#it's so kewl

[petzdogz2speedrun]

new years pic :33333 + bonus alt version

[peacheenie]

HALF LIFE 2 IS FREE RIGHT NOW ON STEAM !!!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL !! EVERYONE GO GRAB IT NOW !!

[armedteens]

draw alex and eric again. a gift for me

throws this at u at full force

[kayarona]

block tales block tales!!!

this actually took so long to draw my lord man 😭😭 + 190 LAYERS!!

[starshinesim]

feeling blue ʚɞ

[tibbycaps]

Cub: my nylium shops are going to be two sides fighting each other

me: omg just like romeo and juliet

Cub:

me: 🤯

[veronicasawyerslawyer]

throwback when Veronica didn’t even pay for the corn nuts in the musical 🙏😭.

[tealares-art]

bunch of doodles from today ^v^ first pic is from yesterday..!!

[coulsart]

About the Unknown

I have a theory. A game theory. And we're going to ignore the fact that delving into this would put me on the Unknown's shit list IMMEDIATELY. It���s fine.

Disclaimer: I do not know what’s canon, and they kept it intentionally vague. Everyone’s valid to have their head canons and this is just the explanation my brain conjured up.

"The Unknown was believed to be a mysterious evil so heinous that investigating it almost immediately invited death. At least that was how the story went. And there were many stories. One story was of a woman in Greenville who disappeared without a trace on stage in front of a room full of witnesses. Her friend disappeared weeks later while trying to investigate what happened. The police were stumped. They had no clues or leads, and that mystery created the perfect storm for amplifying and spreading an urban legend." An excerpt from the very beginning of the official lore page

I want to focus on a few key words here. It was believed to be heinously evil. There were stories about disappearances. Said mysterious stories spread and amplified the urban legend.

The Unknown gains power from people's beliefs and thoughts about it. Not too unlike Pennywise from 'IT'. But there's a catch.

People theorize that it might be an alien, a curse, a cult-created abomination, or just a really elusive serial killer... but it is all of those things. Because people believe that it is.

It doesn't have control over what it is. It's a horrible hodge-podge monstrosity of many things, seemingly mashed and twisted together violently. It likely started as something completely different, or nothing at all. Maybe a vague presence that only observed. But people could feel the presence. And while neither good nor evil, the peoples' minds conjured up visions, explanations of what it might be. Some imagined it to be a man lurking in the shadows. Watching and stalking them. And so the Unknown's body began to form. First as a man. Even still, with this new body, it was inherently off. Uncanny from the start. The Unknown was at its core so far removed from humanity that it still could not pass as one of us. So it would linger in the forest, only venturing to the threshold between town and woods.

Maybe an unfortunate camper happened upon it at night. This shadow in the dark, distinctly the shape of a man. But what does one think first, encountering a strange man in the dead of night? All alone and isolated in the deep woods?

"He's going to kill me with a knife, or an ax!"

And so it did. Because they believed it would.

It only snowballed from there, after the body was found, only a few paces away from their untouched tent. There was no evidence left. No DNA, no footprints to follow. Just a bloodied body, with a skull cloven almost completely in twain; by what was suspected to be an ax. So the theories began.

No one could explain the lack of evidence left behind. It was too perfect, too efficient. And what were the chances of a normal man doing such damage in only a single swing?

More murders followed. At first, people started disappearing, their bodies later being found in the woods, not far from the first victim. They grew increasingly more mangled, to the point that authorities began to question whether it was done by a man, or an animal.

The people became afraid. Paranoid that this insane ax murderer would tire of the woods and enter their homes at night, while they were resting peacefully in bed. The fears were beginning to surpass that of just a serial killer. The Unknown was beginning to become more of a boogeyman figure to them. No human man could have committed such gruesome killings.

People began to disappear from their homes at night. Then the streets. Then the cafe and theater. Then... sometimes in broad daylight. Its territory only grew. Its abilities more and more vast and unpredictable. The theories only escalated... and throughout its rampage, the Unknown grew increasingly monstrous. Its humanoid body twisted and contorted to fit the peoples' beliefs. But nothing was erased - only added on. Which is why it existed in the horrific state that it did.

A body can only fit so much substance inside without tearing itself apart. Without becoming an deformed, unstable, and agonizing vessel to pilot and exist in.

Human beings did this to it. Human beings made what it was. They assumed the worst of it, and it became that.

So naturally, it became hateful and bitter. It loathes humans. They did this. It lives in constant agony and isolation because of them... only for the crime of observing and existing in their vicinity. That's why it killed the ones who dive deeper into its existence and theorize about what it is. They kept making it worse. Inflicting more pain upon it and twisting its body further and further.

It mirrors humans' own words to them. Snippets of conversation, pleas for help. It does not truly have its own voice. It only has what others have spoken about it, and around it.

But its feelings towards human beings are clear, based on its words. Especially in its memento mori. "The terror. The horror. Terribly frightening, isn't it." The way it parrots their words in this case almost seems vindictive and sarcastic. These are all things that human beings have said about it.

Thought outside of what it's been made into became increasingly difficult. Yet, somehow, the Unknown is vaguely aware of this fact: it could have been spared this horrific existence, had human beings chosen differently.

And for the Unknown, it only got worse when the Entity stole it away. It begged and pleaded for help - ironically, seeking it from that which it loathed most. A human being. It was torn from our world and plunged into the never ending loop that are Her trials. All for the sake of feeding Her appetite for suffering and torment. And it isn't only at the survivors' expense. It is at the expense of the Unknown as well. It suffers just as much as they... if not more. They at least have companions to rely on - with varying results, of course. It has nobody.

All hope for it healing is lost. The survivors have no reason not to think it a ruthless, horrific monster. And in turn, it has no reason not to hate and slaughter them.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[moonymelly]

TIS THE SEASON YALL!!!!!!!

TAKE MY FAVORITE BONY GUY OF MY LITTLE KID HOOD

[killedbyfrank]

Found these two things lost in Disneyland Paris lol

[marcygoo]

MORE MD STAMPS YAY HERE U GUYS GO ^_^ if any1 wants 2 to plz feel free to suggest gifs/screencaps & ill probz stamp em :3

[your-everyday-theatre-kid]

🌸🩷🎀~𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆 ℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋~🎀🩷🌸

🄱🄰🅂🄸🄲 🄸🄽🄵🄾:

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ʟʏʀɪᴄ

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: ᴛʜᴇʏ/ʜᴇ/ꜱʜᴇ

ᴀɢᴇ: ᴍɪɴᴏʀ

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ & ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ/ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ: ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ, ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜱᴇᴍᴀɴ-ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ, ʀᴏᴄᴋᴀʙʏᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛꜱ, ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏᴄʟᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴠꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ᴏᴜʀᴀɴ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴄʟᴜʙ, ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ, ᴀ ᴡʜɪꜱᴋᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴅᴀ ᴘᴏᴘ, ᴄᴏʀᴀʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ, ᴏᴜᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴᴋꜱ, ʙᴇᴇᴛʟᴇᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ [ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ & 1988 ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ] ꜱᴡᴇᴇɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ [ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ], ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴍᴀɴ, ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ, ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇʟᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ, ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ, ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇʀꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇᴛꜱ, ᴋᴀʟʟᴍᴇᴋʀɪꜱ, ꜱᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʙʏ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴘ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ: ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ (ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ x ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ) ʀᴀᴅɪᴏᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ (ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ x ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ), ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪꜱɴᴀᴋᴇ (ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴏᴍʙ x ᴘᴇɴᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ), ᴄʜᴀɢɢɪᴇ (ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ x ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ), ᴍᴄɴᴀᴍᴀᴡʏᴇʀ (ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ x ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴄɴᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ) ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ, ʟᴀᴍꜱ (ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴꜱ x ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ), ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇꜰꜰᴍᴀᴅꜱ (ᴊᴇꜰꜰᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴍᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ)

ᴛᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ: ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ�� ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʜʏᴘᴇʀꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ -> ᴇx. ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ, ꜰɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ

ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ɪ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ (ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ): ᴄᴀᴠᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ, ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴍxᴍᴛᴏᴏɴ, ᴀꜱʜɴɪᴋᴋᴏ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟ, ꜱᴜꜱʜɪ ꜱᴏᴜᴄʏ, ʙᴏʏᴡɪᴛʜᴜᴋᴇ, ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴇᴍɪɴᴇᴍ, ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛꜱ, 3ᴏʜ!3, ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ-ɪᴅᴏʟ, ꜱʜᴀᴡɴ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟʏɴ ᴍᴇɪ, ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʙᴜɴɴʏ, ʙᴇᴀʙᴀᴅᴏᴏʙᴇ, ᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏꜱ, ᴀʟᴇx ɢ, ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ, ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ᴍᴀʀꜱ, ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇᴛɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ, ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ ᴍᴏʀɪᴏɴᴅᴏ, ᴅ4ᴠᴅ, ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀʟᴇꜱᴀɴᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ…

🎀🩷🌸

🄵🅄🄽 🄵🄰🄲🅃🅂:

ᴍᴀɪɴ ʜʏᴘᴇʀꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: ᴄᴀᴠᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ! ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ! ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ! ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: ꜱᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴅɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ: ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙᴜɢꜱ

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ/ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ: ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ

ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ :3

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ -> ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ

☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ ɪ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴏɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴠᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆

ＵＳＥＲＢＯＸＥＳ　ＵＮＤＥＲ　ＣＵＴ！

[19kaulitz89]

So kewl XD <333

[the-daily-dreamer]

Ofc the fascist tradwives hate Daenerys and Rhaenyra. Y’all are so predictable

Get out of my inbox

[mitosreblogs]

im going 2 write for this maybe ?? but cat/lemon/reef shark! reader nd cthulu konig hhhh

shark! reader would honestly start off quite scared of konig tbh … they’re well aware of what cthulu hybrids and have seen their affects firsthand, the delirious, rabid glint in a victims eyes and the macabre foam that would bubble up past their lips. and not only was konig a hybrid of that species, but the operator of kortac, one who had seen hundred of battles and could snap a man’s neck as naturally as he blinked an eye.

however , being the only two marine hybrids in kortac means they’re both drawn to each other by nature, and furthermore shoved by missions that required time underwater that only you and konig could wrangle.

it’s a slow process. the flick of a tentacle or small swish of a fin that would signal direction or start ambushes had progressed into little inside jokes. konig sometimes acting in place of a remora, using his suckers to help clean off grime or stray corals off your tail. and maybe he isn’t as bad as the eldritch killer you’d made him out to be.

now there’s a heavy tentacle wrapped around your shoulder, and now your fin brushing against the plated guards on his shin feels even more like home than warm tides that held you as a child.

the relationship you eventually get into is a change for the both of you, so civilian compared to the violence and hardness that you were both raised in. learning to use tentacles to hold instead of strangle. sitting on the ocean floor and watching as fish dart around, your tail pulling him a little closer as he leans his head onto your shoulder. tentacles pulling you against konigs chest and strong arms around your waist when your nocturnal instincts go too far out of whack for his preference.

just two little guys finding whatever home they can in each other <33

(HOLY SHIT I POSTED THIS ON MY RB ACC MY MAIN IS @mitoad !!!)