I Love You Sonic Dash

i’m fucking sobbing, my entire feed is squid game and sonic, this is an insane crossover 😭😭

dont take this seriously please

plenty of sea in the fish or some shit like that idfk

i love these😭😭😭

Squid game twitter memes

just finished money heist korea and it was amazingggg !! this was the best song from it 🤞🤞

i really enjoyed the series !! i thought it was really good, all the actors are so talented and now i’m obsessed with the professor lmao

sobbing AGAIN

This is a continuation of the cliff scene in which the Hwang brothers face each other on the same cliff again - and Jun-ho "pew-pews" himself

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(trigger warnings: guns, violence, suicide, blood)

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

In-ho lunged.

Heart in his throat. Legs burning. The world narrowed to the sight of Jun-ho’s finger beginning to tighten on the trigger –

“Jun-ho!”

And then –

The shot.

It cracked through the air, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cliffs like the final word in a conversation they never finished.

Too late.

The recoil snapped Jun-ho’s head back, his body jerking once before crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut.

“No!”

In-ho reached him just as he tipped backward, just as gravity began to drag him toward the cliff’s edge. His hand shot out, grabbing Jun-ho by the wrist, fingers wrapping around cold skin as the rest of his bory crumpled.

“No. No, no, no –”

The wind roared around them, cold and merciless, howling over the crashing waves below. But In-ho didn’t hear any of it – not really.

All he could hear was the ringing in his ears. The echo of the gunshot.

The silence that followed.

He gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he hauled Jun-ho’s body back, dragging him away from the ledge and into his arms. The sea roared below, indifferent.

He collapsed to his knees, cradling Jun-ho’s limp form against his chest. His hands were everywhere. Desperate. Wild.

One clutched at the blood blooming at Jun-ho’s temple. The other searched blindly – his throat tightening – fingers trembling as they pressed against his neck. His wrist. His chest. Desperate for a pulse. Any sign. Any hope.

“Come on. Come on, please –”

But there was nothing.

No pulse. No breath. No flicker of life behind Jun-ho’s eyelids.

Just stillness.

And blood.

So much blood.

In-ho let out a sound that didn’t belong to any language – broken, raw, and guttural. A noise ripped from the part of him he’d buried so deep he thought it would never surface again.

“No,” he gasped. “No, no, no –”

He pulled Jun-ho into his lap, cradling his head with shaking hands. One palm pressed uselessly against the wound, trying to stop blood that had already stopped flowing.

His other hand cupped Jun-ho’s face, thumb brushing gently over a cheek that was already growing cold.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered. “Please, don’t do this. Not like this.”

He rocked back and forth, holding him close, forehead pressed to Jun-ho’s.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled over and over again, like if he said it enough, it would make it true. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m right here.”

But Jun-ho didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Didn’t breathe.

In-ho’s arms tightened around him, curling protectively as if shielding him from the wind, the cold, the finality of it all.

He’d done everything – everything – to keep this boy safe. Raised him. Carried him. Loved him harder than he ever allowed himself to love anything.

This was the boy who had clung to his pant leg at five years old. The boy who waited by the window when In-ho came home late from night shifts. The boy who used to fall asleep with his head in In-ho’s lap during movies.

And now…

Now he was gone.

“Come back,” In-ho begged, rocking him gently. “Please… please come back.”

But there was only the wind. The sea. And the weight of the body in his arms.

The weight of failure.

The weight of the one thing he couldn’t save.

He rocked him gently, like it would do any good. Like it would pull the life back into him. Like he was five years old again and just needed to be held.

But Jun-ho didn’t stir.

In-ho sat there, knees scraped from the rocky ground, arms wrapped tightly around Jun-ho’s lifeless body. The blood had soaked through his sleeves, staining his chest, his hands, his skin.

It would never come out.

Nothing would.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Minutes. Hours. It didn’t matter. Time didn’t exist in this place anymore – not when the person who made it mean something was gone.

sang-woo my beloved

*about to be executed* "Sang-woo's last act of love was killing himself so Gi-hun wouldn't have to do it-"

Understanding the 3 Types of Sigils

Sigils are one of the most versatile tools in witchcraft, acting as symbols infused with your intention and energy. What makes sigils so effective is their adaptability, you can choose how to work with them based on your goals and needs. When deciding how to use a sigil, it’s helpful to understand the three main types: destructible, temporary, and permanent. Each type serves a unique purpose and adds a layer of magickal flexibility to your practice. 

Destructible Sigils 🕯 

Definition: These sigils are created with the intention of being destroyed, often as part of the activation process. 

Purpose: Used for immediate, transformative, or highly specific goals. The act of destruction releases the energy. 

Examples of Use:  

⟡ Burn a sigil for quick manifestation. 

⟡ Bury a sigil to symbolize letting go of something. 

How-To: Draw the sigil on paper, charge it with your intent, and destroy it by burning, tearing, or submerging it in water. 

Tip: This method is great for goals where you want to release energy into the universe quickly. 

Temporary Sigils ✿ 

Definition: These sigils exist for a short time and are erased, washed away, or allowed to fade naturally. 

Purpose: Ideal for ongoing but temporary needs, like a daily boost of confidence or protection during a specific event. 

Examples of Use:  

⟡ Draw a sigil on your skin with makeup or henna. 

⟡ Sketch a sigil in sand or dirt before a ritual. 

⟡ Write a sigil in chalk on your door for short-term protection. 

How-To: Use materials that naturally wear off (chalk, marker, or skin-safe paint). Focus on charging the sigil when you draw it. 

Tip: These sigils are perfect for quick and discreet magick, as they’re easy to create and remove. 

Permanent Sigils 𓃠 

Definition: These sigils are created with the intention of lasting indefinitely. They are charged to continuously radiate energy over time. 

Purpose: Used for long-term goals or intentions, such as protection, abundance, or anchoring a space with positive energy. 

Examples of Use:  

⟡ Draw a sigil onto a piece of jewelry or altar tool. 

⟡ Paint or carve a sigil on a doorframe for home protection. 

How-To: Choose a durable medium (wood, stone, metal) Ensure the sigil is charged and activated with care. 

Tip: Permanent sigils require deep thought and a strong intention, as their energy is meant to be constant and enduring. 

 ⛥ No matter which type of sigil you choose, remember that their power comes from the energy and intention you infuse into them. Whether you’re releasing energy through destruction, working with short-term goals, or embedding your magick into something permanent, sigils can adapt to your needs and bring your intentions to life. ⛥ 

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Once more to see you- Sangihun

(edit done with my absolutely limited editing skills! I just didn’t see anyone edit them with this song and so I did so myself! a lack of editing skills won’t stop me!)

This song fits them a bit too well

drawing gihun to help me get out of artblock