#please come back!!!! i miss you!!!!!!!

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Caesium is a soft, silvery-golden alkali metal with the symbol Cs and the atomic number 55. The pure metal is highly reactive, able to react explosively with air even at low temperatures. Given its reactivity with water, air, and the radioactivity of its isotopes, it is considered a hazardous substance.

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[iinsomaniac]

love how the moment ao3 goes down we all start acting like housewives waiting for their husbands to come back from war

[blessed-artist]

[rmembringthlaughtr]

I MISS HER

[itsjustjelly]

Posting this stupid tribute to JRWI Riptide I made when their hiatus first started, now to Tumblr to memorialize it (I originally posted it to Tiktok and the sound got copywritten 😞)

[luminique]

inexperienced wriothesley who’s bad at navigating a relationship but will do his absolute best to make it work.

he’s like a little puppy at the smallest amount of affection, completely turning red from your touch. it’s funny to imagine the duke of the fortress of meropide who’s normally calm and collected, turn into a puddle when you run your fingers through his hair. he doesn’t know how to react to your kisses besides giving hearty chuckles and clumsy kisses back.

[spilycoris]

payback.

plus. uh. whatever this is

[saetoshi]

itoshi sae gets surprisingly lazy during off-season. he spends his time sleeping in or roaming around your apartment in his pajamas. (both with an untamable mop of bed hair and sleep-swollen eyes).

it’s the only time he gets to spend with you, he reasons.

you’d like to reason he ruined your sleeping schedule for it.

a soft yawn leaves your lips, your eyes heavy with sleep as you flip a pancake on the skillet. you frown, blinking away some of the drowsiness as you glance at the clock on the stove.

you try to stifle another yawn before placing the pancake on top of the small pile of the ones you’d cooked before.

there’s a small beat of silence before the pan sizzles again as you pour some of the last remains of the batter on it.

you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. another yawn leaves your lips when you hear the faint shuffle of sae’s slippers on the floor as he approaches the kitchen.

a small smile tugs at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest when you feel him rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“you’re up early,” you say, pressing the side of your head against his.

“it’s—” he pauses, squinting up at the stove clock, “—eleven a.m., that’s not early. it’s late.”

“you’ve been waking up past noon these last few days,” you point out, fondly rolling your eyes before flipping the pancake. you relax against him when he wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“you should’ve woken me up,” he sleepily whines, his words muffled by your skin.

you pat the back of his hand, a contemplative hum leaving your lips. “i don’t like interrupting your sleep,” you reply, gently thumbing his knuckles.

“i don’t need sleep—i need to watch last season’s matches,” he mutters, his voice slightly raspy, “‘s what i should’ve been doing all this time.”

“you should’ve woken me up,” he quietly adds. “you’re being a terrible influence by letting me stray from my routine.”

you softly scoff, adding the pancake to the small tower to your left. you pour the last bit of batter onto the pan, your body relaxing against sae’s chest as he clings to you.

“i’m not the one begging you to stay five more minutes in bed,” you quip, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when he squeezes you.

“whatever,” he mumbles, slightly easing his grip on you.

the soft sizzle of the pan fills the space between you. your thumb gently rubs the back of his hand as you flip the pancake.

“‘s cold,” he grumbles, his raspy voice breaking the comfortable silence. “i’m gonna go turn up the heater…” he trails off, pressing his lips against the back of your shoulder.

you wait for a second for him to move—he doesn’t. a few more seconds go by, sae not moving a single inch from his spot.

“sae?” you ask, your voice a whisper.

no response.

you gently nudge him. he sharply inhales, lifting his head up slightly to look at you with bleary eyes. “hm?”

you give him a warm smile, your eyes soft as you meet his gaze. “you should go back to bed,” you offer.

he hesitates before shaking his head, resting his head against your skin once more. “‘m fine right here,” he says, his grip on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly.

“you’re tired,” you retort, a sigh leaving your lips, “you should get more rest.”

“resting is all i’ve been doing,” he mutters, clicking his tongue. he moves his head to look at you, placing his chin on your shoulder as he frowns.

a few beats of silence go by before he sighs. sae presses a kiss to your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the small pile of pancakes you’d made.

“are we having those for dinner, too?” he asks, a yawn slipping past his lips.

you glance at the pancakes when you turn off the stove. “sure,” you reply, turning to look at him. “if that’s what you want.”

he nods, blinking a few more times to will the sleep away. he immediately embraces you when you’ve faced him, his body practically melting against yours.

he kisses your jaw, softly sniffling. you feel the corners of his lips quirk up into the hint of a smile when you rub his back.

“i’ll miss you,” he faintly whispers, his breath tickling the crook of your neck.

“i’m not going anywhere?” you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. you chuckle when he nudges you with the tip of his nose.

“yeah, but i am,” he mumbles, a frown settling on his lips. “off-season ends in two days,” he adds, faint annoyance lacing his words.

“so?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

“‘m not gonna be around as often,” he reluctantly replies, his brows furrowing at the reminder.

you shrug in his hold, closing your eyes. “i know you’re coming back once the season’s done, anyway.”

he clicks his tongue. “so, you’re not going to miss me?”

“i’ll miss having someone who eats my food,”you chuckle, giving him a soft squeeze. “‘m gonna have to start eating all my pancakes by myself.”

a soft huff of laughter leaves his lips, his head lightly nudging yours. “that just means you’re going to have to make up for all that once i’ve got free time again.”

“yeah, whatever,” you mumble, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. so, stop worrying about all this and just have breakfast.”

sae faintly nods against you, a soft sniffle leaving his lips before he yawns again. “you’re joining me in bed after breakfast, right?”

you smile, giving him one more soft squeeze. “yeah.”

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[myriam-draws]

everyone read impulse 1995 for The Guy

[ocrukoji]

doodles and sketches because why not

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

I hope no one has done this before

[yaolmao]

you’re my everything

[uglycumi]

Happy Birthday to wife💜

[crustyfloor]

Link to the translated Q&A Vivinos and Qmeng had recently.

....Guess that means it'll be very long (hopefully) and very good? honestly just scared for what round 7 will bring, it's probably gonna be the last round in the series, and with all the tension buildup this'll be stressful i assume

Yeah, Luka was set to be a popular figure from the jump, there was no way his trick with the Sua imitation was more than just a power trip (Or just a genuine mental break on Mizi's part). because either way with the way Mizi was holding herself up during round 5, she stood 0 chance against him.

Luka, just like the others doesn't actually have real control over his position in Alien stage. So in order to set that boundary for himself and others he uses his presence and the stage because, in any other context, he is simply just a tool and a frail (old) man. (And he has in-universe stans how beautiful)

More Luka lore please vivinos....

Kinda glad this got changed, because imagine this cute guy gradually turning into the Ivan we know now and then doing the shit he did in round 6? then doing the dream face reveal showing that he never truly changed, he just had a mask on. that shit would be 10x more devastating (even though the way it is now is just as devastating) Ivan and Luka twins (scary stuff but quite intriguing, even now they're still quite similar in some ways)

Augh...it is true though. Aliens and humans are just far to vast in traits to relate to each other on such a level, this reminds me of Mizi and Guardian Shine. Guardian Shine might've been the only guardian shown in the alien stage cast to actually be kind. She even seemed to be crying when she had to send Mizi away to go to Anakt(?). I find it kinda sweet though, that the ones who do actually care really show it and try even if they can't understand their pets that well.

But I also like the more grim side to it, because when you don't understand something specifically another being in this case you're less likely to have sympathy for it. Humans and Aliens don't have any relatable traits so whatever these aliens do to the humans whether for self-pleasure or such. And lab-mice? that confirms lab-rat theory. Alien stage crew were all just succesful experiments and the bad batch are kept behind for further testing i theorize. but its still pretty vague so we'll see. hopefully things get more grim ((

......What are you hiding Vivinos. (she rlly said do your homework....okay mum...i will catch you...)

A story about the death of close loved ones and how that can affect characters who are alive in the long run. im gonna throw up.

(NOT AGAIN WITH THE DEAD WIFE PARALLEL MIZI IS NOT HIS WIFE-)

"Ivan is the perfect man" 😭 I love the details of round 6 clothing so much, even I got that superior or dominating aura from Ivan when I first saw him in round 6 (💀) there wasn't really much to his outfit but the way he carried himself in it kinda just gave off that idea that he's the one in control here. but gradually, we can see that facade fade as he got more into his feelings the more he sang and sunk down to a level where he was most natural. eugh.....

[solbellaria]

Joel did not care if he won the escape room, all he cared about is beating that washed up canadian