#pulsed

[brianshoe]

Commander Sarah Chen drifted in the void, her suit's chronometer marking humanity's final hour. The last star – a dim red dwarf they'd named "Twilight" – pulsed weakly ahead, its dying light barely illuminating her visor. Billions of years had passed since Earth; civilizations had risen and fallen across countless galaxies. Now, she alone remained, chosen to witness the universe's last breath. The star flickered once, twice, then darkness deeper than imagination engulfed everything. In her visor's reflection, she caught a glimpse of something impossible – a tiny spark of light, not dying but being born. Perhaps this wasn't the end after all, but a beginning she'd never understand.

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[malenjoyer]

WE'RE SO BACK

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny did his best to ignore the person trying to wake him, but they were annoyingly persistent. After a wave of "Hey"s, "Get up"s, "You can't be here"s and one muttered, "How did you get in here?" Danny finally opened his eyes to see a boy about the same age as him staring while holding up the lid to Danny's casket.

He had thought he was done being woken up after he successfully escaped his superhero responsibilities by running away from Amity, "Am I just not allowed to rest in peace?"

"Not when it's in our attic."

The ghost boy scoffed, "Shouldn't have a casket in here if you didn't want to risk something crawling in."

The guy stared at him for a long moment before Danny decided he had enough and yanked the casket closed again, this time making sure to seal it shut with ice on the inside.

"Hey!"

The ghost rolled over with a huff, determined to ignore him.

Unfortunately, he underestimated how nosey this family could be...

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Fun fact 1: Antidepressants, ADHD medication, and being autistic can all cause a person to have a lower tolerance to heat

Fun fact 2: Heat can make your heart beat faster as it attempts to cool your body down

If your chest starts to feel weird, you feel dizzy, nauseous, or are having panicky sensations without necessarily being anxious, try to find somewhere to sit and cool down, ideally with a cold drink (and let someone know if you can). Heat sensitivity is no joke.

[ihavedeclaredwaronthemoonxx]

this post is basically just hunch curio

[miwtual]

ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

[jaboody]

Super Shadow in Sonic the Hedgehog 3 (2024)

[goryhorroor]

“2000s horror movies had to adapt rapidly in the new decade. by 2005, the horror genre was as popular as ever. horror films routinely topped the box office, yielding an above-average gross on below-average costs. it seems that audiences wanted a good, group scare as a form of escapism.”

[alivedean]

[queerazonbooks]

Today we remember the 49 lives lost and countless others forever changed on June 12, 2016, at Pulse nightclub in Orlando. What was meant to be a night of joy, music, and pride became one of unimaginable tragedy.

We honor the memory of those we lost—most of them young, queer, and Latinx—and we stand with the survivors, the families, and the community still healing.

Let this day be a reminder: queer joy is powerful, queer spaces are sacred, and love must always outshine hate.

[zanephillips]

GERARDO CELASCO Pulse 1.05 "Nothing Personal"

[soap-ify]

simon has a habit of feeling your pulse whenever you’re beside him. his thumb is always gently caressing your wrist, feeling the soft pulse underneath. he even brings your hand up to his face, pressing chaste kisses on your wrist while you giggle at the ticklish feel.

it’s comforting to him, a reminder that you’re safe and alive. sometimes he even just lays his head down on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, memorising the gentle thumps, ingraining them into his brain so he can forever keep your heartbeat within his heart — make you his heartbeat and his breath.

“s’my favourite sound, y’know.” he groggily said one afternoon, both of you lazing around on the bed, his head gently resting on your chest while your fingers soothingly scratched his scalp.

“what sound?” you asked quietly.

“your heartbeat, love.” his brown eyes met yours, filled with undying love. “calms me down.”

and it was true. it was a melody unlike anything else to him.

[ink-the-artist]

Creature of Light lithograph