#i apologise in advance

[frenchublog]

[nottoonedin]

Shitty ALNST memes because this is how I cope:

Ogs/Templates below:

[thatmoththoth]

I should draw a picture of gunpowder tim, but he’s holding a detonator and is in a circus with a mannequin running towards him with the text “woops wrong Tim.”

Edit: check reblogs for progress updates

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay so i finally finished it... allow me to present a comprehensive, chronological compilation of miles and alex singing *THAT* moment in standing next to me for the whole eycte tour 🌟

this video took me the better part of two months to make, and cost me a not insignificant part of my sanity (related: i may never want to hear this song again), so yeah... i hope you enjoy 😅

[rougethebadbinch]

the only thing i could think of while watching

[earthw0rm]

POV: some bitch ass twink won’t eat my chestnut tart

Aka, I’ve started playing Twisted Wonderland

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

I just finished bingeing tdp and I am OBSESSED. Also the rayllum brainrot is real you guys they weren't lying

[habgiergeist]

Just a submissive and breedable halfa waiting for his lover(s)

[polin-erospsyche]

I’ve finally seen THE CLIP and I’m not well

This and the “come with me” had me swooning but I was holding it together

But THIS?

With ZERO warning??? Like I’M SORRY? This has me dead in my grave

[doomedtokill]

Evan having a special interest in helicopters and infodumping in bed when Barty says he can do a helicopter impression and gets out of bed and starts flinging in dick around. Evan is mortified but they both collapse into giggles

[pineapplesneedrights]

This took me too long to do and it's so fucking stupid but blame 10am me- I didn't have my monster yet

[secretsstash]

🔞 Breaking in a new toy 🤤

[chimera-tail]

Dionysus: *sees Apollo sleeping like a log*

Dionysus: *starting a fire and tying him above it*

Hermes: *playing along* Dio, stop! This is a corpse of a God.

Dionysus: *deadpans* You are what you eat.

Apollo: *wakes up due to feeling hotter than usual* what the-

[murasaki-cha]

Most appropriate likes number for this post I made on twitter

[loveinhawkins]

keep thinking about Dustin being Gavroche coded so here’s the start of something 💔

Eddie is starting to suspect that Dustin’s trying to kill him. For one thing, he’s way too close to the edge of the trailer roof when they’re checking that the cables stretch far enough—“Uh, absolutely not, get back, dude,” Eddie says when he notices, to which Dustin says with a smartass grin, while kicking his feet over the edge, Jesus Christ, “Just soaking up the atmosphere.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but it’s difficult not to be affected by Dustin’s enthusiasm: it steadies his nerves, allows him to play the guitar with a combined speed and technique he’s never achieved before.

The ‘concert’ is fun, almost too much fun; as they scrabble off the roof, Eddie finds himself choking back near hysterical bouts of laughter. He only gives into it when they’re both inside the trailer, Dustin jumping up and down in his arms—most metal ever!—and Eddie figures what the hell, they’ve earned this victory.

Then they hear the bats on the roof.

Eddie does his best to smother the fear—heart in his throat when the bats break through the vents, almost screams himself hoarse telling Dustin to, “Get out of the way!”

And they’re running as the bats splinter the wood of his bedroom door, and Dustin’s right, it’s not gonna hold; Eddie watches as Dustin climbs up the bedsheet, lands safely onto the mattress, and there’s a thought growing in Eddie’s head, but in his hesitation, he looks up and—

He doesn’t know what it is, really. There’s nothing to see, just Dustin staring at him expectantly. But there’s some kind of intuition that spurs Eddie on—inexplicably he thinks of when he was a kid, when Wayne seemed to always know that he was sick before he did.

He climbs.

“You gonna give me room?” he says, aiming for light-hearted, because even as he hovers at the lip of the Gate, Dustin still hasn’t moved.

Dustin blinks. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, and the words sound distant—but so does everything, Eddie reasons, thanks to that strange distortion when communicating between the two dimensions.

He lets go of the makeshift rope. He lands on the mattress, Dustin having shuffled over to give him just enough space. Exhales.

“Holy shit,” Dustin breathes. He’s laughing like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Eddie smiles. “Yeah, holy shit.”

The screech of the bats sounds more muffled than what he’d expected. He dares himself to hope; it worked, it worked—

“This feels so weird,” Dustin says.

“Y-yeah.” Eddie nods. “Just, uh. Adrenaline. It’ll pass.”

“Yeah, that… that makes sense,” Dustin says slowly, and maybe if relief wasn’t coursing through Eddie’s veins, he’d hear the alarm bells ringing, because Dustin always has an answer, always likes to be right, but instead he’s sitting up, surveying the Gate, and no bats are coming through, so maybe…

“Holy shit,” Eddie echoes. “Dustin, I think it worked, whatever the others are doing, like those goddamn bats are, like, dying or…”

“Eddie?”

Eddie turns.

Sees spots of blood on the mattress.

Follows the trail to the back of Dustin’s hand. There’s something there, so small. Puncture marks.

A bite.

Dustin’s eyes are glassy, pupils dilated. Eddie watches in horror as his chest heaves erratically.

“I—” Dustin chokes, his hair already drenched with sweat. “I feel really weird.”

And he collapses.

[drearygenie]

mwah

blame @doctorwyvern for this existing