#whenwhenwhen...

[mason-cipher]

Chanting I may be cringe but I am free over and over again as I post this .....

When the.. whenwhen the hyperfixation gets so real u have to make a self insert to be normal ....

,, I've never seen someone like you around here.. yet. You feel familiar in some way. ’’

,, Ya don't say? Haha! Maybe we've met somewhere else before kid. ’’

[unseemingowl]

You know, screaming, crying, throwing up. As you do.

[fandomibatrix]

Every few months I see an ASOIF theory post crop up here, lovingly written and discussed, because for all his faults – GRRM built a nice world... And, then I got to check on google when the next book coming out because I cant help it I need to finish things... and it's the same old clickbait shit... someone give me a REAL update. Please.

Sometimes I feel theres a life lesson in this – some things don't end neatly...

Ok. AO3 here I come.

[crunchycapn]

More milly cuz cuz WHENWHENWHEN

[dantecollt]

stalemate // a QSMP AU     ↳ (n.) a situation in which nothing can change or no action can be taken;

(art by: @EsTorrente)

Everything is eerily… familiar. Colors, voices, places.

The faces… not so much. It shouldn’t be a surprise, not when he can’t even remember his own face. And it doesn’t matter, really. The mask is meant to be the only face they all see, the only face they all need to see, and it offers him some sort of comfort when he wastes precious time thinking too much. Still, it’s a feeling that makes no sense at all but ignoring it is easier, less painful. So he pays it no heed, pretends not to feel the unexplainable nostalgia clinging to his body as if it were an old friend.

He has so much work to do, after all. Observe and report. Rinse and repeat.

It’s simple. Easy.

He’s supposed to keep an eye on the brazilian group. They’re interesting, he’s been told, but unstable.

(A danger to the island and others?? is scribbled somewhere in his first report.)

The brazilians are… chaotic, to put it lightly. Always loud, always overthinking, scheming. Always together, always seeking someone’s company as if they’re afraid to be alone, even for a moment. The blonde one is the loudest of them all. It almost reminds him of someone he can’t remember, of something unnamed, of times that shouldn’t have happened but somehow did, in a lifetime long lost and forgotten. It hurts to think too much, so he doesn’t. He never stays around for longer than necessary, because there’s no reason to linger. In their loudness, they reveal too much about how they feel, what they are planning against the Federation.

He observes and writes everything down. The Federation is happy with his progress.

His office is filled with thousands of pages of writing; he tries to make sense of everything, his own handwriting alien to his own eyes and mind. Did he really write all of this? It must’ve been him. It’s his office, his diaries, his words. Pages upon pages of a life he’s never lived before but still feels too real, of people he’s never met but somehow misses dearly, deep down. It doesn’t make sense. Why would he write any of this? And when? Whenwhenwhen—

(I’m running out of time. fills an entire book.)

He burns everything down, to the last page. The Federation appreciates his cooperation.

The child is the first one to notice him lurking around. It’s a brave one, for sure, approaching him without hesitation. It clings to his pants and stops him from walking away— so he doesn’t. He waits, forever patient, but even when the little thing cries itself to exhaustion, it still refuses to let go of him, small but sharp nails digging deep into the fabric of his uniform, almost close enough to his skin to draw blood.

It’d be a pity to ruin such good clothes, and he has a few minutes to spare. He picks the child up in his arms, allows it to snuggle against his chest. It’s sobbing oh so quietly, its little body shaking and tears not stopping just yet, its arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The warmth is familiar but barely, almost comforting in a way. Something stirs in the back of his mind, in a dark place, like a shadow of memory that shouldn’t even exist because it’s not real. 

Have I done this before? It doesn’t matter.

The children belong in the nest, he’s sure of that. He’s also sure the little thing won’t go there by its own volition, not tonight anyway, not when it’s so distraught and so clingy. It doesn’t matter. It’s a quiet night and there’s no one else around— not even people of the Federation. He can allow himself this one thing, just tonight.

He can’t get inside the nest nor does he want to. The child fusses a bit when he sets it down, but he blows some soap bubbles around them— it’s out of instinct, really, but it seems to cheer the little one up enough. He lets it play with the bubbles until he’s out of soap and he notices the child isn’t crying anymore when he leaves.

He sleeps a bit easier tonight. (He pretends it’s not because of the child.)

The child keeps following him, he notices. It’s hard not to, when the little thing keeps trying to hold his hand or cling to his legs; not just smart but also a stubborn one indeed, one that ignores his futile attempts to keep everyone away. His resistance melts within the first hours and he finds himself walking around the island holding the child’s hand. He doubts anyone of the Federation would complain about it. The little one seems happy. Isn’t that part of his job, too?

The Federation’s rules are clear. Keep them happy. Keep them here.

The warmth is so, so familiar.

I’ve done this before. Why should it matter?

The blonde one corners him in a moment of distraction, takes the child away from his hold with ease, yelling and cursing, as if he’s some kind of menace, as if he has any ill intention. It makes no sense, really. The child fusses and kicks, bites on the blonde’s arm as if that’d be enough for it to make an escape; it isn’t. A small part of him wants to fight too, to grab the child because it’s his, it’s his baby and no one else’s— but he doesn’t move.

Why should he, anyway?

He’s part of the QSMP Census Bureau. He belongs to something else.

“I hope you enjoy the island.”

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[part 2 soon]

[rodolfoparras]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNkKYBD6/

WHAAAAT

WHY DOES THIS NOT HAPPEN IN MY AREA

Getting my shark swim trunks and kt tape and I'm RUNNING

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I JUST KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE THIS TIKTOK AIDIDJDJDJDJDJF idk sugar bee but I want to smash my head in 😔 BC WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE THIS BLESSED WHENWHENWHEN

[lovelylutka]

me when he when he when WHENWHENWHEN

[inland--empire]

When the whenwhenwhen

When

[starriddenmess]

Robots being possessive over me when

[nilloctheorc]

Omg God really? Holy shit! Whenwhenwhen??

When you get a film and a 5th season confirmation in the same year.

[crunchycapn]

Spiderdads? Spiderdads.

That,,that one meme jsjsjs

[ambivartence]

seventeen bias ranking ! (and the ready to love mini album if you want to do both hehe) <3

svt bias ranking: 1. mingyu 2. seungkwan 3. dk 4. hoshi n i think the rest of the order changes by the day tbhsdkfalsdfsf

your choice album ranking: 1. anyone 2. gam3 bo1 3. ready to love 4. heaven's cloud 5. wave 6. same dream same mind same night

> ask game! < ✧ send me a group n i’ll give u my bias ranking or ! ✧ send me an album n i’ll give u my songs ranking ?? 🤲🏻✨

[miimoz]

im already unbearable im sorry for the person i will become when hwan redebuts

[elysianslove]

Oh look it’s you and atsumu😋 no but like it looks like atsumu fr

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cries. sobs dies evaporates disintegrates

[hichhirrrr]

#Word #WhenWhenWhen? (at Kitengela) https://www.instagram.com/p/CajYtfCInbS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[boytouya]

thank you so much!! I just found a few good pics so theyre on your way!!!

NO WHAT THE HELL YOURE SO CUYE I WANNA PINCH YOUR CHEEK AND BRAID YOUR HAIR