#and i haven't even finished it yet!

[futurelabs]

angela.

[kaiserouo]

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got a corpus engineer on board

he really likes warframes

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[stringcage]

fuck it they're cowboys now

[flickering-nightfall]

How long do you think they would last if a pink lizard walked in here? 10 seconds? 20, maybe,

[ryllen]

OH NO CRINGEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[fascinationstreetmp3]

BRUCE CAMPBELL as ASHLEY "ASH" J. WILLIAMS THE EVIL DEAD (1981) EVIL DEAD II (1987) ASH VS EVIL DEAD (2015-2018)

[mushyfart]

just realized ive never not drawn this goober stressed out before so here's this little scribble I did of him finally not actively popping a blood vessel

[snakesartblog]

guy who lives so rent free in my mind that i get back into digital art just to draw him

[catgirlsp0ck]

[pochiikou]

[r0tting-rat]

Would u guys hunt me down like a fawn, maul me to death and feast off my flesh if I ever told you I was considering writing a "make-your-choice" DCA domestic horror au with multiple endings, kinda in a graphic novel style, where u lose/obtain frienship points that could lead u to get a lil kissy <3 from Sun and Moon or to be brutally murdered in cold blood (dw they recycle so your body will be disposed of accordingly)

Did I meantion it's heavily inspired by the song "Suburbia Overture" and takes place in a secluded mansion with HUGE Stoker's Dracula vibes?

Ahaha just joking ahah I'm not doing that.

Unless.

[fearandhatred]

the very first thing i did in 2024 was go insane aka i slept at 7am and among other things i drew these! they're unrefined and only two panels of a much larger thing i'm doing but since that'll not be done any time soon i thought i might as well post these first

panel 8 of panel 2

[lazylittledragon]

i know these books came out decades ago so everyone's fate is extremely sealed but i swear if anything happens to guenhwyvar i'm going to start throwing chairs

[genshin-impact-updates]

Cutscene Animation: "Clash of Frost and Flame" | Genshin Impact

At Natlan's moment of peril, the Fatui join the field of battle.

The Captain's condition and words leave many a mystery behind, but the Pyro Archon keeps faith in her plan.

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".

my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.

and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.

the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.

how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.

you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.

so he does the next best thing.

he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.

and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.

does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.

a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.

the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.

and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.