#ayyyyeeee

[blaque-honeyy]

[firstsourthensweet]

yarg mateys in honor of this here day I give you my pirate (riptide) oc. I don't have a name for the lass but she's the greatest pirate in all seven sea (askmeaboutheraskmeaboutherplease)

[cinamun]

No one:

Black families on Thanksgiving when “Before I let go” comes on:

This was the SimTok they were working on LOL!  Also why did I spend an hour trying to find a sims 4 cha cha slide animation? 

[la-lil-alien]

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

Love.

There is something so interesting about sitting beside Dream as he played the newest fnaf game. Security breech.

He’d known Dream didn’t really like horror. Dream had told him before. So George didn’t know what was endearing to him watching Dream play this game, scared out of his wits.

Realistically George knew the only game Dream really could play was Minecraft. And it made sense. It was the one game Dream could really continuously focus on, a passion of his. Of theirs, although arguably it was a much stronger passion of Dream’s.

George was content to just kinda sit there watching Dream play, giving instructions occasionally. It was natural to him, he didn’t know why. But it was.

Dream was objectively one of the easiest people to jump scare or put on edge with any type of horror that George had met beyond maybe secondary. But that was part of what he found so endearing.

When Dream did get scared, and it was often. His eyes would either be wide open or be screwed shut. No in between. His voice was shaky and would turn to look at George.

Sometimes he just looked at George for reassurance. Others he would grab at George for that reassurance, a grounding feeling. Usually his shoulder or wrist. Holding on for dear life.

But the most endearing was where they were already scrunched together on the albeit wider than necessarily standard office chair Dream would turn eyes shut and bury his face into George’s shoulder as he complained about whatever current issue he was having with the game and how it “terrified” him.

George would gently comfort him and take over the game himself for a little bit and Dream would remove himself still leaning on George a bit and take over the mouse and keyboard again.

It was sweet to George. That Dream would instantly seek out his comfort. Or maybe that was just because he was the closest. Or maybe it was something else. Either way, it was sweet. Sweet to see Dream be something other than assured in his actions. Just as a person. As George’s friend, not co-worker.

Friend… that didn’t seem like the right word. But George didn’t have a better one to use. So friend would be correct, but it felt wrong. Like a puzzle piece that looks right for the missing spot in the puzzle but still doesn’t fit. It’s close, but not quite right to fit in without some shoving and struggle. So you know there’s a better one in that pile, yet it’s so close so you keep it close as a placeholder until you find the right piece and the right place for the other piece.

That was the way George saw it as Dream shuddered again leaning heavily on his body. Searching for comfort. George took his hand winding it around Dream’s taking it off the keyboard unnecessary for this part. Giving him a bit of comfort in this place both of them seemed to deem home.

[glitteryclitorous]

Wats upp!! I’m back! with seasonal depression💅🏼✨

[claudefreaktus]

*casually creates jjba au that involves Giorno having a fatass cat based off one that I had (that happened to be named Giorno)*

Also, Giorno's short is supposed to say "Boys Will Be Bugs"

[sasukes-grass-fed-dick]

(InoSakuSaiLee anon) I was the one who sent you the video game controller emoji, and the hamsters were very cute!!

Oh! Hi sweets!!! Well I was right about the hamsters but you’re being so cute I’ll do another one