#oops im hyperfixating again

[panunk]

me every time i start a book at 8pm and then suddenly im finished and it’s 3am

[peggyrose19]

i did not go pay attention in my class about crimes against humanity. i scrolled tumblr for an hour and then wrote a rant. here you go

all this 'oh no sel is gonna succumb to his blood oh no he's becoming more demonic' blah blah i fully believe his love for bree and for nick, regardless of the oaths, is strong enough to keep him sane. he may be part demon but the human part of his heart? that loves them so fiercely and deeply and protectively? that allowed him to create a whole new kind of aether casting just to keep bree alive? that will keep him tethered.

he says he doesn't like nick romantically anymore. do i believe him? no i really don't but we'll get to that.

he says the person nick was, the person he was, when they were 13 is gone, and he's not wrong. they are all different people now. and i think he believes he doesn't like nick anymore, i would suspect because they've spent so much of the past few years being angry with each other. compounded with the night sel nearly kills bree in book one. in a lot of ways that shattered them, and they have never had a discussion about it, on screen at least but i suspect at all.

but then he says this "My feelings for him run deep, but not in that direction. Not anymore." "Do you still wish they did?" ... "I don't know if that's in the cards for me."

now i cut out part of this interaction for brevity's sake but, he never says no. he never says no. sel refuses to let himself wish for things because he feels as though that's the way he loses the game with himself, without realizing that a refusal to play is still a choice.

look at the way he touches nick in their dream blood walk thingy. the way he holds him. the way they hold each other. the forehead touch???? bree saying that ultimate feeling of safety she needed lies between the three of them?? look me in the eye and tell me that's purely platonic because i will not believe you.

but back to my previous point. sel refuses to let himself wish for things. look at how long he let bree and him dance around the whole "cariad" thing which. don't get me started. god i could write a fucking dissertation on this series.

sidenote: THE BOYS FLIRTING IN WELSH STFU GET OUT OF HERE I CANNOT

anyways. this is a boy who is terrified of his feelings. he is terrified to let bree into his heart, to let nick in. he cares for them both deeply, and sure yeah that's fine. he keeps them alive and fights for them because he wants them happy and alive, he is compelled to by the oath. but i'm not sure he ever allows himself to acknowledge just how much. i think he's realizing with bree throughout bloodmarked (see new aether casting to keep her alive). i think he's using the oath with nick and that connection to deny the fact his feelings are his own.

am i being delusional? highly likely. do i care? not one bit.

yeah so i wrote this all before finishing the book-

all i have to say now is where is book 3? also sel pls come back ily

"Only a monster could look at you and want to destroy you, Bree." selwyn kane you shut the fuck up right now.

smh you love her so much it's making you look stupid god damn

[destiny-in-the-universe]

oh no- wheeze

should i just make an mlp x rc9gn au and be done with it? seriously the amount of art suddenly showing up on my dash makes me remember how i used to ponify literally everything i got into-

so i might as well join the party!

[feldspar-s]

i've been watching adventure time lately :)

(i watched 8 seasons)

(in a week)

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Now I'm getting hyperfixated on Wings of Fire WHY DO ALL MY FANDOMS KEEP ROTATING!?

[evilweasel]

Yep, they are real. Just big ol' walls of wind sucking up everything in the vicinity- theyre wildly terrifying to experience.

oh my god how long has this been in my inbox i am so sorry I don't check it that frequently--

Tornadoes STILL feel like fantasy weather though lmao

[player380]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- disco pang pang

━━━ ↳ ❝ [ se-mi x f! reader ] ¡! ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PART TWO in which you try out the infamous disco pang pang ride with your friends in incheon, south korea, and end up having the ride moderator attempt to set you up with the stoic, pretty woman sitting next to you┊2.1k words

contains: potential ooc se-mi (we don't really know too much about her but my hyperfixation has deluded me to believe my own headcanons that were created by the bit we saw her in s2), fluff, some minor hints of sexual content, wlw, teaser x teased, & non-canonical nonsense, au!! the games never took place & se-mi is lowkey loaded (which i may write more about in another fic idea i have oops), i also am not very sure of any korean customs (im a white american) so please please please let me know if any of the manners of this are wrong so i can correct it, also this has not been proofread yet so enjoy any spelling or grammar errors <3

After much debate with your close girl friends, that you were on a trip into the big city with, they had practically dragged you to the long line of awaiting people to try out this silly ride. Each of their hands clasped tightly around your sweaty palms, forcing your feet to shuffle into your spot at the back of the line. It was a warm spring day, the sun beating down only to be combated by a pleasant breeze. So, of course, most would find themselves spending the day at the Wolmi Theme Park in South Korea. The three of you had already spent the majority of the day entertaining yourselves with other rides, though with yourself often choosing to opt out of riding many--given rollercoasters had a habit of making you queasy. Yet, after much convincing and deliberation, you had allowed them to take you on this ride. They had claimed that it wasn't that scary, and was oftentimes quite fun. But as you got into line and saw the ever-moving ride your stomach dropped and your face paled. Laughter and screams echoed around as the current set of riders were being bounced up and down whilst the ride spun everyone in round in differing speeds. As you watched this, you couldn't help but feel the corn dogs you just had thirty-minutes prior rising their way through your innards.

While you stood there, mouth agape, your friends had busied themselves with calling their boyfriends back home in the countryside. Snapping you out of your scared daze, was a smooth laugh from beside--even smoother words following in pursuit.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost," a woman laughed from beside you, your eyes narrowing as they traveled up the body beside you in line. Taking notice of her skinny ripped black jeans, the loose tank top that had a bit of the side tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. Her face was adorned in few piercings: just one silver ring on her lip, the other a silver ring on her left nostril (a gem-incrusted sun on where the ring met the visible skin). Her hair was short, some strands of her black hair covering the right side of her head slightly. Her narrow features complimented her stylistic choices. And by all means: the woman was completely, and utterly gorgeous.

After a few minutes of silence, your eyes only widening upon seeing the pretty woman, she spoke up again. "Are you alright? Surely you haven't actually seen a ghost," she replied, her thin brows furrowing slightly as she stared at you--her head cocked to the side just a hair. She was concerned for your wellbeing. How cute.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you blinked, snapping out of your haze and returning your gaze to the still-moving ride--swallowing hard. "I just don't like rides like this," you added and nodded awkwardly. "Not really my thing."

The woman beside you nodded, letting out a quiet hum as her gaze follows yours up to the ride. "It's not that bad," she commented, letting out a quiet laugh. "Just make sure to hold on tight."

"What?" You asked, misunderstanding her words and her eyes widening slightly.

The woman laughed harder, shaking her head. "The bars, hold on tight to the bars," she corrected, tilting her head. "Or your friends."

You suddenly felt the presence of your two friends who had gotten off facetime with their partners, and were now standing beside you once more--staring at the taller woman with slightly furrowed brows. The woman just nodded once, before turning back around and facing the front of the line. Leaving you to suffer the teasing looks and questions from your friends for the remainder of the wait in line.

Eventually, after growing slightly impatient from standing still for so long, it was finally your group's turn to file onto the circular ride. The eager group of riders all excitedly piled on, sounds of annoyed groans coming from the people who were cut off and had to wait another round.

Your friends rushed to a spot, sitting on the seats and giggling excitedly. Their hands reached behind themselves to grab the plastic and metal bars--wrapping their arms around the slick material in hopes to stay (mostly) still throughout the ride.

You sat there awkwardly, trying to mimic your friend's actions but you found yourself struggling to keep yourself comfortable. You didn't realize the woman who was in front of you in line was sitting beside you until you felt her hands gently guiding your arms to wrap around the bars--her hand resting there for a moment and looking over you.

"Comfy?" She asked you, raising a brow slightly.

Your face, now red, moved up to meet her gaze--nodding awkwardly. "Yeah, thanks," you said, voice quiet, and pressing a small smile up as another bout of gratitude. Her dark eyes traveled over you for a second, smiling and giving a nod back. She moved to sit beside you, leaving the width of a person and a half between you two.

Unfortunately for your humility, the ride moderator had noticed the small interaction and so once the ride started slowly spinning--your face all but heated when you heard the moderator's loud voice call out your descriptor over the speakers. Little did you know the running internet joke that if the moderator called you out, you were done for.

"Are you two together?" The male moderator's voice called out, "you, tweed skirt and the h/c hair. And you, short black hair and the leather jacket," he described. Your heart all but dropped. Before you could reply, the woman next to you beat you to it:

"No, we aren't," she yelled, her voice loud over the mechanics of the machine and the loud sounds from around the theme park.

"Do you want to be?" The moderator called out, a hint over amusement carrying over in his voice.

You shook your head, laughing awkwardly. "No, no it's okay. I came here with my friends," you replied, brows furrowing in embarrassment--trying to ignore the giggles from your friends beside you.

"Ah, no, no, let me fix that," the moderator said, laughing, and your heart dropped from his mischievous tone.

Suddenly, the ride was tilted all the way to the left side and began bouncing slightly. Lifting you up and down from your seat, your sweaty hands barely holding onto the plastic bars as gravity tried to pull you to where the woman beside you was sitting. She seemed to keep her body planted firmly--hardly moving. The ups and downs got harsher, and before you knew it, one of your arms slipped from the bar and you fell slightly down to your left. You felt another leg wrap around yours--realizing it was the woman's, who was trying to keep you steady so you didn't fall.

You grunted as you moved to steady yourself back onto the seat, pulling your leg from hers and attempting to grab back onto the bars. Before you could succeed, another unexpected bump made your other arm slip--letting out a yelp as you stumbled off the seat and about to start rolling on the metal floor of the ride. You didn't go very far before you found your body ensnared by both the woman's legs--holding your torso tightly as to make sure you didn't fall anymore.

As the bumps continued, you felt one of her hands grab your arm and pull you up--setting you on her lap. Your face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness at the entire situation--wishing you hadn't even let your friends convince you to get on this stupid ride to begin with. Her legs entangled with yours, an arm wrapping around your waist and pressing your back tight against her front. Her fingers found purchase on your hip, pressing into the part tightly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head so her mouth was right next to your ear, her voice quiet. God was her voice attractive.

You nodded, the consistent bumps making the two of you rise up from your seats occasionally--but your landings were cushioned by the woman's body beneath you. It was almost strangely nice. No. You shouldn't think like that. She was an entire stranger. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," you replied, turning your head slightly--though not realizing how close your faces would be. You quickly turned your head back around forward--your cheeks the color of a tomato.

As the ride continued on, the moderator still continued to pick on the two of you, moving you two around. Even with the woman's firm grip on your body, you had somehow ended up turned around--your legs straddling her hips. Her jacket had been moved to wrap around your waist so no one could see how your skirt rid up, allowing some form of modesty. There were some other instances of other people flailing around and landing on others, however you could hardly pay any mind to the others on this ride given your situation. This continued on throughout the ride's duration, before eventually the machine came to a stop--the moderator thanking everyone, though still finding a way to insert a tease about the two women's interactions throughout the ride.

You shakily got off of the woman--pulling your skirt down and untying the jacket around your waist, holding it back out to her. "Um, thanks for this. And for making sure I don't fall," you muttered, looking down at your feet. When she took the jacket, you quickly took off and found your friends at the exit of the ride--trying to ignore the burning throughout your body as their incessant teases fueled your embarrassment.

Before you could get far, a female voice called out and you turned around--your eyes widening as the woman before approached, slightly out of breath from the small jog. Your friends looked at each other with raised brows, both backing away to leave you two to yourselves.

"Oh-- um, hi," you said, brows furrowing slightly. "Did you need something?"

"How long are you in Incheon for? Or do you live here?" She asked, her chest still rising up and down with rapid breaths. She almost sounded hopeful, and a bubbly filling filled your stomach. As if someone had opened a cage of butterflies between your ribcages.

You blinked, looking away from her for a moment. "No, I don't live here. Just visiting with my friends... but I'm not sure. A couple more days, at least. We didn't really have an end date. Why?" You asked, licking your lips slightly--and you watched as her eyes flickered to your slightly damp, pink lips for a moment before she looked back up at your eyes.

"Let me take you sight-seeing around the city, yeah?" She asked, despite her cool demeanor, she almost seemed nervous. "You don't have to, but it'd--"

"Sure," you cut her off, flashing an almost-nervous smile of your own. "I'd like that, my friends and I aren't really super knowledgeable around anyway. I'm sure they'd like it too."

Her face flickered with some unknown expression and she shook her head. "No, not them. Just you... and I," she said, sucking in a long breath.

"Oh," you breathed, your brows raising. "Yeah, my answer is still the same. I would like that," you answered, emphasizing the 'I' in your sentence. The woman nodded, any nervousness or tension immediately lifted from her demeanor.

"Good," she said, grinning. "Let me get your number," she said--pulling out her phone from her back pocket, opening it, and shoving it in your direction with the screen showing an empty contact form to fill out. You nodded, and took the phone to begin typing in some things in each slot. "I'm Se-mi, by the way," she added, her eyes watching you intently--studying every and all aspect of your face.

Once you finished, you looked back up at Se-mi and handed her phone. "Well... just give me a message, Se-mi. I should be free, well, if I can ever escape those two for a moment," she laughed, tilting her head back to where her friends stood--watching the two of you interact with large grins.

Se-mi nodded, watching your form retreat as you handed her phone back and went back to your friends who immediately began pestering you for information on your new 'hot date', as they called it. She looked back down at her phone, studying your name on the contact--trying to burn it into her memory.

"Y/n...," she said slowly, nodding as she enjoyed the feel of it on her tongue. Knowing full well she was going to be saying that name for a long time. Or, well, at least she hoped.

Who knew your friends dragging you onto a silly ride could lead to any of this.

[ragdolls-and-such]

oops im wonderland hyperfixating again!!

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　just dance rentry graphics!

day 5 of @magnoliawriter's event ! " your current hyperfixation " f2u w/ credit, reblog appreciated

rambling under the cut! (i love just dance)

it was either the office or just dance and i didn't wanna make rentry graphics out of the office LMAO

i LOVEE just dance, these graphics are from my favourite maps; chaise lounge, judas, can't tame her and telephone! i always dance to them and i have megastar on all of them :)

i'm really happy with the chaise lounge graphics, idk if i'd ever use them but they're pretty to look at! i'm convinced that the chaise lounge map is made for me becuase they're wearing lavender and chaise lounge is one of my favourite songs- i was super surprised to see it on just dance

i also love older maps but they'd be harder to make into graphics, if you're curious my favourite older maps are; what makes you beautiful, disturbia, oishii oishii, oops i did it again and time warp (can you tell i love just dance 4)

im so happy i got just dance plus, it's really motivating me to exercise more since i never go outside

[puzzlefaggot]

it is once again sycamore sunday You know what that means

this time im compiling most of my desmond drawings that i made over the past week. which are a few because i started hyperfixating on him Oops

starting spoiler free i drew this a few days ago intending to wait until sunday to post it but i. forgot. so jts going here

bullying him again

what the hell you can only have one video per post. SAD

‼️‼️SPOILERS BEYOND HERE

I can't believe he is a professor sometimes. imagine if he was your professor. insane

leaked nwos post credit scene

this was made after like 7 hours of thinking about the bronev brothers but being unable to draw them. they mean a lot to me. can they please hug

and finally.... descole thumbs up painting . thank you all for joining me this sycamore sunday

[littlestarbigsky]

so this sign exists across the street from my home and it feels very targeted

i have written a whole au and i will not be stopped (it may or may not be under the cut ;)

this sign is positioned in such a place that it is physically impossible to not make eye contact with it and for *weeks* it has plagued my mind and i literally can not be quiet about it.

everyone say thank you to @youllneverseeonascreen for entertaining my whims bc we have been yapping away about this au all week

- paul and darry had.. whatever they had in high school. it was good, it was beautiful, and however it ended, they both knew that if the other came around again, they wouldn’t mess it up this time

- well, the day finally comes

- paul gets his bachelor’s in business, but doesn’t really know what he wants to do with it, so he starts doing what everyone else does and works for his father. gets married, is miserable, and wants to get divorced, like everyone else does.

- once ponyboy graduates, darry manages to work his way through a junior college program with what he’s been saving and keeps working full time

- they meet on accident one day while darry is working on paul’s sister’s place (im stealing penny from my other au- check the tags for more abt her) and god it’s SO awkward but penny tells them that they should catch up over dinner and they’re both too polite to say no

- they manage to actually speak at dinner, it’s pretty tense and they don’t really want to be there but they don’t kill each other and by the end of it they might have even had…fun?

- i haven’t decided how long it’ll take them to get back together BUT eventually they start hanging out one-on-one pretty often and they finally have *the talk* and decide that they want to try again

- but plot twist! paul has a six-year-old daughter with his ex (there’s gonna be a PLETHORA of posts about her bc girly is my new hyperfixation and ngl) and one day they’re at lunch and paul has to do a swap and he just looks and darry and his heart DROPS and he goes, “oh, right, uh, this is stella :)”

- and of courseee darry is SO good with her and she loves him bc he’s basically like her fun uncle (send me asks about stella i dare you)

- a little while passes, darry and paul get closer and eventually want to move in together, buttt darry doesn’t want to leave his home so paul and stella move in with them

- everything is pretty awesome and they’re happy and in love but paul absolutely HATES his job,, so naturally one day he has the oh so smart idea that they should just start doing their own thing

- darry had been having problems with the leadership at his roofing job for a while (getting passed up for promotions, disrespect, etc.) and he basically knew his whole team would follow him if he tried to start his own venture

- paul uses his degree (and let’s face it: his parent’s influence and money) to get them a startup loan, and he runs things on the business side while darry and his team work on houses (like fixer upper but it’s like 1972 lol)

- over the years, darry managed to pay off the mortgage on the curtis house, and soda (and cherry OOP) can afford to stay there so darry isn’t worried about losing their family home, so he and paul eventually move into a bigger place for them and stella

- they might not make it out of tulsa, but they make the best of being stuck there, and they open up a building company

[strawberrylabs]

Can you do a Larry Johnson X reader with ADHD, Fluff story

(A bit more info abt me: I have style my hair in an Afro with bangs just above my eyebrow which is dyed black, I’m black but with light skin, I curse a lot and I’m usually seen as loud or childish, and I’m an ENTP)

And can it be in a setting where we go out to an arcade or smth?

Please and tysm!!

Arcade Date!

Larry Johnson x Adhd!reader

Im so so sorry for how long this took! Tumblr keeps eating my posts and I didn’t realise this one had been eaten too until today ;-; this should’ve been posted months ago </3

Anyways! Technical issues aside! Hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeahh!! Beat that score Larry!”

“You’ve gotta be cheating! There's no way you beat my score! Sal! You’re with me right? Y/n’s cheatin!”

Said blue haired male looks at the two lovers hunched over the game as he sips on a slushy. 

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He knew you guys were going on a date, he just had to make sure you two behave and don’t kill anyone. He now regrets his decision.

“Uh.. soooo… Im gonna go over here”

“Hey- Sal! Get back here, don't walk away! You gotta help me beat y/n and their freakish hyperfocus!” Larry calls after his best friend before turning to face you, who was still clicking away at the game, unblinking.

“No fair! I didn’t know you hyperfixated on this game recently! You have ADHD superpowers!”

You chuckle

“Actually, I told you about it last week- Yeah! Beat the score again!”

Larry groans as he grabs your hand and drags you away from the machine.

“Alright! Next game! This time I’m gonna beat your ass!”

“Oh yeah? Not if I beat your ass first! I’m a pro gamer, you don’t stand a fucking chance!” You proclaim loudly, causing a startled mother to cover her child's ears and glare at you for your use of profanities.

“Oops.. sorry” You give a little apology wave as Larry laughs at you

You punch his arm lightly before making your way to a claw machine.

“Come on man these things are rigged!” Larry protests as you fish out your coins from your pocket.

“What, are you that bad at a silly game?” You tease him as you insert the coin.

You try your hardest to grab a little alien plush in the middle, but even when you grab it, it drops as soon as the claw lifts it into the air.

You groan

“This thing is so rigged!” Larry laughs at you again.

“Told you dude! Let me try” Larry lightly pushes you away to try win the alien plush.

After way too many attempts, and lots of money spent on the claw machine, Larry manages to hook the claw on the tag of the alien.

You both gasp and you grab Larry’s arm as the claw moves to the slot in the corner, waiting with held breaths.

When the alien drops in the prize box you both scream and start jumping while pushing each other back and forth, earning you some strange looks from people nearby.

“Yes! You did it!” You laugh

“That I did. I believe you owe me an apology” Larry grins at you

“Ugh, fine. Maybe you’re not as crappy at games as I thought.” 

Satisfied, Larry grabs out the alien and looks at you before handing it over.

“For you, milady” He dramatically bows while putting on a silly accent.

You laugh “You’re so cliche”

He stands up straight and smiles as he pulls you into him for a hug.

You both freeze as you hear a camera shutter.

“Nice, can’t wait to show this to the rest of the gang.” 

You turn around to see Sal standing there with his phone, pointing it at the two of you.

“Sal! You prick! Give me that phone!”

“Dammit Sal! Get back here!”

You and Larry proceed to chase a laughing Sal around the arcade before the three of you are told to leave by the employees.

“This is why I can’t let you two go anywhere unsupervised.” Sal tuts

“Excuse you! If you hadn’t taken that photo, we wouldn’t have been kicked out!” Larry nods his head at your statement

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Sal don’t gaslight us!” 

 Cue you and Larry yet again chasing Sal back to the apartments.

Little did you know, Sal posted the photo, and a video of you two chasing him to a group chat with the gang.

Sally Face: *1 photo and 1 video* Yeah, they’re definitely made for each other.

I hope you enjoyed it!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

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[wabbitears]

idk if ur cool w oc related questions herefeel free 2 delete this if ya arent but I am VERY intrigued by whoever meat machine is

OKAY! aight first things first just to make sure everyone is clear

I will never be bothered about oc questions im very happy that youre invested in guys I made up for fun. The only time I wouldnt answer oc questions is if theyre part of an object camp and the question is too spoilerly. otherwise just ask away.

ANYWAYS meat machine is this fucking thang. technically an object oc like your bee ef dee eyes, but fucked up

this thing is lowkey due for a redesign but whatevar. pronouns are it/its.

Meat Machine is the result of some weird meat experiment in a big science facility (think black mesa or aperture science kind of thang) growing extremely out of control and eating all the scientists there! Assimlating their bodies and mind for itself cause oops its also a hivemind yay! And it also infected all the machinery and shit in the building so its also the science facility in its entirety! glados style! hooray for all living environment fans like me.

What you see here is just one of its many gross meat filled robots that run around and manage all the sciences and researchs in the now uncomfortably meat filled facility. This is it's favorite and prefered body made out of the former founder. A computer tower object that was really obnoxious and unethical as fuck. Meat Machine is extremely freaky about that guy in particular.

Personality wise this thing is extremely loud and just really manic in general. Also it has an extreme god complex and believes itself to be some weird god and thinks everything biomechanical is holy. Yeag. As you can see here.

Its main goal is too further science its in weird twisted way and also collect more materials, especially meat and technology to add to itself and continue building and development the great machine that is itself.

So yeah thats my fucked up living laboratory that just exists in my object oc lore :thumbsup: yay! I need to post more about my assorted object ocs I love them very much. I've been hyperfixating on them so much for the past few years. Quite a few of them I play in object camps!!! Uh yeah I should post about them more, sadly a lot of my object ocs have. Not been properly drawn yet. I swear I'll get to that soon and post them. But for now just look at my freak.

And once again reiterating. Ask me about my wack object ocs forever I love to be asked about them !!!!!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

the brainrot is hitting again- i just found out that akumas are evil spirits in japanese folklore, and i swear to everything; let's just say now have ideas for one of my crossovers, but i also need to watch the new helluva boss episode later tonight- i'm just eating up content with a spork right now

[graynide]

People I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by: @possessable (ooohh this is fun)

Last Song: I keep on alternating between two albums of different genres on REPEAT for like my entire day. Which are Zephyrus, The Oh Hellos and Ultra Rare Vol. 1, Mystery Skulls. (possible split personality trope significance) but ig the two songs I mostly jump back to are Round and 555 respectively

Favourite Color: Pink! Leaning to a cooler shade

Last Book Read: man i need to read a book now. i haven't read any recently and im very sad at myself

Last Movie: Salem's Lot (2024) a Vampire movie that me and my sister watched during All Saints Day in a Cemetery. There was a free movie screening there and honestly made me feel better watching and commentating on it with her. Though we could not stop talking about Mouthwashing and calling out "Mouthwashing reference" every 5 seconds (not that the game has any actual relation to the movie lmao)

Last show: the whole family watched The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. I already finished watching it though i noticed my dad getting really into it than the rest of the members.

Sweet/savory/spicy: I like to build up my spice tolerance

Relationship status: ehh, just let me focus on my dream career. How about never

Last thing I looked up: "pushy definition synonyms," i was uhh talking to a mutual. Not usually a chatter on Discord so ive been missing convos oops.

Current obsession:

Captain Underpants and Krupp, my two favorite guys and hyperfixating for 5 months now help. I love their character dynamics and fan concepts forever they're so intriguing

Looking forward to: apart from my duties and responsibilities i'll have to handle this month, i need to cross off my list of Captain Underpants fanart ideas. INCLUDING 3 accounts i need to set up and cleaning up my ask inbox (oops sorry im so slow god damn it) I should also get around to playing Slay The Princess: Pristine Cut and drawing fanart for it again. I miss my birb boys

tagging (no pressure ofc! ): @sapphosdickandballs @remaking-machine @ilikemicrowaves and anyone else i can't think of that will do this may join bless

[johnnyutah]

duuuude DUDE. ok im sending on anon cuz im an itty bitty bit embarrassed BUT. BUT!!!!!

ok so theres a lot of horror film content I got exposed to when I was like. 6 or 7. and that includes scenes from saw AND LIKE fucking spongebob saw and shit ☠️ my black tar heroin as a kid BUT BASICALLY EVERY SCENE IVE SEEN FROM THE ACTUAL *FILMS* HAS BEEN AGAINST MY WILL.

and after seeing the beetlejuice sequel, I was reminiscing on horror stuff I saw at a really young age. and thought back to saw. and went around on Youtube watching clips. and then I thought “huh! maybe it’d be cool to actually sit down and watch the movies now that im almost like Twenty Years Old!”

but u wanna know. what character has been calling to me as ive been watching these clips.

Mark. Hoffman. Ok. HGGHRRGGAAAAHGHHH RIPS MY SHIRT OPEN hey boy 💜. Cuteness aggression but it’s Just aggression and im clinging onto his face like a parasite and gnawing on his flesh. My inner demons have prompted me to consult The Tumblr for more Mark Hoffman (average thought process for all of my spontaneous hyperfixations Oops) and now I am a Best Running Wild

ok thank you walks off the stage

you’re in big real fucking danger and i’m saying this as a friend. and as an expert. i was once an anti-horror freak who decried all horror SPECIFICALLY saw. i would proselytize the evils of saw (specifically saw iii, hilariously) to anyone who would listen. it only takes ONE character to really get you deep into the shit, and if you already acknowledge wanting to chew on hoffmans face— embarrassment be damned— you are on the precipice of a real fucking shit show buddy. and again i’m saying this with SOOO much love and understanding. you’re fucked