#right smack dab in the middle

[miloutic]

ONE OF OUR PLAYERS MADE US A CAMPAIGN POSTER WAH?????????

[datchidatchi]

They are EVERYTHING. 💥💥💥

(original meme)

[fraternum-momentum]

look at my poggers collarbone tattoo

[0525s]

i think what kibum said about jinki honing in on his style as a soloist with circle is right on the money. circle is the kind of song i’ve DREAMED of him doing. it feels like an ONEW song. the same way that bad love is 100% a key song or criminal is a taemin song, for instance. 

dice and blue are also distinctly him but more so as facets of who he is as an artist. they do an excellent job illustrating his frankly astonishing versatility. but, to me, circle feels all-encompassing and unquestionably lee jinki. also the name of the song/album is SO jinki. ◯! using a shape!!! brilliant and odd and striking!!! 

love love love. i’m so happy. i’m so proud of him. 

[eskawrites]

Pause.

Karen Wheeler gets Vecna’d.

She’s been a target since summer of 1985, since a shadow whispered to Billy Hargrove, shut her up, kill her, bring her to me.

And oh, what a target she is. So miserable with her perfect life. Already reaching for the bottle, grasping for any escape, however dangerous it is. Drowning in the guilt that she regrets her choices, regrets her family, regrets her children. Maybe if she didn’t, maybe if she could just be happy with her life, she could be a better mother. And maybe, if she was just a better mother, she could protect her kids from the danger that always seems to lurk in Hawkins.

So Karen starts getting headaches. She attributes it to the stress of sending Mike across the country, of figuring out what to do with Holly during spring break, of worrying about Nancy, wearing her Emerson shirt and standing with one foot out the door already.

It’s easy to forget about it in the chaos of everything happening after the championship game. And it makes sense that everyone else is too distracted to notice that something is wrong.

Meanwhile, the Hawkins gang saves Max and immediately decides to figure out who the next victim will be. They gear up with walkmans and cassettes and scribbled out lists of everyone’s favorite songs. Nancy feels herself pulled in all directions—trying to keep Max safe, putting on a brave face for the rest of the kids, coming up with plans to keep the group moving, worrying about Mike and Will and El and Jonathan half a country away, reconnecting with Steve while trying not to break his heart again, and fighting this increasingly overwhelming draw she feels toward Robin Buckley of all people. It’s too much for one person to deal with, but she’ll never admit that. What choice does she have but to keep going?

Until a police car pulls up at wherever the group is hiding out now, scaring everyone half to death. But the sheriff only asks for Nancy with a weary expression. “Your mother’s been acting strange. I don’t know what’s going on with you kids, or anyone else in this town for that matter, but your father’s no help and she seemed rattled enough we don’t really want to leave her on her own.”

Nancy presses for more information, tries to get details, but she already knows. Before the others piece it together, before Max realizes even, Nancy knows.

God. She doesn’t even know her mother’s favorite song.

They split the party, half of them going with Eddie to hide out at Steve’s house, but Nancy, Max, Robin, and Lucas head back to the Wheeler’s.

Cue trauma and shenanigans from there, like Ted really being no help at all, and Holly not knowing much but knowing that everything is wrong, and Karen barely even looking at Nancy no matter what she says or does. Robin searching the entire house for something that seems like it could be Karen’s favorite song, trying to get answers out of Ted and earning herself a place on his bad side as she does, bumping into Holly and awkwardly trying to make her feel better by asking for her help finding the right song. Max and Lucas hovering awkwardly, but Max refuses to leave because if Vecna strikes maybe she can help, and Lucas refuses to leave because it’s Max, he’s always going to be there for her. The rest of the kids staying in touch with walkies and trying desperately to get a hold of Mike back in California.

And maybe Nancy still has her vision, but this time Vecna taunts her with her mother, the final victim, standing right in front of her and she can’t do anything to help her. And Nancy has known she’s cursed, that she poisons everything she touches, since that stupid party back in 1983, but it has never been so paralyzing as it is right now.

[frances-baby-houseman]

I wish I could have taken today off. The last two weeks have been cooking for rosh hashanah> celebrating rosh hashanah> one day of work> going to atlanta for a brutal trip to visit my mom > 3.5 days of work > preparing for yom kippur > observing yom kippur AND hosting 3 college sophomores > back to work

all while on extreme deadline for my work newsletter and spending a lot of time orienting a new coworker and I literally do not have anything left. Like I'm not being dramatic I have nothing left to give. Just visiting my mom alone is something that takes days to recover from and all this other stuff on top of it. Plus the mental load of my brother living in a war zone and the election and also like, I am still being a good mom and making dinner and keeping house and exercising and and and

I am making so many mistakes right now and I am just like

there is no end in sight I don't know how to like, pause!! when does this pause!!

[aceinacloset]

Random !FNAF SL REDUX! Fact

The Funtimes would hug Liz without warning sometimes, Liz isn't used to this kind of affection and just ends up looking like this when they hug her.

(She gets more comfortable with it by Fnaf 6)

[matt-w-blogging]

I had a Thought about DreamSMP characters (yes it's over now but I still think about it sometimes)

Alternative text:

A graph with an X and Y axis. The left X axis says "You know what they are", the right X axis says "You have no idea what the fuck they are", the upper Y axis says "They explain what they are", the lower Y axis says "They never explain what they are".

Quadrant 2, with "They explain what they are" and "You know what they are", says "Charlie: A slime that gooped its way to the surface over a long period of time."

Quadrant 1, with "They explain what they are" and "You have no idea what the fuck they are", says "Tommy: Lab experiment???"

Quadrant 3, with "They never explain what they are" and "You know what they are", says "Techno: Some sort of pigman."

Quadrant 4, with "They never explain what they are" and "You have no idea what the fuck they are", says "Phil: Had a (human?) child with a Samsung Smart Fridge, might have wings?, wife might be the Goddess of Death??"

[mermaidstede]

be kind to grocery store employees this season. we are dealing with the stupidest people walking the planet :-)

[stanuary]

when will we know the prompts for next year?

hi there! i'm running a little behind my usual schedule for stanuary planning this year bc other projects are keeping me busy at the moment, but hopefully within the next week or two i'll have theme suggestions open, and then post the voting poll shortly after that 👍

[crystalpallette]

I love making dumb overcomplicated hairbows themed after gacha game alts

[leslieseveride]

actual visual representation of me decaying in bed all day due to those bts pics of lucy in the hospital.

[thedragonagelesbian]

wip word guessing game: throat

send me a word & i'll try to find it in my wips

yippee thank you!!! from my pathfinder: wrath of the righteous wip...

throat

Kyr held the last of Baphomet’s cultists within his patron’s magic, veins withering and frozen up the young man’s neck, trying to snuff out the heat nestled against his skull before… before that, the scratch in Kyr’s stomach telling him to put that warmth to more indulgent use. This was a cleric too, this last one left alive. Clerics meant prayers, hymns, scripture, this one too young to have a robust theology, but would it not be so sweet to suckle the nascent belief from his lobes? Raw formulation and feeling and fear. Yes, scented on the wind as mouth-watering as roast meat spitting on the fire, the clumsy recitation of verses learned in terror, he could lick each shuddering syllable from his memory… if the necrosis and ice weren’t moving fast enough to swallow it first.

If he weren’t holding his hunger by the edge of a blade held to his own throat.

[vonlipvig]

OH the clown's supposed to be down in the corner out of the way. ok. that makes more sense. i'm protected by three hundred layers of dashboard unfuckery, that's why the clown nearly on top of my dash like a malicious pop-up. i thought that was the vibe, honestly.

[lampfacedstudios]

it's that time of year again! tbh when I heard the teams I thought I knew for sure I'd go with vampires. but then I saw the color palettes, and it was all over. werewolf it is. 

https://artfight.net/~acrosanti

[trehontin]

---This was the second baby bird I just helped learning how to fly.