Eyy Merry christmas ’n happy holidays to everyone ✨✨
The social battery is being drained from all the festivities and gatherings, most introverts are on the floor rn
Shitpost aside I wanted to say I’ll be more active again once the celebrations and new year are done ! I don’t always answer to comments or tags because I’m a bit awkward whenever I try to interact but I’m thankful for all the nice words I’ve read and I’m happy that what I draw is appreciated ! I hope I’ll be able to draw even more things next year whether it’s fanart or original stuff !
Aleksi going for a bike ride in his newest Tiktok.. I wonder if Olli inspired him to do it and if they do it together 🥺
He is? I don't have tiktok so I'm grateful for this information 🥺 even if it only makes my brainworms swarm louder 😩
I can imagine Olli talking about how relaxing biking can be and saying that aleksi should totally try it (since his new year's resolution was to 'take a little better care of himself'), but yeah also imagine them going on bike rides together 🥺😭 with a little backpack of snacks and a blanket so that they can have a picnic 🍓🍇🍪🥐🧃 and swimming trunks so that they can dip in if they come across a nice lake/pond 👀💦
it was ... the bad boys that caught his attention. he didn't know why, it wasn't like angel ...was into danger per se. how could he be when he'd grown up with the father he had? always worrying if he'd come home & missing out on family dinners & the like, because evil never slept & ryan had to work late. he wasn't looking for danger, he wasn't looking to get his heart broken, but ... what could he do when love came for him out of the blue?
he'd seen him with his father & was pretty sure danilo had seen him, too - he knew they rode out together sometimes & when his father came back home... angel got to sniff the alpha off him. it was ... nice. angel didn't expect to ever speak with him or even find himself caught in his radar, because he knew options in town were unlimited & he was a fish in a big-ass pond, but when he saw the rider nurse a beer on a stroll during town, he couldn't help his heart from jumping.
& it only quickened when the alpha's eyes ... found his. did he glance to his sides to see if he was the only one there? .....yes. he was not in company of beautiful omegas on his left or right, so... him? was it because of his dad? was he the little plus one that was only paid attention to because he liked his dad? that stare... made his blood freeze, but in the best ...best possible way.
he was so handsome. he couldn't think of any alpha his own age who even got close. but he was bad news, right? his father .. seemed not to be a fan of him & they did spend quite some time together, right? although, he wouldn't be surprised if it was his father's fault - really, angel knew he ... was moody sometimes. like a moth drawn to flame, angel practically levitated across the street to where the alpha sat, all handsome & dangerous as he leaned against some wall to enjoy his beer & ....hunt? was he hunting? where could he sign up to be his prey?
"...hi. you.. work with my dad, right?" while he pretended to ponder on the alpha's name, which .. was a farce really, he fidgeted with a wristband, "..danilo? you guys do really great work, y'know?"
“ Somebody studied Shakespear and now it's everybody's problem. ” —🧪Doc fired off shots (both figuratively by insults and literally, with a trusty ray pistol in hand) at the current villain of the week.
“Seriously— where do they get these wackadoodles? At the local community college?— Jesus Christ, I can’t tell who’d be a worse foe: a theater major or those pretentious ASSHOLES in a philosophy 101 course.”
"Shakespeare? Really now?" A skeletal hand delicately rose to the hooded figure's chest in mock offense. Her voice was a parody of a haughty upper class lady's woven together from the harmonious buzzing of a million wings.
"Is that your best reference you have when it comes to-- oh my!" Swarmsinger swayed out of the way of the pistol shots, a couple grazing her bandage-bound shoulders. There's a loud, high-pitched buzz as she stepped right into the trajectory of Pink Four's throwing knives.
"College?-" Pink Four drew out a couple more knives from under her plating. "--more like - post-Halloween clearance."
There's an almost bestial buzzing growl as their foe shambled out of the way altogether. Swarmsinger grabbed the hilt of one of the daggers embedded in her and pulled the blade out. Something dark and fetid spurts out.
"Ew--" Pink blurted out, as if she herself was in any better condition. Okay, she kinda was. At least she wasn't a literal infestation like the being they were fighting right now.
"You..." Swarmsinger pulls out another blade, unflinching. The buzzing within her picks up in pitch. "So you wish to hear me sing so badly..."
I get it, but I think the “Doctor Who looks like crap that’s why we love it” mentality towards the special effects and imagery kills me. I get it, but I dunno, it’s always so reductive to the whole swathes of truly impactful imagery and magic tricks throughout the whole show, the classic serials and whatever else, as well as reductive to the budget and production contexts, I dunno. What are we comparing to? Hollywood level budget? Cinematic money?
I really liked that show swarm. Something I just thought about is when Billie ellish’s character says “ Your relationship with your phone, it’s tied to trauma, isn’t it?”
I don’t know if it’s the way she says it or what she says, but either way I think about that everytime I’m anxious and checking my phone obsessively. I get in these modes or episodes where I just feel out of control, I feel the same way in my anxiety dreams. Sometimes I have dreams that I’m floating in the kitchen and I can’t stop myself. Most times I’m looking for an outfit in my extremely dirty room and someone’s waiting outside for me. I can’t Break out of the loop. I feel the same way in real life. I feel out of control and I’m stuck in these loops checking my phone with no thoughts in my head other than, “what the fuck am I doing”
I’ve wondered if my obsession with my phone is tied to trauma. I don’t know what trauma, but I think I’ve relied on social media for validation so much that it’s like a coping thing. Except it doesn’t always work so I just get stuck in the loops over and over again.
currently Thinking about how i will be at a metalcore show in another city friday night aka hours before swarm tour aus starts at 2:30 am my time
aka the second i get home from spin kicking my way through said metalcore show all night i will in fact be running upstairs to my room to transition back into peak "opening up 20 tabs searching for mcr streams to lose my mind over the evening's gerard costume to" mode
does anyone else get in that weird state between sleeping and awake. like you might be half dreaming but they could also be your normal thoughts but they're the weirdest fucking thing ever. then you "wake up" and you're like was that a dream or is my brain just really weird.