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[goodolfashioncola55]

So much comfort in one GIF

[retrogamingblog2]

Classic Photographs with Pokemon made by AdamDoesArt

[super-pink-a-palouza]

THAT WHAT I THINKING

Close enough welcome back ds download play

[lazysoulwriter]

the sock incident - drew starkey.

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It was just a sock. At least, that’s what Drew thought when he tossed it into the trash bag with the rest of the laundry that didn’t survive the great dryer incident. A white sock, worn out and a little holey.

But to you?

It was the sock. Your favorite one. The one with the tiny embroidered alien eyes and the toe that peeked out like a secret. You wore it on lazy Sundays, during stressful deadlines, or whenever you needed comfort. It was practically emotional support.

And Drew had thrown it away.

You didn’t yell. You didn’t scream. You just… looked at the empty laundry basket, then at the pile of clean clothes, and then down at your bare feet with such quiet devastation that Drew immediately knew.

“Oh no,” he said.

You didn’t answer. Your lips quivered.

“Babe?” His voice cracked.

Still silence.

And then—oh no. Your eyes got glassy. That shiny, heartbreakingly quiet look like the beginning of a romcom where the main character has just been utterly betrayed by fate and the man she loves.

Drew panicked.

“Nonononono, wait—don’t cry, please don’t cry—baby, I swear I didn’t mean to! It was an accident, I thought it was like… sock trash, not sock-sock!” He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, like he could press the tears back in with his lips. “I’ll fix it. I promise. I’ll fix it.”

And then he was gone.

You were still curled up on the couch, blinking back tears and clutching your other sock (the one that survived), when he came back.

He was holding a tiny paper bag like it held the cure for heartbreak. He sat down in front of you on the floor, eyes wide and nervous.

“I know it’s not the sock,” he started, “but I got us these instead.”

You peeked inside.

Two white socks. Embroidered eyes. And little plush arms sewn on the sides. The socks were literally designed to hold hands.

You gasped.

“They can hug,” you whispered, almost reverently.

He smiled sheepishly. “I thought… maybe now we have a new emotional support sock. For both of us.”

You were already pulling them on.

And when your feet touched—sock hand in sock hand—you looked at him, your heart melting all over again.

“You’re so dumb,” you said, laughing through the leftover sniffles.

Drew just grinned and kissed your knee. “Just like you.”

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[obscurevideogames]

Taitsu-kun (Success - DS - 2007)

[acquired-stardust]

Pokemon Conquest Nintendo DS 2012

[xhoky]

Warning: trypophobia.

- Dream's body still able to regenerate itself though not as good as before. Some parts are not able to be regerated again.

- Ink was the one who shot through Dream's head when everything started. He wasn't as accurate as he should've be.

- Nightmare grabs, Dream pierces.

- The one and the most dangerous infected among others. Making big problems.

- Dream ate some of the JR guards before Ink dislocated his jaw with a shot.

- They are still rotting even though it's not as obvious with Dream due to his regeneration, Nightmare is affected a lot by it.

- Most infected rot completely before they can harm someone but some stand longer. It's not clear how long these two will stand.

- It's the last time they are together side by side.

- despite everything they subconsciously feel the urge to be close to each other. (Platonic way)

- Dream was locked in his own dynasty and managed to escape, it's hard to say where they are now.

Dream be like:

I had fun drawing these two, I'm gonna think more about Error's design.

[fduck0]

Day 22: i didnt do a daily wendy yesterday soo

[ngqueen]

Wait!! No actually I can't explain this nevermind

Dreamswap / Fetal Flaws belongs to @onebizarrekai

[toasted-swirls]

Don't Starve Together

[sofidragonheart]

I never shared my terrorbeak oc…omg. Anyway this is Aster

Old Aster art under the cut

here are his baby photos (as in me trying to draw a terrorbeak for the first time)

[retrogamingblog2]

[davidmondja]

Instant get!

Citroën DS Pallas sedan . - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[lazysoulwriter]

cough syrup. - drew starkey.

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You were not dying.

Despite what your dramatic text to Drew said—“bring soup, I’m seeing the light. tell my plants I love them”—you were not dying. You were, however, very sick. And, more importantly, very high on that super-strength purple cough syrup that the pharmacy guy definitely warned you about.

But that warning? You forgot it the second you took the second spoonful. Okay, third.

The room was spinning just a little, your brain was a cloud, and your limbs were made of jelly. Beautiful, floppy jelly. You were at peace. You were floating.

And then the door opened.

“Hey,” Drew’s voice called out, followed by the sound of a grocery bag thudding onto your kitchen counter. “You alive?”

You turned your head toward the doorway, blinking slowly like a cat. “Drew?” you whispered, as if unsure whether he was real. “You’re glowing. Are you God?”

He let out a laugh so loud it startled you. “Nah, babe. Just your local hot guy with soup.”

You tried to sit up on the couch, but it took you like seven minutes to manage it. “You’re… you’re so pretty,” you mumbled, clutching the blanket around your shoulders like a cape. “It’s really unfair. Can’t you be like… medium ugly for once? Just for the sick people?”

Drew came over with a water bottle in one hand and a plastic container of soup in the other. “You’re completely blitzed, aren’t you?”

You nodded solemnly. “I flew to Saturn and back. I spoke to a cloud. Her name is Patricia.”

He was already cracking up. Like fully doubled over, trying not to drop your soup. “Patricia the cloud??”

“She said I’m brave.” You blinked at him. “You smell like toast.”

“Okay, that’s a new one.” He set the soup on the coffee table, crouched in front of you, and pushed your hair back gently. “You're burning up a little. Did you take your temperature?”

You looked deeply into his eyes. “Drew. I’m a thermometer.”

He stifled a laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. “Baby, can I take a little of that cough syrup too?” he asked, a mischievous grin creeping in. “So we can meet in the clouds together?”

Your eyes flew wide. “NO!” you gasped, scandalized. “That’s so Rafe Cameron of you!”

He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, laughing so hard his whole body shook. “What the hell does that even mean?!”

You clutched the blanket dramatically around your chest. “That’s what he would do. Peer pressure. Chaos. Violence. You’re not him, Drew. You’re better. Be strong.”

He was wheezing now, tears in his eyes. “You’re comparing me to my own character while high on cold medicine. This is peak delulu.”

“Delulu is the solulu,” you mumbled, nodding sagely. “Patricia said that.”

“…Patricia the cloud?”

“She’s wise.”

He laughed so hard he had to sit down next to you, wiping his eyes. “Jesus Christ. I should be recording this.”

“Nooo,” you groaned, burying your face in his hoodie. “Don’t put me on the internet. They’ll say I’m on drugs.”

“You are on drugs. You took too much cough syrup!”

“It was an accident,” you pouted, your voice muffled by his chest. “It tasted like candy and sadness.”

Drew wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “Well, candy and sadness are kind of your brand.”

“That’s so rude,” you gasped, fake-offended. “I’m an influencer. I’m whimsical.”

“You’re loopy,” he corrected. “And you’re drooling on me.”

You blinked, then slowly wiped your mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. “My bad.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed your nose. “You’re lucky I love you, even when you’re a feral little cough syrup goblin.”

You sniffled, leaning into his shoulder like a koala. “Do you think Patricia would want to hang out sometime?”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “Only if you share your cough syrup.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide. “No way. That’s my gateway to the cloud realm.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” He grinned, then picked up the soup. “Wanna try eating something that’s not pharmaceutical-grade grape syrup?”

“I want... chicken noodle soup and your undivided attention.”

“You got it.” He fed you the first spoonful, like you were a princess and he was your soup knight. “How’s that?”

You chewed dramatically. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Tell Gordon Ramsay he can go home.”

“I’ll pass it along,” he said, trying not to laugh with soup in his hand. “Anything else, Your Highness?”

You smiled, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. “Just stay. Please?”

Drew tucked you in tighter, kissed your forehead, and pulled you into his arms like you were made of glass. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, baby. Cloud realm or not.”

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I was feeling like that actually..

[obscurevideogames]

Taitsu-kun (Success - DS - 2007)