#supportive partners

[blackdagger456]

Invincible Season 4 Finale Spoilers: Mark 'Green Flag' Grayson And Samantha 'Support You' Wilson Over Here

[rosetyler42]

I saw a drawing from @artsymeeshee of Supoortive Ford bragging about Stan saving the world and punching Bill to Smithereens and considering what happened in Ep 8 with Pomni and the players standing up to Caine, particularly Pomni and Gangle since they're the shyer ones, I liked the idea of proud Ragatha and Zooble gushing about them telling off Caine.

(I also am proud of Ragatha standing up to ANYBODY but Pomni going from shy timid introverted jester who largely avoids confrontation to yelling at Caine was fun to watch and I think Rags would be really proud seeing how brave she's gotten.)

I love drawing Pomni and her big ol' eyes. Especially that Autism creature/Puss in Boots expression she does. XD Just like I love drawing Gangle and her lil happy :3 face.

@lovelylivelyv @deathfangirl9 @royaledevil @chocohedgie @nightsoulvixen @tapwaterx @missnatzooie @valerytowo @cl3lly @mine0560 @disgruntled-ferret @midnightcaptions

[aventurineswife]

Hellooo 👋

May I request any of your OCs that you'd like + Aventurine and Ratio with a reader with severe anger issues? So basically reader had a rough couple of days which resulted in them just isolating themselves in a room to cool off alone with some work (not the best way to get rid of anger, but it works for them). The character doesn't know about this rough patch and comes home about a few minutes after reader isolates themselves. They try entering the room where reader is, resulting in them having a book thrown at them + the reader tells them to get out. Fast forward their next meeting where, in an awkward atmosphere, the reader tries to apologize. 🫶

“Scream, Then Stay”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Auron (OC) x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Fallout, Post-Angst Reconciliation, Established Relationship, Comfort After Conflict, Soft Men Being Soft, Supportive Partners, Throwing Objects as Emotional Coping, Gentle Apologies.

Warnings: Emotional outbursts, Implicit stress/mental fatigue, Minor aggression (throwing objects, shouting), Mentions of burnout/overwhelm, Implied past trauma or chronic stress (non-graphic).

A/N: I have too many OCs who could've worked well with this req 😭🙏, but I went with the one who suited it the most. Feel free to ask about Auron if you'd like!

You locked the study door, drawing the blackout curtains. The room plunged into the kind of stillness only familiar to someone who needed silence to not snap.

You had just opened your laptop when you heard the front door open.

“Darling, I’m home! Did the market rally while I was gone or—”

BAM. Aventurine nearly got hit by a flying pen holder the moment he tried opening the study door.

“GET. OUT.”

“…Oh.” His voice, for once, lost its theatrics.

He backed away, murmuring something under his breath about “hostile takeovers.”

He didn’t try the door again. Just slipped a folded card underneath that read:

‘Don’t worry, I’ll hedge my bets elsewhere for now. Call me when the market’s less volatile.’

Later, you found him sprawled across the couch, still in full IPC regalia, tophat still perched on his head.

“I, uh…” you began awkwardly. “Wasn’t personal. Just had a really crap few days and exploded.”

“Exploded? Darling, that was investor panic in physical form.”

You winced. “I’m really sorry.”

Aventurine gave you a long look before patting the couch beside him.

You sat.

“…You did dent my pride a little,” he said, feigning a pout. “I haven’t dodged a projectile that fast since the Penacony roulette incident.”

You snorted.

“But,” he said more softly, brushing his fingers across your hand, “next time, just say ‘I’m pissed off and need space.’ I won’t gamble on your mood then.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Deal?”

“Only if I get a kiss as collateral.”

The air was thick with shadow, the kind that curled at the edges of furniture and clung to silence like a second skin. Auron’s footsteps echoed softly as he entered the dim apartment. Something felt off—no soft greeting, no snarky comment from the kitchen. Just... silence.

He found the bedroom door shut, unusual for you. And locked.

“Darling?” he tried, voice dipped in a velvet tone of concern.

No answer.

He touched the handle again.

Click. The door unlatched from the inside—but only to open slightly. A book came flying out like a guided missile.

He caught it midair, eyebrows lifting at the force.

“Get out!” your voice cracked from the other side. Hoarse. Angry. Raw.

The door slammed.

Auron stood there for a long moment, thumbing the spine of the book. A well-worn journal. He could still smell your scent on the pages.

He didn’t knock again. Just left a soft whisper of shadow curling by the door—an echo of him saying: “Alright... but I’m here.”

Later, you found him reclining on the balcony, legs propped up on the edge of a chair, flame flickering lazily between his fingers.

You cleared your throat.

He looked up, eyes gold and unreadable.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “For the book. And the yelling. And the being a complete rage-goblin.”

Auron tilted his head, gaze softening. “Did you throw that book at me, or the world?”

“...What?”

“Because if it was me, I probably deserved it. But if it was the world—” he leaned forward, “—I’ll help you set it on fire.”

You blinked. Then cracked a breathy laugh.

He stood, walked to you, and cupped your jaw.

“Next time you want to scream, scream at me. Or near me. Or just let me listen.”

“…You’re not mad?”

“I’ve done worse with poetry anthologies,” he smirked.

Ratio stepped into your shared home, removing his gloves with precise movements. The moment he reached your study, however, he was greeted by—

Whack!

A hardcover on metaphysics narrowly missed his face.

“Leave me alone!” you shouted.

He paused, inspecting the cover. Volume VII of the Veritas Anthology.

“Hmm. At least you chose a book with weight.”

He didn’t force the conversation. Just left you alone with your storm.

Later, you approached him in the library, where he was rearranging scrolls by date and relevance.

“I, um… owe you an apology. For trying to knock you out with your favorite book.”

Ratio didn’t look up. “Volume VII is not my favorite. But I accept the apology.”

You hesitated.

He finally glanced at you, his expression unreadable.

“I’ve deduced you had a series of unpleasant experiences. Likely stress-related. You’re not a volatile person by nature.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Only to those who know you intimately.” He paused, then added, “But I would prefer verbal warnings next time over bibliographic projectiles.”

You smiled faintly. “Duly noted, Doctor.”

He handed you the very book you’d thrown. “Next time you feel rage—throw this at a target dummy. Or at me, if it helps. I can analyze the angle of impact for emotional depth.”

“…You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you remain.” His voice, quiet and warm, carried more apology than your own.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[daintyeel]

Recent conversation between my partner and I:

- if I had Trevor in front of me, like, in real life? I'd run away screaming.

- oh God yeah. The meth stench wouldn't even be the worst part.

- the mad cow disease would be...

- ...

- ...

- I'd still fuck'm.

- threesome?

[mywordstovictor]

I’m sick of people hating on allies. Let them come to pride. Let their queer friends drag them along in queer spaces for moral support or just because they’re a fun time. The cishet who loves their queer friends with their whole heart could probably benefit from being around some queer joy too, right now. Let the people who worry about us in on some of the fun parts so they know that sometimes we’re ok. I dunno sometimes I talk to that cis person who’s around trans folks as much as I am, who’s thoroughly versed in the culture, and it heals my heart a little that the divide just doesn’t seem to exist beyond a handful of community norms. I, a socially awkward, like chatting with the straight boyfriend at his first queer event because we’re both outsiders and he’s usually genuinely curious about what’s going on around him and if that’s not an opening for an infodump I don’t know what is.

I don’t mean Deborah from work who put a pride flag sticker on her computer and called herself ally of the year, I mean Harold, who’ll travel two hours for a protest in another town, who’s more or less the full time chauffeur for his bi daughter and all her little queer friends, whose house is where little trans boys ship their first binder so their parents don’t find out. Beatrice, who’s been giving politicians who aren’t doing enough a piece of her mind since the 70s. Hailey, who’s the butt of token straight jokes in all her friend groups and laughs along but checks in after with a few close friends that she’s actually ok to be there and she’s not intruding, who comes to take pride in knowing how to be there for her queer buddies. Spencer, who’s so fluent in queer culture he’s sure to wear an ally pin when he tags along to pride because no one expects straight guys to know those references and it gives the wrong idea that he does. Cis queers who gravitate toward the trans crowd at events and shut down anything even remotely terfy they catch in the broader community with a vengeance.

Plus, people don’t listen to us like they do cishet folks who speak up for us. Even if we ignore how chill allies usually are and that’s it’s generally just fun to have them around and that leaving it open to allies is also leaving it open to questioning queer people it’s a horrible strategic move to be assholes to them. When straight folks want to fight with us, we need to let them in enough that they can learn how. Ideally, we let them see into the worlds of the people they’re fighting for and celebrate the wins with us.

I know we’re all scared right now and straight people feel unsafe, but separatism is not good for us as individuals or as a community. As a community, we need allies to make progress. It’s a numbers game. As individuals, it’s good for us to see that there are cishet folks who don’t hate us. It’s important to have kind people around to remind us that it’s not us against everybody else. And it’s important to have people around who remind us that we’re not fundamentally so inherently different a divide is inevitable. And I dunno the lady in the ‘I ❤️ my trans grandchild’ shirt last year was really sweet and I still think about her when I start to feel hopeless.

[mpregstuff]

Bumpin' Iron Together | In a bold twist on traditional fitness, two men embrace their extraordinary journey as they share a fitness class at 40 weeks along. Their focused expressions reveal determination as they tackle exercises, showcasing their impressive bumps in fitted gear. The atmosphere buzzes with positive energy, fueled by the cheers of their supportive partners, who stand by ready to motivate. Laughter mingles with sweat, highlighting the unique bond they share in this challenging yet joyous experience. It's more than just a workout; it's a celebration of strength and resilience. Together, they redefine fitness, proving that no matter the circumstance, commitment to health never takes a break. Get ready to be inspired by this courageous duo as they push boundaries and break stereotypes, all while embracing the incredible journey of parenthood. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.