#but Thursday for sure

[imabillyami]

I can confidently say that the next chapter of “I’ve got you to lose” will be up by Thursday the latest! 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[c-53]

I cant believe its only wednesday this is so fucked

[the-bastard-of-the-universe]

@strange-aeons The my immortal video - effervescent.

[livwritesstuff]

It’s uncharacteristically warm outside for late-winter in Hawkins, Indiana.

It’s 2004, and the whole entire Party is back in Hawkins to celebrate Jim and Joyce’s fifteenth wedding anniversary (it’s actually closer to their sixteenth by now, but they’ve all well and truly entered that phase of adulthood where planning things is next to impossible), and it’s the first time they’ve all been in one room since…honestly, Steve doesn’t even know when. Since Lucas’s wedding in ‘99, maybe.

Everyone is inside unwinding after dinner. Steve can hear them from where he’s sitting outside on the front deck gently rocking the porch swing Hop had installed years ago with one foot, a now-empty bottle resting on the unfinished pine floor by the other.

The front door of Jim and Joyce’s house quietly opens and Steve looks over as El steps onto the porch, closing the door behind her as soft as she’d opened it.

She pauses, her eyes turning wary as they slide off of him and onto the baby girl drifting asleep in his arms (his and Eddie’s littlest baby, Robbie – the older baby, Moe, who’s nearly three so not really a baby anymore, is inside still probably being doted on by all her aunts and uncles).

Even in her early thirties there are so many ways El is still just like the little kid Steve met back in 1984. At the same time though, she’s completely changed.

“Doin’ okay, Ellie?” he asks gently.

She nods.

“It’s getting loud,” El tells him, “Someone put on Jeopardy.” 

Yeah, that’ll do it these days – older and wiser they may all be, but any kind of trivia is still a vice for pretty much the entire Party.

“Well, you’re welcome to join us out here for as long as you like,” Steve replies.

He knows El is a little apprehensive around babies still, same as she is with cats and puppies – really anything small and vulnerable that might have been used against her many years ago, so he half-expects her to go back inside.

But she comes over and sits down next to him on the porch swing anyway and for a while, both of them are quiet.

Robbie exhales a satisfied snuffling noise that tells Steve she’s well and truly asleep.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees El’s hand twitch, like she was going to raise it but then stopped herself.

“Can I?” she asks tentatively.

“‘Course,” Steve tells her, and he watches as El runs the tips of her fingers over the wisps of soft hair on Robbie’s head.

“How old is she now?”

“Three months,” he replies, “Four in a week or so.”

“And she’s…she’s doing…good?” she asks, and there’s something so El in her tone, the same tone she always uses when she’s tip-toeing her way through something that, to her, is foreign territory.

“Mm-hm. She’s good.”

El nods.

“Your daughters are lucky,” she says, her brown eyes trained wistfully on Robbie even as she pulls her hand away. 

Steve thinks he knows what she’s getting at, but before he can ask, she keeps going.

“She’s gonna live her whole life never having to wonder if she’s loved or if she matters,” El says, “She won’t have to wonder because it’s always true. That’s special. I love Hop, and everything I have that is good is because of him, but…I still wish I could have had what you and Eddie are giving her too.”

And Steve knows exactly what she means because he feels the same way, because he thinks about it all the time, every time he thinks about his daughters and the way they are his entire world like he should have been to his own parents and yet never was, every time he thinks about himself and his father and his father’s father and knows it ends with him.

He’s not sure how to put any of that into words.

It’s El though, and he’s never really had to put those kinds of things into words with El, so he decides to just nod and settle back into the porch swing with his friend at his side and his daughter asleep in his arms and the faint noise of the people he loves most carried over them on the breeze of a warm winter evening.

[radioactivegummyworm]

my fuckass backpack because i js got reminded of the post i made of the very first patch on this thing wow

[tiktaalic]

prayer

[seeminglydark]

✨I heard someone say

That nothing gold can stay

But there’s a love in all our souls

And it shines like gold✨

-The Gold Song by the Bouncing Souls

Johnny O’Sullivan is from my webcomics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal

[rasangan-raspberry]

A little comic I've been working on while I dont have anything to do at work

[finncakes]

mothafuckin' tanks bitch!!!! 💥👊💥

redraw of photo under the cut

[snekdood]

so uh

for 1. most people are gonna take advantage of black friday and wont see your specific niche tumblr post, I hate to say it

2. the us isnt running out of money for war any time soon, so...

3. this is just antisemitism???????? all we need is some (((echoes))) around the us and israel and then I'd have no reason to suspect otherwise from op...............

[charmac]

What is this Don't Hug Me I'm Scared-ass promo for S9, jesus christ

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[luzho]

sokka takes zuko to see THE BOULDERRR!!

i’ve been wanting to redraw that screenshot of sokka screaming and the boulder flexing in the same shot, but what about if ZUKO was also there! and he liked the boulder too!!

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Sokka and Zuko sitting next to each other and cheering for The Boulder, drawn in warm colors and against a green background with light bokeh effects. On the right, the Boulder smiles with open arms, shirtless and gleaming in the spotlight. On the left, Zuko (wearing septum and snake bite piercings, earrings, short hair, and olive Earth Kingdom robes) sits at the edge of his seat, flustered, wide eyed and with his mouth open; while a blushed and teary-eyed Sokka next to him (wearing earrings and his usual hairstyle and Water Tribe clothing) cheers with his arms raised. Behind him, distorted all-caps text reads “LET’S GOOO BOULDERRR!!”. End ID]

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

cas died on a thursday

[sonknuxadow]

Maybe you could try doodling Manic and or Sonia in werehog forms? Feel appropriate, make it a sibling thing (silly tone, no force)

THREE of them.....