#the hyperfixation chooses you

[a-spacecadet]

No you guys don’t understand the chokehold this lion has on me 😭😭

I literally cannot get over how shapely he is…just an absolute blast to draw. Continuation of my previous drawings of him!

[ironshieldchild]

hyperfixated on sangihun when everyone else is on the 457 train

[copperbadge]

The Roma lads won again today which means they're going to the Europa League semifinals and also it's time for hugs. I'm sure he would rather have been on the field but at least Ndicka (in the knit hat in the right hand image, hugging his bff Aouar) got to watch his teammates win in person!

I swear I'll shut up about this eventually but probably not until mid-May, depending on how the semis go. I'll try to keep it to a dull roar if we go to the final again.

[ID: Three images from today's Europa League quarterfinal match. Top left, head coach Daniele de Rossi is hugged by team captain Lorenzo Pellegrini after the win; top right, Evan Ndicka, who collapsed on the field and had to be hospitalized for a collapsed lung on Sunday, celebrates with teammates Paulo Dybala, Tammy Abraham, Houssem Aouar, and Stephen El Shaarawy. Below, de Rossi hugs Paulo Dybala during the game.]

[sarumint]

i got into south park

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

Me: Self-taught history/mythology/folklore scholar, walking folkloric encyclopedia, constantly researching stories & linguistics, 99.9th percentile reading/writing level, saving up to go to college for archeological anthropology

Dean's dumb pretty boy dead demon ass still nailed to a doorpost in a barn somewhere:

Me: ...wait I think I'm pretty gay for this actually

[simplyalicee]

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Sebastian x GN!reader, angst(?) and fluff

TW: none

You were tired. Oh, so tired.

Your fraile figure trembled from the unbearable freezing temperature. Your body ached with exhaustion and hunger. When was the last time you had a proper meal? Hours felt like days. You were numb. So much pain, yet you stood. How could you possibly continue with your state? You felt as if you were about to collapse from the pressure.

You wanted to go back. Stop your mission and head back to the surface. But could you risk that potential for freedom? To go back empty-handed and be tossed back in your cell? To risk more years of being falsely incarcerated? No, no you could not. You hadn't seen the light of day for years. It felt like forever since you've last saw your loved ones. You craved their affection, their gentle touch, their words sweet like honey. You missed them so terribly.

Going back was not an option.

Urbanshade made the objective very clear; retrieve the crystal. You weren't disclosed of any other information. You were going into this deadly mission practically blind. You were left to navigate through the destroyed labs and risk your life with dangerous creatures with the thirst of blood and malice. It always amazed yet terrified you of how capable every entity was.

Speaking of... what was that sound?

You heard the faint sounds of something— screaming? No, it didn't sound like screaming. But whatever it was, time ran shorter as the room shook, knocking drawers and other objects down to the ground. Glass shattered on the ground. You grew frantic of this new presence and rushed to the nearest locker. You crammed yourself inside and closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for an angler fish to swoop by.

But it wasn't an angler fish.

Instead, you were met with pounding against the locker doors. You shook with the locker and, fortunately, instinctively dug your bruised fingers into the opening slits of the locker. You opened your eyes to see an entirely new entity— all you could see were the many eyes that burned through your soul. You could feel your heart race as this new creature kept pounding on the locker, aching to reach you. Tears streamed down your face. Your grip loosened. You fought to keep up and keep the doors closed, but your exhaustion was catching up quicker.

As the doors were slammed against one final time, your fingers gave up and ceased proper functioning. You lost your grip. The locker shook once more and you closed your eyes. You prepared yourself to be met with nothing but cold, stinging death. You took what you thought was your last breath and murmured a goodbye.

But nothing happened.

Intrigued, you open your eyes and saw nothing. Was it already gone? You couldn't tell, but your heart pounded the longer you stayed inside. You quickly hopped out and took deep breaths to calm yourself. What was that thing? What did it want? Dumb question, it wanted you dead. Everything down here wanted you dead. But you tried not to think about that too much.

Once calmed down, you looked around your surroundings, noting the new hazards laid before you. You were so tired. You wanted to rest so badly. But rest was not an option here. You had researchers that needed your help, unfortunately. With a sigh, you forced your aching body through the doors and continued your path.

Foot after foot, breath after breath, you really were unsure if you'd make it out alive. You were deprived of food, sleep, and warmth. Not to mention that there were more ponds of water to swim through than anticipated. You were soaked. And, with the harsh coldness burning your exposed skin, you were left numb and pained. The urge to cry became strong but you were simply too weak to cry.

Come door 50, you were met with another dark room. Wonderful. Your flashlight was nearly out of juice and other light sources you had on you were dead. So much for savoring light. You decided to try to save the remaining battery power and venture through the darkness. Each footstep inside made you more paranoid of those squiddles. Those horrific faces that would burn into you if you dared to flash your light or come close.

Alas, as your paranoia was at an all-time high, you heard a voice call out to you.

"Hey friend, over here."

You shrieked and jumped from the sudden break of silence. Oh no, was tnis your demise? You couldn't tell anymore. But judging from whoever just spoke to you actually communicated with you through language instead of aggression, you were quick to get moving to find the source. Now was the good time to use the flashlight. You turned the light on and cautiously waved the light around. You found more desks, the usual. But a vent caught your eye. Maybe it came from there? You were uncertain, but it was better than being out here. With a mumble, you got down to your knees and crawled through the tight space.

The path wasn't long, and thank heavens that there was some decent lighting up ahead. You crawled and made your way into a decently big room. But that's not what caught your eye, obviously. As you stood up and began dusting yourself, your eyes met some... thing? Unimaginable. Your jaw dropped. This creature was huge, possibly 20 to 30 times bigger than you. You couldn't help but stare at his features; pale blue skin, his eyes glowing a soft cyan, his black hair that looked soft to the touch, his attire covering his upper body; you couldn't help but be both amazed and petrified.

"Welcome, new friend! Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Sebastian, your only friend." His voice was oddly warm and welcoming, but you knew to not underestimate him over some hospitality. You were very small compared to him.

Sebastian opened his mouth to continue but stopped himself almost immediately. You were confused for a moment, not aware that you were slowly slumping to the ground. You were trying to pay attention and had not realized your own body was giving up on you. And Sebastian was no idiot. He could easily tell you weren't well. And before you knew it, your knees buckled below you, causing you to slip and crash down on the floor. Consciousness slipped mere seconds after.

Sebastian stared down at you for a short moment. He was clearly dumbfounded, had he not expected this outcome. He could just leave you be on the cold surface. But instead, he slowly reached his hands out and carefully picked you up. You were so small, so fragile. So tired and numb. Sebastian frowned, knowing there wasn't much he could do. He felt your cold state and shivered.

"You're colder than ice," he murmured under his breath. In a way, he kind of felt bad. There were no blankets around, so Sebastian resorted to carefully holding you in his arms to keep you warm. He kept you close to him as his eyes examined your state. He simply sighed and shook his head. Why go this far for you? You might as well be someone ungrateful, right? His thoughts rushed through his head but yet kept you in his arms regardless. Eventually, he gave up and sighed.

"You owe me," he mumbled under his breath and covered you with his jacket before leaning himself against the wall. He couldn't believe he was doing this for you. So ungrateful.

Although, he hadn't had something to hold in a little while. So maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

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Written closely to lore, writer is tired.

[thepersassiest]

she sent me her location… bruh tf is this?

[piepiepiemag]

these days i just want to lay down and rot into the earth and become a pretty flower

[juniperarts]

I think you like pavitr.. Don't know tho, its just a theory after all.

Idk what has you thinking that.

Interesting theory tho 🤔

Curious to know why you think so

He's an ok character I guess

*looks at my icon for a split second* anyways-

Imma go draw (not Pavitr)

[honeyhotteoks]

so i've been thinking...............................

if i were to write a run the train one-shot................... the logistics of that are kind of hard to make it make sense but what about crime family ateez hiring escort!reader but they have very particular tastes and need someone who can keep up. but some wires get crossed with the agency since it's a last minute booking, and she misses the fact that it's a booking for eight people..... so when she gets there and finds out it's not just one rich mafia boss, it's eight...... .she almost leaves but they convince her to stay for the weekend and they'll triple whatever they're paying to the agency and give it to her in cash. the rest is smutty history..........................

[zoomclown]

Red Valley S4 E4 spoilers! :)

So hear me out.

Bryony didn't deserve it though.

Like yes, she went through exactly the same thing she put so many others through. Yes she fucked around and found out. Yes her fate is so so wonderfully poetic. But like. Nobody deserves that. That's the point.

When Aubrey first came to Red Valley, she interviewed a man who had killed 3 people. She decided that given his history and lack of remorse, she had no qualms about whatever happened to him as a result of the treatment. It was only watching that same man turn into a pile of human goo in her in her arms that she came to the conclusion that *no one* deserves that, no matter who they are. So many of her choices and actions that result from this realization center around trying to prevent suffering to others. Trying to change things so that people don't have to suffer, and then, when that doesn't work, offering people an escape from the suffering of the outside world.

It's very interesting to me that Aubrey is the person who now has absolutely no empathy for Bryony's suffering. That Bryony is the one person that Aubrey could leave to rot and not lose a wink of sleep over it.

Not judging her for it. Just interesting.

[tamaruaart]

My half of an art trade with the lovely @doppel-doodles! Mengtao in something rotten :D

[ironshieldchild]

did squid game fans skip all of season one? WHERE are the doomed yaoi sangihun shippers.

[ghostinthetumbchine]

Every day i get on social media and realise how many people did not have their brain chemistry permamently changed by the "the horror was for love" monologue in crimson peak(2015) by guillermo del toro

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

save them tbh

[woodlaflababab]

Canon: "They are 12 and 16."

Me: "I recognise that the Council has made a decision. But given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it."