#it is 5:40 am

[lavendermenacetime]

It's my first time rewatching The Unsleeping City since starting to go by Rowan and I have been awake for too many hours and I keep getting surprised by hearing Brennan Lee Mulligan say my name

[definitelynotabanana]

when the oneshot brainrot GETS ME

[fawfulydoo]

i survived job orientation 👍

[plushie-lovey]

Is somebody gonna match my freak? [Owns over 300 stuffed animals]

[juney-blues]

please you have to help me. it's 3:30pm and i'm already at post limit for the day. tell the people i will return to them. tell them to wait for meeeee (the door shuts and i am entombed forever)

using my last post to spread your message... before we're both locked away forever... one tumblr megaposter to another,,,, sent to posting jail for our posting crimes...

[noxious-fennec]

Trying out some new designs (aka playing dress up)

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[littlemut]

im into shibari and ropeplay because i wasn’t swaddled enough as a baby

[sprolden]

had to rent a bike last night bc my metro was late and i missed my train which means i missed the last bus home and now i have to bring it back to the station the tiniest bit hungover and very exhausted ughghghghhhhh😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[howtotrainabraincell]

HAPPY FRYE DAY!!!

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART!!! ALAS IT CANNOT BECAUSE THE FRYE TWINS HAVETH ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THESE GIFS?! SACRILEGE!

Seriously though they have NO RIGHT being so cute when they were younger and then aging like FINE WINE. AHHHHHHHH!!!

I love them both irrefutably! And they're great at either age (fight me you'll LOSE)

Also notice how Evie at 40 no longer has her hair braided? I personally head cannon that after she got married and moved to India, she stopped braiding her hair because Jacob used to for it for her... If her twin baby brother couldn't do it she didn't want it done.

.......I'm gonna go cry in a corner now.

[callmevoidpollux-comms-open]

Nature Wives <3

[autistic-katara]

icl i would be at least a little happy with almost any ending for stranger things but one thing that would ruin all of it would be an epilogue (of a decade or more later)

[skrunksthatwunk]

devil marbly carbly ft me trying to figure out how to draw all of them in real time

(the dubstep weed jacking off shirt is from a meme i would source if i uh. remembered it sorry </3)

[baeshijima]

IM FREE FROM ASSIGNMENTS FOR THE REST OF 2024

[populousgraph]

OKAY

I COULD NOT WAIT TO POST THIS SO HERE WE GO.

This is NOT my character! It is @kursed-curtain 's character! His name is Pike, I'm pretty sure.

Anyway, these are just messy sketches I did just to get a feel for his character. I wanted to make sure he looked right for...

THIS

Curtain mentioned that these two would get along and I can see it. (I studied this guy like a test...)

I feel like these two would chat once in a while and hang out occasionally. (I'm not 100% sure what he does... BUT THAT'S OKAY!)

I don't know if this would happen, but I can see them getting into trouble that may or may not be Devin's fault....

ANYWAY, I REALLY LIKE THIS GUY! I don't know why but I think he's really silly and I would give him my money. (He'd put me in debt, lol)

(Lmk if you want me to take this post down, Curtain. I don't really know your boundaries for fanart. I'm so sorry if I messed up 😅)

[denkilightning]

haha if viktor stayed with singed or just in zaun hed probably have his leg replaced or actually would have a surgery before it got to the point we see in s1 act 2 and 3. because if that one post speculating viktors diagnosis and that it was almost fully operable till a certain point. one thing piltover could never beat zaun is accessibility to prosthetics and while access to doctors is almost impossible viktor had singed - probably the best one in all of zaun. viktor didnt even have a brace until he was like 30. if he stayed, corrupted his morality for singed, he wouldnt be healthy per se but im convinced hed get better help than just polite lack of acknowledgement from everyone around him at best. of course vik didnt stay. that would go against every part that made him him. but if he did, against all odds, hed get better help than he had all his life. his desperation to survive would not grow to the extent it had in s1 act 3. just... viktor in zaun, ykno? i think about him a lot.