#I HAD FUN !!

[dhmis-autism]

old bathtub trio comics i used to test out textures and brushes and halftones !

[tesspool]

"I dont want what you have, I want to be you."

[golden-snackoos]

I drew this during lockdown because I missed going out to bars with friends :')

[bluebananabarry]

everyone lusting after this old man and his mysterious emo charm (just like me)

Og pic under cut:

[meteoralinart]

Drew this for another DTIYS on insta, because I can't stop

[persnickety-doodles]

💄💋💋💋

[elvyn]

Fancy ✨

[shukruut]

Ahsoka’s notes during class

[veroinfaciem]

Corazón's wardrobe is getting more and more peculiar.

Okay, so. I saw this:

*virtually cups @laidenbreecatchall 's face* You're a genius. Your brain is so wrinkly. Make Rosi wear something like this - amazing. Anyway, yeah, this one is for you ❤

[ultipoter]

I think it's actually a crime that Volo is stuck in PLA! Gamefreak should let him roam free and appear in every game from now on. As a treat.

I went so overboard with the tera sparkles, I don't know what to tell you.

[glazedcroissant]

he's Kirbying

[cherih3]

harvey harvey

[stillnothereforanyrealreason]

I had to do this. I was a must. Bonus ver:

[estrellami-1]

Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.

Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-

“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”

Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.

Dustin frowned. “Go where?”

“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”

“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”

Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.

He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”

Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”

Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”

“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”

“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”

“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”

“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”

“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”

Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”

Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”

Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.

“‘S fine.”

“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”

“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”

Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”

“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”

Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”

“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”

Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”

“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”

“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”

“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”

Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”

“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”

Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”

[okaydays]

So like, both Colin and Pen love writing - what if they continue writing to each other after they get married? Like, proper letters?

Colin goes out for the day. Pen wakes up to an envelope addressed to ‘Mrs Penelope Bridgerton’ on her pillow, and it’s just two pages about how lovely she looks when she’s asleep in the morning light.

Penelope ducks in while Colin’s working on his ledgers, drops off a letter with a little gummy smile, and it’s all about a walk she took with their son and how both of them missed him enthusiastically gesturing at the plants around and dropping little facts about them.

They get elaborate. Colin gets a footman to deliver a letter (about how much he admires her writing style in her new column) while she’s at Bridgerton House, having tea with Kate.

‘Who’s that from?’

‘My husband.’

‘The… Colin? The husband you live with?’

‘Indeed.’

‘That is- incredibly romantic. I shall have to have a word with Anthony.’

Penelope gets the bartender at the Bridgerton boys’ new favourite haunt to slide a letter (the contents of which are not safe for his brothers to read, and she’s well aware of that) over the counter when Colin orders his first drink of the night. He gets drunk and starts wailing about how much he loves her.

‘She’s so beautiful! I miss her so much!’ Actual tears.

Penelope comes to pick him up and he’s like ‘you’re beautiful but I love my wife, I can’t go home with you’ and she’s like ‘I am your wife’ and he starts crying again, this time out of pure joy. Benedict has been laughing on and off for forty-five minutes.

(And then the next evening, after Colin’s gotten over the hangover, they do everything Penelope described in great detail in the letter.)

Wouldn’t all that be fun?

[soyboywenzie]

anyways…