#still wakes the deep meme

[rubus-yunnion]

Innes: "Oh wow, it's quite chilly today, I hope Roy has something nice for us to eat at tea. He always makes the best, hot meals on this damn rig."

Infected Muir in the kitchen trying to make something to eat:

[joliackermann]

So uh... I made a meme...

This just decided to spawn in my brain at 4am...

[affectionatecorpse]

I have no justification for this

[finlay-papers]

RENNICK. He might be tweaked a little idk, but here's the man

[historical-misfit]

Love how in the still wakes the deep fandom too everyone has this one specific character that's like..

if you'd glance at their phone gallery or sketchbook you'd unavoidably see the character like 4-5 times in one go and they'd be like "oh this ain't what it looks like i swear i-" *character keeps appearing as they scroll or flip through*

[winston-ashford]

Art posting!!

Watched "Still Wakes the Deep" gameplay and I loved it! Drew my oc and my bf's ocs as they were in it!

And did this small comic(?)

(bro got infected before he could fully finish his sentence 💔💔)

Anyways that's all

[twistedpartywolf]

Y’all I was just messing around with filters on CapCut with pictures of Rennick! Demo/ Emo Rennick 😭😭😭

[paracosmic-collective]

I'm obsessed with this game that I will never even get to play. I love the voice acting, the details of the game and the literal ambience. It's horrifying and lovely.

[joliackermann]

Happy end of Trots tuesday Happy beginning of Maudado Meme Mittwoch I am very ashamed an will hide now

[wiishopwednesday]

longing for something you can never return to

[ID: a collection of images relating to nostalgia. the first image is a genius screenshot of the lyrics to car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)." the screenshot reads "We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back." the second image is the "we got the torture labyrinth tomorrow" meme template, edited to instead say "We got missing what we can never return to tomorrow/What?/We got the beginning of the rest of our lives tomorrow/Ohhhh/Okay." the third image is a discord screenshot, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and reads "Duuudeee you missed out on those 7 days where god created earth you are fucked LOL." the fourth image is a screenshot of a piece of text, which reads in bolder font "You can never leave home." underneath it, in normal text, it reads "You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." the fifth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user ryebreadgf, which reads "YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!" the sixth image is a screenshot of a piece of text that reads, "YOU KILL YOURSELF AND IMMEDIATELY WAKE UP AS A CHILD ON YOUR PARENTS BED. YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR HALF AN HOUR. THE SUN IS SHINING." the seventh image is a picture of two uneven dark yellow boxed next to each other on a off-white background. the first box reads, in handwriting, "I'm terrified of change." the second box reads, "I'm terrified of staying this way forever." the eighth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user dakotajohnsongf, which reads "women be looking at pictures of their childhood selves and trying to find a way back to them." the ninth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user bestofgentleearth, containing a screenshot from a forum of some kind. a line of text reads "(16 hours ago) butterfly said:" underneath, an indented section of text reads "today, the world looked beautiful again. i'm starting to remember what kept me alive last summer." the tenth image is another tumblr post by user cursedsuggestion, which reads "the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears." the eleventh image is a screenshot of a reddit post, with the original poster's username and icon cropped out so only the text is visible. it reads "I'm not sure how to word this, but I constantly go through this deep sense of loss. I feel like I terribly miss something I love from the bottom of my heart, but I don't know what it is, exactly. Nothing in life satisfies me, nothing makes me content, but l wouldn't say I'm depressed either. There's just this endless search for something, and at times I feel I can catch a glimpse of it - different sceneries pop into my head at times, like of a particular beach at night, and I'm moved to tears. Or I remember a dream and all the feelings that were stirring while I saw that dream, and feel entirely connected to them." the twelfth image is a screenshot of a tumblr post, but the original poster is cropped out so only the text is visible, which reads "wait i wasn't ready. i never finished that game of tag. i still need to learn how to do a cartwheel. my friends and i never finished making that bridge over the creek. i want to go back. can you carry me to bed one last time? and maybe i'll wake up tomorrow in my childhood room with my pink walls and we'll laugh over this dream at breakfast." the thirteenth image is another tumblr screenshot of a post by user heavensghost, which reads "uhhh yh sure u can go back but no one will be waiting for you there."

the fourteenth image is a screenshot of a reddit comment, with the user's information cropped out so that only the text is visible, which reads "HIRAETH (heer-eye-th) 'A deep homesickness; an intense form of longing or nostalgia for a place long gone, or even an unaccountable homesickness for a place you have never visited. A pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost.'" the fifteenth image is a collection of 3 rows of black boxes, with 3 boxes in each row. the first box has a white, vague form of a human. the second box pictures the human form stretching its arms and legs out. from the third box onward, the human figure starts to dissipate into white dots until it has completely disappeared and only dots remain. the sixteenth image is a tumblr post by user n1ntendos, which reads "I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!!! anyways." the seventeenth image is a screenshot of text that reads "I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. And I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go." the eighteenth image is an image of larger text that reads "It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world." the nineteenth image is a photograph of a large white dog standing in a dark, flowing river surrounded by a dark forest and green trees. the dog is facing away from the viewer with its mouth open. the dog appears to be glowing, likely due to a lens flare of some kind. the entire picture feels very melancholy and nostalgic. the twentieth image is larger text that reads "Nostalgia is the aching realization that you can't go back again. The longing, no matter how intense, can never be met." the twenty-first image is a screenshot of an instagram dm, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and it reads "well the time passes anyway so I have to." the twenty-second image is a screenshot of the spotify lyrics for gerard way's song "action cat." the lyrics read "Hey/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you too." the twenty-third image is a screenshot of text that reads "YOUR CHILDHOOD DOG IS ALIVE. YOUR DEAD BEST FRIEND WANTS TO GET COFFEE. YOU HAVE BEEN KIND AND GOOD. THERE IS NOTHING CHASING YOU. YOU CAN SLEEP. WHAT DO YOU DO?" the twenty-fourth image is a continuation of the lyrics from car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)" that were pictured in the first image. these lyrics read "We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/(Don't spend too much time on it)." end ID.]

[twistedpartywolf]

Stop why is this so funny?! 😂

Low quality memes because why not

[finlay-papers]

Guys I need SWTD ship recommendations to draw behind Caz ☹️

Any ships accepted, get funky jiggy with it 🙏

[solxamber]

This is so goofy but I can’t stop thinking about reader getting drunk and pouncing their lover (Leona comes to mind mostly) with kisses like that meme of the cat covered in lipstick (id link it if I could on mobile)

Leona Kingscholar with a Drunk Reader

I know exactly which cat you speak of and I love it

You stumble into the living room, the faint buzz of alcohol making the world around you feel just a little bit warmer, a little bit softer. As you blink at the dim light, your eyes land on Leona, sprawled casually on the couch, his usual unbothered vibe surrounding him like a cloud of indifference.

But tonight? Something clicks in your brain, some wild, alcohol-fueled instinct that makes you saunter towards him. You don’t even really think it through—there's a brief moment of hesitation, but then you're on top of him, draping yourself over his frame like a cat who’s decided it's time for attention.

His eyes widen, confused for half a second, but the shift of his shoulders tells you he’s not exactly uncomfortable.

You’re leaning in, planting kisses on his face, his neck, wherever you can reach, all while laughing breathily. "You’re just so cute when you're chill like this!" you slur, and his lips twitch in amusement.

"What the hell are you doing?" Leona mutters, though the way his arm lazily drapes around your waist suggests he's not exactly unhappy about the situation.

"Just spreading the love," you reply, not even making sense as you pepper him with more kisses.

The next morning, you wake up feeling like a freight train ran over you, groaning at the pounding in your head. As you sluggishly sit up, your eyes land on Leona—who is, much to your confusion and a little embarrassment, still wearing the lipstick marks you left all over his face.

You blink, slowly processing that he didn’t bother to erase them. Why would he? It’s just Leona being Leona. He eyes you with a smirk, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Had fun last night?" he asks with that smug grin, voice deep and mocking.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Please, don’t remind me. I’m never drinking again."

He chuckles, the sound low and steady. "I wanted to keep my battle scars for a little longer."

You glance up at him, and despite the absolute chaos of last night's drunkenness, you can’t help but smile. Leona, of all people, kept the lipstick marks. Maybe he really wasn’t as annoyed as he pretended.

Leona leans back on the couch, stretching lazily. "You're lucky you're cute when you're sloppy."

You roll your eyes but secretly love the fact that he didn't clean it off. Maybe it was a reminder that, for all his cool indifference, he didn’t mind a little mess now and then.

Masterlist

[lovifie]

Masterlist

Boyfriend!Ghost x Chubby!Reader, but they wake up in each other's body.

Simon and you have been dating for a while now, Simon usually lives at your house when he is not deployed.

He has talked to you about the rest of the boys, as well as talking about you to them. Well, letting them know he is dating somebody, no matter how much Johnny pesters him to learn more about you he didn't tell them anything.

And then one day, you wake up and still half asleep, you go to hug Simon; expecting the mountain of a person that is your boyfriend and the only thing you can feel is someone half your size. That wakes you up fast.

You look at whoever is sleeping next to you… and it is you. But you are you, so why are you sleeping in front of you when you are where you are? And where the fuck is Simon?

You turn around looking for him and you find him, in the reflection of the mirror, looking at you. You wink and the reflection winks back. Okay, cool, cool, cool, cool. So, if you are Simon… then Simon… is the you on the bed.

“Simon.” You whisper, slightly shaking his… your arm?

And the deep voice surprises you when it erupts from within you, but it surprises Simon more because he jumps awake and then jumps back when he sees you.

The Spiderman meme coming to your memory for a second.

“Why are you me?”

“Why am I you?”

This just has like… so many possibilities. I am definitely coming back to this once I finish writing the next lift me off my feet chapter.

Like, imagine waking up on Simon Riley’s body. Going to base and there is like this 5’2 woman walking looking serious as fuck and then the fucking lieutenant is walking behind grabbing her shirt and looking terrified.

The possibilities, YUMMY.

Like, reader having glasses, and she puts them on like always but for some reason everything is blurry and then she turns to Simon and he is looking back the same way, just looking at each other like:

Simon being terrified on reader on his body because he knows she's a menace and now she's 6ft, Simon trying to calm himself down and reader being like: "I wanna know how my pussy feels, Simon." And poor Simon being absolutely terrified of not being able to walk anymore.

Reader just constantly hitting her head walking through doors because she has never had that problem and now she's one more hit from permanent brain damage.

Reader looking at herself on Simon's body for a bit too long and getting a massive boner, going to Simon for help only to find him playing with your boobs.

Please, let me know what would be the first thing you would do if it happened to you because I know my stupid ass would just want to hit somebody on the face with my dick. Just because like, how do you respond to that?

Think of the possibilities and tell me about them 😈

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: poly!Markle x gn!Reader

| info: 18+ MDNI. Wholesome 'til the halfway point. threesome. MLM behavior. Cum eating. Penetrative sex. Oral.

| aurora's note: tds3 changed me as a person....

| poly!markle who are the silly boyfriends who can never take anything serious.

| poly!markle who think it's hilarious when they surprise you with matching ugly pajamas for your anniversary.

| mark who gets cuteness aggression when he sees you and chenle wearing the pajamas, laughing about how stupid you all look-- he can't help but pat down the floof of hair sticking up at the back of chenle's head, and he feels like he has to tackle you onto the bed while burying is face in the crook of your neck.

| poly!markle who lay on either side of you in bed, sending your group chat TikTok memes while giggling to themselves, instead of just showing their screens or talking.

| chenle who rolls over and swings a leg over you while putting his foot on mark's legs-- mark ends up scrolling with one hand and mindlessly plays with chenle's foot with the other.

| chenle who gets all giggly because mark's tickling him. his contagious laugh makes you laugh until your stomach hurts.

| poly!markle who gets a burst of energy at 1am and decides it's the perfect time to start a dance party in the bedroom, in their matching pajamas, while you're half asleep in bed.

| mark who pulls you out of bed and makes you dance with them.

| chenle who plays the silly meme music while mark queues up the music he can actually sing to.

| poly!markle who end up forgetting about the queue, and when a slower song comes on, they sneak up on you, trapping you between their bodies. mark's in front of you, hands wandering around your sides. chenle's behind you, his hands sneaking under the waistband of your pajama pants so that he can get you off while you're moaning into mark's mouth and begging them for more.

| poly!markle who can't even take their silly dance night serious, so they end up taking turns fucking you while laughing at the meme songs that randomly play in chenle's playlist.

| chenle who bends you over so your ass is up in the air while he rails you from behind and you suck off mark.

| mark who lays you on your back and lifts one of your legs high into the air, his hand pressed on the back of your thigh, while he fucks you deep and slow, kissing your ankle, whispering that he loves you so much.

| poly!markle who cum on each other and watch as you lick it up.

| poly!markle who fuck you 'til you're tired, but they're still wired with energy, so they turn to each other for a bit.

| poly!markle who somehow still have all the energy in the world after they're spent, so they leave you to rest in the bedroom while they go interact with fans on instagram in another room.

| poly!markle who wakes you up in the morning with kisses all over your body-- mark's content when you groan and start pulling on his hair, sleepily begging him to get you off with his mouth, and chenle watches with a grin.

| poly!markle who never fail to keep you occupied with their energy, entertained by their antics, and fucked-out from their incredible stamina.

[lyesander]

Not crazy about people writing off the Titan submersible incident as some schadenfreudic buzzstory they can rag on for a handful of internet funny points. I get the frustration, I really do. At least three of the passengers had to shell out $250,000 a ticket for a glorified deep sea Disney ride. The CEO of OceanGate is a capitalist wackjob who has been complaining about and bypassing safety regulations for years, despite multiple warnings, and now the retrieval is taking up time and resources from multiple countries that could have been put to better use. But one of the crew members on board was also the nineteen year old son of another passenger. I doubt his involvement extended much beyond “I’m going on a fun trip with my dad.” Another was an unaffiliated researcher who joined the expedition to collect environmental samples for DNA analysis. Not everyone on board was a high-rolling corporate yuppie. (And even if they were, it’s still a pretty objectively horrific way to die.) Instead of memes, I’d rather see this prompt a discussion on the ethics and potential regulation of scientific tourism.

The above also doesn’t change the fact that this is dragging media attention away from more pressing issues, such as the sinking of the Andriana. I guess “THE TITANIC CLAIMS ANOTHER FIVE VICTIMS” is a more colorful headline than “the EU’s xenophobic migration policies have led to the deaths of hundreds of migrants seeking asylum in Italy, and an active cover up is now taking place, headed by Greek authorities.” Seeing all this energy be funneled towards dragging this tiny capsule out of the Atlantic when up to five hundred refugees - mostly women and children - were locked in the hull of a ship and left to suffer the exact same fate, while Coast Guard vessels looked on and did nothing (or even had an active role in the capsize after a botched attempt to tow it, according to some testimonies), illustrates the sway money and race have in what we pay attention to. It’s a gruesome example of inequity in action.

I had compared what happened to the Titan to the Kursk incident, but the Andriana doesn’t have the luxury of being a freak accident. Over 25,000 migrants have disappeared or drowned trying to cross the Mediterranean since 2014, with over 2,000 deaths taking place in 2022 alone. Those are staggering numbers. Protests have broken out across Greece over the past week in the wake of the tragedy, advocating for migration reform.

While these sorts of mass casualty events tend to leave us feeling disheartened and helpless, there are ways to help. Below is a link to SOS Humanity’s donation page. Reputable search and rescue organizations such as SOS Humanity or SOS Mediterranée built their mission statements around helping migrants like the ones on board the Andriana. Donate if you can, spread the word if you can’t.