#clean up later

[cidnangarlond]

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[sclappin]

Man whose definition of "monster" is extremely flexible.

[killed-the4rtisan]

This is about Space/Dib

Basically, they’re enemies turned friends turned lovers, they do real sappy and cute stuff

In the beginning, Space was literally out on the streets being homeless, cause how he got to Earth was by crash landing in a ship he was held in. He was really young, and survived. He knew staying around the ship would lead him to more trouble so he ran till now. Where he’s still running and getting by via stealing food or whatever he can get his hands on.

This is till he’s able to get set up in school. Weird stuff happens and he’s able to go there, at least a while till he either wants or has to leave again. He gets up his human form as best he could, the eyes he couldn’t change so he just walks in with sunglasses. As he steps in class, he instantly notices the weird alien. He knows that’s an irken, he’s seen them before.

He just ignores the irkens bad disguise and sits in the back. But one kid is watching him, actively. It’s a kid in the front with the huge head that’s looking at him suspiciously. Space is able to ignore this, through most of the day. He finds out their names are Zim and Dib. He ignored Dib and mostly had his sight on Zim. Since as he was sitting in class half paying attention, he got a bright idea.

He’d get the irken to take him back to his home planet. He’d be home safe and sound, with his own kind. Not on the dirty stink planet called Earth. So with this in mind he’s able to get him and Zim alone, or that’s what he mostly wants.

Dib is always there, spying. So the next best thing Space had was to speak to the irken in his native tongue. He half hoped it would work, since he knew irkens didn’t speak the areas Earth language, and it did. They spoke about how the moggie wanted out, how the irken didn’t want another alien on this planet.

They shook on a deal, the irken would get Space home and Space wouldn’t do anything to stop his invasion. Zim invited Space to stay at his place, so to keep an eye on him. He agreed and as they left school he went to the base with him. Dib would always be behind, and was so confused on how the new kid was able to get into Zims base to easily. And why he could speak a language that was so different from theirs.

Dib would obviously think it’s an alien, but he acted too human. Other than, mostly eating meat and, fish. Dib would just decide that Space would be put in an off category, without any other place to put him. Cause he was weird and didn’t fit in, like him.

This continued for months, but in between would Dib try and speak to Space only for Zim to shove him away. Space knew too much already, so him spilling the irkens secrets to the stink would be hindering. So Space stayed away from Dib for as long he could.

Space hated Dib, but this wasn’t either of their fault. Zim had been telling him that Dib was slowing the process of Space getting home. Since Space hated Dib, Dib hated him back. Space wouldn’t give Dib the time of day, or any answer to his questions.

This would continue, Space waiting for Zim to take him out of this shithole and blame it on Dib for it not going fast enough. The wait would be days, to weeks, then to months. Then as years went, so did school.

During highschool Space would find out that Zim just didn’t want to get Space home. He was just using him as a second set of hands and to keep Gir out of things. This has him leave Zims place, out of anger and hurt that this would happen. Gir would be there, obviously cause they had become attached to the moggie. Space didn’t care, he was just hurt, and it would take a great big apology.

Space had to find refuge, and sadly that would be with Dib. Dib had his fun with making Space give up information, but the catch Space had was it had to only be about himself, cause he still hoped Zim would get him home. Dib would then have his fill of information on Space, where he came from, and what he was. Space wasn’t able to lie, that well. So the truth always came out wether he liked it or not. After that, Space was able to stay at Dibs place, choosing to sleep on the couch rather then in anyone’s room.

Obviously Dib would see Spaces actual form he was most comfortable in, it was just surprising that Dib didn’t jump him and start poking him. During his stay they would speak, normally to each other. Dib would later question why Space hated him when he did nothing, he would answer with what Zim had been saying. They would have a truce, and would try and be civil with each other.

The apology did come sooner or later. Zim had to over do it for Space to accept his apology, but this would only scratch the surface on why Zim didn’t do anything. Space was able to return to Zims base since there was room there anyway. Since he had no bad feelings toward Dib, they were able to become fast friends. All the way to graduation and past.

Space and Dib were able to hang out more now that there wasn’t anything to keep them away from each other. Sooner enough Space would start to get, feelings for Dib. He didn’t know what to do, so for a while he just waited for the feeling to die down. But it obviously didn’t. He had to get his feelings out, so one day he just walked up to Dib and said

‘I think I like you. Wanna be my boyfriend?’

Dib is obviously surprised, and definitely flustered about the question. He says yes though, and Space is happy. Turns out that ever since they actually became friends Dib had started catching feeling for him almost instantly. They laugh about it, and then they start becoming lovey dovey. Zim is just annoyed about the whole thing.

That’s it, the end. They’re like in their 20s at this point

[crowkip]

slides u some timkon wip scribbs

[genesisinversion]

Doodled Yoimiya in me and A's modern AU

idk why her tank top has a penguin on it, she saw it in a thrift store and thought it was really cute and she was right

[paintedcrows]

Every day is harder, sanity seems farther

[andhyssops]

and the universe said I love you because you are love

[kiashieart]

Still Here. [timeskip!diego]

[salamispots]

[belfry-ghost]

little baby man art dump... he compels me

[arinmoss]

Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley

[greatunironic]

eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.

so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.

he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.

because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.

eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.

(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)

when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”

then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?

he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.

“you’re alive,” she says.

eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”

“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”

he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.

“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.

“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—

“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.

“maybe not.”

“don’t lie.”

“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”

“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”

“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”

“speaking from experience?”

“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”

“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“

“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”

“at the frozen four.”

“yeah, sure, that too.”

“what?”

“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”

“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”

“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.

eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”

“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”

“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.

the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”

“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”

steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“

“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“

“so,” says steve.

“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.

“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”

“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”

“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”

“coach! go time!”

“yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.”

“COACH!”

he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”

“pick me up in twenty?”

“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.

someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”

with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.

“damn,” he says quietly.

“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.

“how long have you been there?” he asks.

she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”

“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”

“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.

[toytle]

hello dc community, i finally have merch ideas i can offer 🤲

littlest pet superheroes,,,

[maddie-w-draws]

any art of any of the batman rouges?

i have this

[genesisinversion]

Doodled Yoimiya in me and A's modern AU

idk why her tank top has a penguin on it, she saw it in a thrift store and thought it was really cute and she was right