#but it won’t be the same

[mrobot]

animal crossing pocket camp is ending online service soon and my animals wrote me this letter to say goodbye. crying

[jinchuls]

the stores ultimate favourite customer came in today and made us legit cry with the news his guide dog was retiring and he has to rehome her

[sunshineater]

Yesterday was my last shift at the library before I start my new job next week. Let’s just say I am HAVING FEELINGS.

I knew it was going to be hard and sad and then multiple of my coworkers got me going away gifts and a patron brought me flowers and I got so many hugs and I’m just. So sad. I have loved this job in a way I never realized I could love a job.

Also, almost all my friends work there so now I have to do the work of maintaining friendships rather than just seeing them when I go work. And that is hard for me.

I just always want to work at the library and I’m so mad that money is a thing and I have to make more of it so I can stay at the job I love. I’m going to miss it so much.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Pomni and Gummigoo reunite in TADC!

[twentysidednerd]

welp, i have finally broken my four year lucky streak, everybody

i finally got covid 🙃

(well okay i MIGHT have had it a couple years ago because i had what kept coming up as a killer sinus infection but this is my first official recorded instance of having it)

[mythmerth]

not enough people talk about how personal it is that Merlin and arthur are nearly the same height. thus far I have pretty much only been intimate with people who are within centimeters of my height and god it’s something. we can make eye contact accidentally all the time. across the room, right next to each other, doesn’t matter, we always lock eyes. when we get close it’s anyone’s game. we could kiss. we could back away. we could press each other against a wall. we can feel each others words before we ever touch. every time Merlin is adjusting Arthur’s armor, shoving him around, fixing his clothes, he is right there in his space, eye level, and it’s anyone’s game. It just gets me every damn time like this is soooo personal to me

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[silentheiss]

Do you think if Bingge somehow gotten into Shen Qingqiu head via dreamscape(and dug deeper than Bingmei ever dared), he would see Shen Yuan in a room filled with his merch, where he was reading his story, defending him in comments and think: “he might love you most, but he loved me first.”?

[copepods]

the demons. they’re coming for me (fic ideas that i will never write but theyre soso good i promise)

[withdenim]

Local man desperately trying to stop the cycle before it gets to his kids (it’s already there)

[habken]

Idk if this has been asked before but what’s your favorite things to draw? Like do you love making OC’s and unique characters or do you like making fan art of awesome characters more? I’m just curious

I don’t think there’s anything really specific tbh

[sanshofox]

I miss the days where you just had to push the power button on a console and could play the game immediately.

I can’t with this shit: system update, controler update, shop update, internet failing on my console or being slower than usual, install game, update game, games having an absurd huge amount of GB so you can only install maybe 5 games until storage’s full, having to wait for a century until you‘re ready to actually enjoy the fucking game

[enidtendo64]

Old concept I had of Pacifica entering some sort of Lumberjack clan competition as a favor to Archibald and him possessing her in order to compete and win

[moonyswoony]

Lost and found

Pairing: Five hargreeves x reader

Summary: You an Five discover more than just plants and strawberries in the greenhouse

Warning(s): kissing, fluff, nothing really

“What the hell is this place?” Five muttered, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“Beats me,” you replied, stepping further inside. “But it’s not like we’ve stumbled upon a better place than this one so far.”

The two of you had been on the run for what felt like an eternity. Your attempt to figure out the subway had gone sideways—again—and now you were stuck in this strange, green timeline with no clear path back.

Five stayed close as you ventured deeper into the greenhouse, his sharp eyes scanning every inch. “This doesn’t make sense. None of this should be here.”

You brushed your fingers against a nearby vine, feeling the life pulsing through it. “Maybe this is just a small piece of the world that refused to die.”

Five huffed, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “That, or we’ve stumbled into some kind of twisted fairytale.”

“Great. Does that make you the grumpy old troll under the bridge?” you teased.

“If I’m the troll, that makes you the annoying adventurer who won’t stop asking questions,” he shot back, though his tone was more fond than bitter.

As you explored, you found yourself drawn to a patch of strawberries growing along the far wall. They were perfectly ripe, a vibrant red that stood out against the greens and browns around them. Without thinking, you plucked one and popped it into your mouth, savoring the sweetness.

Five watched with raised eyebrows. “You sure that’s safe?”

“If it’s not, at least I’ll go out with a decent meal,” you replied, plucking another and offering it to him.

He hesitated, then took it, biting into the fruit with a thoughtful expression. “Not bad.”

“High praise from you,” you quipped.

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both absorbed the strange beauty of this place. The tension that had been winding tighter and tighter over the past few days—or even years—slowly began to ease, the peacefulness of this place working its way into your entire being.

As you wandered deeper, you came across a patch of wildflowers bathed in golden sunlight. You knelt to touch them, their delicate petals soft under your fingers. “This feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“Or a trap,” Five countered, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

You looked up at him, catching an unguarded expression in his eyes,something softer, more vulnerable than you were used to seeing. “Five?”

He stepped closer, the sunlight casting a warm glow across his features. “You’ve always been fearless,” he chuckled,though his voice was quieter than usual.

You blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about? I’m not fearless, I’m—”

“You are,” he insisted. “And I should have told you sooner.”

“Five…”

“I’ve spent so much time trying to fix everything, trying to keep us all alive, that I forgot there are things I want, too,” he said, his gaze pined on you.

His words hit you like a punch to the gut as you realised what he was implying—not in a painful way, but in a way that left you breathless. You had always known there was something between you, a connection that went deeper than partnership or friendship, but his words still had that affect on you.

Without giving yourself time to overthink it, you reached up and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic, but slow and deliberate, a promise in every brush of your lips against his. Five responded in kind, one hand slipping around your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck, holding you close.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. You felt your knees weaken as a wave of heat washed over you, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if to support yourself. His hand slid down your back, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had both been holding back,years of unspoken feelings, of missed opportunities, all coming to the surface in this one, perfect moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.

��I love you,” he said, his voice rough but certain.

You smiled, your thumb brushing against his jaw. “I love you too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in silence, the reality of what you had just confessed settling over you like a warm blanket. The world around you didn’t feel as interesting anymore, not when he was in front of you.

Five glanced around at the greenery, his expression contemplative. “You know, we don’t have to leave right away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You want to stay?”

“Just for a little while,” he admitted, surprising you with the softness in his voice. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a moment of peace. We could use the rest and some proper food.”

You looked around at the lush greenery, the golden sunlight filtering through the broken skylight, and felt a sense of calm settle over you. “Yeah,” you agreed, smiling up at him. “Let’s stay.”

With that decision made, the tension that had been a constant companion began to melt away. You found a spot to sit, leaning against a wall covered in ivy, and Five joined you, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself relax. No missions, no timelines, no disasters—just the two of you, in a place that felt almost unreal.

Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if we’re staying here, we might as well make the most of it.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring every second. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[celaenaeiln]

Jason: *barging into the cave* What the hell are you doing?! The little brat said Dick’s been kidnapped, so why are you just sitting here?!

Tim: *taking a slow sip of coffee* he hasn’t been kidnapped.

Jason: What do you mean? Where is he then?

Tim: He’s hanging out with the Titans

Jason: *putting down his helmet and grabbing a cookie off Tim’s plate* Then why’d the toddler say he’s been kidnapped.

Tim: *glaring at him for stealing his precious cookie* He learned that if Dick couldn’t spend time with him he could just say that Dick’s been kidnapped so that the rest of us would crash the place to “rescue” him.

Jason: That’s…that’s actually pretty smart. I wonder where he learned that.

Tim: *side-eyeing a hunched and scowling Bruce over the rim of his coffee mug*

Jason: