Thinking of Dream adoring seeing Sapnap really happy. Not that he’s not normally happy, but Sapnap is usually pretty stoic expression-wise so they don’t see it outwardly. There are moments like when George moved in and when he won Squidcraft where Sapnap is beaming and he loves to bask in it for the short time it lasts. For two years Sapnap wasn’t allowed to have anyone visit him in their home. Not his family, not his friends, not even Punz. Now Dream has face revealed and he’s invited as many friends as would come to their home, for himself yes, but for all of them as well. And he got to make Sapnap smile that smile and that means a lot.

seeing that smile definitely made up for the wait, i'm sure of it

it's permanently attached to me now (or i'm permanently attached to it now)

I'm too exhausted to play games and make gifs but I wanna play games and make gifs

i love toriel so much in both undertale and deltarune though she has her flaws and she isn't great at communication or taking care of herself she is trying SO hard and she does everything out of care for others. she left the throne to protect other humans that fell down she fought frisk because she was scared for them she came back to save frisk from asgore because she realized she couldn't let them kill him even after everything he'd done. her compassion and strong sense of right and wrong is CENTRAL to her character and if you genuinely believe she's as bad as or worse than asgore then uhhh. i mean i'm not gonna tell you not to interact but like keep that shit to yourself💙

“Professor Layton is never at Gressenheller doing his actual job” this, “he’s always en route to solve new mysteries” that. His adventures take place over a weekend max. cut the poor man some slack

I'm not just dent... I'm DENT-EST!

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Here WE GO AGAIN

{Insert extensive grumbling noises here about half of my YouTube recs being for The Rising Tide playthroughs while I've opted to do a replay of the full game in order to fully grasp the implications of the DLC on the narrative as a whole.}

Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darnell, Darn- *explosion*

A soulmate AU where you feel the physical pain your soulmate feels - part 2! Read part 1 here

Hank woke up the way she always did nowadays. Dizzy, nauseous, and with a splitting headache that could kill God. She popped four aspirin and drank less water than she should, opting instead for the stale coffee she could microwave in the kitchen.

It had been three months since the night she now referred to as “the incident” in the privacy of her own thoughts. Since that earth-shattering (and really, bone-shattering) moment, she’d felt nothing. Not a stubbed toe. Not a bumped elbow. Nothing to indicate that after fifty-three years, the phantom pain Hank felt that fateful night was evidence that she might have a soulmate after all. Nothing to indicate that there might be someone out there for Hank. That after decades of being alone, she might finally be understood, partnered with, loved.

In those three months, not much had changed. Hank continued to drink to the point of blackout, neglecting her body in favor of grieving what she’d lost, cursing the universe for having taken away the one person in her life that made her feel whole–even without a soulmate.

The only thing that seemed to have changed, in fact, was the appearance of that goofy-looking android last night at Jillian’s Bar. Com-, Con-something? Connie? That was it. Hank was mostly over the idea of having an android partner already, but she had to admit that Connie had done a pretty decent job of finding the deviant at the Ortiz house. And an even more decent job of extracting that confession last night.

Hank blinked away sleep as she stumbled into the bathroom to take a piss. As much as Hank hated androids, she hated them even more when they looked like they were designed precisely to satisfy Hank’s strongest desires. Between the perfect doe-eyes, the sweet face paired with the confident demeanor, and the ass that looked too damn good in that Cyberlife pencil skirt, Connie was like something straight out of Hank’s latest wet dream.

Still, the prospect of seeing Connie in that skirt today wasn’t quite enough to get Hank out of bed and on her way out the door any faster than usual. Well, maybe a little. Most days she didn’t arrive at the station until at least after noon. Today, she was on track to arrive just after ten.

Just as Hank was parking her precious Oldsmobile, her head throbbing and her eyes pulsing behind her lids, Hank felt a strong pain like a punch to the gut. Hank doubled over the steering wheel, letting out a breath with a wheeze. God it had been such a long time since she’d earned a good punch to the torso. In her younger years, she’d tumbled into more than a few rowdy bar fights, but it had been at least a decade since she’d taken a hit like the one that seemed to plague her now. Was this–? Again?

After three months, Hank had almost given up on the crazy notion that she might have a soulmate. Whatever happened back in August must have been either one crazy figment of her imagination, or had outright killed the soulmate she never knew she had.

But with one punch to the gut, Hank wasn’t so sure she was entirely meant to be alone after all. Still, did Hank’s soulmate truly insist on getting into such scenarios? What Hank wouldn’t give for a phantom paper-cut.

the gun sfx from the y3 scene where daigo gets shot can be something so personal <- its the same sfx they use for shadow the hedgehog's menuing

if anyone would like to experience the burden of knowledge. after a fisher of men dutch is scripted to stand here at the edge of camp watching over the spot where arthur and jack were found by milton and ross and does not fucking move from there... he also gives upset responses the entire time 🫠