#idk why it's so funny but it is 😂

[lizardlover-skylarglamrock]

Okay okay okay, so I drew over the original Roxy neon sign for something right? It looks fine, great, not perfect lines but still!

...And then I turn the background to black.

And I'm dead 🤣

[abirddogmoment]

Doing unhinged nosework (hide and seek with an old stinky boot, letting her maul the boot when she finds it) because it's a game she adores and she's trying to scent roll my boot 😭

stinkiest dog in the entire world 😭

[natsarrownecklacx]

Unplanned Trip

Y/n: “I think we should go to Canada.”

Natasha: *No questions asked, whipping out her phone.* “I’ll book the flights.”

Y/n: *Laughing.* “I haven’t even said why I wanna go yet.”

Natasha: “Don’t care. Who do we wanna fly with?”

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

I was thinking to myself recently how wild it would be if this fandom was big enough to do a kinktober. Alas...

[godsfavoritedumpster]

[good-beanswrites]

If ur still doing reqs id love older brother and little siblimg 0003!! I love es and fuuta sm, you can choose what they do but id rather it be post/no milgram!! Tysm

Ahh this was such a sweet request, thank you ✨ I had a lot of fun with it! I kept the details loose -- I don't know how t3 actually shakes out -- but Es still doesn't know much about themselves, so they end up moving in with the Kajiyamas. Enough time has passed for things to become fairly normal between the two.

“What are you doing? It’s giving me the fucking creeps.”

Fuuta made a disgusted face, but Es didn’t seem to notice. They just kept standing in the middle of the kitchen. It was 3am. They were barefoot, wearing one of Fuuta’s old pairs of pajamas. They stared at the countertop intently. They hadn’t even turned on the lights. Fuuta waved his phone flashlight around, trying to see what they were up to. It didn’t look like anything had been touched.

He took a step closer. His nerves were already on edge, coming into the kitchen to steal a late night snack and finding them standing ominously in the darkness. The little bit of light from his phone reflected in their icy gray eyes. 

“Oi, Es…?”

Sleepwalking. That had to be it. Fuuta rolled his eyes, breathing a small sigh at the realization. The sound was somewhere between relief and annoyance. Es was an odd kid as it was. It had been strange getting used to them living in his house, and now he had to deal with freaky stuff like this…

Fuuta approached as quietly as possible, putting his phone down. He reached out his hand. He planned on guiding them back to bed in silence, but he must have been too harsh with his grip. 

Es gasped, the dull look in their eyes turning to shock.

Fuuta immediately leapt backwards, his startled curse turning to frantic apology.

“Y-you were sleepwalking, I was trying not to wake you up but…” he trailed off, seeing Es scan the kitchen and get their bearings. 

“It’s alright. I’m used to waking up in strange places, I suppose.”

Fuuta grimaced. ‘Odd kid’ was an understatement. 

They didn’t seem to notice. Their expression had darkened. “I… I was dreaming. I was back there, and,” their voice shook with sudden emotion. “And we were all…” their breath caught.

“Hey, don’t go and start cryin’ on me.” They didn’t sound like they were going to cry exactly, but he couldn’t be too careful. He wouldn’t know what to do. “You’re not some baby. All of that is over now.” 

Fuuta had meant it as encouragement; he knew how strong Es was. As strange as they may be, they were the toughest person Fuuta had ever met. Realizing that his words may have come out a bit harsh, he tried to speak softer. “Really, it’s all over. You can relax here.”

Es nodded, but stayed silent. The two stood in the dim glow of the flashlight.

Fuuta coughed. “Now, did you want something, or…?” He gestured to the fridge, then made his way around them. He dug around inside for a snack. 

“N-no. Thank you. I’ll be heading back to bed, then. I’m sorry to have frightened you.”

“I wasn’t scared.” Fuuta said quickly. He took out something, sniffed it, and shrugged. “And anyway, it was way less terrifying than when Haruka did it.”

“Haruka sleepwalked?”

“Yeah, and when you wake a normal person up from it, they’re supposed to go into fight or flight. None of us were itching to deal with Haruka’s fight response, you know?” Fuuta took a big bite. He turned to find Es with a miserable look on their face. Through the food, he mumbled, “what?”

“I… I didn’t know that. About Haruka.”

“Okay?”

“There’s so much I didn’t know about all of you.”

“You also didn’t know jack shit about yourself, so we can call it even.” Fuuta took another bite, assuming the conversation was over.

Es wasn’t as satisfied. “I mean it,” they said, their voice still strained. “I thought I knew you, but I’ve learned so much here. There was so much I didn’t know about you. I never knew what your family was actually like, or how well-kept your room is,” they gestured to him, “or that you hardly ever sleep normally.”

Fuuta couldn’t tell if it was a criticism or not. He clicked his tongue. “Well, I never knew that strawberry milk was your favorite, but you don’t see me getting misty-eyed about it.”

Es had opened their mouth to continue, but they blinked in surprise. “How did you know I liked it?”

“Because I like it, and you keep drinking everything in the house.” He rolled his eyes.“I bought twice as much last time I went out, and you still ended up stealing it all. There’s only one little carton left…”

Es’ face slowly softened. Then, a devilish smirk crossed their lips. “You know, I thought I heard that milk is good to drink before you go to sleep…”

“Eh? Oh, hell no! That’s mine.” He went back to the fridge, rummaging around to get it.

“Says who?”

“Says me. I’m older. And I liked it first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. And I should get it because I’m younger.”

“Now that doesn’t make sense!” Fuuta retrieved the milk. He turned the carton over in his hand. A thought crossed his mind – one he would never speak aloud to anyone, ever. He recalled his sister helping him when he was too small to reach the milk. She used to heat it up for him before bed.

He lazily tossed it across the kitchen. “Not like I care. Here, be grateful.” 

Es scrambled to catch it. Once again, their expression turned emotional. “Fuuta…”

“It’s not a big deal, sheesh!” He picked his phone up from the counter, biting down on the snack he’d grabbed. “Like I said, all that is over. You just gotta be normal now. I know that’s hard for a weirdo like you –”

“Hey!”

“– but just try, okay?” He shoved Es’ shoulder as he walked. “C’mon. Pops doesn’t care when I’m up, anymore. But he’ll give a goody-two-shoes like you a lecture if he hears.”

“I’m not a goody-two-shoes.”

“Psh, you’re the worst I’ve ever seen!”

“There’s nothing wrong with being disciplined.”

“Drink your damn milk.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

[onifanss]

Bro, don’t you like… Miss me?

[tio-trile]

I’m sorry, not to be super negative, but a “bridge” between s1 and 3? S2 was intentionally pointless filler? Like I get the three-act structure, but Jesus if you (Gaiman) can’t come up with a feasible way to tie what is supposedly the sequel plot to the existing canon, maybe he just isn’t that good of a writer!! (I’ve only read gomens and American gods, and American gods was………………… a slog. I never bothered with the show despite the phenomenal cast) Like season 2 was unfathomably bad, and I just can’t see Terry setting up a sequel that would require SIX EPISODES of filler to cover in order to get to the next part of the plot. S1 shouldn’t have happened but it did. S2 just straight shouldn’t exist and tbh I hope s3 is cancelled because I think it’d be really funny if NG was so up his ass with fan service that he fucks his chance to write a “sequel”

This. And I don't think we would be this angry had it all been "pointless filler" (imagine if we got 6 episodes worth of the S1 ep3 cold opening 😂 I probably would have been like "...okay? Cool I guess!" had it all been in-character, with no progression of the plot); I've talked about how it changed the characters irreparably in several past asks. I'm not gonna insult all of Neil Gaiman's writing because this because I've genuinely enjoyed some of his work, but like I said in a previous ask, a piece of media should be able to be good on its own without any context or explanation. And that's exactly it -- WHAT IF season 3 never gets written? Season 2 would just be left on its own, sucking til the end of time. Why make something bad that cannot stand by itself just because you hope a sequel gets made? Why not make something good from the get-go if you can?

[cherry-bomb-ships]

The temptation of Public Restroom Banana...

[embersekai]

(i maded diz a few weekz ago cuz he reminds me of Shrek 4 sum reason but hokey smokes i couldn’t stop laughing! someone please halp meh out.)

Springtrap © Scott Cawthon, FNAF

[empresskadia]

Finding out someone blocked you is kind of wild since I've never talked to this person in my life, I guess the simp was too much 😂😂

[wingsofhcpe]

just watched shogun episode 7 with my mum and I feel so bad that I burst out laughing at the ending where Toranaga's son tries to kill the baddie but slips falls cracks his head and dies like... MY GUY YOU HAD ONE JOB-

[shinebrightruby]

A Summary of OUABH...

[evansbby]

not me going through the steve rogers x reader tag and i find a post that’s like “pov you find a fic with amazing smut but it has daddy kink 👎” LMFAOOOO

i wonder if anyone’s read my fics and just immediately exited out as soon as they see the word “daddy” bc it’s in like EVERY SINGLE ONE of my fics 😂😂

[imstalkingurblog]

Savage Clem to the rescue 😎

[conkers-thecosy]

guess who is researching how to trim a quill pen for a very important fanfiction plot point??