#Well then.

[kikker-oma]

[luxmoogle]

Today I've learned how many of you had problems figuring out the Hollow Bastion lift stop

[louistrations]

Hope my Mario friends have a wonderful day!

[infernal-general]

Ship tier list

[scarlet-and-ultraviolet]

[goaliekisses]

HMMMMMM

[rebootgrimm]

CHAT??? DONALD TRUMP GOT FUCKING SHOT IN THE EAR AT A RALLY

I bet Twitter is going wild rn

Update: I think the news said it was a firearm, but it sounded like a BB gun

Update 2: It is confirmed that other people were wounded and that there were 7-8 shots. The gun is nearly confirmed to be a firearm. The only way we’ll know is if someone gets caught.

Update 3: The shooter is reported to be dead, but no one knows how since it hasn’t been released. We also know that a rally attendee is dead. Once the story is over on the news (specifically Fox News), I’ll post one large post about everything we know.

[electrosquash]

[sparklecur]

WHO NEEDS COFFEE TO WAKE YOU UP WHEN YOU HAVE THE MUCH CHEAPER AND EASIER ALTERNATIVE OF "random wave of feeling like youre about to vomit for no reason"

[hotgirlmeg]

oh there's a place called brampton in england too 😭 i thought ontario was getting a shout out in this song dkdjskdjsjs

[magnusbae]

ah.

[thedeathdeelers]

Hmmm, wanna write something of Comfort on a Bad Day? Absolutely no pressure, hope this strikes your fancy!

carlos didn’t know how to help.

he remembers feeling just as helpless when he used to see and hear his sister trying to cry as quietly as possible in her room, thinking neither he nor their dad could hear her. he had eventually figured out a way to comfort her without making her feel uncomfortable, but it had taken him some time to figure out how.

but as he now stands on the other side of the garage doors, listening to reggie’s sniffles coming from the studio, he can feel his heart clench all over again.

he hated seeing his family in pain.

they had all been through so much, and yet pain and grief still chased after them, refusing to let them go.

carlos sinks to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and rests his head against them.

what could he possibly do or give reggie that could help him? could carlos even make a difference?

maybe he should ask his dad?

he shakes his head.

no. he didn’t want their dad to worry — reggie hid himself in the studio for a reason, just like julie used to in her room.

he needs to figure this out on his own.

he rolls his head to the side, eyes scanning the garden as his brain goes into overdrive:

what does reggie like? what makes him feel better?

music? no, too loud, too obvious.

food? ….no that would make things worse actually, waaaay worse.

should he tell alex and luke? julie, maybe? nope. reggie probably didn’t want his sister and the guys to know either.

what would he want if he was feeling down? he knew he and reggie agreed on quite a lot of things so maybe…

but what helped him? what did he use-

carlos stands up so suddenly at the realisation, he nearly topples backwards into the garage doors. he stands there for a moment, waiting to get his bearings, and then races back into the house, not stopping until he’s in his room.

he desperately searches for what he needs, pulling open every drawer and cupboard door, throwing things around and searching under every piece of furniture in his room.

he’s gotta find it, he’s gotta find it, he’s got-

gotcha!

carlos stretches his arm out as far as it can go under the bed, fingers wiggling in desperate hope as he struggles to grasp the object he really really needs.

he closes his eyes and reaches a little further and- yes! he can feel the soft material at the edge of his fingertips. his eyes snap open as he pushes just a little further, and HA!

fingers wrapping securely around the worn thing, carlos gently pulls it towards him before springing up and sprinting back out to the studio.

stopping right outside the studio to catch his breath, carlos checks on the object in his hands one more time before slowly easing the garage door open.

he first pops his head open, eyes scanning the space, then inches forward when he spots reggie sat at the foot of the couch.

slowly making his way over to reggie, feet shuffling against the carpeted floor so as to not startle reggie, carlos starts to doubt his decision to walk in and disturb reggie

what if reggie doesn’t want carlos here? what if he just wanted to spend the day by himself, without being interrupted by annoying younger brothers?

carlos stops in his tracks at that thought, rethinking this entire thing. he looks down at what’s in his hands and hesitates; what if this doesn’t even help him?

but before he can start backing out, the sniffling suddenly stops. looking up, he finds reggie looking at him, a strained smile on his face.

“hey carlos! what’s up? you good buddy?”

carlos’ heart clenches at the sound of reggie’s voice, at his attempt at seeming fine. it doesn’t escape him when reggie tries to subtly wipe at his nose with the sleeve of his flannel.

“i uh-,” he starts, kicking at the carpet under his feet. “i just wanted to-”

“oh! what’s that you got there? an old friend?”

carlos stares blankly at reggie for a second, before blinking himself out of the daze and follows reggie’s gaze to his hands.

“oh! oh yeah i wanted to uh, i wanted to show you something.”

at reggie’s nod, carlos slowly makes his way over to reggie and settles down next to him.

“this is osito. mom got it for me before i was born and he’s been with me ever since.” carlos fiddles with the old bear’s arms, the soft worn material bringing its own sense of comfort.

“and hey! the little dude has the same flannel as me! we match!” reggie’s grin comes a little more naturally this time, but it still doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“yeah, mom stitched it up for me when i was sick one year. apparently i was crying worried he might get sick without a jacket on and well…mom was always good with this kind of stuff.” carlos stops for a second, taking a deep breath when he starts feeling little chocked up.

not cool dude! you’re here to make reggie feel better, not worse!

shaking his head to clear his mind, carlos looks up at reggie, and is startled to find him looking at him with a small genuine smile on his face.

“i, um,” clearing his throat, carlos looks away and stares at the coffee table in front of them. “osito helped me get through some stuff, and….his soft jacket always helped me calm down i just. i just wanted to uh. to let you know that uh. that…you’re welcome to use it whenever you…might need it.” when he hears reggie sighing next to him, carlos rushes to add- “not that you know! not that i think you’d want a kid’s toy or i just-”

“carlos,” reggie gently places a hand on his shoulder, successfully cutting off his panicked rambling. “i think if he helped you out, he must be a very special guy.” reggie leans down and bumps his shoulder against his. “thank you, little dude. really.”

his small smile grows a little brighter, and carlos feels like he can breathe a little easier.

he nods once, clearing his throat again before answering.

“yeah, of course. it’s what the- it’s what the man of the house does you know just…normal stuff….” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore, and he can’t seem to stop, but reggie is looking at him with a lighter look in his eyes and carlos feels like maybe he’s succeeded in helping another sibling feel just a little bit better.

and that’s all that matters.

[angeltism]

on the floor writhing in pain

[vooruitmariek]

love like yours will surely come my way

[blossyossyossy]

what

what do you mean

what do you MEAN the r slur was used in at LEAST the first dork diaries.