#i worked 12 hours today

[hmsmilkbone]

I am sorry. I have so much work, and I am very pregnant so I just don't have time to respond to stuff on here as much (or draw, really.) Hoping I can get into a schedule soon which allows me to paint and chat more :(

[minhmynchi]

it's now midnight my time so!! happy birthday siffrin!!! here's him and loop relaxing with each other :3 a bonus twohats spoilers pic in the readmore <3

im so normal about them i swear. waaah

[hcsfff]

Okay. From what I can gather.

Iskall sent Joel so much love mail while he was on vacation, as a prank to fill up his inbox, but he didn't sign them to make it look like it was Etho. But I think he actually liked Joel in some regard so when Joel found out it was him, Joel said he wanted a restraining order. Now Iskall is going after the real bad boy, Joel's babe, Jimmy, as revenge...

[wackpedion]

this is how teachers who insist i always do the homework look like to me

[reading-writing-dying]

And what if I wrote a soup group secret/wildlife drabble full of angst as Gem deals with the fallout of her breakup betrayal from Pearl in Secret life and coming back to find her ally from secret life (both really but shhh that's not the point here) is now teamed with Pearl and Gem is missing her soup group :(

[isbergillustration]

[kirby-the-gorb]

[whytheylosttheirminds]

Guys I swear I’m over here just tappin away on my keyboard writing ch 5 and it’s not done because it’s so long 😭 it’s coming soon I promise!!!!

[michi-chelle-draws]

quick sticky note doodle for towa’s bday !

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 3 - Best Friends

Summary: Corroded Coffin...a group of good-looking young guys. But jealousy is not a good look on any of them.

Word Count: 941

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, jealousy, tiny bit of angst, mentions of FOI, tiny bit of Jeff backstory, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe, special appearance of the freshman.

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Enjoy!

Friendship dynamics in groups were always tricky things.

You'd know more about one person in the group than the others, someone might know more about you than you know about them. More often than not, the bonds of friendship were more braided and intricate than a straight connection from Person A to Person B.

This concept had led to many-a-fight between Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will. Petty, puberty-driven, anxiety-riddled fights that Eddie stupidly tried to mediate one afternoon when he got to the lunch table and found them all bickering.

The other, older boys groaned when their leader asked with a snort, "alright, who's fighting over the Skeletor action figure this time?"

Their arguing only got louder, all of them turned to face Eddie now, who realized his mistake as they spoke over one another and shoved elbows into each others sides.

He remedied it by whistling loudly to get them all to shut up.

"One at a time," he demanded, and then waved to Dustin, who sat the closest to him.

And Dustin, desperate for some sort of epiphany or intervention, asked,

"Eddie, who is your best friend?"

"Oh, that's easy," he waved dismissively. "It's Jeff."

It was a record-scratch moment.

Maybe not for everyone at the table, but certainly for the other members of Corroded Coffin.

"What about Ronnie?" Jeff himself questioned.

"Yeah what about Ronnie?"

"Weren't you guys in Kindergarten together?"

"Jeff can't be your best friend, because he's my best friend."

Everyone froze then and turned to Gareth, who shrunk under everyone's stares for a moment and then straightened his shoulders.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Jeff's my best friend, what about it?"

"When do you guys hang out except for Hellfire...or class...or band practice?" Eddie narrowed his eyes at Gareth.

"When do you guys hang out except for those places?" Dave retorted. "If anything, Jeff's my best friend because I've actually been to his house to listen to tapes before."

And from there it just devolved, as all of the boys at the table began to argue about who was whose best friend.

Everyone but Jeff.

Eddie was the first to notice him, sitting there taking immense interest in his lunch. Cutting his meatloaf into the tiniest bites.

"Alright!" he snapped, earning the table's. "Let's hear it from the man of the hour. Jeff, since you seem to be winning the popularity contest and have everyone up in arms about being the Ethel to your Lucy...who is your best friend?"

The thing was...if Eddie was the face of Corroded Coffin--of Hellfire Club--Jeff was the heart. And he knew it. He'd easily slid into the space that Ronnie had left vacant when she graduated, offering guidance and kindness and help to all of his friends.

He enjoyed a laugh, enjoyed being surrounded by everyone, enjoyed getting to see them all smile. Their happiness was his, and they all held a special place in his heart and in his life.

So it shouldn't have been a surprise to him that they all held him in such a high regard as well.

He didn't know how to soften the blow when the answer to this heavy, weighted question was "Richie Stafford."

It was said clearly and confidently, no hesitation whatsoever.

Cue another record scratch for all the boys at the table.

"Wait...Isn't..." Dave's face scrunched for a moment. "Isn't that your cousin?"

"Yeah," Jeff nodded. "It is."

"Wasn't he on the football team?"

"Yeah, but he isn't a bad guy." He shrugged and gestured to Eddie. "He graduated last year. That's why I was surprised you didn't say Ronnie. Because my answer is Richie."

Jeff watched his friends deflate for a second before he continued.

"You guys are all my pals. And I wouldn't give any of you up for the world. But Richie was my first friend, my best friend. I don't know if you remember Ed, but I was just as scared as these guy were to come up and talk to you on my first week of high school. A metal band? At Hawkins High? I thought you guys were the coolest!

"But I wouldn't even be in Corroded Coffin or Hellfire if Richie give me the push to try. I sat with him and his friends at lunch that first week, and he could tell how uncomfortable I was...but...I dunno, you got up on the table one day and played air guitar or something. Got detention, I'm sure. But Richie said it was like the clouds parted, so the next Monday, he sent me over to sit with you guys.

"He always said I was a nerd, but he never gave me shit for being myself," Jeff finished confidently. "So that's why he's my best friend."

Hellfire Club's table was silent for a moment, somber at the news that their favorite person favored someone else.

Eddie, ever the leader, was the first one to speak up.

"Well, thanks for being honest with us all Jeff. You stuck with your guns, and I think it's pretty metal of you, actually."

He and Jeff shared a smile with one another, Jeff happy that his friend and role model wasn't upset with him.

They whole table erupted into chatter, their voices filled with friendship this time, instead of anger or annoyance. They all picked on Jeff, telling him not to let the popularity get to his head.

"I will say," Gareth piped up over the din, "I feel better that at least you picked Richie...and not any of these turds."

The whole table broke down in laughter, and Gareth earned a soft punch to the shoulder from his best friend.

[amphibia-a-day]

Day 982 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: New Wartwood

[girlboyburger]

LONG overdue customs for @breakintolife !!

[mischiefbuckley]

ASDFGHJKL STOP IT RIGHT NOW OMG

[bsdawgz]

i’ve read a lot of fics where chuuya comes home stressed and ready to fuck the lights out of you but how about YOU come home stressed expecting to be MANHANDLED by him and absolutely DESTROYED by this man. he’s like “hey babe” and you’re tossing your purse on the floor shouting “bedroom, NOW”

[szaryherbatnik]

I want to put kremy in a snowglobe hes very tiny hes living in his snowglobe land and then i shake shake shake shake shake

[rabbiteclair]

do other fields have this thing where 80% of people who are, in theory, mid-career experienced professionals are barely capable of performing fairly basic tasks without personalized guidance, or is software development just suffering under the curse of an entire generation being told to go into the field if they want to earn enough money to pay rent