#hyperfixations are a bitch

[literatus-ao3]

[bougiebutchbitch]

comic concept from popular fandom that loads of people are interested in: this does not bring joy

comic concept from far less popular fandom that WAY fewer people are interested in: this one brings joy?????

why, brain. every time.

[disast3rtransp0rt]

I am freaking out a little cause 2 of my hyperfixations are coming out with new content soon and I don't know how either of them are going to end and I hate that so much.

There is not enough emotional wellbeing in this tired little body for anything to go wrong and yet I know for a fact that it will because both Disney and the Duffer Bros fucking hate anyone having a good time.

[yellowistheraddest]

our favourite wine mom nailing awful pictures on her wall at 3am <3

and the culprit of the allegations becoming true:

[vanadisvalentine]

i think i cured my rwby brainrot with spiderverse and three houses (again)

thank god because it was urging me to seek out discussion regarding the show and that's rarely a good idea

now i just need some danganronpa brainrot to motivate me to keep writing the fic that gets the good numbers hahaaaaaaa

[wummbo]

This took waaaay longer than it looks…. Ha 🥹

[carriewhiteislove]

“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” well you know what?? i can project onto him

[doodles-dearest]

are you thinking about how ruths fantasising about life as a 40 year old mother because that mother wouldve lived a life. wouldve been a star at some point. but now shes dimmed and caved in.

and ruth feels like she already got to that part. shes only a teenager but she thinks shes there already. she reached her peak long ago, but she can fantasise about a life lived to the fullest before plateauing like she feels she already has. and considering what follows her song, shes right.

she peaked before she ever got a chance to live.

i used to dance.

...i used to dance.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

KLSADJFKA;FSJASKLFJAKLFD; I'm choking kfljsadfja;lf Tagaka's face TT0TT

"Ok, well, damn. Calm the fuck down. "

[defective-and-effective]

if it’s not hurting you or anyone around you and it brings you a sense of peace or joy it’s not silly. it’s not stupid. it’s not annoying. it’s as necessary as the blood in your veins, and im grateful that you have it

[niightfiend]

Some more Midas and Montague <3

[spinjitsuburst]

why aren’t there more concepts around the overlord being absolutely terrifying. horror-movie level eldritch being. the embodiment of DARKNESS and EVIL ITSELF should be a terrifying entity not only psychologically but also physically

[stonerundump]

CECIL SWEEP

[luck-of-the-drawings]

my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.

[gazspookiebear]

No thoughts, just arm wrestling with Ghost

You wanted Ghost's attention. There was no denying it- he was too enticing to let him slip through your fingers. You wanted, just once, to feel him.

You were purposefully being an arrogant and cocky prick all day, telling anyone who would listen to you (and those who didn't) that you could easily beat Ghost in an arm wrestling match.

Of course, Ghost caught wind of it, but he brushed it off. After all, there were tons of clueless rookies who talked shit when they didn't know who exactly they were facing.

Unfortunately for Ghost, it kept happening. First time he heard you yapping was during training. Then when Soap was laughing and telling him about some dumb comment you made earlier. A few times after that throughout the next few days, and finally, you had the nerve to say it to his face.

"You couldn't beat me, " you announced mockingly

"Mmh. Let's put that to the test, mate."

You were nervous. You hadn't expected him to agree to it in all honesty. Not that you would back down now.

Sitting down at the table, you had gathered quite a crowd. Who would want to watch some rookie get slammed by the Ghost? Everyone, apparently.

You readied your elbow on the table. On the opposite side, Ghost did the same. You took in a small gasp of air, nerves now getting the best of you. This was a horrible idea, wasn't it? You vaguely hear someone count down and yell "start", causing you to clasp your hand with Ghost's and start pushing with all your might.

Holy shit. He was hardly struggling- the both of your arms staying firmly in the center. You looked up for a second to try and gage his expression, only to be met with his eyes already staring into you.

It was like all the air was torn from your lungs- you might as well have forgotten how to breathe.

You couldn't deny it, his eyes were absolutely gorgeous. Weary and calculated brown eyes staring into your own, an odd softness to them.

He still hadn't beat you. He easily could, you were never a match for him.

But maybe, just maybe-

-he wanted to hold your hand, too.

[moodyjazzyblues]

i love doodling little guys at family gatherings