#but I MADE IT
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The patient needs to work on their drawing skills and practice backgrounds and anatomy! NO practicing useful skills will kill the patient they need to make self indulgent sketches to live!
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#ok look i’m sure this has been done before#but i made it#so#supernatural#sam and dean#samdean#spn memes#.txt
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yeah
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happy birthday to my favorite old man
#tales of the abyss#jade curtiss#tales of#art#IT'S BEEN A WHILE#BUT I MADE IT#my rendering style looks better on tales charas i swear
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EDIT: Hey I made a sticker of this you guys
you should buy some... I marked the pack down to $3!
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When I tell you my jaw dropped.
#this happened a long time ago and i had it in a note of my notebook to do this for like 2 and a half semesters#but i made it#and im sorry. but also this is harmony's fault#my art#suggestive#splatoon fanart#splatoon art#videogame art#splat dare#splatoon#videogames#artists on tumblr#also i lost the original screen shot i took on the switch u_u#it might be on my computer or external hard drive somewhere but i can not find them </3 u_u#dont mind the one line on the shorts that i made too thick- dont look at it-
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Steddie Week Day 4:
Familiar / Hurt/Comfort / Here Come the Tears by Judas Priest
Eddie and Steve had never been close before the world went to hell. They’d known of each other, as everyone knows everyone in small town, middle America. They’d gone to the same school, smoked behind the same abandoned buildings and knew all the best places to make the worst decisions, but they hadn’t done it together. They were disparate figures, drifting around each other’s edges. That all changed in 1986 when through fate or chance the two boys had been flung together.
By the summer of 1988, they’d grown into and around each other like vines beneath forest foliage. They’d become inseparable, familiar. Steve showed up outside the garage at closing time, the Beamer tearing down the gravel path, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. When Robin and the kids weren’t around, Steve drove fast, throwing caution to the wind. No one else knew that about him. Eddie did.
He didn’t know what to do with all of the pieces of Steve that were uniquely his. He felt the illogical urge to write them down, catalogue each one as though designing a character for a new campaign. He wanted a record of each minute detail of Steve.
“Your yuppie boyfriend’s tearin’ up the drive again, Manson,” Eddie's boss, Frankie, hollered from his spot behind the service desk.
In the year he’d worked at the garage, he’d never seen the guy move from behind his desk, yet his hands were always grease-stained. Eddie hated his boss, but the job paid well enough. He was saving up to high tail it out of Hawkins, where nicknames like ‘The Freak’, and Frankie’s newest addition ‘Manson’, as in that Manson, the one with the cult in the 60s, weren’t so widespread.
��I was off twenty minutes ago, Frankenstein. You want him to stop kickin’ up dust you could just let me off on time,” Eddie grumbled, grabbing a spare rag and trying to scrub the worst of the grease and engine gunk from his hands and overalls.
“You think that carburettor was going to replace itself? You wanna finish on time? Work faster,” Frankie noted, punctuating his point by kicking his feet across the desk. Charming.
Eddie made his way to the car, drummed his knuckles against the passenger door and waited as Steve leaned over to push it open, his precious seats covered haphazardly with one of Eddie’s ruined bandannas. This was their habit, how the two worked. Steve was wearing sunglasses, which usually meant he was fighting off a migraine. They’d been more frequent in recent months. Eddie blamed the hot weather.
“How was your day?” Steve asked, starting the car.
Eddie flopped into the passenger seat and groaned. He let his body lay slack and boneless as the leather seats cradled him and the cool air from the A.C. took his breath away.
“That good, huh?”
“Everyone’s cars decided to break down on the hottest day of the year and Frankenstein’s still giving me shit about being a cult leader. I think the dude used to hold out hope for you since you were the town's golden boy, but now he thinks there’s some kind of Stepford wife thing going on.”
Steve snorted as he turned onto the familiar street leading to The Harringtons’ house.
“I saw Dustin today. The kid wanted me to remind you, you’re picking the twerps up on Monday,” Steve informed, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. The guy had no sense of rhythm, but Eddie never had the heart to tell him.
“Remind me why you can’t,” Eddie muttered as Steve’s house came into view.
“Because I work late and you get off by two.”
“I thought you said my van was a ‘death trap’. I could always take your car,” Eddie proposed with a devilish smirk.
That car was Steve’s baby. Not even he was allowed to drive it, save that one night in Indianapolis when Steve was drunk and Robin broke her wrist. They’d spent five hours together in the emergency room. It’d brought back all the wrong kind of memories for Steve and Eddie could tell.
Steve and Eddie talked about everything except Eddie’s stay in hospital and defining the liminal space between platonic and romantic, their relationship had been drifting for the past six months.
“In your dreams, Munson. You staying at mine tonight?” Steve asked, pulling up and walking around to open Eddie’s door for him.
He always made excuses about Eddie getting engine oil all over the passenger door, but he thought Steve liked playing chivalrous in the same way he liked playing up his less-than-stellar reputation.
Steve kept asking him to spend the night. Eddie had his own drawer in Steve’s room. He couldn’t help but feel like he was asking him to move in. Eddie kept turning him down, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in Hawkins, even if it was with Steve. He’d tried to convince himself he’d be able to do it, so they could get out of their goddamn stalemate and get on with the rest of their lives. Yet, Hawkins had always been inhospitable for the likes of people like him and the person Steve was becoming.
“If you’re cookin,” Eddie agreed, unbuttoning his overalls.
By the time Steve found his keys, Eddie had managed to strip the sweat-slicked clothes from his body and dumped them unceremoniously on the front stoop. The good thing about rich people’s houses? No neighbours for miles.
They followed the same old routines. Eddie made his way upstairs to shower while Steve started prepping for dinner. Once Eddie didn’t smell like the inside of a boys' locker room, he returned to find Steve spaced out in the kitchen.
Eddie’s heart was a hummingbird in flight. Steve’s body was stock still, his eyes a thousand miles away.
“Steve,” Eddie breathed, signalling his approach.
He tried to focus on the kitchen. This wasn’t two years ago. Vecna was dead.
He laced his fingers into the crook of Steve’s elbow and finally caught the boy’s attention, the pot on the stove having boiled dry.
“Migraine?” Eddie asked as Steve’s eyes snapped shut, frown lines marring the landscape of his forehead.
“Yeah,” Steve confirmed through gritted teeth as Eddie guided him to the couch, switching off the lights on the way.
“Looks like you’re going to have to put up with the Munson special then, eggs on toast,” He breathed, sitting down beside Steve and guiding his head into his lap.
He’d sat through a couple of Steve’s migraines. Sometimes they were fast and painless as a sun shower, other times he’d spend hours disorientated and puking up his guts. There wasn’t much Eddie could do for him, but sit there and be with him for it. In sickness and in health, all that crap. Eddie wasn’t sure when he’d become close enough to Steve that he’d sit through anything with him, but he knew now he would.
“Stevie, you know when I get outta this hellhole, I’m taking you with me, right?” Eddie breathed, feeling the sudden need for candour.
Sometime in the space between getting to know Steve and getting to love Steve, they’d crossed the line from familiar to familial.
Steve’s face nudged against Eddie’s palm, his forehead beaded with sweat.
“I’d like that,” he confirmed.
“We’d have to take Robin with us, though,” Steve added after a beat, causing Eddie to let out a breathy chuckle and dip down to press their foreheads together.
“Fine by me, long as you’re there.”
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddieweek2023#steddieweekprompts#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#ficlet#drabble#steddie ficlet#stranger things 4#stranger things#I'm getting this one out right before bed#but I made it#Metalhoops writes
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@lurkingshan Ok. So I haven't really been in QL land long enough to have watched a lot of under the radar ql stuff to be honest. The OJBL journey is the thing that really is helping me discover more stuff or when someone else recommends something.
Also before I start a couple of things. I don't really know if any of this is obscure or not to be fair. I guess these are things that I had to go look for because I'd never heard of them. But that's me. Second thing. Outside tumblr I don't really know what's ql or not. The only distinction I really make is asian queer media or western. So, sorry for my ignorance in this. This is just some of the ones I watched not too long ago I guess.
Speaking of my ojbl journey. You already talked about No Touching at All recently. But I'll take this opportunity to plug another one that I really like and I wish more people watched was
Ai no Kotodama
The wonderful @twig-tea is my guide through this endeavour and when she told me about this one she also said that it was left out of a lot of rec lists at the time for a couple of reasons.
I'm gonna try to not spoil anything but I really don't understand. I loved the editing in this and how they used everything around the couple to mirror them and work for the love story. Everything serves a purpose here and it's all very deliberate. Sure it's a bit older (lol) and maybe some people are turned off by superficial factors but I really liked it and I loved the progression of these two idiots obviously in love.
Silhouette of Your Voice
I adored this one. Think Last Twilight but Japanese and they didn't screw up anything. One of them is losing his hearing and the other is just a sunshine that will work for his lunch. They are precious. And I think this one might qualify as bl. A warning to anyone who might see this: If you have sensitive ears, do not watch this with headphones. Because at times the sound we hear is the sound Kohei hears and it's not pleasant.
Twilight's Kiss aka Suk Suk
I love when I get to watch love stories between older people. It's just a great reminder that there's life as long as you're living. And life doesn't end at 30, or 40, or 50 or whatever it is that you've been been told to believe. Also queer older people is even rarer so when I found this one I had to watch it. I loved it so much. There's so many great moments, I love the tenderness of the mains, and the conversations around the gay retirement home and the music, I loved the music so much.
Another caveat (because obviously I have issues and need to explain myself a lot). I love my rose-tinted glasses but at heart, I live for the sad stories.
In Between Seasons
I cried so good during this one. It's a story about waiting and about using time to accept, and forgive and heal. It's about family and coming together. And it's beautiful. But it's no bl and it's sad, so fair warning.
That's all I got for now. If I remember more I'll share. I might need to start posting more about films I watch if for no other reason that I would have gifs to use on my own posts. 💜
#thanks so much for this ask#i took me a while to answer#but I made it#Rose's Day of Asks#has become#Rose's Day of Answers
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Me after defeating Meg after numerous attempts:
#hades game#hades supergiant#hades#hades megaera#megaera#i was STRESSED whenever she came on screen#like i was not prepared for her to be so hard (and pretty like damn)#BUT I MADE IT
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I did. I actually made it. 14 assignments in 2 days. I'm gonna cry 😭😭😭😭 but if anyone of you tells me college is fun and games again I'll stab you in the throat.
#i feel like dying#my back hurts from sitting upright for hours#my hands are giving up on me#BUT I MADE IT#mahi ki no baat seedhi bakwaas
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just ran after the bus and crashed into a pole
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consider this: Fig wants to wear matching rings with Ayda. However, imagine Ayda having sensory issues when it comes to accessories that are so tight like that. So instead, Fig gets them matching necklaces and reassured Ayda that it's fine.
However. Ever since that moment, Ayda start trying to slowly get more comfortable with wearing rings and stuff like that without Fig knowing. It's tough. She wears the rings until they feel Wrong on her, and tries again later. After a considerable amount of time, Ayda is finally comfortable with wearing rings and the first thing she does and gets matching rings for her and Fig.
The gifting part is a bit awkward. Ayda isn't exactly sure how to bring it up, so one day she just asks Fig to hold out her hand and she places the ring on Fig's palm while saying,"Wear it. Please." And blushes as she shows off her own hand, which already has the matching ring on it. Fig becomes overwhelmed with emotion and puts the ring on before pretty much tackling Ayda in a tight hug.
#this is more for me because i used to have bad sensory issues when it came to rings and jewelry in general#i had to spend months forving myself to get comfortable with rings and other jewelry 😭#now i wear jewelry constantly. it was a hard journey#but i made it#figayda#fig faeth#ayda aguefort#d20#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high#dimension 20 fantasy high
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me fighting for my life trying not to puke on a bus filled with people after eating a grotesque state fair sandwich that had two glazed donuts instead of buns and then immediately riding on the scrambler and the kraken questioning how this could've happened to me
#nausea always feels like the end like i'm going to DIE#i'm going to puke in my purse and they're going to hit me with bricks and throw me in the road#but i made it#someone even kindly asked if i was okay#because of the agonized expression#text
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we went up the Śnieżka mountain on monday and I think I may have used all my allocated steps for this week. I can barely walk to the toilet now lol
#nothing important#I cannot remember the last time my muscles hurt this much#I'm not sure they ever did#but I am kinda proud of myself bc there were five points along the way where I thought I'd just lie down and give up#but I made it#the worst thing was the last stretch before the schronisko/shelter bc it was so foggy that day you could not see more than ~15 meters#in front and we had no idea how much more there is to climb#on the way down when the weather cleared a bit it was funny to see you could see the peak of the mountain for quite a while from that path
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