#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 :')

[0uleschm0ule]

Okay, I started deciphering the letters! If you want to do it yourself, have fun! For the rest: my results are under the cut

Okay, so it was very easy because each symbol translates to a letter from the Latin alphabet that make English words. We know of four words written in these symbols:

The first one is The Instagram post:

(Screenshot copied from cowboycatss cause i dont have insta: https://www.tumblr.com/cowboycatss/766887595891474432/ok-whatever?source=share)

These three symbols translate, unsurprisingly, to the letters "M C R". With that as a basis I started translating the three words in the video. The first one is this:

I translated this to the word "Men". And then we have two words at once:

I translated the two-letter word to "At" and the nine-letter word to "Attention".

This means that we already know nine letters from this foreign alphabet (I hope they give us more). Here are these letters translated:

they have a LINGUISTIC SPECIALIST. they straight up made a whole new alphabet for this.

[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]

💄💋💋💋

[hansrillow]

omg heyyy thanks rizz <3

first is me, the oc is elliot <3 (there's one of her w glasses too but i liked it better w/o)

ummm im gonna tag the friends who haven't been tagged yet i think: @sarahjacobs @metallicmikus but also anyone who wants to <3 (idk if yall have cos you wanna do but i tagged u anyway)

writer vs oc

@seastarblue tagged me on this a while ago and i finally had time to get to it!

rules: use this picrew to make yourself and an oc

here's me and enzo (p:n) :]

i have ._. resting face due to the autism. i am filled with joy and whimsy i promise

tagging @oh-no-another-idea @my-cursed-prince @walkman-cat @trixierosewrites and anyone that wants to do this !

[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.”