#for four days straight

[corovusin]

I played Four Swords Adventures and it is jank as Hell and I love it. I present my experience with it.

[running-tweezers]

I am so pissed off. The invasion of those nasty tree roaches in my house has begun. We had such a problem with them last fall and I am NOT doing this again.

I know hell is real bc that’s where they come from. The devil is responsible for giving them WINGS.

[starlooping]

or are you just another ghost?

[egophiliac]

how are u on gavv so far? because i need to scream about how insane it has been (and that zakuzakuchips and fuwamallow have won special places in my heart)

can't believe his mom got flavor-blasted to death. 😔 RIP.

[jestroer]

Cubfan looooooves being possessed, it's like enrichment to him! Ren tho, well, um.....

[kimyoohyeon]

handong through the eras for @7nsomnia ♡

[carnage-cathedral]

in my humble opinion as someone with multiple cluster b disorders including bpd, the aim shouldn't be to "cure" it at all, because trauma cannot be cured and this is not an attainable goal, which sets an unfair precedent for us ourselves as victims of the disorder. the aim should instead be to heal and rehabilitate to a point where you can cope with the behaviors you've developed that are connected to the trauma. healing will happen, but the desire to "cure" all "sick" people is not a helpful stance to have and is way more damaging than it is helpful. hurt people don't need to be "cured" so much as just understood and helped. "curing" us is very much a medicalized idea that bases a person's worth on their ability to function. you and your struggles will always be valid, whether you heal or not, whether you're "cured" or not <3

[cianfries-stuff]

just watched the episode where zachariah makes dean and sam forget about their lives and puts them in an office where dean wears ugly ass ties and suspenders and sam wears the hottest polo shirt ever created by humankind and he also can remember bits of their lives through his dreams so when he first approaches dean to ask him if they’ve ever met the first thing dean thinks is that sam is hitting on him….

do I even need to elaborate or is it ridiculous enough already

[waldau-archived]

husband — lee seokmin | 1,220 words | fluff

this one is dedicated to lee seokmin's smile :)

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

"no."

"what do you mean, no?" dokyeom asks, manspreading. the exasperated eyebrow raise you give him doesn't deter him in the least.

"no, i'm not sitting on your lap to watch a movie."

"there's not much place on this sofa, though," he says, spreading his arms along the back of the sofa to emphasize his point. he really can take up a lot of space if he wants to.

"the floor is all free real estate, as far as i can tell."

"there's no way i'm letting my sweetheart sit on the floor when i'm on the couch."

"this is how your sweetheart can do it," you say, simply sitting down cross-legged on the floor in front of him and fumbling with the remote to find some good movie. you barely have two seconds of peace before he scoops you up in his arms and pulls you onto himself, so you're exactly where you said you wouldn't be.

"dokyeom."

he gasps. "my whole name?"

"be thankful i didn't call you seok—"

"can't hear you," he says loudly, one hand coming up to your mouth to stop you from saying his real name. you shut up for a second.

"ew," he says a moment later, taking his hand away from your mouth like it's on fire. "you licked it!"

"be thankful i didn't bite it."

"i'm thankful for you! isn't that enough?" he whines, hand returning to its place around your stomach.

your retort dies on your lips. you're still not used to how open dokyeom is with his words.

"i guess," you say. the remote lies forgotten on the floor.

"so," he says, turning you to face him, "why don't you want to sit on me?"

"i paid for this sofa, silly. i should be able to sit on it if i want to."

"but you know you don't have to pay anything for me. i mean, unless you want to," he adds with a sleazy wink, and it makes you laugh.

"what about functionality?"

"what about it?"

"the sofa's soft. sitting on you is like sitting on a rock."

"all that workout and you call me a rock? at least i'm warm!"

"okay, but what about a headrest when i need one?"

dokyeom guides your head down to his chest. "how's this?"

"hm. your heart's beating a bit too fast."

"that's because you're so close to me."

you let out a fake groan. "why did i have to get stuck with the cheesiest husband in the world?"

the moment you actually hear your own words, even mortified doesn't begin to cover what you're feeling. dokyeom lowers you down to the sofa and sinks to the ground on his knees, looking at you like you've given him the best gift he could've ever asked for.

"stop looking at me like that," you say, but you're not trying to bury your face into the fabric of the sofa. part of you wants to know what he thinks about your words.

he has that shit-eating grin on his face, the one that's burned into your eyelids even when you close your eyes. it never fails to make you smile.

"i'm not looking at you like anything," he says, but one of his hands has snaked up to your face, tracing your cheek.

"you look like you're in love. it's embarrassing."

"you're the one that called me your husband. that's worse."

"is it?"

dokyeom looks at you with a softer smile before he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. you loop your hands around his neck, pulling him back in for more. you never do get enough of him, even on days you spend all twenty four hours by his side.

"i think," dokyeom says when he pulls back, having kissed you to the point where you've forgotten your name for a few moments, "being married to you would be the worst thing ever."

"yeah?" you ask, tugging him up to his feet and letting all his weight fall on you. it's not often that he lies on top of you, and you're reminded of how strong he really is.

"mm. you'd have to change your last name to match mine."

"what if i don't want to?"

"i could always take yours."

you smile. "oh? and how would the wedding be?"

"we could run away and get married, just the two of us."

"and what, have seungkwan curse us for the rest of his life?"

"our lives," he corrects, propping his chin up on your chest. "we could have a beach wedding, though. or a wedding at our dining table."

"who'd be your best man?"

dokyeom shudders. "not facing that headache till we actually get to it. your turn. what kind of a ring do you want?"

you pretend to think. "an adamantium one."

"funny," he deadpans. "i was thinking we could get married on the moon."

"you were thinking about marrying me?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

"isn't that what we've been talking about all this while?"

"what else would be terrible about being married to me?"

dokyeom is the one who pretends to think now, his chin digging into your collarbone. not that you mind. "i'd want to be around you all the time. i'd make you call me your husband every time we meet someone. i'd spend so much time trying to find houses we'd like. terrible, no?"

you press a kiss to his forehead. "horrifying. would you marry me if i asked you to, right now?"

he looks at you for a moment more before hiding his face in your neck. "i hid something in the knife drawer that says yes," he says, voice muffled.

"the knife drawer?" you ask. "of all the places you could possibly..." dokyeom really does have the annoying ability to steal your breath, both with his kisses and words; your words dry up when you realize what exactly 'something' means.

"i learned it from the boys," he says, looking at you again, all proud. "you never know where to expect the mafia to hide their money."

you're not listening to him. it's the way he says it so easily. you were just joking about it, not even intending to say it, but the fact that he's had it in there since who knows when...

"kyeom, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

dokyeom looks up at you with wide eyes. "are you saying that just because i have a ring for you?"

you snort, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "no, silly. i love you. i know i don't say it enough."

"you don't need to," he says, gentle. "i know you do."

both of you lie like that for a while, your hand gently scraping through his hair.

"so if i ask you to marry me right now..." you say again, because you just want to hear his voice.

"ten more minutes and that ring is yours. but it's not adamantium."

"what a shame."

you can feel his grin against your skin. "what did we even want to watch?"

you can't be bothered to remember. "i don't know, but i want to watch you."

dokyeom snorts. "stop trying to be cheesier than your own husband."

you don't think you're ever going to tire of hearing that.

[vertigo-tango]

sometimes you think about dora ingerlund/dolores dei for too long and this appears on your canvas

haven't figured out if I like that one but hey, purple guys

[the-pianist-from-accumula-town]

Behold!

✨✨✨✨✨ 🪲Beedle🪲 ✨✨✨✨✨

✨Character by @clownsuu✨

[every-eye-evermore]

I see a lot of creatives (including myself!) frustrated at themselves for not working on their craft enough. Please consider the only reference point you have for a productive day’s work is the one given to you by an incredibly abusive capitalist system and that’s not sustainable for your job, much less your hobbies outside of a job. Please!

[handwrittenhello]

drawing a moody assassin (click for quality)

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

Holy shit y'all my dad might've become a Byler truther tonight!! He always just pokes fun at me and makes jokes about Byler, thinking I'm just reading too much into it, but when the Mike and El fight came on during my re-watch today he was lost for words.

He thought I was exaggerating Mike's queerness and the lack of chemistry between Mike and El, but my dad was genuinely at a loss when El said "You never say it" and "you can't even write it, Mike" and then proceeded to read through all of the "From Mike" letters. My dad usually says "no he's not" about Mike being gay and "no they won't" about Byler, but he just gave me a look and said, "I guess everything will be revealed in season 5." AHHHHHHHHH

[dino--draws]

HEY BESTIES CHECK WHAT I FINISHED. NEW SCP ANIMATIC JUST DROPPED

Come look for “65% scenes from the article and 35% aggressive creative liberty because I can do whatever I want” but i put a startling amount of thought into this and I hope y’all enjoy

[rigorousdoor21]

@redvsbluesecretsanta gift for @chipper-daily!!

i love grimmons, i originally didn't plan to do something suggestive but then it happened. enjoy! close ups of some details. simmons + donut + doc auditioning for rent and it being simmons' first time in a theatre production is the funniest concept to come out of this for me. fearfully playing a very on-stage leading role and of course. a young grif about to leave for the military and kai. who is bleach blonde because before grif cut his hair he was ALSO bleach blonde.

i also have a playlist, curated specifically to be listened with shuffle off <3