#i’m sorry i had to say it

[calliogreenpea]

They twinkified Renfield

[highly-flammable]

Both Michael Bishop and Jordan Elsaas have been fantastically emotive as Jonathan Kent, compared to Jordan’s actor.

[sunflowerharrington]

stwg daily prompt: coffee break monday!

i chose to do the prompt “i couldn’t lose you” but switched it to “i can’t lose her!”

wc: 1053

pov: jason carver (in which vecna may or may not be following him)(so it’s slightly diverging from canon)

i took a scene from an abandoned wip and switched it up a little to fit the prompt 🖤

This can’t be happening. No, this cannot be happening. Chrissy’s… Jason’s mouth opens and closes, he can’t even begin to form words or even remember how to. And then, all of a sudden, he can’t open his mouth anymore.

He can’t blink, can’t move, can’t breathe. Everything’s going so fast and yet moving in slow motion at the same time. His knees buckle in unison with one another, but he can’t fall.

Powell knocks his knuckles against the wooden table, the sound crawling through Jason’s skin, down his spine and his legs. Callahan’s lips are moving but he can’t hear a thing. Ocean waves crash against his eardrums and his head plunges underwater.

“S- so you’re saying she’s gone?” He asks, his own voice making his stomach turn. It comes out more like a strangled sob than coherent words. “No! I- I can’t lose her!”

He braces himself against the table, one hand on each side of it, trying to keep himself still.

The crawling on his skin doesn’t stop, pricking at him, but maybe the crawling isn’t even crawling. It’s the slight sparkle in Phil Callahan’s eye burning Jason’s skin. His loud, clear voice sends Jason’s heart into overdrive. Even though Phil’s calmer than he should be, there’s something else, something unspoken, that’s making Jason want to run for the hills.

“What do I do now?” He whispers to himself, his voice shaking more than a broken roller coaster. Jason doesn’t know what to do.

Without Chrissy, he is nothing.

As much as he wants to, he can’t escape from this. His safety blanket is too far away to crawl into, it’s at home, and his other safety net, Chrissy, is gone. He has nothing to protect himself from this.

“I need to get some air. Can I, please?” He asks Callahan, who lets the shattered boy leave the room for a moment.

He’s definitely lightheaded, his heart roaring at him to run and never look back. If he keeps running, her death won’t catch up to him, meaning it’ll never sink in. That’s good, right? Right?

And so he does, he runs and runs until he’s oustide another familiar spot in Hawkins.

He’s home now, well, in his house. He’s not at home. Home is in Chrissy’s embrace…

“Why the fuck are you getting so upset over this?” Andy shouts after him, running towards him to catch up as Jason gets to his front porch. “I thought you didn’t even care about her!”

Jason slams the door in Andy’s face just as they met in the doorway. A gust of wind awakening goosebumps on his arms. He kicks stones with his trainer as he turns to walk back into the living room, but his feet stop, even as he tries to move. Almost immediately, salt attacks his eyes, breaking through the dam so the floodgates can open. He reaches out to find his confidence, but his hands are trembling so much he can’t keep a hold of it.

The faint tick, tick, tick of a clock rings in his ears, disrupting the silence, each tick louder than the last, almost like a warning, almost as loud as his heart pounding in his head. He wants to reach up and cover his ears, but his arms stay rigid by his sides, and his fingers all but twitch. He looks down, only with his eyes, as his head stays put. Jason’s breath shakes, slowing down before shooting back up, so heavy his attempt at breathing is louder than the ticking clock.

He coughs loud, forcing his mouth open so it can be easier to breathe. But it’s not. If anything, he’s only made it worse. He’s screaming, but no sound comes out. He can’t wake up from the nightmare.

The ticking fills every inch, every groove and every cell in his brain, echoing in his ears, protruding through his eyes with a sharp sting. Burning creeps up his spine, around his neck and into his mouth, travelling down his throat to set his heart on fire. He tries to scream again, but as before, no sound comes out. There’s something caught in his throat, and yet… there’s nothing physically there.

Jason’s breath falters as he gasps, the ticking and his desperate attempt at breathing getting louder and louder, threatening to rupture his eardrums. Blood soars through his veins at lightning speed, and his tear-soaked skin stings along with his eyes as he tries to force his eyelids down so he can blink. His eyes are heavy, wanting to close, but they can’t. And nothing happens. His brain is simply refusing to work.

Invisible hands run from the sides of his knees up to his hips, leaving a trail of that nightmare up them, leading to his stomach, and it drops as his heart leaps into her throat.

The hallway expands, stretching for eternity, the paintings on the walls ripping apart, the family portraits now in shreds. Jason’s throat squeaks and his chest heaves as he watches his own face in the family portrait expand and rip, unable to move to make it stop. Why won’t it stop? Is this the satanic game playing games with him?!

Make it stop!

His wide eyes stare into the distance, straining them to watch the door handle, waiting for someone to come save him. Too paralyzed to save himself, only able to touch the darkness and fear.

Is this because Chrissy…? But she can’t be gone. Without knowing if she’s dead or not he can’t be sure if she’s gone until he sees her. But she should be fine. He prayed every night for Chrissy, pleaded with God to keep her safer than he ever could. It’s a scary world out there, and even though he’s done everything in his power to keep her away from danger… something got her, and she’s injured, on death’s doorstep as far as he’s aware.

God didn’t keep her safe like he said he would, like Jason had asked him to… Meaning, Gods are not real, and he spent his entire life worshipping something that was never there. But that doesn’t mean the Devil doesn’t exist. He does. He took Chrissy. And Jason will do everything in his power to find Satan and break his fucking neck for killing his girlfriend.

[hitmeupaep]

misha finally posted hole!!! god is great

[truegoist]

i like nice guys. guys who can respect others’ opinions unless they are stupid in which he can go crazy….. now thinking about it, i don’t really have an ideal type

nice guys finish last 😔🖤

[petalharbor]

[batfeces]

carrie brownstein is so incredibly hot do you guys understand

[jeremyfrail]

Bob looks nice with that scruff

[esp3onsol]

[euphoricfilter]

Yeah vibe is a normal pop song. eh. Chorus lyric a lil catchy. (ugh) I don't like the high synth in the chorus though. Jimin is the only thing I care about and like in this song. He sounded good and there was a lil variety in his range. Good dancing. The flashes of skin while he's dancing omg!

I forgot how cringe pop love song lyrics can get omg...And the mv feels pretty boring, bare bones, and forgettable besides the dancing parts with Jimin bc JIMIN. (even when it's Jimin's parts to sing. There is barely anything going on in the background. Best excuse I can give is lower budget or that's the choice. but I don't like it idk hm)

-🖤

i give it like a 5/10 just because jimin’s in it, it won’t be added to my playlist though

i smiled when they finally showed jimin though 🫶 he’s so pretty sexy lovely cool AND HIS SUIT JACKET WOTHOUT A SHIRT ON tell me why i was giggling

i just wanna see the choreo in full cuz i heard bailey sok did it and she’s so so so good, it’ll be interesting to see how jimin adapted to her style. i’m kinda sad we didn’t get to see much dancing in the mv

the mv as whole was just 😐 idk it was okay

anyways jimin carried and i love him a lot and he’s so cool

[tav-marcio-leles]

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

Edit: I used the word punish loosely, as in, toxic/abusive people will take any small mistake or action and twist it into something they can take advantage of. This post was also largely from the stand point of a toxic deity rather than a toxic partner, but both takes are valid here. Especially with the, “you didn’t stay compliant so now I’m giving you the silent treatment” part of it—from a god and a partner perspective.

[cinnamonrollsledge]

Masters of the Air + Text Posts & Headlines Screencaps from @itstheheebiejeebies

[gayforbagels]

Pouring one out for Afghanistan and Anguilla and Antigua and Aoteoroa and Barbuda and Australia and the Bahamas and Bahrain and Bangladesh and Barbados and Belize and Bermuda and Botswana and Brazil and Brunei and Canada and the Cayman Islands and Cornwall and Cyprus and Dominica and Egypt and the Islas Malvinas and Fiji and Gambia and Georgia (the country) and Ghana and Gibraltar and Grenada and Guyana and Hong Kong and India and Iraq and Ireland and Jamaica and Jordan and Kenya and Kiribati and Kuwait and Lesotho and Malawi and Malaysia and Maldives and Malta and Mauritius and Montserrat and Myanmar and Nauru and Nigeria and Pakistan and Palestine and the Pitcairn Islands and Qatar and St Lucia and Saint Kitts and Nevis and Saint Helena and Ascension and Tristan da Cunha and St Vincent and Grenadina and Scotland and Seychelles and Sierra Leone and Singapore and the Solomon islands and Somaliland and South Africa and Sri Lanka and Sudan and Swaziland and Tanzania and Tonga and Trinidad and Tobago and Turks and Caicos and Tuvalu and Uganda and United Arab Emirates and United States and Vanuatu and Wales and Yemen and Zambia and Zimbabwe tonight

[stuckinapril]

used to daydream about fairytale reconciliations after pretty much every platonic or romantic fallout i ever had, but sometimes it’s healthier to just accept that someone will never own up bc they don’t think you’re worth the trouble. anyone who truly cares would move mountains just to make sure that they communicate w you if they truly want to rectify the situation. but sometimes it’s their ego getting in the way, sometimes they have a narrative of you in their head they’re determined not to break, and sometimes they just don’t care enough about you to even consider it. they don’t have respect for the friendship or relationship in its posthumous state bc it was nothing to them, or at the very least it doesn’t eclipse their pride or their desire to appear correct in a situation or just outright the need to be done w the situation rather than be a good person. still guilty of this but i’ve been getting better at just nipping the delusion in the bud and just being okay w accepting that someone truly does not care. until they prove they do that is the assumption i go w every time. and it is saving me a lot of heartache

[riveluart]

His lazy ass got up at like dawn to walk her to and from the village gates there is no way these two didn’t tease the hell out of him

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

Max: Can I have my hoodie back?

Charles: Can I have my virginity back?

Checo: Can you two please do this in private?