Hand Holding - Blog Posts

Kobayashi: "....Tohru are you actually listening?" Tohru: "Heheh no - ah y-yes I mean yes!" 

Casually teaching your dragon wife how to operate a pc. Meanwhile Tohru seems to be too distracted with other things 

Currently obsessed with katsuki and izuku holding hands post-war, whether you read it as platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between.

For Katsuki, it’s an opportunity to re-live that moment in the river and make a different choice. He can reaffirm that he’s turning over a new leaf and that Deku is there, alive and strong and still reaching out after all these years. It probably helps solidify for him that Deku does forgive him, especially on days where Katsuki still struggles to forgive himself.

And for izuku, you could argue that a large part of his life has been an exercise in reaching out and being rejected, over and over again. But with Kacchan, he gets a physical reminder that someone’s reaching back for him (someone who’s strong enough to keep him grounded and who he’s never, not once, stopped reaching out for). It’s a reaffirmation of their friendship and growing bond and proof that Katsuki didn’t die out on the battlefield. That he’s right there. That they’re equals. Partners, even.

And when they’re both each others biggest weakness and strongest ally, I’m sure the comfort of just being together would go a long way, too. For once in their lives they could be silly teenagers holding hands while playing a video game or watching a movie or doing homework or taking a walk or-

Just- handholding as a gesture of devotion and safety and new beginnings

another day of no hand holding...

wait, wait, got an idea, 🤭 I have TWO hands...

if you ever just wanna hold hands as friends I'm okay with that.

for some reason like all my favorite long fanfics end in the two main lovers holding hands. i don't know why. i don't know how. but it's a really cute coincidence and i love it.

forgot to add these for maximal pain

always reaching out for each other but never at the right time. never with the right face.

IN ANOTHER LIIIIIIIIFE

I WOULD BE YOUR GIRLLLLLLL

(we’d keep all our promises, be us against the world. in another life, i would make you stay.)

“take my hand.” “never!” [twelve takes spymaster’s hand]

“st-” “yes. i’ll stan- i’ll stay, my dear.”

Drew this to fuck with people

Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.

What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?

Give me your hands

My soul will sleep inside of them

Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity

Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.

But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!

I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.

I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.

Touch. 

Hand Holding or Holding hand

Yes

I needed you

I needed you badly, indeed

That was time,

when I was taking my first step to walk

That was time,

when I was uttering words to talk

That was time,

when I just began to eat by my hand

That was time,

When I just began to have my friend

Thanks to you for all the support you did

That was time

When I needed you indeed.

And now I have realized

Due to all of your kind deed

I am quite grown up indeed

Trust me,

I can handle my stuff

Don’t let your hands

To be my handcuffs

Let my feet find their land

Let me have deep dive into sea

I want to touch the sea floor

Let me have my tour

And I promise I will be always your’s.

Note: There is a thin line of demarcation between hand holding and holding (pulling) hand. And most of the time we (elders) unwillingly cross this demarcation line and we lose our dearest one. They feel so suffocated in our support system that they break this and free themselves to have fresh air and to explore the world. Not of caution is that by allowing them to explore it does not mean that we will not look after, just always be with them only when they need.

Hands

When I put my hands together it didn’t feel right,

Because it’s not your hand that’s in my hold

In the middle of the night,

I am cold

At most

I get to hold your ghost

At the movies we held hands

I thought you'd turn into air between my fingers, that is not something I could stand

I am so attached,

To how we matched

If I told my male guardian about you, he might attack,

And be on my back,

Riding me like a bull, steering me crazy

Get off me; my vision is not hazy

I see the red flags

You give me tightly packed, zipped up, emotional bags

I should take the hint and move on

I’ll take my luggage with me

Put on my big girl shoes and be gone

You'll never see,

You’ve hurt me so many times and I never learn

On you, I can’t place the blame

I still don’t get why you make my stomach churn

What a shame

What I don’t want him to know is that I have a blue jay

If he knew, he’d try to convince my eyes to see that blue jays are mean

I have a bird, isn’t something I'm going to say

I won’t listen because I'm a rebel; towards blue jays I'll lean

I don’t want to stop holding your hand

It feels like sand

Mine are softer than expected

I don’t know about you but I feel connected