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Something’s wrong.
It’s a quiet afternoon in Will’s room. Mike is here, and this simple fact should be taking precedence over all else. It would be, on any other day — a day where it wasn’t off-puttingly quiet outside. On any other day, it would be all he could focus on.
Not that it’s not important. Mike is here, sprawled haphazardly across him, limbs akimbo like he couldn’t even be bothered to right himself before the need to bodily press every square inch of himself up against Will’s torso suddenly overtook him. It’s endearing, is what it is, even though Mike’s feet are dangling off the side of Will’s bed — they’re getting too tall to be able to lie down like this, side by side and taking up all the room they could possibly want. He’s got his cheek pressed up against Will’s sternum, arms wrapped so tight around Will’s stomach and lower back that it’s bordering on uncomfortable.
Endearing. It’s endearing, the need for proximity. The need for closeness, for touch, for reassurance. Mike wasn’t like this before. Not to this degree, at least. Will pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but the façade hadn’t even lasted a day before he cracked. He needs it too, and they both know it — the rhythmic push and pull of Mike’s breathing. Feeling Mike’s heart beat steadily against his own, separated by a meager few inches of blood and muscle and bone. The kinesthetic weight of a body against his own, grounding him on his off days — days where his pulse is perpetually panicked and off-kilter, threatening to fly away entirely, rendered unsuccessful only by the shape of Mike’s shoulder blades under his palm. The cotton of his flannel button-down, worn soft with use.
Grounding things. Real things. Safe things.
It’s a quiet afternoon. Mike’s foot twitches, suddenly and gently against where it’s pressed up against the line of Will’s calf.
It’s a quiet afternoon, and Will feels off, down to his bones.
Mike might be falling asleep.
Will smiles, hides it in the soft curtain of Mike’s hair where it’s brushing over his neck. Cups a hand around the back of his head and wraps his other arm around his shoulder — tighter, tighter, like Mike might just get up and walk away if he doesn’t. For all his pretending, Will is like this too, now: desperate, a little needy, selfish in small, ordinary ways. Too quick to worry when a call goes unanswered. Too quick to fuss over cuts and scrapes and bruises. He hugs too tight and he kisses too hard and he gets unsettled by quiet, calm afternoons.
He wasn’t ever like that before.
Mike twitches again — so delicately that it’s almost like an afterthought — then his arms tighten around Will’s midriff.
That feels intentional. Even if it hadn’t been. Things with Mike feel intentional. Purposeful.
Even if he is — you know. Asleep, a little.
Will’s room is comfortably warm; the late summer sun has been hiding lately, and the sky isn’t blue, exactly but at least it’s not red anymore — dark and rolling and angry. It’s still, and it’s quiet, and it’s peaceful for the first time in a long time — a long time—
—and still, something’s wrong.
“Will?”
Mike shifts, just slightly, just enough to lean his head against Will’s collarbone and look up at him. He catches the edge of Mike’s expression like it’s a secret, a glimpse of wide eyes, a little confused.
Will peers down at him. “Go back to sleep.”
“I wasn’t,” Mike says, even as he blinks heavily. He rolls out his ankle, bumps it against Will’s and keeps it there, stretches long and languid, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Will says. If Mike stays like this, if he doesn’t look up any farther, maybe he can get away with it.
Mike doesn’t sound convinced. “You sure?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and pushing himself up, just enough to be able to look at Will better. “You seemed…”
He trails off. Will tucks a stray strand of hair back behind Mike’s ear, from where it had been falling loose and down into his eyes. “I’m sure,” he murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”
“I wasn’t asleep!”
“You were,” Will laughs. “You were twitching. Like a cat.”
“I don’t twitch,” Mike insists, then pauses. “Do I?”
“Sometimes,” Will admits, then presses a kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “When you’re really tired. I think it’s cute.”
“Stop,” Mike mumbles, but he lowers his head back to Will’s chest. “So mean to me.”
“I called you cute!”
“Mean,” Mike says, sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep already as he snakes an arm back around Will’s chest, hand resting lightly on the side of his throat, just over his jaw. He tangles their legs together, the sheets going wrinkled and bunched up under them. “So mean.”
Will smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers. He glances down at the mess of black hair in front of his face, runs a careful hand through it. Again, and again, and again. Mike makes a small noise, content and pleased, and presses in closer, like he’s trying to vanquish whatever minute semblance of space might have been left between them. “I won’t be mean again.”
It’s a joke, obviously. Still, Will traces apologetic circles into Mike’s back, into the gentle dip between his shoulders. He maps out the planes there, tries to commit them to memory by touch alone, the way he can feel Mike breathe in — slow, hesitant — and then out again — faster, like he’s collapsing back into Will’s body.
The circles give way to shapes, any that Will can think of. Then lines, curved and looping around his shoulder blades, his upper arms. He trails fingers up the back of Mike’s neck, where the cotton of his shirt gives way to a more organic warmth, and scrapes his fingernails lightly against the skin there. Drops another delicate kiss to the sliver of Mike’s forehead where his hair is parted as it falls around his face.
Mike lets out another pleased noise, half-coherent and probably involuntary, and his hand twitches lightly on Will’s jaw. Will bites back a smile, and stares straight up at the ceiling.
Will was never good at this before either — taking the things he wants. Letting himself have things he wants. Something is turning over in his gut, warm and viscous and slow, with each moment of touch he lets himself have, in this newfound, selfish way — through Mike’s hair, down his arms and back up again. Over his back, his shoulders, trailing fingers up his cheeks. He rubs circles into Mike’s temples, watches his brows unfurrow — for once in his life — and his expression go slack with contentment. He wants to touch the corners of Mike’s mouth too, where they’ve turned downwards, vulnerable, half-pressed into Will’s shirt.
He does. He can.
It’s a novel thing, for him, having someone be this close. Having someone be this close just because they want to be, because they trust you.
Will doesn’t know what to make of that. He’s never felt this before, the urge to hold someone so close that all the bad things go away. The urge to touch, the urge to lie here until entropy takes them.
There are no bad things anymore, though. It’s a quiet afternoon, and it’s calm, and it’s peaceful, and—
Will stops.
His hand stills on Mike’s back.
Oh, he thinks, still looking up at the ceiling. Oh.
“Will?” Mike stirs again, and he’d definitely been right on the precipice of sleep this time, judging by the way his voice is dragging on the single syllable. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Will whispers, a little incredulously, as realization dawns upon him. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry too, a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”
Mike taps a slow finger against Will’s cheek and peers carefully up at him. “What is it?
“I,” Will starts, then stops. He’ll sound ridiculous if he says it. Ridiculous and pathetic and— “Nothing,” he says anyway, despite every molecule of better judgment in his body. “I’m just— I’m happy.”
Mike pauses. “Oh,” he says simply, cheek still pressed to Will’s chest. He sounds a little caught off-guard, in a good way. “I— that’s good. That you’re happy.”
The weird feeling in Will’s gut bubbles up, up, and over. “Yeah,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice even. “I am. You make me happy.”
At this, Mike looks up. His expression is a bit startled, like a deer in headlights. “What?”
Oh, god. Will swallows. He looks back up. “I just,” he says, “I’ve never— I’m happy. And I don’t know when— I don’t know if I’ve ever. Been this happy before, I mean. Before everything. Before—”
You, he thinks. He doesn’t say it, but it goes implied.
Mike is silent.
The weird feeling starts settling back into Will’s stomach, slow and steady like molasses. Shit. That was, objectively, probably a weird thing to say. It was, right?
Oh, god.
Will blinks, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, and keeps his stare fixed on the ceiling.
“Will,” Mike says at last, from somewhere below him. He lifts his head off of Will’s chest, tufts of black hair swimming into view. “Can you— can you look at me, please?”
Oh, god.
Will looks down. “Yeah?”
Mike looks— wondrous, maybe, which is a bit dramatic, but it’s true. “Really?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound freaked out or anything, which is a good sign, but— “I do?”
“Yeah,” Will whispers. “You do. Like, really happy.”
Happy seems a bit diminutive, if Will’s being honest. Whatever this feeling is runs much deeper than that — past contentment and comfort and satisfaction. Ease, maybe. Safety would be closer.
He doesn’t say any of that.
Mike’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink. He splays his palm across Will’s cheek and asks, in mild disbelief, “Is that what was bothering you?”
“It wasn’t bothering me,” Will says quietly, tugging at Mike’s wrist and sitting up, just slightly, leaning back against one elbow. “I’m fine.”
“You weren’t,” Mike says simply, and lets himself be moved. “I could tell. I just— I thought it was something, you know. Worse.”
“What?” Will laughs, and Mike’s expression softens in relief. “Like what?”
“I don’t know!” Mike exclaims, but he’s smiling too. “I just— I could tell, and I didn’t— I don’t know. Never mind.”
Will pushes a strand of hair behind Mike’s ear again, the same one that had been falling back out the entire time they’d been lying together. “I’m sorry if you worried,” he says quietly. “I just— I didn’t know what it was. I’ve never been this happy before.”
“Will,” Mike starts, expression earnest and searching. He opens his mouth and closes it again.
“Sorry,” Will adds, for good measure. Maybe Mike is, like, totally freaked out. “No pressure, or anything.”
“Don’t apologize,” Mike says immediately, frowning. “Never apologize. I just— I’m happy too. You make me happy. Really happy.”
“Well that’s good,” Will jokes, but it comes out halfhearted. “I should hope I’m not making you sad.”
Mike rolls his eyes. “Will.”
“Sorry,” he says on instinct, then immediately bites down on his lower lip. “I mean. Yes. Yeah.”
Mike gives him a look, exasperated and a little fond. “I mean,” he says, then leans forward, all the way back into Will’s space, “you make me happy too. I don’t know when I’ve been— me too, I mean. Me too.”
“Oh,” Will breathes out, in awe, a little bit, of a lot of things — the deepening flush across Mike’s cheek, the ease with which the admission comes tumbling out of his mouth. The simple reciprocity of it bowls him over, like maybe Mike thinks about this, when Will doesn’t know — just how happy Will makes him. “Okay.”
Mike eyes dart between his own. “That all you have to say?” he teases. “Okay?”
“What else do you want me to say?” Will asks, teasing back, a little, but also asking a little truthfully. He’s not the greatest with words, but he’s also not stupid — he understands the implications, here, of what it means to feel so happy around someone that it feels like you’re admitting to something bigger by just saying it. He knows what he’s implying, and he knows Mike is picking up on it, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words — the way his soul feels like it’s stilled inside of him, somewhere, no longer restless or jittery or perpetually keyed up.
He wonders if Mike feels like that too.
The thought, suddenly, is too much.
“Nothing,” Mike says, after a moment. He pauses, then presses a fleeting kiss to Will’s cheek. “Nothing.”
“Mike,” Will says, suddenly, then grabs a hold of Mike’s wrist again. “I— you know that I—”
He feels overwhelmed, a little frantic. He’s sure it’s coming through in his voice. The rest of the sentence hangs there, suspended in midair between the two of them.
Love you, Will thinks. I love you. I love you.
He needs Mike to know.
Mike can’t ever know.
He looks away again, like maybe Mike will be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at him.
“Yeah,” Mike is saying. “It’s okay, Will. I know. Me too. Obviously.”
Will relaxes. Thank god for plausible deniability. “Okay,” he says instead, feeling a smile split wide and exhilarated across his face. He feels like he just ran a marathon, and it isn’t until he lies back down that he feels it. The adrenaline, sweet and thick and palpable in his veins. “Okay. Cool.”
“Cool,” Mike echoes, then settles back down on top of him. “Yeah. Cool.”
Will tucks his chin over the top of Mike’s head, running a soothing hand over Mike’s hair. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure Mike is able to tell. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly. Mike lets out a noise that might be a laugh, and tucks his face into Will’s neck.
It’s a quiet afternoon. Everything feels perfectly right.
#i don’t know what this is#i’ve just had a Week#and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me#w their body weight like a weighted blanket#bc my weighted blanket is not cutting it rn i need More#anyways. i hope u enjoy this stream of consciousness#i am so touch starved and i’m being so fr someone better do something about that bc#my ex is coming back to town in 3 weeks and if i don’t get a hug before then i will literally text him#jk i won’t but. u know#LOL#n e ways#will byers#mike wheeler#byler#fun sized fics#fic#etc#ok back to studying Bye
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The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#mike schmidt#fnaf vanny#fnaf vanessa#vanessa afton#vanessa shelly#freddy fazbear#fnaf movie#security breach#fnaf anniversary#HAPPY FNAF anniversary week!!!#I WANTED to draw a lil thing in celebration 🎉#I’ll probably draw more things throughout the week in celebration#no doubt I’ll have more to draw after announcements/games drop#SUPER excited !!#SO OBVIOUSLY Michael and Vanessa are very excited for the anniversary#they still like Freddy’s after all#they need any excuse they can get to have a good time#though Mike and Vanny aren’t as enthusiastic you could say#Mike think they probably shouldn’t celebrate at all#seeing they’ve only had bad things happen to em 💀#and Vanny is just not even arguing just straight up nah#I bet they’ll get more into the spirit as the week goes on tho 🩵💜#it’s been awhile since I’ve last drawn all 4 of them together!!#so felt the most fitting for rn they return the crew ever
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Doing this bc I’m scared to and won’t on my own
if this gets 5k notes by October 20th, I will tell my dad about my eating disorder and get help to recover + therapist
Rules:
No spamming
5 notes per person including likes
if either one of those is broken, I’m reducing the time limit, basically making it less likely to hit the goal on time
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PLEASE STOP SPAMMING
tagging is okay
Might delete later(sorry!) because I’m scarrredddd, I don’t wanna tell my dad >:l
#Basically I’ve been trying for the past two weeks to recover on my own without having to tell anyone about it and bro I just cant#Jsbsjdhd#It will only be a temporary recovery though heads up#Because I’m not going to get away with this eating disorder for much longer#I’m going to get found out so this is just temporary until I’m an adult#Once I’m an adult I won’t have to worry about getting caught 😌#Ahhh I’ve had this disorder for like a year now I’m sick of it 😭#Okay maybe not temporary#Actually I wouldn’t mind recovering for good actually this sucks#Notes game#note game
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AU where Ford did end up going to West Coast Tech and he ends up founding Aperture Science (and yes, this was all because Cave Johnson and Ford have the same VA)
#doctorsiren#gravity falls#stanford pines#bill cipher#aperture science#portal#gravity falls au#gravity falls fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#idk what happened this week but I lost my ability to draw this man 💀#the amount of times I redid the sketches and aren’t entirely happy with them BUT#I wanted to post the idea just bc it’s been plaguing my brain#I’ve had portal on my mind again since Tuesday#I need to replay portal 2 again ough it’s one of my favourite games…#the idea may have been done before bc it’s pretty obvious but shh idc…
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Eddie posts a Tiktok of himself waking Steve up at midnight on June 1st like, “Babe, wake up. Stevie.”
“Huh?”
“Guess what month it is?”
Steve, making a valiant effort but slowly losing the battle to stay awake, blinks in his general direction and then says, “…Steve Harrington, Chicago…2004.”
“I’m not giving you a concussion test!” Eddie exclaims and then, “You got one of those wrong.”
Steve just stares at him like, “Which one?”
“The year.”
“Time is an illusion.”
Steve lays back down as Eddie nods more or less. It was 1984 in 1986, so he’s not exactly wrong.
He nudges him before telling him why he actually woke him up, “It’s pride month.”
“I have pride in you every month.”
#Steve’s had so many concussions that if he wakes up groggy and confused he just assumes he got another one#two things I’ve done this week: wrote 2004 instead of 2024#and responded the question of what my name was confidently with: Megan#which is not my name#eddie munson tiktok saga#eddie munson#steve harrington
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POV Ganondorf idk I haven’t played Las Vegas
#my art#I’ve had this screenshot + idea donking in my head for a couple weeks#it’s nice to finally get it out#arcade gannon#fnv arcade#fallout#fallout new vegas#new vegas#TikTok redraw#meme#idk man I’m just tagging shit at this point
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I would be so powerful if even one of my executives functioned. Just. Even a single one of them. Please. Please .
#executive dysfunction#shitpost#196#autism#asd#I have had exactly 1 task which I’ve meant to do for legit the last week and I just haven’t even started
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TFONE spoilers?? Kinda??
Based off that one meme by nachosforfree i think
#still new to posting shit on tumblr so#I’ve actually had this drawn for a couple weeks bc i saw the movie in august#but i wanted to wait for the movie to actually release before posting#anyway a mutual gave me the idea for this#i just drew it lol#transformers#tfone#tfone spoilers#transformers one#sentinel prime#orion pax#macaddam
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Playing with the idea of Steve giving Mike, Lucas, and Dustin a heads up about Eddie before they start their freshman year. About how it's in their best interest to join Eddie's friends, called Hellfire. He hypes Eddie up: how he loves DnD, sounds smart like they are when he gives his super annoying speeches. He's really into music and movies and he's got a van, maybe he'll take them to the arcade.
So now it's Eddie's first day of his third senior year, he's sitting in his normal spot in the caf with the boys, when he's bombarded with three freshman he's never seen before. They're excited to meet him. Can't stop talking about how they've heard he's cool "but in a freak way, like us", how he's so smart and funny, loves DnD. Great at sticking up for the little guy and will be able to protect them
He can't help preening a bit. Normally he's got to save the new needs himself, but apparently his reputation proceeds him. By the time they settle down, he's blushing under the weight of their praises. Definitely something he's not used to, even from his friends, to hear an entire list of reasons why he's apparently so cool.
"So, my young padawans, who spoke so highly of your new Dungeon Master?"
"Steve," Lucas replies, bouncing with excitement.
Confused, Eddie looks between the three of them. "Uhhh, Steve who?"
The curly-headed one scoffs, rolling his eyes. Pretty bitchy for a freshman, Eddie thinks. Kid's got an attitude problem.
"Steve Harrington. What, like you guys don't know him?"
Only the sounds of the cafeteria pierce the tense silence around Hellfire table. Eddie thinks he should check the guys' reactions, but he's honestly so stunned he can't force himself to move.
"Yeah, we do know him," Jeff says. "He's and asshole."
"He's not an asshole, he's awesome," Dustin screeches.
The boys continue to bicker back and forth, but they still make space for the freshies.
Eddie's got a million questions, but one more than the rest.
Does Steve Harrington think I'm cool??
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Wrote a follow up fic!
#this would trun into steddie obv#Steve meets Eddie out at the picnic table after school to make sure he never sells to the kids#rambles about his children while Eddie just stares at him wondering how the fuck he's ended up in an alternate reality#one where steve harrington is blushing and looking at Eddie's mouth while he awkwardly rambles on#another idea that had a mind of it's own#but I’ve had a hell of a week so fuck it#i know it's only Tuesday#is this a wip? no probably not#buuuuut just in case#queenie's wips
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my life is actually genuinely over what am i gonna do without daniel….
close up of the art under the cut!!
#SORRY for being mia. i’ve just had like the worst two weeks ever but i’m better now :) ALSO IGNORE IT SAYS 14 YEARS OMG#f1#formula 1#daniel ricciardo#f1 fanart#f1 art#dr3#formula 1 fanart#my f1 art
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So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?
It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.
The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.
#t4t Holloweane my beloved#everyday I thank tumblr user ohnoitsjetster for introducing me to that HC#I gave Duke 70s hair and I love it so much it came out so good imo#and Miss Holloway is always just <3#I tried to modernize her a little bit#we’ll see what yall think#these two are fun but by god they are hard to draw#especially Kim#I swear I’ll get better at drawing her#what beautiful people though#social worker miss Holloway and witch Duke tho#omg so good#i imagine Holloway would go by Holly#Holly and Mister Keane#I’ve had a lot of thoughts while drawing this#hatchetfield#Starkid#nightmare time#nightmare time 2#miss holloway#duke keane#kim whalen#Curt mega#holloweane#holloweane week#holloweane week 2024#Holloweane week day 6#my art#:)
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Rodya found the yaoi :( (Limbus company)
The shitpost comic I’ve been working on has. Been taking much longer then expected I know I originally wasn’t planning on drawing anything limbus comp related until I got other important things done but I couldn’t get this out of my head so I had too 😔
OG image also! I got a ton of stuff cooking atm so HOPEFULLY I’ll have actually good art soon, I’ve just been very very busy with final exams and school
#Sinclair ily sinclair#I’ve had this game for a week and I’ve already gotten half way through canto four#The grind NEVER ends#PHIGHTING art soon guys I promise#I’m just juggling a LOT right now so I haven’t had that much time to dedicate to art#Also did I mention I got a sinus infection and SUSPECTED tonsillitis literally a day apart from eachother and now my vocal cords are FRIED#I literally cannot talk lmfao like I feel great otherwise I just can’t form words right I can NOT win with my shitty immune system#And during midterms week too what is my luck 😭🙏 (<- still went to school anyways)#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#limbus company#limbus fanart#limbus spoilers#projmoon#project moon#limbus company fanart#limbus company spoilers#limbus company sinclair#lcb#emil sinclair#Canto 3 spoilers(?)#sinclair lcb#sinclair limbus company#rodion#emil sinclair lcb#project moon fanart#shitpost#random shit#silly
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@alt-zadr-b1tch3z Day 4 - Time Travel
I’m sure Zim has some kind of memory eraser device somewhere…right?
#this came out more suggestive than I intended#they’re just kissing I swear#invader zim#zadr#fanart#my art#comic#dib membrane#alt zadr week#not exactly time TRAVEL per se but I’ve had this idea for months
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some sketches from today
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#narumitsu#wrightworth#maya fey#beanix#7yg#ace attorney fanart#art#digital art#my art#fanart#procreate#sketch page#I love the running Maya idk she just looks so nice there#I’ve just had beanix on the brain for weeks now#I think my lack of physical affection (hugs) is manifesting as me always thinking about the most huggable dude ever /silly
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I can’t believe I’ve never seen anyone mention that Fords college counselor told him multiple times, point blank, to ‘seek therapy’ OH MY GOSH. This man 😭😭 his issues have issues and keep ignoring the help that the people around him try to give him bc he believes he needs to do stuff on his own. The foreshadowing is wild. Stanley, the college counselor, and Fiddleford, all of them trying to reach this man and tell him it’s okay to ask for help.
I hope he and Stanley both got the therapy they needed post-Weirdmaggedon. Or at least talked through their issues like function (semi functional) people
#Can’t believe I haven’t seen anything about this detail#Ford was NOT thriving he was scraping by emotionally and putting all his energy into succeeding in one very specific area#(Academically)#Fiddleford was his lifeline 😭😭#that man was not meant to function alone he just wasnt#First Stanley then Fiddleford and then Bill. Then Fiddleford again. Then he had no one for 30 years#By the time he’d convinced him self. (As he always does) that he’s better off alone#That idea gets shot in the foot point blank just as Stanley gets shot in the head and Ford faces the idea of truly losing his twin#This was supposed to be a shitpost and now it’s ANOTHER analysis I’ve spent way too long on#Gravity falls#stanford pines#young stanford pines#ford pines#grunkle stan#backupsmore#im actually not sure if this is journal 3 or BoB cause I haven’t gotten the book yet. I found this screenshot and lost my marbles#Can’t fucking wait to actually have journal three in a few weeks#You guys are gonna get sick of me#stanley pines#stan twins#fiddleford mcgucket#bill cipher#journal 3#book of bill#character analysis#whoops
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But they’re out of their head when Splinter’s not around
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#tmnt vs batman#out of touch turts day#Leonardo#donatello#raphael#michaelangelo#damian wayne#robin#batgirl#barbra gordon#batman#Bruce Wayne#was debating just drawing the turtles and maybe giving mikey batmans cape#but me and my friends watched this for my birthday last week so I could gather references#and raph really did say families and teams are the same thing so I had to include the people#not my neatest cause I did it all on public transport but alas I’m happy with it#I used to love Batman as a kid so it’s very nostalgic#list I love the designs of these guys I do but I just don’t like the style#but I’ve learnt about shading and stuff from it so I’m happy I got to study it#did anyone guess Batman was next btw? this little project got a lot of traction this week I wonder if people guessed#I think you’ve all worked out what no.7 is…. and honestly idk if I’ll get it done in time but I’ll try#ALSO I HAVE BEGGED FOR THREE WEEKS AND NOT ONE OF YOU HAVE TRIED TO STOP THE ANIME-FICATION OF THESE TURTLES#LOOK AT THEM#IS IT TOO LATE TO SAVE THEM!?!?
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