#SCREAMING AND CHEERING AND CRYING AND

[talesfromthecrypts]

Hellraiser (1987) dir. Clive Barker

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) ↳ Sephiroth vs Cloud and Aerith

[peranna]

Cale looked toward the person who had yet to withdraw his sword.

‘…Team leader.’

He was there. It was not Sui Khan but the team leader.

He no longer looked like the young Sui Khan but the Lee Soo Hyuk that Cale first met. He looked to be around that age.

Cale avoided team leader Sui Khan, who was looking at him with his usual tired smile before looking at the last two people.

His gaze moved to Sui Khan. Maybe it was because he looked like Lee Soo Hyuk right now, but it was familiar yet awkward.

TCF Part 2 is.... so fun 🥲🫶

[demolitionloverrrv]

found this from my uncles old magazines. someone punch me i’m dreaming.

this particular magazine is from 2005 and it wasn’t all mcr. it contained other bands like the used, system of a down, and killswitch engage. there was more mcr photos from revenge era that i will share later (i’m rlly tired rn 😭)

[barely-getting-bi]

frantically violently rapidly switching between

AAAAGHGGHHGGHH INEFFABLE HUSBANDS

and

AAAGGHGHGHH INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hey, Star Trek Writers... -taps the glass-

[may-ihavesome-bubbletea]

POV you’re at a con and Neil Newbon, after getting a question about shipping, is polling the audience about who they ship with Astarion and you’re sitting beside the #1 Astarion x Lae’zel shipper, aka my friend Eli, having his mf moment

[silverskye13]

Started reading Paladin's Grace, and for some reason, the wires in my brain crossed so badly that I keep thinking Steven is Helsknight. What do you mean he stepped into the sunlight? We're in Hels!

This did produce the very charming image of Helsknight knitting socks, though.

Paladin's Grace! My propaganda for the SoS series is slowly spreading...

And that is an adorable image. Give the man some hand crafts to make! Honestly one of the series' endearing qualities to me is all the "big scary paladins" have a domestic task they enjoy. Stephen knits. Istvan is a joker and story teller. Gaelen uses a drop spindle and Shane loves reading epic poetry. It's a very nice humanizing quality for the characters!

Anyway all that to once again agree. Helsknight should knit.

[mettywiththenotes]

I CARE HIM

[foursaints]

saints tell us about your evan/james please 🙏🏼🙏🏼

i have a fondness for loveless/passionless pairings that nevertheless could function as a well-oiled Machine of a partnership... i think it's a dynamic built on Mutually Assured Competence™️.

in the rare instances that james & evan would ever work together on anything (their morals almost never align) i think their specific strengths would complement each other in such a way that they would essentially become Undefeatable. they're Type A & Type B sipping coffee next to each other.... nobody ever wants to play any party game against them ever

passionless, but there would be a genuine respect and persistent faith in the other, like what the trapeze artist feels Knowing their partner is going to catch them. <- they have this safety because there are no risky wild-crazy-stupid feelings of Love involved..

you have to see the evan/james "that's my work wife" corporate office sitcom vision. their personal lives could not be more different but they're always leading projects together and doing extremely well with the combined force of james's people skills & motivational optimism / evan's unforgiving spreadsheets & grim realism. james is always hanging over evan's cubicle because he now finds evan's Creepy Deadpan Autism Stare to be an endearing quirk, and evan humors him because he stopped being annoyed by james's cheerfulness once he realized how useful & exploitable it is.

and i think they would DEVOUR as partners in an x-files au

[viiscontis]

CHAT. i just finished reading all the worlds a (alien) stage by @realfakedokja and it genuinely altered my brain chemistry. PLEASE GO READ IT AND SEND 8970 KUDOS IT IS SO GOOD IT MADE ME KICK MY FEET AND GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY.

[fourswords]

The Prince of Darkness The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past

[mwebber]

@.sebastianvettel: Singapore GP (15th Race): 5th place – the Singapore challenge (Marina Bay Street Circuit, Singapore).

[pinknatural]

how come i lied is my favorite song

[guess-i-do-art]

LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY MIND LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

[nabaath-areng]

I don't know how to handle breaking down like this, I was free for a while from the bouts of complete and utter inability to move and react to my environment for between an hour to several hours at a time while my heart and pulse go absolutely haywire, I have barely any energy to keep up a conversation without feeling like I have to disconnect from my body entirely, I feel like all I do these days is despairing over the fact that I don't know what's wrong, that I'm not strong enough to fight for any sort of help and worrying that by the time someone cares enough to look it will be too late for me.

I know full well that I've had the means to recognize when something's wrong completely beaten out of me and it terrifies me to think that I won't be able to distinguish between daily shit vs actual danger. I don't recognize myself, I don't know how to feel normal, my physical breakdown is stealing everything I love from me and I'm starting to lose hope.

My throat hurts so fucking bad because the tears want to explode but they can't cause I've lost almost all ability to show both pain and negative emotion like crying. I'm trying to stay normal, to force myself to do the things I love, but I get so exhausted and I feel like a burden on everyone I know for being a mere shell of my former self. Even when I was broken down from psychosis people told me that I made them laugh. I used to be on the phone with my mom for up to 3 hours every time. Now I can't even read her messages without feeling horrible dread about being unable to mentally conjure up a response.

I'm starting to resent my home even though I love it because it's starting to turn into my prison. At least before I could leave the house and go out. Now I have to debate whether or not it's safe for me to shower half of the time. I fall from the stars more and more often nowadays. I keep passing out and injuring myself, both small dips and full out collapses. My hearing and vision both black out more often than before. My foot is deforming itself, and so is my knee it seems. My thumbs are broken beyond repair. Brain gets so foggy I can't do anything but stare into nothing.

I struggle with speech more and more, language is getting harder, and I struggle more and more in games including FFXIV because I lose all ability to move my hands and grasp what they should do or where they should be or move. I am struggling to keep my composure when upset more than usual or I get so apathetic that the thoughts I get scare me with how uncharacteristically negative they are. One day activity requires several days to recover from.

I keep trying to not talk about it cause I don't wanna burden anyone or make everything about myself to be this, but god it's turning out that way anyway and it's not like I'm even good at pretending that this isn't killing me on a fundamentally soul deep level.

I want to be okay so fucking bad and I want to be happy and I wanna draw and write and play games and talk to and hang out with friends and loved ones and take walks and grocery shop and cook and bake and so much more. I don't know how to not feel useless now that I'm losing the extremely few things I actually had potential with.

Maybe my worth as a person does not lie in my productivity but I guess I'm a bad disabled person then for finding it hard to be happy about losing everything I fought to stay alive for. I don't even know what I'm saying at this point I'm so tired and sad and

I don't know what to do about it and I don't know how to make things better even though I'm desperate to figure something out that doesn't require me to humiliate myself before healthcare providers that scold and berate me for being a stupid autistic hypochondriac tranny addicted to google and benefits. More and more it seems like the most likely outcome is a downwards spiral of this until there's nothing left and every part of me is beyond repair and salvation. A slow and painful demise outside my control. I don't know how to process the possibility that I might not get to live as long as I maybe should.