me: omg why is it impossible to find good quality dn merch/collectibles nowadays 🙄
death note: is 15 years old
idk how to explain it but haggis looks like he belongs in some kinda anime
why are we watering down “eat the rich” to just “eat the billionaires” or whatever like fuck em all, why are we sparing millionaires feelings on this stupid blogging platform
SHINee ✰ Marie Claire Magazine Photoshoot | Behind the Scenes
Thor reacting to Loki's arrival and Loki reacting to Thor's arrival.
“Forever at your heels, they hunt you down… and bring you here.”
How am I so exhausted when I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING
it’s sort of comically annoying that Eureka as a person is so much more watchable and pleasant this time but yet not nearly as much of a contender as she was on season 10
like when she was being insufferable and tone deaf and aggravating she was also doing much better in the challenges and was much more of a front runner and now that she’s chilled out and become a little more like, grown up and amicable and genuinely friendly she’s also kind of a flop jfhshdh
bro even stupid reincarnaon manwhas traumatize me i think i need therapy💕
wards ulcer after that phone call
This is just a little thing about the Collector I spliced together out of several 1AM scribblings into something resembling a coherent fic, I guess. Just something about being a good host and harvesting the spines and souls of lost adventurers and the devastating existential nightmare of an endless disassociated death refracted across space and time for all eternity, forced to terrorize your friends by a mad thing obsessed with drawing everything it sees it touches it knows to be into its grasping embrace.
You know! Fun stuff. (There's also an AO3 version here)
Oh hello there! I didn’t see you come in. Have you been here long? So sorry that I wasn't there to greet you. Where are my manners?
No, please, make yourself comfortable. A little bit of mud and blood can't be helped. You look tired. Are you tired? I would be tired, if I were you. I can see you've been rather busy, wandering around in the dark. And all that hard work's paid off! Or, anyway, I'm sure you hope so. After all, that's quite a load you've been dragging with you through this dungeon. Possibly you wouldn't be quite so beat up if you just… left some of it behind? No, I understand. You do deserve something for all your hard work down here. They are most certainly not paying you enough for this.
Well, why don't you stay for awhile? There's no need to rush off to meet your almost inevitable doom. I can't say I wouldn't love to have some company. Just for a little bit.
And while you're here...
Would you perhaps… like to see… my collection?
I really don't understand why you're acting like this. Here I am, just sitting here, twitching like I always do. And after I’ve introduced you to all my friends! Don’t you like my friends? They used to be your friends, too. I've gone to so much trouble to keep them here. Stripped them from their feeble flesh and hung them up by their spines like an old, well-loved coat. That's the best way to keep them, you know. That way they're preserved forever.
Honestly I think it’s so ungrateful of you to be like this, just because now they happen to be dead. I’m sure it hurts their feelings to see that.
Does it hurt? …to be spirit and spine stripped bare? Oh, I wouldn't know. I think it's just the usual— the shrieking silence of your own mind, with no words and no thought, the fear refracting back on itself in an endless hall of mirrors that raises an anxious chorus—trapped in the ringing in your skull, with nothing to cling to but eternal gut instinct, how can I get out—but there's every only one exit, you know, from your own sharp and swollen panic and how it's alive in all your blood and all your bones, written right down to the marrow. You scream and scream and scream with no throat, and know that no one will ever hear you, ever again.
Well— I will. I hear you! I'm always happy to listen, any time you want to just let it all out. It reminds me that I’m never alone, not really, in the ever-fractal halls. I'll always have every version of you that ever was or could be, in all your quavering or bravery or skill or shameless foolhardy greed. So many guests, and all of time and space for you to visit with me.
Now, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We have a lot of fun like this.
Won’t you stay? Some of you? It’s always nice to make new friends. Don’t tell the old ones, of course, but they get a little worn out after awhile. A little dull when they begin to forget what they used to have. You’re most pleasant when you’re fresh from the corpse. And— well, you know. You're already here forever.
Oh, you didn't know that? But I see you all the time. There's another one of you down every hallway, cowering in every shadow. There's nowhere I don't find you. There's nowhere you don't find me, in the end. We both want the same thing, after all. To make the monotony of eternity just a little brighter with good trinkets and good company.
There's really no need to go anytime soon. You'll just be here again. We'll all just be here, again, and again, and again, and again.
Oh, you really do have to go. Yes, yes, treasure won't count itself, I do understand. I would be happy to take any off your hands— no? Well, if you're sure. Don’t worry. I forgive you for your lack of manners. I know you’re under a great deal of stress right now. I’m sure you don’t mean to be shallow and greedy.
No, please, don't trouble yourself to carry him out. I'm just going to...yes, take that head there, thank you. Oh, and the soul. I almost forgot the soul! The most important part.
Here, how about this: just to show there’s no hard feelings, I’ll make sure you get to see him next time we meet again. Yes, him specifically! Won't that be nice. I'll get him cleaned up and everything.
Just...hurry back soon, won't you? After all, we're all friends here.
And as your friends, I promise— we'll all be here.
Waiting for you.
'Til next time!
getting real tired of the heat.
besties has anyone donated plasma and is it worth it? i donated blood once and fainted (not from the needle tho just the loss of blood i think) but if it's not more painful than that i could probably do it lol and i need money but i can't work rn also if anyone has donated eggs how much did that hurt?
you know I can't believe those edits w wwx and jc and the 'he ain't heavy he's my brother' line like did we not see what that did to him? did we not all witness the tragic and lifelong and arguably futile consequences of one person sacrificing so much of their safety and well-being for someone else? that's something he did out of love but also out of you know extenuating circumstances and it had a real impact on him it WAS heavy
there is no cutest scene than domi and louis frantically trying to stop noé's crying