#SO CLOSE.

[greelin]

what sucks about having died before and coming back then spending the rest of your life both passively & actively suicidal is like. i was right there. Literally

[boeing-787]

SHOULDA HAD BETTER FUCKING AIM

[thevoidofemotion]

"Damn it."

[sndwave]

the ads in between units on the spanish learning i picked up.... are ads In Spanish to learn English

[weakly-skoodge]

Week Forty Nine!

The hatch falls shut behind him.

If Zim doesn’t want help, then Skoodge won’t help.

No siree! Absolutely no helping going on here whatsoever!

He’ll just sit down there, somewhat near Zim – but still at an acceptable distance! – and watch him instead.

With a bit of shimmying and effort, and maybe some goo from a source far too horrifying to be imparted through writing, Skoodge makes his way through the vents to the lower levels of the base. It doesn’t take any effort at all to find Zim. Even without his rambunctious laughter or demeaning voice, there are still lesser known ways of finding him. Things that someone would have to pick up by being in his direct presence for a prolonged period of time. Smell, habits, preferences.

Zim has multiple labs. Everyone knows this.

But, not everyone would know that these labs all have their own, individual purposes, would they? Skoodge hopes not. It makes it feel like a fun secret that no one else is privy to, knowing the inner workings of Zim’s PAK.

There’s a lab for every stage of Zim’s plans, and then, extra ones, ones meant for pet projects or random spur of the moment ideas.

Right now, Zim would be in the lab meant for the second beginning stage of projects.

Skoodge takes a turn, and falls in front of a hatch, confirming his theory as he spies the familiar shape of Zim’s hunched figure, sat down at one of his many workbenches.

He lifts the hatch.

… It’s not… really helping, to hand Zim a few things that he needs when he needs them – is it? Or, even to just watch him? With how engrossed he is in his current work, it’s very possible that he won’t even notice Skoodge’s presence.

Skoodge grins, wide and closed and spread completely across his face, and he allows himself to drop silently to the metal floors, from where he was in the vents up in the ceiling.

Not so much as a single flick of an antenna comes from Zim.

Wow. He really is engrossed.

That’s just more fuel to encourage Skoodge to start sneaking around, occasionally peeking up to ensure that Zim still hasn’t noticed him. More reason to give Zim a hand, in his mind – because if Zim can’t notice Skoodge plopping down right into his lab, then who’s to say Zim will notice… oh, who knows… one of his tools being handed to him?

Skoodge looks to the table at his side – and it’s actually at his height level, something that he notices right away, considering most other furniture tends to be on the taller side. There are some important looking papers on top of it. Unused schematics for plans that never came to fruition, blueprints…

There’s a pretty looking doohickey on the next table over that Skoodge really wants to touch that he just barely manages to convince himself not to. Who knows what doing that would result in. Maybe it’d explode the whole place! Or maybe it’d just make a really annoying beeping sound before fizzing out. And then explode. So many possibilities!

So many, that he doesn’t want to test his luck with!

Exploding does not feel good. Something someone would only know as intimately as he does from experience.

With that experience in mind, Skoodge carefully sneaks away from the doohickey, steadily making his way closer over to Zim.

Still somehow completely undetected, he comes to a stop behind him.

Like a statue, Skoodge stands, silently watches over Zim as he works, peering over his shoulder and ducking whenever it looks like he’s about to turn or spot Skoodge.

He tries reading whatever mysteries are on the screen in front of Zim, to get the gist of what he’s doing. Nada. He tries looking at the progress he’s made, the mess on his bench. Zilch. Skoodge can understand that there’s a prototype of some sort, definitely not to scale, of something. But not of what that something is.

Another few quiet moments of Zim mumbling pass. Skoodge tries listening to those, too.

Nope. Still don’t understand.

Zim pats around his workspace without looking away from his screen, searching for something on his left. Skoodge takes a guess and grabs an unpolished tiny dome-thing from the right side of the table, handing it to Zim.

His brow furrows. He opens his mouth –

Skoodge hands him the point one unit spiral wrench he was using earlier.

“Ah. Thanks, Skoodge.” Zim mumbles, not even turning to look at him, and continues to work, affixing the dome-thing to an equally small flat circle-thing.

Once finished with that, Zim reaches his hand over to the side again, emphasizing it with some finger-flexing. Skoodge drops a tube of some sort of metal binding agent into his waiting hand.

Zim begins to work, then slows to a stop, and finally processes what just happened.

He places everything in his hands down on the table in front of him.

Slowly, his head turns, over to the side…

… and his eyes meet Skoodge.

[bilestat]

hoping and praying they made so many quality of life upgrades to the answer remake because my god am i suffering right now with this fucking game

[ssunspotted]

67

[dacuslucy]

heartbreaking. good job uconn you did amazing with what you were given

[single-malt-scotch]

i dont think it would happen. but boy it sure would be something if bdubs won limited life, the time themed life season. or i guess, it would also be something if he died first (and i think we can say that wont happen. hopefully.)

[slimmestslime]

im throwing a tantrum im throwing a tantrum im throwing a .

AAAGGHGGAAA NOOOOOOOO

HE DIDN’T WIMBLE HARD ENOUGH :(

[pinkseas]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[darkestrellar]

[my-starlights]

*sighs* ☹️

daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

[into-the-groove]

favorite photo of all time not even joking

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[byjove]

my mom is soooo upset because she dropped and cracked one of her chicken’s eggs that she knew was fertilized. it’s her first time trying to hatch chicks and she was so excited. this was one of two eggs she’d seen moving while candling them. she feels so bad.