#hey ouch

[benevolentgodloki]

how do you need to be touched?

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

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[deadaim-a]

what shape does your pain take ?

the sea

You're drowning. A sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. You just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. Even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. Guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough. Will you sink or swim?

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[rainbowcaleb]

“I’m your daughter, I feel like I don’t know you”

[iorast]

His eyes widen, staring at the god with emotions filling up in his tired eyes and slowly lowered his glasses. He placed them down on the table and began to walk quickly over to the god. Bruce wrapped his arms around Loki without a word.

                                                    ४ unprompted // always accepting !!

                                                                            » @bbannertm​

loki was shocked, if only for a moment, by the expression on bruce’s face. and even more shocked by the hug they received. they had seen their life play out on a screen. the one they should’ve lived through. the one that ... say themselves and banner becoming close. the one that ... this banner knew to be dead. 

so they hugged back, for as long as banner needed. because they weren’t about to rip that comfort from him. they may not be his loki but they had found out over time that they could be a loki. if that was any consolation.

❝ … i’m sorry for all the pain i’ve caused, my friend. ❞

they whispered into bruce’s hair. because they knew. they knew how their life should’ve played out ... and it wasn’t easy for anyone involved. 

[killmebutneverinsultme]

@norringtxn​ sent in pain a heroes to enemies starter:  ❝ can’t let me go , can you ? you never could . ❞

“James, please. I don’t -”

It must have been the universe trying to balance the hurts he’d caused others. This time it was someone running from him and not the other way around. Any day now, perhaps Jack would have made the move himself, if only to avoid what he was feeling now. 

He had found Norrington on the verge of stealing away in a longboat. It seemed he had finally come to a decision over how long he could endure staying. Jack ached to know his reasons and feared them all the same. One of them appeared to be glaringly obvious. Papers in the former commodore’s hands.

“Tell me they’re not what I think.”

[gingerwritess]

here is the truth - I’ll never love again from a Star is born reminds me of the IW angst you wrote and it’s tearing me to pieces....I love it

........y would you bestow such a n g s t upon us

[ackermom]

🌈 and anything Reiner or gallirei if you feel like it 💛

reiner takes it out on the training dummy. he pummels it to a pulp: first with a quarterstaff, then with his fists. his knuckles bleed beneath the skin, drawing purple halos beneath his fingers; then his skin scrapes and tears, and he comes away from the dummy with streaks of blood beneath his hands.

the red catches him off guard. he freezes mid-action, his hands reared back to his chest. they bleed through the violet bruises painted on his fingers. he stops. the momentum of his fumbled strike throws him backwards, and his heels catch at the gym floor to hold himself up. he stares at the blood and a thick silence wells up in his throat. he has dreamt about blood so many times since he returned to marley. he has remembered the open, gaping wounds of his body at the last battle, and he has remembered the murmuring voice that spoke to him.

something within him has died.

for months and months he held out hope. he dreamed of seeing bertholdt’s face again: just to know that he is alive. he forced himself to believe that the survey corps would take captives, that that’s where they had annie, too. confined, imprisoned, but alive.

the dream broke when he remembered the titans, when the council openly mourned the loss of their greatest asset. how stupid could he have been to think that they would have let bertholdt live? how could he have been blind enough to believe that bertholdt could still be alive?

he lets his fists fall. he looks up at the training dummy. its form is badly disfigured. it is painted with blood and punched with craters. it hangs limply from its metal post, its cotton head falling forward over its chest, and suddenly reiner feels sick.

[rainbowcaleb]

“It must be lonesome without him” 🥺