From the people who brought you chill Krill Waves Radio comes our new KrillER Waves Radio: one hour of skeleton shrimp and metal music to headbang to! 🤘🎵
Skip the relaxing lofi music and unleash your inner metal enthusiast — it’s all about screaming out and banging our heads with skeleton shrimps as we hold tight to the unpredictable currents that we call life.
this fic wrestled me into a death grip and did not let go and i caught up in two days jesus christ i had to sketch SOMETHING
Pleeeeassseee read it here!
and its by @liathgray !! (your writing is so insane and the character voices are amazing thank u for the amazing read!!!!)
(“Be here. For Adrien.”
“Emilie, I can’t…”
“For me, then. Love him for my sake.”)
A sob cracked open Adrien’s chest. He ripped away from the wall, clapping a hand over his mouth to try and stifle himself. His lungs wheezed, a crumpled can, and the world slipped off its axis.
She was dying. She was dying. She was dying, for real, and soon, and this was what they hadn’t wanted to tell him.
excerpt:
Time barrelled on after that, like a ground speeding toward him in freefall.
Lessons slipped through his head and smiles stretched over his mouth and Adrien’s life became, more than ever before, defined by the moment he would next see Maman. It was like his brain couldn’t catch hold of anything else, couldn’t grasp it. Even when he was out doing other things, in other places, he wasn’t really. He was always back with her.
The shift happened sometime in the beginning of March.
A change in the air, the bones. The house held its breath. Walls stood cleaner and quieter and bigger than before. Or maybe Adrien just got smaller. Maybe it was like a vacuum, like he’d learned about in physics. All the air sucked out of his lungs, crumpled up like a can.
The silence was the worst. When Adrien was gone, he could lose himself a little. Turn his brain off at photoshoots and fall into the monotony of fabric on his body, skin on his face, hands all over, fixing him and fixing him and fixing him. Dissolve into the rhythm of fencing, blocking and thrusting and parrying and sweating and not thinking not thinking not thinking. But being inside the house was different. He couldn’t do anything but think, couldn’t be anyone but himself. Even his shows started to fall flat; Adrien found himself restarting the same Ouran episode ten times because he hadn’t absorbed a thing. The house was so quiet, his brain so loud. The world was transparent and he wasn’t quite sure he was real.
I went to my grandparents’ house and Michael Cera was there. My dad gave me and Michael a motivational speech and while he was speaking I saw a montage of people doing yoga on a beach with The Rock.
Another video with wood thrush and other bird song. I hesitated to post this because at the end there’s some construction noise but that’s the reality of eastern Pennsylvania. It’s all the more remarkable that birds are singing when houses are being built barely 100 feet away.
I still think about how Leo’s ideal day out for the fam’s venture into the Hidden City was basically just an effort to get some rest and relaxation because boy does he never get that ever.
I genuinely thought you just had a bunch of posts queued and has abandoned the account or died or something like a year ago/hj
I never have the energy to queue more than like, 20 posts at once, but I HAVE kind of died over the past few months lol. College is fun but draining asf, and i've been going though alot socially and mentally. I am slowly trying to transition back onto this blog though, as soon as i figure out how to celebrate a certain follower milestone that RLLY crept up on me (seriously though you guys are crazy(lovingly) and the love I get on this blog keeps me going) in the meantime please take these cool rocks that i photographed with my new macro lens d200 that I adore: