a mentally ill person’s life.

so no, dating someone who loves you won’t fix your mental illness. but not having to cope with it alone damn well helps.

#forgive me if this is incomprehensible i have a migraine #but i’ve been thinking abt this for a while. especially since the tsats discourse has people #claiming that solangelo is toxic because nico relies on will for emotional support #first of all they rely on each other for emotional support. that’s what relationships are for #and second of all seeking comfort from your partner isn’t inherently unhealthy behavior i just think we have this association that it is #because we see unhealthy representations of it all the time but i strongly feel that tsats isn’t one of them #robin text

[artsymonart]

Been thinking about that one scene when hero and partner decided to go find Grovyle but make it more sweet? I think?

(Also, I’m a sucker for comfort)

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd2 #pkmnart #pikachu #chikorita #artsypkmnart #comic #I find it odd hero is against words of comfort but like… #comfort your partner! >:(

[atths--twice]

Germs and All

After attending a conference, Scully falls ill. Not wanting to be alone, and missing Mulder, she heads to his apartment.

I've been fighting through a cold the past few days. As a result, I've had extra time on my hands as I've been resting. Because of this, my mind wanders to MSR more than usual. I love stories where they take care of each other and so, I've written this little fic.

Hope you enjoy. 💓

Scully woke up, her mouth dry and nose stuffy. Groaning, she rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock before closing her eyes in the gray light. Opening her eyes again, she looked back at the clock as she drew in a breath. 

11:30. 

It was eleven thirty? 

Sitting up, she looked around the room and then picked up her watch to be sure the time was correct. 

11:30. 

“Oh, God,” she whined softly as she fell back onto the pillows, sniffling deeply. “How is it so late?” 

Rain hit the windows and she sighed as she sat up again and laid her watch back beside her half drunk cup of tea. Pushing herself up, she groaned again, her body aching. 

Stumbling to the bathroom, she used the toilet, washed her hands and brushed her teeth. Staring at her reflection, she sighed and made a face before turning off the light and leaving the room. 

Shivering, she grabbed the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it around herself as she groaned again and opened the bedroom door. 

Pausing just past the doorway, she looked to her right and saw Mulder sitting on his couch, smiling at her. 

“Hello,” he said and she frowned with another groan. “I take it you’re not feeling better.” 

“It’s eleven thirty,” she complained and he nodded, glancing at his watch. 

“Nearly quarter till twelve now,” he said and she whined. 

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” she asked, kicking the comforter back from her feet as she walked over to him. 

“Let you?” he asked with a chuckle, as she sat on the end of the couch with a huff and then laid down, her head resting against his thigh. 

“I’m tired,” she complained, letting out a deep breath. “And my nose is stuffy.”

“I know,” he said, his fingers rubbing her head and running through her hair. “Well, about the stuffy nose anyway.” 

“I slept all night. How am I still tired?” she whined and he chuckled again. 

“You have a cold, Scully.” 

“Mmmm,” she moaned with a frown. “This is all Skinner’s fault. I didn’t want to go to that stupid conference. He made me.” 

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, his fingers rubbing her neck. 

“That feels good,” she whispered, her eyes closing. 

“Skinner wasn’t sick,” he mused and she sighed heavily. 

“No. But someone there was and I got it from them. You didn’t go, so you’re fine.” 

“I won’t be in a couple of days, seeing as you brought all the germs with you. This place is ground zero now. The bedroom in particular is highly contaminated.” 

“I know. I should’ve gone home,” she admitted with a nod. “I just…” 

“I was just teasing,” he said, his thumb pressing firmer into her neck and causing her to moan. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Even though I’ve…” She sniffled deeply and let out a deep breath. “God. Even though I’ve brought the plague upon you?” 

“It’s just a cold,” he said, laughing softly. 

“Feels worse.” 

“You say that every time you’re sick.” 

“Because it does. It always does,” she whined, breathing through her mouth as her nose had become far too stuffy. 

“I’ll get you some medicine,” he said, scratching her scalp lightly and moving gently from the couch. “You want anything to eat?” She moaned and shook her head. “Tea?” She shook her head again and he chuckled softly. “Okay, just the medicine.” 

She nodded as she burrowed into the comforter, finding a more comfortable position. 

A kiss was pressed to her temple and she smiled. 

“Even full of germs, and wrapped like a mummy, you’re adorable,” he whispered, kissing her again before he left the room. 

She smiled and then coughed, groaning as she shook her head. The comforter was pulled even closer and she took a stuffy breath. 

“Hey,” Mulder said and she opened her eyes. “Here’s the medicine and some water. You need to sit up to take it and the cough syrup.” 

“I hate cough syrup,” she grumbled and he hummed as he helped her sit up. 

“I know,” he said, handing her the syringe in his hand. 

“You like using this, don’t you?” she asked, putting the syringe in her mouth and pressing the plunger, swallowing the medicine quickly. Making a face, she took a sip of the water he offered. 

“I do. I’m glad you gave it to me,” he said, smiling as he handed her two large liquid filled pills. “These should help too.” 

She took them and placed them into her mouth, swallowing them with the rest of the water in the glass. Pouting, she handed the glass back to him and then coughed, turning her head to avoid coughing directly on him. 

“I’ll get you some more water,” he said as she coughed again. She laid back down with a moan, cursing that stupid conference. 

It had been monotonous, uninspiring, and lonely without Mulder with her. And then the last night there, she had felt the telltale signs of a cold brewing as her throat was scratchy when she swallowed. 

Waking up to a stuffy nose and achy body, the flight home had been miserable. Hailing a cab, she had given the driver Mulder’s address, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the window. 

When she had made her way to his door, her suitcase feeling exceptionally heavy and clumsy, she swayed as she knocked twice and waited. 

His happy smile had vanished at the sight of her, concern quickly replacing it. 

“I don’t feel so good,” she had said, pitching forward and falling into his arms. 

“Aw, Scully,” he had whispered, pulling her and her bag inside. 

He had brought her into his room, turned on the shower to warm up, and helped her undress. 

While she had been in the shower, he had changed his sheets, found some clothes for her to wear, and made her some tea. 

When she had dressed in one of his long sleeved shirts and a pair of cuffed sweatpants with the drawstring pulled as far as it could go, he had sat her down on his bed and blown her hair dry as she moaned repeatedly, her eyes closed. 

When he had finished, he brushed her hair and kissed her on the forehead. 

“Why don’t you lay down and I’ll go get you some medicine?” he had asked and she had nodded. “Come on, come and lay down.” 

He had helped her up and led her to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers and then tucking her in once she had laid down, her head pounding. 

“I’ll be back soon. Rest.” He had kissed her head twice, ran a hand down her side, and whispered goodbye as he left. 

He had woken her to take some medicine, sitting with her until she had fallen back to sleep, stroking her hair as he spoke quietly about his last couple of days without her. 

She had woken throughout the night, his arm around her waist or fingers locked with her own, her nose stuffy and head still aching. 

“Hey,” he said softly and she opened her eyes, looking up at him. “Do you want some more water? Luckily, I found a bendy straw so now you don’t have to sit up.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding slightly. “I’ll have a little bit. Thank you.” He sat on the coffee table and held the glass and straw for her as she took a few sips. 

“Feeling any better at all?” he asked and she sighed as she pulled back from the glass of water. 

“Not at the moment,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing again. 

“Well, hopefully that medicine will help soon. I brought over another box of tissues and a paper bag for the used ones. Do you need anything else?” 

“No, not right now. Thank you,” she said, attempting to breathe through her nose and giving up to take a deep breath through her mouth. “I’m just so tired.” 

“Rest, Scully,” he said, kissing her temple again, the glass of water set on the coffee table. 

And she did, dozing in and out as he sat on the couch beside her, his fingers in her hair or resting on her shoulder. She heard baseball being announced, the crack of a bat, and organ music playing. Then she heard the dialogue of a movie as she turned over and sighed, the comforter tucked around her when she did. 

“Thank you,” she breathed and he hummed as his fingers rubbed her scalp again and she fell back to sleep. 

Her bladder woke her and she moaned as she stirred, extricating herself from her comforter cocoon. 

“I ordered some food,” Mulder said as she stretched and rolled her neck. “Matzo ball and chicken noodle soup. Waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

“That sounds good,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Not sure how much I’ll be able to eat.” 

“I know. But you haven’t eaten anything all day. You need something.” 

“Okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

When she came out of the bedroom, she was wearing one of his hoodies, as she had lost the warmth of the comforter. She had also put on a pair of his thick socks and pulled her hair back into a small ponytail. Yawning, she padded to the dining room and sat down. 

A small bowl of matzo ball soup had been placed at her spot, the spoon resting inside of it. She smiled at the sight of the cut up matzo ball, making it easier to eat. Glancing up, she watched him walk in with his own bowl of soup and a plate of sliced bread. 

“You cut my matzo ball,” she said with a sniffle as she reached for her spoon. 

“Yeah, I did,” he said, setting his stuff down and sitting beside her. “Easier and quicker for you to eat.” 

“Thank you,” she said, filling her spoon with broth and a piece of matzo. 

They sat in silence as they ate, Scully taking her time to eat as much of the soup as she could. 

“I can’t taste any of this,” she said, shaking her head, leaving her spoon down in the bowl. “Not one bit, but I’m sure it’s really good.” 

“It is,” he said and she nodded as she pushed the bowl from in front of her. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, watching him finish his bowl of soup. He smiled at her and she smiled back, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for him. “I love you.” 

He stopped eating and stared at her, his smile growing. 

“I know I’ve told you before, but I just wanted to say it again,” she said, sniffing and letting out a deep breath. 

He set his spoon in his bowl and made to move towards her, his hands reaching out. 

“No,” she said, putting up a hand. “Contagious, remember?” 

“Ground zero, remember?” he asked, his hands now cradling her face as he smiled. “The damage has been done. Therefore, a kiss on the lips won’t cause any harm.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as his lips met hers. 

He kissed her gently, his thumbs slowly rubbing against her cheeks as she hummed again. Needing air, she pulled back slightly and drew in a breath, before his lips were on hers again.  

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her one more time. Smiling as he pulled back, his thumbs stroking along her cheeks. “Germs and all.” 

“Ha ha,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at him. “Ugh. I think I need to lay down.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed, moving his hands from her face. “Let me clean this up and get you some more medicine. Then bed.” 

She waited at the table for him as he quickly cleaned up. More cough syrup and pills were brought to her along with a glass of ice water. She took it all with only minimal complaints, thanking him with a nod. 

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” 

He led her through the apartment, turning the lights off behind them. He grabbed the comforter and followed her into his room. 

She went into the bathroom, used the toilet, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. 

Mulder had put the comforter back on the bed and pulled back the covers on her side once again. Waiting while she laid down, he tucked her in and kissed her head. 

“Be right back,” he said and she hummed as she closed her eyes. 

When he finally laid down, she was nearly asleep, but she opened her eyes to look at him and give him a small smile. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she reached for his hand. 

“That’s why you came here, isn’t it?” he asked softly, kissing her knuckles. “Knowing you were ill? Wanting to be cared for?” 

“Yes and no,” she said, moving closer to him. 

“How’s that?” he asked and she opened her eyes again.  

“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” she said, her eyes rolling back as she shut them again. “I didn’t plan on being sick. I just missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I’m glad you came over.” 

“Germs and all?” she asked, her words slightly slurred. 

“Yes. Germs and all,” he assured her, kissing her forehead and whispering his love for her as she fell asleep, held safely in his arms. 

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #sickfic #taking care of your partner #common cold #conference away #sleeping late #Sleeping on the couch #tired and achy #medication #chicken soup #matzo ball soup #season 7 #established relationship #comfort food #forehead kisses #gentle kisses #sleeping together

[adhdslugcrimes]

Dick: I think I'm coming down with something, I've been feeling nauseous all day.

Wally: or your pregnant.

Dick:

Wally:

Dick: I don't know who's the idiot here, you suggested us, a t4t couple, got pregnant or me having a heart attack forgetting you are a trans man with me for a second.

#dick grayson #wally west #birdflash #the struggle of t4t relationship when you forgot your partner is no amab #he just got sick from biding in the hot sun #wally the caretaker to the rescue #but also wally just forgot he's not cis either #making birdflash trans Bec I'm trans #this is my comfort ship I'll do whatever i want with them #that's making them trans and autistic/adhd

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I AM GOING TO POST THE HEIST DUO BEING SOFT AND DOMESTIC AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME‼️

bye I reached the tag limit💀

#the power I wield as a mediocre artist is insane #I have been. Thinking about this specifically for so long ok #just imagine with me #perhaps day after a heist #maybe he offered to take first watch again. but ended up staying up all night to let you sleep. again. #and so maybe now he's super tired #you're just cleaning dishes or cooking or something #and he slowly sidles up behind you #tightening his arms around your waist #he just stands there #breathing in your closeness #there were one too many close calls for his liking #feeling how solid and warm you are is comforting. the even rhythm of your breaths reassuring. #maybe a kiss pressed to your neck #he's just glad you're okay :) #and happy to have you here with him. to share everything you do with each other #OK WOW DAMN I JUST MADE MYSELF ALL🥺🥺🥺🥰 #my art #ahwm #partners in crime #heist mark x y/n #heist!mark x y/n #mark iplier #heist mark #heist!mark #ahwm y/n #yn sona #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu

[thedreadvampy]

btw about Neil Gaiman I periodically agree with the 'Neil Gaiman is annoying' stuff bc I feel like both he and Amanda Palmer seem like people who I would go insane stuck in a room with bc we have very different ideas about art and suchlike. and I also do think that the career trajectory he's on lately is cynically redoing his greatest hits and pretending that was the dream all along when it clearly was not. which is at best meh.

having said which

as far as I can tell by far the most common complaint about Neil Gaiman is "Snow, Glass, Apples is problematic/gross/it's got incest and rape and frames the child as the aggressor"

which strikes me as a weird complaint to pull out of a 40 year body of work tbh when that short story is pretty clearly coming from a place of 'how far can I push this'. like you don't have to like the story. I don't really like the story. but it is. a horror story.

like and this is the thing with particularly 90s alt horror right? a lot of the interest is in transgression and sitting in the worst possible perspective and seeing what happens if you pull those strings. like I really like Clive Barker for example but there's a good chunk of his short stories that I'm like I'm not picking up what you're putting down Clive this seems Kinda Off. but that willingness to write some trite or Bad Message horror fiction that doesn't land is imo a side effect of being willing to try writing uncomfortable and unpleasant fiction at all. which is what horror is for, among other things, it's for creating discomfort as a form of catharsis or engagement.

like I am not a huge fan of the type of sex-horror that pops up in a lot of Gaiman's work and other contemporary horror writers - to me I don't find it upsetting or horny it just ends up feeling kind of edgy and tryhard - but I'm also a bit like. it does seem like a lot of people's beef with Neil Gaiman is that In The 90s He Was A Horror Writer

and this approach to Problematic Horror in Snow, Glass, Apples I find kind of microcosmic of how The Discourse often approaches art in this kind of 1:1 way. if you write a story which seems to line up with rape apologia it can only be because you agree with it. if you write a story about transphobia you're a transphobe. if you write a story that makes me genuinely uncomfortable you're attacking me.

but artwork, especially art like horror that's not necessarily trying to provoke enjoyment as its main response, is necessarily hit and miss. and if what you're shooting for is discomfort then whether it works, falls flat or goes too far incredibly depends on your audience. and making good art - as in art that makes its audience think, art that opens the audience up to discomfort and catharsis and sticks with them and changes them - requires the space to experiment and tbh the space to fuck up. like they aren't all going to be winners and they certainly aren't all going to work for you as a singular audience.

personally I don't see the appeal of Snow, Glass, Apples, less cause it's nasty and more cause it's hack. ooh an edgy monstrous version of a fairy tale where there's lots of rape and cannibalism? you're soooo original Neil. but like. that's fine. I don't really vibe with like 70% of Neil Gaiman stuff I've read but I still like Neil Gaiman because the stuff that works for me really works for me.

idk I think there's a lot of folk on this website who shouldn't interact with horror cause they clearly aren't interested in being horrified. that's not everyone who dislikes Snow, Glass, Apples, but it's a real undercurrent to a lot of the criticism and tbh this kinda vibe is shit for art. making standout art What Is Good also requires being ready to make art which stands out for the wrong reasons. sometimes they'll be the same art to different people.

#red said #not to Cancel Culture this but isabelle fall springs to mind in a lot of how folks talk about stuff like this #like she wrote a transgressive piece exploring her own negative feelings about transness and her anger around a transphobic trope #and she made something which i found really resonant and interesting #and she got torn apart for it because it Might From Some Angles Agree With Transphobia #and I'm not making a direct comparison. because i think attack helicopter is a really GOOD story and i think SGA is gratuitous and hack #but that's the thing right? transgression and discomfort and speaking about unpleasant things in an openended way are KEY #to making art that engages directly with your own pains and angers and discomforts #and that's hard to mediate tbh. but it's also very necessary. #i think as well thinking about Gaiman this is also a thought I've often had about Amanda Palmer #who over the years has written a lot of songs about things i find genuinely uncomfortable or offensive. #and i can engage with 'it's fucked up to tell your ex they transed their gender At You' or 'your partner's suicide is not about you' bc yeah #but #you can't celebrate someone for making confessional music then get mad because you don't like everything they confess #if you only take about your socially acceptable thoughts it's not really confessional is it? #if you only talk about discomforting things that people are comfortable hearing about its not really discomforting #and you can only really discern what's Good Transgressive and what's Damaging Transgressive through doing i think #so if you want challenging art you are going to have to get some art which challenges you and you go hmm no i still disagree #is what i think #so yeah you can hate the artwork but when an artist is specifically setting out to make challenging art it's weird to hate them #for making 50 pieces of art you like and 1 you hate

[midnight-moth]

Moth I'm missing your boys, give us some rambly Raindrop/ Phantom Rain Drop thoughts?

Rain hasn’t seen him all day. Just evidence of his existence. A half-emptied cup of black coffee on the counter, a long strand of gold strewn across his black pillowcase, yesterday’s clothes kicked into the corner of the bathroom.

They have no reason to cross paths today. No practice, no ministry business, no shared responsibilities. Not that they need a reason to be together. Quite the contrary. But Rain can’t count on a schedule to run into him eventually. So, Rain wanders around trying to track his invisible footsteps.

Where is he?

Rain knows and follows his intuition down to the water. Down to the gnarled roots of the willow growing by the bank of the lake.

Dew looks so small, tucked into a makeshift hammock of roots, Rain’s sweater tossed over them to blunt some of the hard knots and lumps.

“What’re you doing here?” Why am I asking questions I know the answer to?

Dew’s eyes are closed. But Rain knows he’s not asleep because his hands are busy fiddling with the drawstring of the hood he’s using as a pillow.

“You know.” His voice is small and dry.

“I do.”

“Just felt - alone.” No matter how many people I surround myself with, no matter who I talk to. I feel alone. Cause I am. I will be, in the end. And I didn’t want to ask you - to say the thing you always say.

You went to everyone, but me? If Rain had bothered to ask anyone else he may have heard a few reports of a Dew -shaped spectre gliding in and out of various rooms earlier that day.

“Fine. I won’t tell you that you’re never alone. And you never will be. I won’t tell you that I’m like these stupid trees. If anyone tries to pull me away. I will simply wither and die. That you are stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

Of course it’s his choice, but he wants Dew to feel like it isn’t. To feel certainty in matters that really are never quite certain. Like love.

Dew makes space for him in the crevice of the tree, “I do like it,” he thinks. Its embarrassing. But, comforting, Rain understands his language. The subtext between his sentences and the meaning in the words he doesn’t say.

There are one thousand and one places in the Ministry to get lost in, where no one will ever find you. But Dew chooses the same place every time, the place that tells Rain, I need you but I can’t say it. I wanted to reach out but my hands are tied. I wanted to call your name but I can’t speak. I feel so alone, show me that isn’t true.

#idk what this is #I am full of sad #I don’t even want to hit that post button but I guess I will #yolo #cw hurt comfort #also willows need lots of water #in my mind they tried to transplant some #cause sister said so #cause nihil loved them #but the ministry is built on a hill #the willows just die #they need the water #get it #it’s not cool to test your partners and get them to assume your needs #that’s not what I’m saying #I am not saying this is healthy behavior #it isn’t #however there is something to be said for needing proof to learn to trust people #and Dew is like a scared cat #okay bye #midnight moth writes #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction

[fefairys]

just my thoughts but if you are in a monogamous relationship and often wish you could be in a more open relationship, you should communicate that to your partner. and if your partner makes you feel afraid to communicate that (not you being afraid out of anxiety, but them specifically saying things that make you afraid to say how you truly feel about stuff) then they are not being a good a partner. it might be a hard conversation but communication is the number one thing necessary for a good relationship.

if your justification is “well it’s useless because they would say no anyway” -> you won’t know until you communicate

and

if you feel at all restricted by monogamy, maybe it is not for you, and it may be hard to have to leave your partner if they’re not comfortable with an open relationship, but i don’t think you should sacrifice your happiness for someone else, no matter how much you love them. your feelings and desires matter. your life should not revolve around keeping your partner happy even if it means sacrificing your own happiness and freedoms.

#i wish my ex had just broken up with me #because instead she just cheated on me when i told her i wasn’t comfortable with opening our relationship 👍 #but now i am in an open relationship and it is so much for freeing #even though we’re not currently seeing anyone else #just having that freedom and knowing it’s okay to get crushes on other people #or desire other people #not feeling guilty over that is everything #being able to talk to each other about crushes we get #or people we find hot etc #that’s something i personally need in a relationship #and if u feel like that’s something that would make you happier in ur relationship too #then you need to communicate that to your partner

[bubbeebear]

ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕖𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 curious 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟<𝟛₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪

Hello, It's very nice to see you again!! <3

Great question! I've been very fond of the ship for as long as I can remember but I believe it all started after the third episode came out.

By that I'm referring to the love episode, I thought the little interaction between Red and Duck was very sweet even though it lasted for like.. a few seconds and they just talked about whether to follow yellow guy or eat the chicken, lol. Listen, it's just the fact they wanted to have the picnic together that matters.

#Plus the few fanart I used to see of them also helped in sealing the deal #It become a comfort ship for me and it's why I love these two sm #if you don't take your partner on a chicken picnic then are you actually in love? #I think not #don't harm me please #Bubbee Answers #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #fluffybird #my art #doodles