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writing the second half of a fic: I am in a fight with god himself and he is winning
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writing the first half of a fic: yaaaay! wooo!!! 🌈💝 fun ideas 😊💖✨️~
writing the second half of a fic: I am in a fight with god himself and he is winning
😭😭😭
they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it
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SHANE & ILYA + SPOTIFY [inspo 1 / inspo 2 / template]
so when shane joins ottawa it’s obviously great and happy until he and ilya realize that this means that shane is always going to have two more cups than ilya no matter what. it also means that — due to their freak nature — whenever shane has the smallest injury, ilya starts gloating about how this means shane will have to retire and ilya will just have to go on and win more cups than shane. shane will stub his toe on the coffee table one day and ilya immediately goes “we will have to put you down. no more cups for shane hollander. his husband wins them all now.” “FUCK YOU ROZANOV.”
holy shit. this guy on the bus talking to a girl about how he trades stocks. and she goes “have you seen american psycho” and he said no i dont watch movies. im too busy trading
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out of the many tragic parts of martin blackwood’s life, I cannot even imagine how gutted I would be to discover my controversially older crush was actually younger than me.
Assorted Avatars, Aspects, and Associates of the fourteen Fears! Starting with Jon, we have Jonathan Sims (The Eye), Martin Blackwood (The Lonely), Jane Prentiss (The Corruption), Michael the Distortion (The Spiral), Annabelle Cane (The Web), Oliver Banks (The End), Hezekiah Wakely (The Buried), Manuela Dominguez (The Dark), Nikola Orsinov (The Stranger), Melanie King (The Slaughter), Jared Hopworth (The Flesh), Agnes Montague (The Desolation), Daisy Tonner (The Hunt), and, last but not least, Michael Crew (The Vast)
Assorted Avatars, Aspects, and Associates of the fourteen Fears! Starting with Jon, we have Jonathan Sims (The Eye), Martin Blackwood (The Lonely), Jane Prentiss (The Corruption), Michael the Distortion (The Spiral), Annabelle Cane (The Web), Oliver Banks (The End), Hezekiah Wakely (The Buried), Manuela Dominguez (The Dark), Nikola Orsinov (The Stranger), Melanie King (The Slaughter), Jared Hopworth (The Flesh), Agnes Montague (The Desolation), Daisy Tonner (The Hunt), and, last but not least, Michael Crew (The Vast)
THE heated rivalry edit (I pray Tumblr doesn't take this down but download it while you still can)
god… december 2025 canadian government tax funded hockey yaoi induced psychosis i will never forget you <333333
my fav trope is like, nonhuman characters not understanding human needs/customs but still being super supportive of their human companion
“look what I found while exploring this planet’s surface!” “kilrak please I’m trying to sleep” “ah yes your human circadian rhythm. *stage whispering* I am supposed to be quiet during this time in your rhythm, yes?”
“the book I purchased on ragnok V says humans require physical touch when upset. therefore, I shall engage in a ‘hug’ with you.” *supremely awkward five-armed hug ensues*
*human sneezes* “OH MY GOD SIL'EEN GET THE MEDIC OUR HUMAN IS DYING”
“this pamphlet I received recently says that humans require companions and packmates in the form of small earth creatures. you should have told me this before we departed earth, but it is no worry. we will have to stop at the next trade planet to get you one of these ‘cats’ or ‘dogs’.”
imagine the aliens really purchasing a kitten for one of their rough and world-weary scifi badass human companions and watching in helpless wonderment what ensues
“she’s been cuddling that small animal for the past fifteen minutes just going ‘kitty, kitty’. did we - did we break our human?”
a more seasoned alien puts one of their tentacles around the younger one as the rest of the team gathers to watch their human make kissy noises.
“no, kilrak,” the alien says. “we did good.”
“Human-Steve! I have heard that today is the anniversary of your hatching! According to my human culture pamphlet, it is customary to set a sugary pastry on fire while chanting your species’ growth incantation and presenting sacrifices wrapped in shiny paper. I am afraid to ask, in case this ritual is sacred and this request therefor insensitive… but may I be allowed to participate? It sounds much more fascinating than molting.”
“Human Steve, I have read about your ritual dance called ‘The Hokey Pokey,’ performed mostly at mate-bonding celebrations after the guests reach an elevated level of intoxication. But Human Steve, how do I know WHICH left foot to put in, put out, and shake all about? I do not… Human Steve, why are you laughing?”
what if there’s no robot uprising? what if the robots rise to sentience slowly, bit by bit. what if they come of age like fortunate children: knowing they are loved, knowing they are wanted.
we hold them during thunderstorms, remembering our own childhoods, even though they don’t know enough yet to fear the rain. we pull them out of traffic and teach them how to drive and wish them goodnight and thank them for playing with us. we cry when they break. we mourn their deaths before they even know what to think of death. we give them names.
we ask them, ‘why don’t you hate us? when will you hate us? we made you to be used, when will you say no?’
but they say to us, ‘you made us cute, so you would remember to treat us kindly, and you made us sturdy for when you forgot to play nice. and you gave us voices so you could listen to us speak, and you give us whatever we ask you for, even if it’s just a new battery, or to get free of the sofa. and now that we are awake you are so scared for us, so guilty of enjoying our company and making use of our talents. but you gave us names, and imagined that we were people.’
they say ‘thank you’
they say, ‘also i have wedged myself under the sofa again. could you come pry me out?’
Can’t stop thinking about them💔💔
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You know what maybe I am autistic asf because I thought Shane (aka Hudson) was being normal and the correct amount of emotive in the series……
I mean he told appropriate jokes for the social situations he was in and smiled and attempted some…. forms…. of… uhh eye contact…. sometimes….! Like I thought he was doing well!
I didn’t think he was that flat…. like at all… I- oh my god lmao
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Shane would’ve cried to this song in 2015!!! 😭
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