#eternal fandom

[spirk-trek]

Galactic Discourse Fanzine (1977-1987)

Monopoly: Merle Decker, 1980 || At Ease: Nan Lewis, 1980 || Sledding: Toni Hardeman, 1983 || Pillow Fight: TACS, 1987 || Sand Castles: ERIC, 1987

[eggcromancer]

It's been a while~🌻

[wombywoo]

civvies

[drenched-in-sunlight]

some happiness could never be reclaimed

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

cute first date idea: you escape hell and bring me a lantern and i ask you questions about being a ghost and then you read to me as i slowly die of hypothermia and internal bleeding i sustained from getting hatecrimed 💕

[dobodleaday]

07.24.24 Big Hater and the Littlest Hater

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[darkxsoulzyx]

EXPLODES INTOA BILLION PIECES

Here is my mass-revenge for everyone on Artfight up until a certain point (I’m so sorry if you didn’t make it in, this took me a few days to make 🙇💀💀💀)

IM GOING TO TRY AND TAG EVERYONE THATS IN IT, WISH ME LUCKKKKK

(Credits/tags under the cut)

TV/Dark: @darkxsoulzyx (ME)

Virux: @bunrux (and whom the attack is addressed too because wE’RE LINKED TOGETHER)

Indigo: @astral-olive

Ace/Luria: @gufaspins

Invalid: Breadmaster (artfight)

Nihility/Tizo: @cinnabynn

Puppet: @dustyisegg

Stitch: idiotofthecentury404 (DeviantArt)/cheese_idiot2 (Twitter)

Luna Phasma: @stefdarkblood

Tasia: pinnipuff (artfight)

Ace/Soi: yekorav (Instagram)

Ali Surna: @alisurna

Hollow/Fatality: @inkywellcrow

Beast Sans: FernTail06 (instagram)

Candyland DCA/Sandman: @garbagechocolate

RELLIK: @s0l-st-ice

Alex: @boredlydoodling

Livvy: flowerry_._ (tiktok)

Floral/Unknown: Holy_Mol_y (Twitter)

Crash: @russianfig

Vitrum: @mossdoesartshit

AbsentCat/Mystery Apocalypse: Absentcat (tiktok and YouTube)

Rootsy: @awoscorner

Eli Jin/Fry08: @sandeewithtwoe

Rosy Sans: @justabirds-art

Judas: @claie171art

Comedy/Tragedy: @woolysstuff

Faolan: @the-jadedknight

Kai: @blizzysnowolf

Scot: @usercookie2008

Thane/Nyx: Khaotic_Order (Twitter) Khaotic_order_ (instagram)

Moss: @swiftmitsu

Chiib/H.O.PE.: @chiib-foxx-artz

Glitter: @kandidandi

Motus: potato_mochi_679 (instagram)

Tempean: @zef01

Loanen Riverside: nox_starswimmer ( instagram)

Twister/Wraith: @marinavoyageuse

Aya: @domijeannes

Exp: Cut_It_Out (Artfight (and I’m assuming Amino?))

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Oh, and if any of you were curious about how much it was worth… >:)

[jade-bright]

The duality of Sterek, is to put it simply, very beautiful

Because we have Stiles finding Derek attractive when he's all soft wearing his thumbholed henley's. Add bed hair and the squinty eyes of a sourwolf that just woke up from an impromptu nap? Yeahhh, fuck his assignments, Stiles is staying in this bed for as long as Derek wants him to.

In turn we've got Derek who fucking gets heart eyes whenever Stiles wears any of his clothes. Stiles in just his shirt and boxers? In his leather jacket? Yeah, Derek's staying close with his arm around Stiles' waist so he can inhale their scents mixed together.

Then there's when they're fighting...

Cause on the one hand, there's Stiles always finding it hot when Derek goes all wolf like and feral when fighting other supernaturals or hunters, but Derek also finds it hot and is at risk of falling to his knees or going over and picking up Stiles' when he's the one using his bare hands to beat up someone that had threatened Derek, the wolf is just very pleased.

On the otherrr hand, Derek always has to steal a kiss after a fight that involved Stiles' having to use a gun, because he just has to get a taste of his mate's victory smile. Oh god, and the first time Stiles witness Derek using a gun??? Stiles demanded they have another honeymoon.

Anyway, soft vs. feral sterek and feral fighting vs gun fighting sterek. One always finds the other attractive no matter the situation.

[amariram]

In my mind, after his death, Merlin tried so hard to remember all Arthur’s little details.

The way he used to wrinkle his eyes when he smiled at him. The shape of his mouth. That perfectly imperfect curve of his nose. The Crown on his blonde hair. His callous hands.

But after years he realized that he couldn’t really remember any of it. Not his face. Not his voice. Not the way he used to make fun of him.

Five hundred years later he still misses him with all his heart but the truth is he doesn’t even remember Arthur anymore, not really.

He is in love with a memory.

And still, he will wait for him forever.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

one last look?

[aroaceleovaldez]

apparently pjotv twt was being weird about book!Percy's eyes being green because they don't think the ocean can be green (???) so consider this a sequel to my Grace siblings eye colors post and here is some visual references of green water for all your Percy inspo needs:

And for reference, the water around New York-ish where Percy is usually is somewhere around this color:

or some alternatives:

or here is a nice hazel green if you want his eyes more on the brown side, which is very common in freshwater ponds and streams:

or if you want him to have totally brown eyes - water rich in tannins will appear brown, greenish-brown, or very dark brown - this is sometimes called "blackwater" due to often appearing very dark or having low visibility:

[drenched-in-sunlight]

wtf DLC Eng translation... In the original JP version, Messmer's armor states that he made himself a symbol of fear "for the sake of his mother's wish" (same wording as "Marika made these flask for Messmer's sake").

It's a 100% no ambiguity confirmation that he did that on his own free will.

母の願い、粛清の聖戦のために -> for the sake of his mother's wish and (for the sake of) the purging crusade Messmer made himself a symbol of fear. 嘆きも、呪詛も、ただ私だけを責めればよい -> you can blame your lamentations and curses on me alone.

it's a direct reference to Marika's wish stated in Golden Braid description: 彼女が何を祈り、願い、告解したのか知る者は誰もいない (which makes sense with my theory she wishes for vengeance for what had been done to her people).

remember Genichiro? his "for Ashina's sake i will endure any burden i will shred humanity itself" ? it's the exact sentence structure (no tame ni)

why the Eng ver keeps translating these things in a long ass timey whimey way and in this case throwing in some crazy ambiguity about whether he was willing or not... and now we have a bunch of ppl screaming she made him do it among English version player base...

[escespace]

Leon: Ok. What's going on?

Merlin: What do you mean?

Leon: What's the matter? What's wrong with you?

Merlin: Listen, I know myself so you have to be a little more specific if you want a short answer.

[chknbzkt]

Done by request on Twitter, Moony bein eepy cozy <3

[volleypearlfan]

I'm noticing that [adult swim] is getting more female-oriented nowadays. yolo, birdgirl, them rescuing tuca and bertie, unicorn warriors eternal having a female lead and romantic subplot, my adventures with superman pretty much being a shojo, sailor moon airing on the toonami rewind block, invincible fight girl, women wearing shoulder pads.

considering that Mike Lazzo infamously said that women aren't funny and refused to hire them, I see this an absolute win. he must be sooooo angry right now lol