#Sometimes I worry

[antisocialpyromaniac]

[mossrockman]

Nothing like a good old drawing of Ringo Starr to make pooky happy, I used the image below as a reference since pooky likes to repeatedly send it to me

[kaygee-doodles]

...i feel like error deserves some chocolate after everything the asks seem to put him through-

You don't know the half of it. I have deleted some things, my nongenderspecific dude.

[kwistowee]

What is my brain...?

[why-am-i-always-hungruy]

why are you like this

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I’m so happy my husband committed to marrying me knowing that if i have spare money when someone asks, i will give it to him.

Can’t imagine being married to someone who would get upset with me for trying to help people out

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

every time I get a new follow with Ada pfp I’m like 🥰🥰🥰

But it it’s a Leon pfp I’m like 🤨🤨🧐

but also if it’s an aeon pfp I’m like 😌😌😌

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[chloesimaginationthings]

Glamrock Freddy's life is so hard in FNAF...

(Based off @/sweepswoop’s comic)

[sashayed]

If you are in your 20s and depressed I want you to know this: As you age, I promise, you will acquire tools and perspective that will open your world in ways you cannot imagine right now. You will find levels of contentment and joy you never thought possible. You will access a deep understanding and forgiveness of yourself that comes just from hanging out long enough in the same body, and that forgiveness will change everything. Also you may have a regressive depression so intense and long-lasting that it feels like a traumatic brain injury. don't freak out it's normal

[madam-libraaarian]

There's a gentle lull in the casual back and forth flow of our conversation, and I pause to lean back a little more comfortably against the register behind me. I look down, swallow, study my hands. I begin mounting up the courage to speak again, but my eyes jerk up from my raw knuckles at the sound of coughing, unexpectedly harsh after the gentle murmur of her voice. She receeds backwards two steps, leaning back on one heel as she covers her face with the collar of her just-too-big jacket. The coughing is familiar to me, a sound that’s come from my own throat more than once. Half-hidden like the porcelain skin of her face, it's the apologetic, choked back gasp of someone who’s been sick, in more ways than one, for a long time.

From inside my skull, part of me reaches out with over eager fingers of concern. It's the complex. The savior. The nagging voice I stopped listening to on that cold day in November, still stained with blood and alcohol, when I learned you can’t save someone who doesn’t want saving. I yank it back down, crushing it between my palms and wrestling it into a better, softer shape. More appropriate for the time and place. I remind myself that I don’t become a hero just because I’m falling in love with…

Instead of the urgent panicked cry curled in my chest, my voice comes out as a low rasp, light sympathy offset by the jocular twang I've picked up working here. I half-furrow, half-raise my eyebrows for emphasis. "You dyin'?"

A pause. A short gasp for breath. A dismissive waving of the hand.

“Slowly but surely." The response is light, and I chuckle, low and softly grateful for the good humor, as she resumes the course of her nightly pacing which brings her in front of me, then past, then around again—over and over. She gets a few strides away from me before she stops, lingering with her back to me. She doesn't turn, just tilts her pointed chin the slightest degree back in my direction, just enough to reveal a haunted half-grin and shadowed golden eyes which flicker to mine.

"Sometimes I feel like it's a little too slow..." The grin lingers a moment, sick and empty, eyes fixed on a point somewhere deeper than my own. I can't seem to open my mouth. And then the pacing resumes, tracing the circle that will take her away and then I pray, if only once more, back to me again.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[zaana]

Crosshair being a big brother

[secretly-a-trekkie]

mid crisis but here's firefighter AU despite 75% of the firefighters i know being absolute douchebags

[dead-core]

part of knowing me is watching me self-destruct. you cannot save me, you cannot fix me, and you cannot stop me.