#I LOVE THIS SM YOU HAVE NO IDEA

[dobaara]

Our hands at each beginning by S.R.

napowrimo day 10 using @mercuriian 's prompts (x): ‘(with your hands)’ ((pictures from mississippi masala (1991)))

[taylorhawkins]

have y’all heard dave and taylor singing come together because it is glorious. enjoy

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[galaxymindart]

[cisusnar]

Lance used to braid Rachel's hair back on Earth so ofc he asks Allura if he can braid hers

[kirbysphotography]

IT’S MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY!!!! <3

Sobek the Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus at the Field Museum in Chicago.

August 8, 2023

taken on iPhone 14 Pro

(edit: oKAY WOW THANK YOU GUYS! Glad to see fellow Sobek lovers. Also I did not know his name was Sobek but I am so happy to have found out and thus have added his name <3)

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[the-friendliest-freak]

OH MY GOD-

Broke: If they were to meet, Monika and The Narrator would have an intense rivalry

Woke: The Narrator sees that these fucking kids with fucking hormones are dealing with the same existential crisis (being stuck in a video game and never ending loop) that he (a grown adult, assumedly) can barely deal with and decides then and there “I’m not letting them deal with this bullshit alone” and henceforth just fucking adopts all of them

He’s positively delighted when he realises they’re all into literature (thank goodness they’ve got an outlet for their feelings) and that he’s got a middle ground with them.

[inafallsaway]

Send help mental illness too strong

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

what the fuck is his deal

[chloesimaginationthings]

IS THAT JEREMY!?

I’M GLAD YALL NOTICED THIS DETAIL! To answer your question,,, oh yknow

[blu-ish]

PARA YOU CANT KEEP MAKING MY HEART EXPLODE LIKE THIS IMMA GONNA DIE

i think this is the most effort i’ve ever put into an animation lol (it says i spent 8 hours on this 😭)

[evil-swedenish]

In between hunts.

[mixtercandy]

Shout out to the REAL fnaf mvp SPARKY THE DOG !!

[claudyfoxx]

Winters looking very lovingly at his best boyfriend Nixon:

[seraph-nyx]

storytime is back!! thomas you have no idea how much serotonin this just gave me, i’m not having a great day but god did this help me <3

also. where’s this magic potion for me. please i need more magic potions

Narrating People’s Lives: At the Pond! 🥤