#hellishere

[bonbonvadeboncoere]

TEA TIME || @edenxmonroe

Joon had been up for what felt like days. He had everything prepared and ready for the festival, he just couldn't wait to see it all come to be. Festival season was his favorite. He loved to people watch, to see what everyone made or did special for it.

He took a break to get out and go get himself a cup of coffee, not that he needed the caffeine, but just craving the taste. Joon was in line in front the blond, smiling at her when he turned around, just looking at everything going on. This was like Christmas for him.

"Hey! Have you seen anything fun yet?"

[thedespicableblog]

We finally met. Congratulations on the new Naraka album and thanks for signing it for me! See you again soon bro! #Naraka #HellIsHere #Thailand #ThaiDeathMetal #DeathMetal #InVein #HereticAngels #Neverland #drummer #guitarist #bassist #vocalist #musician #Mayhem #LiveInBangkok #ThalassicRitualAsiaTour2023 #MrFoxLiveHouse #Bangkok #AugustDila (at Mr.FOX TOKEN) https://www.instagram.com/p/CobqQ4apTol/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[angstfactory]

OPEN STARTER: #HELLISHERE

HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! You're so pathetic, he couldn't wait to get away! HAHAHA!

"Get out -- GET OUT --" Any control Aiden still had of himself, was tenuous at best. The man could hardly push out the barrage of negative thoughts, each one preying on fresh open wounds he hadn't even begun to try and heal from. Whatever got inside, whatever trying to take him-- it knew of all that, it knew ways to break him down in the hopes he would be too weak to fight against the possession anymore.

But oh, was he trying. Perhaps the only tether left to keep his sanity that moonlight ring on his right hand, specially designed to maintain the werewolf's often volatile emotions. The man stumbled past others, sweat licking at his brow. A cough escaping now and then, as the smoke billowed in over the town square. So much was going on, it made things all the more difficult to keep hold of himself.

Oh come on, you're a killer, aren't you? Even your own family didn't stand a chance. What else are you holding onto? There's nothing. There's nobody. You're alone. YOU'RE ALONE! Old, alone, done for!

Suddenly, Aiden's entire body seized up -- like some puppet on a string -- and he flung forward, crashing through the window of one of the shops. Inside, he was pushed into racks right and left, things coming off the counters and shelves, breaking and smashing. To an outsider, it would look very much like Aiden himself was intentionally rampaging through the store like some wild animal, destroying everything in sight. He grabbed the end of one shelf and gave a vicious yank-- his wolf strength causing it fling across the floor and knock over several other shelves, glass items shattering. Stomping over things, he ran back outside, this time straight for a brick wall. Aiden landed hard against it, grunting in pain as he slid down and held himself, threat of tears stinging his eyes -- though it wasn't necessarily from the physical pain of it all.

He could hear someone approach and Aiden's face turned in their direction, hardly seeing. "Stop-- get.. get away from me," the man begged in soft pants, for their sake. What little faith he'd had built in himself in these past two years... it was quickly fading. He didn't believe he could hold on, and God help anyone nearby.

[andysciazkoart]

Lady Krampus 👸👹💀🎄 . . . #ghostsofchristmaschallenge #krampusart #krampusnacht #darksurrealism #baphometart #darkwork #blackworkillustration #pencilportrait #occult #witchesofinstagram🔮🌙 #magick #scarystories #hellishere #andysciazkoart https://www.instagram.com/p/B5vr1DcA2EZ/?igshid=1achua78fewcn

[etzesketch]

This is some edgy stuff folks // #etzesketch #scoutetzart #hellishere #angel #sorryfornotposting #imnotdead #digital https://www.instagram.com/p/B34UET-gRLI/?igshid=1or8lk9ndnx2q

[livingthatwhiskeylife]

an appropriate throw back. #cooloff #hellishere #digitalart (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEzuiv4DHLf/?igshid=19p4pdgd4h6vt

[existential-limbo]

⚔ HIDE ⚔ @hide_music ⚔ __big inspo__ ____________________ #AboutLastNight #phoenix #phoenixaz #hide #hidemusic #hell #hellishere #punk #punkrock #industrial #gothic #noise #electronica #electro #electroindustrial #livemusic #supportlivemusic #bands #inspo #nightlife #clubkid (at The Lunchbox) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4_FUF6hklw/?igshid=1t3w4lnn4lllq

[ummusolehah]

Eyebag sekilo. Pipi dua kilo. 😁#hellishere #HOship #ineedfood

[imancreativos]

HELL IS HERE! Chile es un país de desastres naturales por montón y nuestros gobernantes prefieren llenarse los bolsillos en vez de destinar fondos a la prevención, menos para la solución. No podemos seguir esperando a que se quemen nuestras casas y el diablo está aún suelto! Ante tanta inoperancia pido que recen según la creencia que tengan, por nuestro país y que también depositen en las cuentas disponibles si no están cerca de los centro de acopio o de vacaciones como yo. El incendio está llegando a la costa de la VII región y el clima no nos está ayudando. NO HAY EXCUSAS #prayforchile #hellishere #aguantemaulinos #apoyolonacional #depositenya #chilesequema #ayudainternacional

[vivithefolle]

In honor of The King’s birthday,  I’ve decided to share some of my favourite lines in fanfiction about him.

Here we go folks - Ron Weasley appreciation galore! <3

Let’s start with three drabbles that are just too good in their entirety to chop up, and then the big ones...

you can climb a ladder up to the sun, by acrosticacrumpet

Brilliant, by @emullz

Blue, by IamShadow21

Hermione watched him, their hands still connected at the fingertips. A heat spread through her chest that had nothing to do with summer, and she found herself just as satisfied as he was. She couldn’t draw her attention away from him. A fire could have started and she wouldn’t have noticed it, because his brightness was more illuminant than any other. She’d found herself staring at him several times through the course of Hogwarts, but normally she’d look down when he sensed her gaze, and met her eyes; she found no reason to look away this time. Ever so present in the years previous, she never truly appreciated what he brought to the group. She might have been the moon, intelligent and full of wonder, and Harry might have been the Earth, inhabited yet left unexplored, but Ron was the sun. He was warm and radiating, a constant, and they both needed him in their own way; they just didn’t realize it. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. You never fully understand the sun’s importance until it doesn’t rise in the morning. His smile was a gust of wind in stagnant Spanish heat. It was something she couldn’t get enough of, something she wouldn’t let go. 

- Lively, by LesserPrincess

I have always wondered if one could connect all of Ron's freckles and make some kind of pattern, like a star constellation. I actually tried to once when he had fallen asleep. I stood there and looked at his chest; I looked and counted, and tried to arrange and rearrange, but eventually I just determined that Ron has as many freckles as the sky has stars. His stars just manage to glow even when the Sun is out, and with that hair, he carries the Sun with him, anyway. 

- Hatred, by earth_dragon

It was a strange sofa, long and broad with a checkered blue and green cover. She’d never been at a dinner party here without hearing somebody commenting on it, and she herself had questioned Ron’s judgement when she’d first seen it. Her first thought had been that it was a hideous creation, and she’d told him as much. But Ron had just smiled and patted the sofa, looking like a proud father. “I know it’s awful”, he’d said. “Even the shop-keeper tried to talk me out of buying it, and that says something.” He’d paused, hand resting on the armrest, before continuing. “But I just couldn’t leave it here. I figured that if I didn’t buy it, then nobody else would either, and the thought of it standing there in the shop all alone…” He’d shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know that if I were a sofa, and looked like that, then I’d wish for someone to look beyond my godawful exterior and take time to notice my wonderful personality.”

And after having heard those words Hermione could do little but love the poor, tacky sofa.

- Caught in the Fire, by Penny-in-the-sky

Bemused, he watched Ron, disheveled, half-dressed, slip and slide clumsily on the comics strewn across the floor as he made his way over to his dresser.  There’s something terribly sweet and vulnerable about him, Harry thought.

Just look at him, he thought, sliding his hand from Ron’s face to his hair.  At the bright bright hair… at the freckles that make him look like a kid.   At the way his top lip curves and the bottom one pouts.  Has it really taken me five years to see him?  See how… perfect he is?

- Proxy, by Mathilda Bishop

Hermione crept across the darkened room, her bare feet silenced by the plush beige carpeting. A single strip of moonlight filtered through the open window, illuminating the sight in front of her.

Ron. 

He was sprawled across the bed, wearing only a pair of blue striped boxer shorts. She smiled as she approached him, taking in his thin frame, his pale, freckled skin.  He had never been, nor would he ever be broad and muscular. She liked him the way he was: slim, toned, and absolutely gorgeous. 

- Sleeping Arrangements, by willowwand

Everytime [Ron] had to lift his arms above shoulder level the hem of whatever he was wearing would display a glimpse of belly, a flash of back or sometimes underwear, and when [Hermione] was really lucky she got to indulge in the protruding hipbones sliding free of his waistband.

His torso was very long but his waist so very narrow. Her hands weren’t that big but sometimes she felt sure she could place her hands on his waist and get her fingers to meet at his back.

His body fascinated her. He wasn’t scrawny, there was nothing unpleasant to look at regarding his body at all, but his proportions were so otherworldly. It was as if he had been designed by an artist, a sculptor, who extended the perfect muscular male form onto an elegant frame and stretched and tightened it into a lean giraffe of a man.

- From the Clutter to the Stars, by Solstice Muse

Hermione held her breath and tried to choke back the sobs that were threatening to destroy her. Everything was falling into place, horribly, horribly into place... This was why Ron, with his brilliant strategical mind, had never planned - he had. He had planned to fight until it killed him, and that didn't really leave much space for a career. This was the reason he lounged about and ate far too much cake and didn't bother with school work unless it was a practical exam. Even Quidditch suddenly swung into horrible focus - what does a Keeper do? He uses his own body to protect the goal... and she knew he'd done that... seen him move, reposition himself so that he was blocking her and Harry from potential spell blasts... and she always felt safer with him there...

- Expectations, by Alternatively

“Why do you keep playing him?” Hermione asked.

“It’s the best way to get better. Doesn’t make it any less annoying when he keeps hammering me.” Harry grumbled. Ron simply sat there with a smug look on his face.

It was almost as if he was more at home on a chessboard than anywhere else.

- Regret, by HellIsHere

Hermione’s instinct was to scoff, but the sincerity in his eyes overwhelmed her. She swallowed, feeling as though she couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. Bugger quidditch, this was what drew her to Ron. He had such a big heart, and he wore it on his sleeve - and while she knew things sometimes got garbled on the way to his mouth, when he believed something strongly, she could trust in every word.

- Lucky Man, by @idearlylovealaugh

This time though, Hermione doesn’t feel like [Harry] can do something about it, and the worst part is that she’s starting thinking she wouldn’t be able herself either because it’s been long time since they both learnt Ronald Weasley works better when he’s the one saving himself, when he gets to fix himself alone and finds the best way to keep going despite all the wrong he did before. He’s his own anchor and that’s what she loves the most about him.

But under those rough, strong and solid layers there’s softness, and gentle touches and sweet words whispered against her skin when her body aches for how much it craves his warmth. Ron Weasley is the last slice of cake left on the table that he selflessly gives to you despite the hugeness of his gluttony; he’s the wide smile on her neck when he places wet kisses on it and tickles her at the same time because he’s insatiable of her laughter. He’s goodness, and hidden grace and everything between.

How can this turn out to be a weak point on people?

- Life In Death, by my_inked_asterism

It was just that [Hermione's] way would take much, much longer. She didn't know Harry's emotional situation like Ron did. Because - although Hermione was typically better at noticing feelings - when Ron applied his personal understanding of the human condition, he came away with a deeper set of realizations than most. Where Hermione recognized emotion with a clinical, academic approach, Ron came up with personal, informal reasoning with which he could comprehend emotion and help others comprehend it in return.

- Coping, by Mir Queen

Somewhere in the vast jumble of her thoughts, she heard Ron ask, “Why do you like me?”

Only Ron—sweet, self-deprecating Ron—would ask that question.  Ron, who allowed a giant chess piece to beat him over the head, chased after gigantic spiders for her, and stood up on a broken leg to defend Harry against Sirius Black.  Ron, who sold his most valuable possession for her.  Ron, whose red hair, freckles, and smiling lips were maddeningly adorable.  Her voice was shaky as she answered, “Because...”  She wasn’t done yet, but he kissed the corner of her mouth and distracted her momentarily.  “Because you are the most likely person to ask that question...” There was more to say, but he was irresistible.  She stole another kiss and continued, “... and the person with the least reason to ask it.”

They looked at each other and smiled. This was nice—being able to stare at someone openly for no reason—even if he was across the sofa.  She could study him freely, flushing with the knowledge that he was doing the same. He had his father’s eyes, as did Ginny. He, like the twins, had Mrs. Weasley’s thick hair. He and Percy shared Mr. Weasley’s long nose. He had Mr. Weasley’s smile. Beyond his physical appearance, though, she could see other traces of his family in him—Percy’s masked insecurity, the twins’ mischief, his mother’s temper, his father’s earnestness, his older brothers’ rumoured intelligence, and Ginny’s consideration and sweetness.

But this was what people had been doing to him all his life, wasn’t it? Comparing him to the other members of his family? "Is he going to play Quidditch as well as his brothers?" "Is he going to be Head Boy?" "Is he going to get as many O.W.L.s?" He was "another Weasley". Oh, but he was so much more than that! He didn’t know it, though, did he?

“I wanted to say thanks for being my friend,” Harry shrugged.  Ron felt his face and neck grow warm... but something in his chest did as well.  It was a nice feeling.  He couldn’t make himself speak, however, and was grateful when Harry continued, “You were my first friend, and... well, you’re my favourite person in the world, you know.  Every day, I wish I could have my parents back, but, erm... losing you would be worse than not having them, in a way, because I never knew them, and I don’t think I could do without you.”

Utterly dumbfounded, Ron could only stand there with his mouth hanging open. Harry really thought that it would be worse to lose him now than it had been to have no parents for fourteen years? He was more important to Harry than any other person?  The magnitude of Harry’s stumbling speech almost made Ron take a step backwards.  He was aware that he had made some kind of noise in his throat, which Harry evidently took as a response.

“I’m really... and anyone who has you for a friend... and Hermione, because you care about her so much... I mean, lucky.”

Ron caught the meaning of Harry’s rambling words and continued to stand in the doorway numbly.  “Thanks,” he replied. “You too.” With that, he hurried from the room, his mind a strange whirl of awkwardness and pleasure.    

- Finding Lily, by DeeDee

[onelifegame]

If you still clueless and didn't know hell is right here on Earth humans not in the book not underground right here you wake up to the s*** everyday the poverty the #racism the deaf the murders the disease it's all around you hell is right here for u and me. #hellonearth #religion #depression #suicide #REALITY #poverty #hell #hellishere #demons www.Onelifegame.Blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CFJA_VUF1a7/?igshid=1uerj1wylxcwo

[rat-baby-brand]

#antisocialclub 4 eva! #hellishere #hellisotherpeoplespeople .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ #antisocial #antisociallife #hermit #ihateeveryone #iwanttoleave #seeyanever #imout

[wildchildtribe-blog]

" For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us." (CB) Photo & Edition: @claraorh || Model: @iamnancythompson || Chain Mask & Harness: @wildchild_tribe by @bea_vazkez #killwar #stoppain #stopwars #sorrow #hellishere #iseehumansbutnohumanity #wildchildtribe #startarevolution #revolution

[andysciazkoart]

Hell is Here: the fawns . . 👹💀👹 (side note: super stoked for the new release from @fawnlimbsnoise 🤘) . . #witchyvibes #occultart #oddities #fawn #creepyaf #scaryart #horrorart #demonic #darkartist #baphomet #halloween🎃 #halloweeneve #scarystories #horrorillustration #artistsonig #hellishere #andysciazkoart #horrorgram #creepycute #monsterlove #andysciazkoart #witchtober #inktober https://www.instagram.com/p/BphtObbh4CA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1p53deh76h38w

[midagedpoetry]

Here. . . . . . #globalpoetcult #igpoets #instapoem #instapoet #instapoetry #poem #poems #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poets #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #spilledink #spokenword #wordporn #words #write #writer #writers #writerscommunity #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #hellishere View on Instagram