#This is from august 17

[heliumcake]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) /nf !!

mike wheeler (stranger things)

yuuichiro hyakuya (owari no seraph)

saiki kusuo (saiki kusuo no psi nan)

eddie kaspbrak (it 2017)

haruka kokonose (kagepro/mekakucity actors)

cardamon (bee and puppycat)

pearl (steven universe)

reki kyan (sk8 the infinity)

ishigami yu (love is war)

yuri plisetsky (yuri!!! on ice)

#This is from august 17 #i am so sorry #anyway! here they are #my beloveds #ask game #ask

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Joe Cocker - With a Little Help from My Friends

#Joe Cocker #Live at Woodstock #With a Little Help from My Friends #Woodstock Festival on 17 August 1969 #60's #60s #1969 #Genres #Rockbluesblue-eyed soul #UK

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Lunar: I have 4 big brothers! I have a functional family who loves me!

Monty: You’ve got a ball of anxiety, an arsonist, a serial killer, and an anarchist.

Lunar: I have 4 big brothers and they all love me! I’m happy!

Monty: You’re so traumatized, you can only sleep while being held.

Lunar: I AM LOVED!

Monty: You are loved.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf lunar #montgomery gator #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing midnight post #from august 17 #tw anxiety mention #tw caps #tw trauma mention #tw murder mention

[princessofpatras]

LYKMC Ch.16 Sneak Peek

Laurent’s rage was a cold thing; a dead weight he dragged behind him through the shadowed streets of Arles like a corpse. It made no noise, offered no insights. It wanted only to be still and fall apart—to lie down and rot. But he dragged it onward, scraping down the sidewalks toward the one place it wanted least of all to go; home.

The house was dark when it came into view. Only the lamppost out front remained on; a lighthouse beacon burning through the dark. This way to shore, it screamed, this way to wreckage! So that way Laurent went. Home. There was nowhere else to go.

A shadow grew from his feet, stretching out in front of him on the driveway. Laurent glanced over his shoulder just as the roar reached his ears, and saw a single round light like a fallen star shooting down the road right toward him where he stood. He stepped out of its path just in time to avoid being struck by the motorcycle as it careened to a stop, tires squealing as they skidded against the asphalt in the place he’d just been standing.

The rider killed the engine and ripped off his helmet, releasing a spill of shaggy hair that dimly reflected the yellow lamplight. “Jesus! I almost hit you!” Auguste exclaimed, the wide whites of his eyes glittering faintly. “What the hell are you doing skulking around in the dark?”

“Shhh!” Laurent hissed, glancing back toward the house. The windows remained dark, no sign of life behind the glass.

“Ohh, I get it,” Auguste said, dismounting clumsily. He lowered his voice to a loud whisper, his teeth flashing proudly as he grinned. “You snuck out!”

“You’re drunk.” Laurent could smell the alcohol on him from six feet away.

“Did you go to a party?” His brother took a wobbly step toward him, reaching out with a gloved hand. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

Laurent dodged his hand with a backward step. “Yeah, Auguste,” he said dryly. “I was at a party.”

“Cool,” Auguste said awkwardly, his excitement all dried up. He scratched the back of his neck, the leather of their father’s jacket creaking as he moved. “Did you have fun?”

“No.”

Silence fell between them like a curtain. Nicaise’s ring was burning a hole in Laurent’s pocket. It took all his conscious control to resist the urge to touch it; to close his fist around it.

He crossed his arms and looked his brother up and down, from his wrinkled jeans to his greasy hair to the dark bruise staining his jaw. “You look like shit.”

Auguste let out a breath of laughter, looking down at himself with a shrug. “Yeah.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I …?” He blinked in confusion. “I’m coming home.”

“I thought you lived with Jord now.”

“Laurent, I—”

“Or aren’t you planning to move in with your new girlfriend and her fiancé?” He expelled a sharp laugh, throwing his head back to gaze up at the winking stars. “What a fucking mess.”

Auguste’s brow furrowed. “I’m not dating anyone. Where did you hear that? Did Damen say something to you?” The tension in his brow suddenly released as something appeared to dawn on him. “Have you been spying on me?”

“Do you think she loves you?” Laurent said. There was a tightness in his chest, behind his ribs. He pushed his words through a constricting throat, and they cut like shards of shattered glass on their way out. “You’re nothing to her. You’re a plaything. And you’re too stupid to even see it.”

He turned away and started down the stone walkway, leaving Auguste to work through the anger and confusion that battled for control of his face.

“Hey,” Auguste called out as Laurent was climbing the shallow steps up to the door, halting him. “Were you there, in Eden? The club. Was … oh,” Laurent glanced back to see a look of horror take hold of his brother’s face. “Was Torveld there?”

Laurent did not answer, just walked into the house and closed the door behind him, remembering the need for stealth only just in time to press the latch in gently. With numbness in his heart, he seemed to float up the stairs on muscle memory.

Once in his room, he hid Nicaise’s ring in his jewelry box, tucking it into a small velvet-lined box that held another ring—a gold band with a blue sapphire that matched his earring. After a moment of hesitation, he reached under his collar to grab the pendant of Saint Michael and pulled the necklace off over his head. He dropped that into the box too, and locked it back up before returning it to its hiding place amidst the shadows under his bed.

A knock on his door sent a jolt through him. “Laurent?” His brother’s soft call was muffled through the wood. “Can I come in?”

Laurent didn’t panic; he’d locked his door. He still had a few seconds before he would have to answer. He rushed over to his desk and taped the jewelry box key to the underside of it—where he’d been hiding it since the day Auguste tore his room apart—then took one last glance at his bed to make sure the box was fully concealed.

Auguste’s fist was raised when Laurent opened the door; poised to knock again. He lowered it when Laurent motioned for him to come inside. In the overhead light, Laurent could see the flush staining Auguste’s cheeks and creeping down his neck.

“Laurent,” his brother began when the door was safely shut. “I know I seem … I’m not mad at you, I promise. Please, just—has Torveld behaved inappropriately with you?”

Laurent leaned back so that he was almost sitting on his desk and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What do you mean ‘inappropriately’?”

“Has he,” Auguste said haltingly, clearly fighting to keep a grimace off his face, “you know … made you feel uncomfortable, or touched you anywhere he shouldn’t be touching you, or—”

“No, Gus. Jesus,” Laurent pushed up off the desk and crossed to his bed, where he began moving the remnants of his homework off the bed to the nightstand. “Why would you ask me that?”

Something in Auguste’s eyes hardened, and he placed his hands on his hips. “So I didn’t see Torveld kissing you at that club?”

“What? You’re delusional. I haven’t been to any club.”

His eyes narrowed, searching Laurent’s face. “Are you lying to me?”

“No,” Laurent snapped, “I’m not fucking lying to you.”

“Hey, watch it,” Auguste said, throwing up his palms. “It’s just something I thought I saw. And … something Kastor said.” His brow furrowed in thought. “He said it was you who told him I was with Jokaste. How did you know that?”

“Intuition,” said Laurent, straightening his spine.

“Intuition?” Auguste scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?”

He pursed his lips and shrugged. “Honestly? No.”

Auguste shook his head. “Why did you tell Kastor? How did you even get in touch with him?”

“I didn’t. I told Uncle.”

“Uncle.”

“I told him what I suspected, and he tracked your phone to the club. We were worried about you. You’ve been acting strange, not like yourself. Drunk at all hours, getting into fights, disappearing for days on end,” he said with a blistering look that made the color in Auguste’s cheeks deepen. “Uncle must have told Kastor. Maybe he was trying to stop it before it got out of hand. To protect you.” Or to protect himself.

Laurent suddenly recalled something his uncle had said about Damen. He is circling too close to our walls.

“Why is Jokaste so interested in you?” he asked Auguste.

#sneak peek of ch16 as promised! #bonus info! this chapter and chapter 17 are both going to be titled after lines from the same poem #(i posted the poem here last week) #lykmc updates #lykmc #my writing #laurent of vere #auguste of vere #captive prince fanfic #captive prince

[egberts]

I've been dying to know, what exactly did you and Alana do to become popular on tumblr? Like I've been here nearly 10 years and i still don't know why

just being nice and rad and also a hilarious & relatable homestuck fan. alana is just tumblr famous by association but she's also funny and rad and was once a relatable homestuck fan

#and i had a couple Big Posts back when 50k notes was a lot #i do believe i had one of the first million note posts #but the thing is back then #in 2012 my goal was 4000 followers #4000 was tumblr famous back then and i hit it in august 2012 #then a month later i was at 8000 then 12 and it just kept going!!!!!!! #i have over 200000 but ive been pretty stagnant for years #the bulk of my followers comes from pre-2018 i think #yall been here awhile ilysm #we are just hanging out together #a far cry from when i was one of the top 15 most daily unique visited blogs fbfjsmjfjfjsjs but i like the chill vibes better #i think being like 17 when that was all happening was weird af #especially on a website like tumblr

[lapelle-du-bubblegum-vide]

I just wanted to say that I really appreciate that Our Friend from Dracula Daily took time to explain why Mina still has no letter from Sister Agatha about Jonathan (even though the community already informed each other as to why)

Thank youuuu :)

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina murray #yes I know we got much more information in this emall #but i just wanted to put this out there #because it’s very nice :) #calls from the void #17 August

[the-magic-school-bus]

every time i vent a little about the kotlc fandom on this blog, i just imagine a chronically online 15 year old screenshoting all my posts/replies/tags to use in a witch hunt again

then i think to myself why does that even matter, i barely give a shit if that happens again because most of my friends are out of fandom now, and it’s not like it’s gonna get me mass blocked. the witch hunt didn’t even work the first time because i was in the discord severs and it acted as a buffer, because apparently the line of who they’ll block for being pro life and who they won’t is literally based on if you’re in their little friend group.

and maybe i wanna see them try and witch hunt me again because i’m not scared of it this time and i can be sassy instead of defensive this time.

#the only reason i care about getting kicked from the fandom #is because of the fact that all of what i write #and most of what i draw is k*ltc related #(censoring it so the search won’t pick it up) #(i’m curious of what would happen if they witch hunted me but i’m not gonna make it that easy) #otherwise idc #they literally bullied a sweet 12yo off the site in august #she shouldn’t have been on tumblr #it’s the fact they are all like 16-17 and ganged up on her for her headcannon??? #i can’t believe i actually wanted to be friends with these people at one point

[abyssaldespair]

I just quit my job so the following week will be ectic, probably absolute chaos as I will try to find a job in my hometown and move back to my parent's for the summer.

I want to be online though, so I'll try my best to juggle different things at once!

#from the boring world (ooc) #it's a new chapter for me! I feel like I'm 17 again #going back to school at the end of august and working in the hometown in summer! #what an unnexpected change!

[get-fossilized-idiot]

excuse YOU!! minute maid is superior in... bluh. whatever tree tops has. it is REFRESHING and NICE.

(also, if we are talking mems, i think i am pretty much canon compliant; save for a memory of me making bracelets for dave and all that stuff! :p) - 💨

minute maid tastes boring dude no flavour to it theres not fruit its like if you had fucking grape juice

#also im pretty canon compliant too #i think #except for after the game post game was really different but you gotta give me a heads up if you want those deets there are a lot #me and karkat were moirails though that was a divergence from canon #OH ANDTHE GAME WAS A WEEK instead of a day we had more time pre you scratching the universe #my john (maybe you?) made me watch con air it sucked but whatever #also if were comparing memories i feel bad but i do gotta ask your age (im 17 btw as of august)

[bryan360]

At least good to see my Filipino pal back on GT Sport’s play through. Saving the final was pretty rough; even for me when I’m trying to look forward of my previous gaming play throughs. It’s not too much for me to handle, though.

Also, It was disappointing to know not all data content will make its way for the next game that my friend’s planning.

🐰🖌️Maxwell: Yeah. I mean, the devs should’ve learn something when making GT7 to have included.

🐰👊💥May: We’ll just have to wait for September to check out, but hard to root if slightly more content coming back in there. 😔

🦊⚽️Sam: Ouch….at least there’s something to get into more of his GT7 play throughs, right?

🐰🖌️Maxwell: We’ll see. 🤔

#reblog #reblog post #from my filipino pal #gaming #gaming play through #playthrough #gt sport #gran turismo #gran turismo sport #part 17 #final #finale #final part #etc. #august 2023 #august 22nd 2023

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Blood Moon: You are hurt.

Harvest Moon: He has been hit.

Lunar: Yeah, Eclipse hit me again.

Blood Moon: We shall kill him!

Harvest Moon: The daycare will be bathed in his blood!

Lunar: Is this what it feels like to be cared about?

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #fnaf lunar #fnaf eclipse #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing 8pm post #from august 17 #tw death mention #tw blood mention #tw abuse mention

[xkizukizu]

the she. Kimler

#this is from august 17 2022 #kilmer #2022 #art #oc #demon oc #oc art #oc artist #digital art #artists on tumblr #demon #original character #oc artwork

[e-strange-lover]

Kate kissed her, like her life depended on it and perhaps it did. Because there was something far more powerful than the entity itself and it was flowing in her veins.

 She fluttered her eyes open as she slightly pulled away. Cheryl tried to reclaim her lips but that was when Kate's grip grew tighter around her and the girl whispered breathlessly, "Cheryl, you're glowing." 

 Cheryl paused, her eyebrows knitting with confusion before she looked at herself. Her eyes grew wide with bewilderment and Kate's stomach twisted as she felt the way Cheryl tried to detach herself from the singer.

 "No," Kate said firmly, her hands dragging to the veteran of terror's wrists and yanking her into a secure hug. "No, Cheryl."

 "Kate, I don’t want to hurt you," Cheryl gasped out worriedly, trying to wriggle away from her.

 "I don't care." 

 "Kate-"

 "Cheryl, I'm not letting you go."

 "But what if-"

 "Cheryl."

 "Kate."

#this was from August 17 2021 :flushed: :flushed: #soulbirds #kate denson x cheryl mason #kate denson #cheryl mason #heather mason #dead by daylight #dbd #silent hill #silent hill 3

[zeawesomebirdie]

Im supposed to be writing but cleaning makes brain go brrr

#i finished my tidying festival back in august but #but i found some boxes of mine from high school in the basement #and ive been slowly going through them when energy permits #and it feels really good honestly #to be able to let go of these things #these things that little 17 year old me thought were so important we had to keep them forever #even if that forever was spent in a box in the basement #it feels good to go through those things and remember but still be able to let go #i spent four hours being self destructive today but maybe #maybe the rest of the day can be okay now

[yawniguess]

Collection of most of my art from the past year(part 1)

#art collection chain #this is all from august 19 2021-june 17 2022

[ultraviolencced]

things are very very very bad ! :)

#like i’m literally in shock i don’t know how to live right now #get ready this is gonna be a whole ass book in the tags #*people that aren’t blood related but family bc my grandpa had someone working for him they became pals his wife and my grandma became pals #when they had kids my grandma would babysit and my mom would babysit and then i would be babysat by the girls my mom did she lived with us #for a while so yeah that’s the back story #she got pregnant while my mom was pregnant with my brother so mom had bro then a few months later i’ll call her m had her baby their name #was james and he became the newest member of the fam i visited them in the hospital when they were born and james and my bro became good pal #fast forward august 31st 2022 j passed away they did it themselves #friday was the service it was more of a celebration of life they already had the physical funeral and it was just immediate relatives #it was hard hearing their parents and their sister talk broke my heart #right after their sister spoke the music came back on and it was pilots it was the run and go and i broke down my sister had to go outside #it was really really fucking horrible to know that a queer kid i knew and loved died killed me #rewind to a few months ago my brother od’d on oxy he was in the hospital for 2 days it caused some physical damage to his heart enzymes #he got on antidepressants and a psychiatrist and seemed to be doing better #fast forward to saturday night he overdosed on street fentanyl he again went to the er and is now at a mental health center for a 72 hour #hold and after that we’re trying to find a rehab and mental health center #i grew up seeing what addiction does my uncle was a heroin addict from the time i was born until i was 16 or 17 so i saw some shit #and a lot of it fucked me up and i can’t see my brother go through that #my brother is the smartest mother fucker i know and fucking mental fucking illness fucking everything up like he earned 13 college credits #in 1 fucking day his japanese studies professor said my brother knew more than he did and fucking opiates fuck #and the sheriffs who searched his room found street fentanyl that they all had to have gloves bc it’s killing people in my town everyday #they said they literally get calls everyday because of this shit like i’m about to go find the piece of shit who sold it to him #and put my fucking 9 in his mouth and pull the trigger i’ll gladly go to prison for that tbfh #so that’s what happened with my brother and my non blood brother/cousin #now my fucking mom so she never goes to the doctor and me and my sister yell at her about it so she finally went to address her fucked up #neck and back well turns out she has degenerative disc disease same shit my grandma had basically her spine is crumbling #she also might have skin cancer and it could affect her throat and thyroid :) bc they saw something in her throat during her mri :) so fuck #and then there’s me and my crumbling jaw no joints without arthritis and brain tumor #and my sisters mental health is Not Good it hasn’t been for months and this is killing her and im so concerned for her #now all three siblings have been put on a 72 hour hold at some point :) sister at 12 or 13 me at 22(in there for my bday) now bro at 19