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ohhhh i think im gonna lose my job
#im such a fuckin idiot#i stg my shift started art 4:30#i go to check the app and it says my shift started at 12????? HUH????#i swearrrrr dude i specifically saw 4:30 - 9:30 on my time schedule#i didnt realize til i checked my app to make sure i didnt leave too early#and at that point my shift was nearly done#ohhhhh boy#i mean i technically have sick/emergency time saved up in case but it looks REALLY BADDDDDDDD#MAN#i also technically have an excuse if anything (my aunt died like a day ago) but jesus man
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no one asked but this is the post that inspired this! thank u immensely for the luv <3 number 1 comment was wondering what steve’s bids were & from his pov, so without further ado...enjoy — part one here!
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Begrudgingly, Eddie has to admit that Robin might be right.
It’s impossible not to be looking for the bids since he brought them up to her. Even though Eddie was fully expecting to tell Robin to suck it, maybe even wager what little money he had against this working out, Eddie can’t help but watch for them in every interaction. And fuck, she’s right.
They’re little, but they’re there.
The first one Eddie would’ve missed if he wasn’t looking for it. Actually, that’s a lie; Eddie does miss it, until Robin points it out, the nosy bitch. It’s minuscule and honestly, it just seems like Steve asking his opinion — which friends do all the time! It’s why Eddie brushes right over it.
“Okay, be honest,“ Steve had said, walking and talking as he entered the living room where Robin and Eddie were sprawled across the couches. They were both waiting on him, the three of them set on heading out to the drive-in to catch a film.
Eddie can’t fathom why Steve felt the need to change his outfit for it, but when he returns, he gets it. It’s not quite the usual polo Eddie had grown to like on Steve, this one hanging a little looser, the colour a bit darker than Steve’s usual choice, the sleeves a little shorter — almost midway to a muscle tee.
Steve’s fingers fiddle with the distressed collar of the shirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles and fussing over nothing. He swishes back his floppy hair with a flick of his head. “It’s a new shirt, I know it’s a little different - but what do we think?”
He says we but he’s looking at Eddie.
Eddie, who has taken to trying to reel in his gawp because what the fuck Steve? It’s like he’s well aware of what drives Eddie insane and has specifically leaned into it. Some evil goblin in Eddie’s brain whispers think how good he’d look in your shirt and he squashes it, giving a visible twitch to shut down that train of thought.
From the other couch, Robin clears her throat loudly and smiles sweetly at her best friend. “It looks great, Steve.”
It’s sincere and Steve’s mouth tugs up, nearly a smile but his gaze fast-tracks back to Eddie. Eddie nods in agreement, a bit sluggish from his distracting thoughts and god dammit, the extra exposed skin of Steve’s arms are so not helping. “Yeah, looks... looks good, man.”
Steve smiles, lips pressed together but his shoulders curl in just a bit, deflating just a tad. From where Steve can’t see her, Robin waves her hands wildly and catches Eddie’s attention. He watches as she gestures wildly and it takes a moment to realise what’s she mouthing — ‘A bid! That’s a bid, you idiot!’
Oh fuck, Eddie thinks. Cos it totally was; the question, the focus on Eddie. He doesn’t even think about the logistics of it, of the fact Robin was right, just jumps right into picking up the bid.
“You trying a new style?” Eddie asks and then thanks whatever god invented the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it schtick because he’s feeling so far from casual or confident. “Going metal on me, big boy?”
Eddie just manages to catch the grin that breaks across Steve’s face as he turns away, giving a scoff — it comes out too soft though, giving away his complete lack of annoyance. He pulls that usual Steve Harrington pose, hands sliding onto his hips, and screws his face into some melted smiley-grimace. “Shut up, Munson.”
Eddie grins and goads on the blush that’s beginning on Steve’s neck, a glorious tinged pink colour. “If this shirt is any indication, you’d pull it off just fine.”
Eddie watches the blush climb higher as Steve ignores the comment, his smile still giving him away. He grabs his coat and pats down his jeans — ridiculous tight acid wash jeans that Eddie hates he’s somehow become attracted to — ensuring he has his keys and wallet. Once assured, he looks up at his two friends again, brows raised, and says, “Ready to rock and roll?”
That comment alone has Eddie seriously reconsidering his type in men.
There’s only a brief moment to talk about it when Eddie and Robin cajole Steve into going and getting them both popcorn to get a moment alone. Steve had scoffed, face twitching in the way it did whenever he tried to hold back a bitchy comment, but he still stomped off in the direction of the snack stand.
The moment he’s out of earshot, both voices explode in the back of Eddie’s van.
“What did I say—”
“Jesus H Christ, you were right—”
“Literally how many times do I have—”
“Oh my god, you were right—”
“ —before you realise I’m always—”
“Robin.” He cuts her off, hands landing on her shoulders. Robin eyes them warily, lips still parted from how her rant had been cut off. “Robin, I’m gonna kill you.”
“What?” Robin’s nose scrunches up. “What the hell are you—”
“Oh Christ, I can’t believe- how long have you noticed those bids?” Eddie’s aware he sounds a bit estranged, eyes probably wide and it doesn’t help when he softly shakes Robin back and forth. She lets herself be shaken, hair flying back in forth. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You are such a bad gay friend!”
Robin smacks his hands off her shoulders with a frown, her freckly face perturbed at Eddie’s outburst. “Dude, it’s not my fault! May I remind you that until very very recently you were seeing someone else? What difference would it have made?”
Eddie waves his hand, disregarding the point with a shake of his head. His unkempt curls cover his face and Eddie sweeps them back in one motion, “What difference would it have made? Oh my, Jesus—“
Whatever long-winded sentence Eddie was about to spit out is lost by the sound of Steve’s approaching footsteps, effectively shutting both of them up.
Eddie flings himself to the other side of the van, putting an unusual amount of distance between Robin and him like they were being caught doing something they shouldn’t.
Robin frowns at him and gestures wildly with her hands in a way that means what the fuck man? Eddie gestures back, though he’s not entirely sure what his fast hand motions are supposed to mean when Steve rounds the door.
He’s got two buckets of popcorn tucked under each arm and Eddie quickly crosses his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits like his stupid hand motions will somehow give him away.
Steve looks up, stopping just a way from the edge of the van, and looks at the pair of them. His eyes track from Robin still sitting on one of the old cushions and looking two seconds from burying her face in her hands, across to Eddie. He huffs a laugh and kneels on the edge of the van.
“I know he’s gross Robin,” He begins, tone light, as he holds out one of the buckets for Robin to take. “But c’mon, is the distance really necessary?”
Robin snickers as Eddie makes an appalled noise, both of which make Steve smirk. He holds out the other for Eddie to take and Eddie snatches it, glaring at him over the buttery rim for his comment. Then takes a handful and shovels it in because he can’t think of a witty comment to retaliate. Steve crawls into the van and plops himself between them with a content sigh.
“See? Gross.” He teases, shoving his hand into Eddie’s popcorn bucket to grab a handful. Eddie scowls and chews a little faster when the flavour on his tongue seems to register in his brain.
His eyes stare at the popcorn bucket as he chews, then swallows — up the front of the van, the radio that’s tuned into the correct frequency begins playing the opening credits song as the screen changes. Silence sweeps across the drive-in but despite the sudden hush, Eddie has no qualms about breaking it.
“Sweet n’ salty flavour?” He asks Steve, only half attempting a whisper. Robin shushes him instantly, her focus already on the movie that’s beginning. Steve smiles, looking a bit sheepish beneath the glow of the drive-in screen, but he nods.
“I know you like it.” He whispers with a small shrug of his shoulders. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Fuck, Eddie thinks again and hastily feeds himself another handful of popcorn before he says anything majorly stupid in response to that, like: Oh, amazing- have you noticed the big fat crush I have on you as well?
He doesn’t even need to look at Robin to know she’s smiling, smug as ever.
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Steve, God bless his oblivious little heart, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
Steve likes Eddie. Eddie is— god, Eddie is different but he’s good.
He’s this strange amalgamation of traits that Steve can’t comprehend how they fit together in one body or how Eddie manages to pull it all off completely charmingly.
He’s loud, he says rude things, he’s fucking dorky, and far too sweet on the kids — he likes to tease Steve, and yet somehow, when Eddie calls him ‘pretty boy’, Steve knows he’s not actually making fun of him.
Steve likes Eddie, likes his boyishly endearing charm, likes his touchiness towards Steve that no other boy his age is like, likes his messy curls and his ‘holier than thou’ attitude about metal music even though Steve doesn’t get it, like at all. And fuck, Steve really wants Eddie to like him.
It reminds him faintly of when he first started working alongside Robin at Scoops. That thought tickles in the back of his mind, something along the lines of how he had wanted Robin to like him for other reasons, but he doesn’t delve into it.
To Steve, it’s simple: he just wants Eddie to like him.
After the night at the drive-in, between Eddie acting strangely skittish and Robin giving more amused snorts than usual, Steve knows something is up.
He knows they must have discussed something when they sent him on popcorn duty, the bastards. He tries his best to not feel left out; god knows Robin and he have more than a dozen secrets they’ve sworn not to tell anyone but each other.
Besides, Steve trusts Robin to come and tell him if he really needs to know, even if it does worry him a bit. He bites down his anxious thoughts, even trying for a moment to see if there’s a pattern he’s been missing.
That train of thought gets derailed when Steve recalls instead Eddie’s delightful reaction to his new shirt — that Steve definitely hadn’t bought for that specific reason.
Even though Robin had given him that look when he’d first shown it to her — her bright eyes had narrowed, her smile turning a little more coy, and Steve had felt his ears get a little hotter. She hadn’t said anything though, just suggested that he should wear it tomorrow night when they were going out with Eddie.
God, he was glad she suggested it.
Rewinding over Eddie’s parted lips, the way his brown eyes had drank in the details as they trailed up his body and lingered on his arms— Steve had the sudden thought to flex the muscle, just to elicit some reaction, but it had gone out the window at Eddie’s original dismal reaction.
‘Yeah, looks... looks good, man’. Said all aloof, like he hadn’t really thought it. It was like bursting a balloon hidden behind Steve’s ribs, one he wasn’t even aware was there until it was deflating pathetically, making his shoulders sag.
Then— ‘You trying a new style? Going metal on me, big boy?’ And dammit, it’s like Eddie had clocked exactly what calling him ‘big boy’ had done the first time in the Winnebago.
Eddie had then grinned, done another once over of the new shirt, even as Steve pretended to search for his keys and wallet while saying something snarky to try to cover up the heat crawling up his neck. Yet, Steve found himself smiling too because, fuck yes, Eddie liked it too.
But, apparently, whatever Eddie and Robin had discussed wasn’t considered important enough because Robin never brought it up.
The thought and worry about it melt away in Steve’s mind until the memory of that night is about Eddie’s compliment, about his cat-like grin over the popcorn bucket, and how he had leaned over to whisper every bad joke into Steve’s ear all through the movie.
Some of them had been down-right filthy jokes which Eddie only seemed to enjoy more when Steve screwed his face up and nudged Eddie in the ribs, yet unable to hide his smile.
After the third vulgar joke and subsequent nudge, Steve had chided ‘dude’ with a poorly hidden grin. Eddie, smile all cheeky, had nudged him back with a ‘dude’ of his own.
Which, of course, ensued a nudge competition til Robin had given a shush that librarians all over the world would be jealous of. But Steve didn’t even care because he and Eddie were arm to arm, pressed close together and Eddie…didn’t move. Stayed close, like he wanted the closeness the same way Steve did.
Steve only remembers the strange drive-in moment when Robin brings it up finally, on one interesting Saturday night.
It’s not the usual routine; it’s not very often that the whole group gets together to share drinks and get rowdy.
But it was for Robin’s birthday and she’d been persuasive enough to get even the introverts, like Jonathan, to come along. Though, she was aware he’d probably spend the night on a pool lounger, stoned to high heaven. Whatever floats your boat, she’d said, happy for the company in any form.
There’s enough of them there that it almost resembles some sort of party— and makes Steve try not to think about the last small party he threw here. He can tell Nancy notices it too, eyeing the pool a bit too long in a way he’s very familiar with, then taking a swig of beer.
So, Steve heckles them inside — doing a fantastic mothering impression as he waves the group indoors with a promise of pizza, and that has both Jonathan and Argyle perking up and beginning a fast discussion on the best pizza toppings.
Eddie makes a fuss, because of course he does, and moans terribly when Steve tries to roll him off the pool lounger he’s on. He’s had a bit of a joint and some beer, and Steve’s learned that he gets adorably stubborn after some substances.
“Stevie, this is mean,” he had pouted, gripping the edges of the lounger and staring up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “You telling me I did all that bonding with you for nothing? Can’t even lounge by the pool! I’ve got a couch at homeeeee.”
Steve had sent him an amused look of disbelief, hands on his hips after his first round of flicks against Eddie’s arm were apparently fruitless to get him to move. “Really? Didn’t peg you for a gold-digger, Eds.”
Eddie had snorted at that, one hand coming to slap over his mouth. Steve couldn’t quite hear what he had said but the words pegging and anytime slipped through and Steve thinks he could get the gist of that.
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Steve muttered, feeling the tips of his ears turn warm. He didn’t know how Eddie could be such a menace— or why he enjoyed it so much when he was. Steve waved a hand in the direction of the doors, ignoring Eddie’s delighted snickering. “If you go inside now, you can be on music, alright?”
And that had finally got them all indoors, Eddie whooping and skedaddling through the doors in an instant, with a call of ‘no take backsies!’ echoing behind him.
Inside was much cozier, the whole group a little more connected when squished up on the couches together. Eddie had taken Steve’s word and was jamming a cassette into one of the speakers when Steve made it back inside after scouting around the pool for leftover cans and butts to throw out.
He’s just been thinking about what playful jab he could make at Eddie’s music, like Eddie always did to him when Robin hollered at him from the kitchen.
“Steve!” She’d yelled excitedly and he come to find her quick, brows raised as he entered the kitchen. She was grinning, already a bit jumpy as she got when she had a bit of liquor — but apparently not enough because when Steve saw what she’d called him in for, she’d announced, “Tequila shots!”
Which lead to now. A hazy combination of beer, tequila, and a bit of weed, and Steve is feeling good. Robin had managed to hijack the music not too long ago, with a hiccup of ‘it’s my birthday’ that had Eddie surrendering with a pout.
She’d since put on a bit of everything: some Blondie for Nance, Talking Heads for Jonathan, and some Bowie, just so she and Steve could dance along to ‘Magic Dance’ and she could do all the silly little goblin voices that made them both cackle.
Steve realised at some point that Robin was playing their mixtape, the one she’d made for driving in the morning, and nearly tripped stumbling over to her in his excitement. He grabbed her shoulders, not too hard, and squeezed.
“Is it- is this our mixtape?” Steve asked, words slurring only a bit. Robin gleamed, hair bouncing with her excited nod.
“Yes!” She was already dancing, even though the tape was between songs — because she knew what song was coming. “It’s Springsteen time, Steve!”
Right as the drums to Born to Run filtered out the speaker.
And oh, Steve loves Robin so much. He loves having a best friend that knows his favourite song and gets jittery and excited because she knows it’s about to play— that she put it on this mix for him.
“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, the words bursting out like he can’t control them. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed, just happy, just drunk, and overwhelming happy to be able to have this.
And even though Robin knows this, she still beams, feet dancing along and just begins to sing along with the song, “In the days, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream…”
It’s a brazen drunken performance from the both of them. Steve’s chest is heaving after just one chorus that he’s pretty sure he put his whole soul into and he’s so fucking happy —and it feels like pure instinct to seek out Eddie, his eyes scouring the room for him.
Eddie’s leaned up against the wall, hiding his smile behind a can and Steve doesn’t think twice about it— doesn’t think about why he’s so drawn to Eddie, why he wants to include him in this happiness — just extends his hand out and grins.
Eddie sees the bid coming this time.
Part Three.
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yes i saw all ur lovely tags and MAYBE cried about it. but thats none of ur business.
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#OBLIVIOUS STEVE IS MY FAVOURITE!!!!#idiots in love#they're so important to me ur honour#on god am i gonna make them KISS#but steve's gotta figure it out first lol#ruby writes steddie#steddie#steddie ficlet#i think i can call it a fic now lol each part is 3k+ i think#steddie fic#IF U WANTED TO BE TAGGED AND I DIDNT IM SORRY#lest i come off terribly egotistical i need direct instructions to tag lmao#even then i tagged sum people that just said 'can't wait for part 2!' which? isn't?#I DUNNO#i went off vibes someone said they were vibrating so i was like get over here the next part is here#one of these tags is just a steddie blog i love.... and they reblogged part 1#corrodedcoughin <3 i love u hehe#the stobin bestie love SHINES in this#i love them so much they are BEST FRIENDS!!!#if u have any ideas... i do love reading the tags and seeing what people want to see next ! im fuckin making it up as i go lol
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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fellas, is it gay to get flustered when your colleague wraps his magic around you to keep you out of trouble? 🤔
#cookie run#shadow milk cookie#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#creme university au#ive been sitting on this doodle for like a month now lord have mercy on my soul#god im mentally ill about what my friend and i did with these two#shadow milk used to be blueberry yogurt but he did a fuckin huge amount of forbidden magic in one go and it shattered his mind#so now hes unhinged as shit and insane but being around pure vanilla sometimes calms his mind#and he sometimes feels like his old self again#this is only possible because pure vanilla Did Something after the accident to try and save blueberry yogurt#cause they were pining after each other like the idiots they were#and now they are linked on a magical level#and pure vanilla is still trying to reverse the effects of the forbidden magic on the love of his life#shadow milk had no fuckin' idea but in this scene he ended up piecing some things together#i should try drawing pure vanilla's lab but omfg room drawings are not my strong point#okay ill shut the fuck up now i love them so bad
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chash got me a little cheetah stuffy and i named her chicken pot pie and for the last couple of days i've been talking aloud to her like she's my therapist (dr c.p. pie phd) and i just had a really intense breakthrough about something that happened 14 years ago. what the fuck
#i raised my adderall dosage about 2 months ago and it's been a real fuckin ride#please refer to that 'you have to watch the dosage' post for more information. like. im acting real unwise.#and today i accidentally doubled that dose and then fainted at the doctor and found out i weigh 96 pounds with like 16.8 bmi. bad!#anyway all of this opened my third eye i guess#thamk you dr pie phd#one idiot's journey
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just try to tell me this isnt how that scene went
#cosmic wheel sisterhood#abramar#gods im about to become the whole fuckin fandom for this idiot just u wait
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an attempt at nastasya's portrait <3
#if i were prince myshkin id have kissed her photo too <3 i love her so much#nastasya filippovna barashkova#nastasya filippovna#the idiot#the idiot fyodor dostoevsky#referencing actual 19th c portraits was fun#now that im looking at her she kinda looks like my dunya but also what the fuck am i gonna do. theyre both dark blond and haughty-looking#fuckin whatever#anonart#nastasya#i was gonna have her Majorly RBFing but i didnt really see any references with anything other than Vague Smile so i went for accuracy :/
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It's ungodly late (4 AM) and I stayed up reading comics about silly aliens and I found myself loving the interaction between a certain yautja and a human. Here's a highlight reel.
I was reading Prometheus: The Complete Fire and Stone Comic. I highly recommend it. The art is super cool. The comic is entertaining. And the story isn't half bad. It's especially interesting if you like the Prometheus movie.
I was cracking up the whole damn time these two were stuck together. He (the human) was gonna grow a spine or die of a heart attack.
#Get leashed idiot#Fuckin hated Galgo for the majority of this series then they fo this and I can't help but laugh and hope he lives#Not cuz I like him but because hes a funny guy forced to learn his lesson#Comics#AVP#Yautja#I had to stop myself from reading this all in one night-#Im gonna be so sad when its over
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I feel like Howdy would be the type to go to the dollar store to save money then complain when something is like $1.99
i second this....
#he also seems like the type to have the funds to shop regularly at like. idk whole foods and H&M#but he exclusively thrifts and goes to dollar tree & the 99 cent store and shit#i know this man's coupon game is Insane#probably has a whole extra wallet purely for coupons and gift cards....#in the checkout line the store winds up owing Him money#rambles from the bog#further solidifying that if howdy pillar was a real person id fuckin hate him lmao#itd be On Sight!#wait lmao#howdy would get seriously injured#and while everyone is freaking out / calling 911#howdy has a calculator out typing up the cost of an ambulance ride / hospital bills / insurance#he pauses looking at the total.#then starts calculating funerary costs#they get sick of waiting for an ambulance and just shove him in the car#sally leans over to see that howdy is googling cremation urns based on price#IM SORRY THIS IS INSANELY FUNNY TO ME#im sitting here at my laptop snickering like an idiot#sally just smacks the phone out of his hands....
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Tried my best! #4 in my Six Drivers series (i messed up the order of who was where like an IDIOT but DR3 is coming soon), requested by @lyslsstuff !!
also I am sick AGAIN. why my art is always better when i am unwell (mentally or physically) should probs be studied
#idiot artist strikes again#that should be a tag#cuz why do i always do the best art when im sick#i hate being sick#fuckin stuffy ass nose bro#artist complaining again#drinking a milkshake while posting btw#six fanarts#zhou guanyu#zg24#f1 fanart#formula 1#f1#procreate art#ask
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ok y'all I gotta be honest, but I totally knew that Ragh had gotten Kalina from Porter and thought that everyone else also knew this so seeing some people surprised threw me for a loop a bit
However this certainty of knowledge had absolutely no impact on any of my thoughts and theories this season 😂 not once did it cross my mind that Porter was the one with the spies tongue curse and honestly it didn't even cross my mind that Porter had infected Ragh on purpose I figured it was an accident like when Sandra Lynn and Tracker did the healing
I just didn't like Porter bc he was a dick and mean to Gorgug 😂
#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#i figured Porter was up to something cause itd be funny and also hes a dick and his thing with Zara was sketchy#but i didnt think it was him as the fuckin mastermind behind it all like this#im over here on my couch going 'hey what about raghs dad? do we know anything about him? what if ragh is a junior and kalina meant his dad'#as soon as the clip started playing i was like oh my god im an idiot how did i not make the connection#i gotta go watch this episode again its fuckin lore hefty but man is it good#dimension 20#my textposts#also majority of my dnd knowledge comes from this show how am i supposed to know barbarian healing isnt a thing 😂#honestly i dont even think i took it as like an actual class feature healing like a cure wounds#i just assumed it was a more metaphorical thing rather than actual regaining hit points lmao
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unrelated to my previous manga complaints, but do you ever like read a romance and just find yourself completely uninterested in all the side characters but the mangaka clearly really likes the side characters to the point where the secondary romance becomes just as prevalent as the main characters and actually cuz the main characters have gotten together now the rest of the manga is just going to be brief snippets of fluff for them and then chapters of dedication to the second ship getting together but you dont even care about the secondary characters so you just like skip all of it????
#me when i read given i was like get these old men OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!#i did not care about them#also a bunch of other romance stuff ive read that i cant even remember#even kimi ni todoke sometimes im gonna be so fr#fuckin hiyokoi when the best friend gets with the little tsundere guy i was like SNORE#i did love when the toxic lesbian fell in love with other love rival tho that was awesome#ya know who never had this problem????? My Love Mix-Up!!!!#i love the secondary romance#and for once its like very naturally built into the plot because the whole thing starts because of them all being idiots
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Octokuber, day 1 - Rider
If I didn't rep my boy Shinji on the first day, I would persecute myself to my dying days.
Dragon Knight was popular where I grew up, so young me would try looking for the show online and be greeted with Ryuki. I hold him accountable for all my current illnesses 🫶
#'thats not how reflections work' i dont care. final vent.#tokusatsu#kamen rider#kamen rider ryuki#shinji kido#octokuber 2023#i have no idea why im fuckin doing this im so busy#i just wanna draw heroes forever and pass away quietly#if anyone or anything tries interrupting me during the whole month i will fucking kill.#DID YOU KNOW DETAILS OF HEROES DIDNT GET ESTABLISHED UNTIL 2005. DRAWING THIS HURT ME#the things i do for my idiot dragon boy
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Hii can i request akechi + gay flag
ok so i tried to do that thing i see people on instagram doing sometimes where they turn their screen to grayscale and do a painting just off of values and here's what came out.
[send me a character + a flag]
#i used the og pride flag because um. i've already done the other ones#bad fuckin choice apparently . some idiot didn't check the values when he made this palette#me im the idiot#p5#persona 5#goro akechi#akechi goro#p5r#persona 5 royal#cleb art#color palette challenge#pride flag palettes#gay#pride 2024
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You guys know that American Jews have nothing to do with the actions of Israel, right. You guys know that it's a sovereign nation with a government full of shitheads that has nothing to do with individual Jewish people in other countries. You understand this right. You get that Jewish people are not a monolith and don't unilaterally support Israel by virtue of it being a 'Jewish State', right. You get that being antisemitic at home doesn't remotely help the people in Gaza. Please tell me you understand this
#spitblaze says things#making my own post bc im not a zionist but also dont particularly enjoy hearing about the uptick in violent antisemitic hate crime#its not nearly as bad as whats going on with the ppl in gaza but theres a lot of idiots out there that dont realize that minorities#(and jews in particular)#are not a goddamn hive mind. so#maybe use some of that energy to demand action from the government or raise money or uplift palestinean voices#instead of being a shithead to people who may very well *AGREE* with you.#but ppl dont care bc jews are in charge of israel therefore all jews must agree with its actions (could not be more incorrect)#anyway im gonna...maybe have this be the only post on the subject unless ppl start getting REAL weird abt this#this isnt about us. this isnt about jews. its about the citizens of gaza. thats the fuckin point here
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inside me there are two wolves
one wants Rosie to have a happily ever after and be far from the institute and have a life far far away from it and everyone involved and go to therapy
the other wants her to still be in contact with wtgfs and visit occasionally and warm up to the admiral and have tea with basira every other week and pay her respects at the institute ruins every now and then.
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#im such a fuckin idiot i forgot who rosie was and went 'wait. wait how did you know- ohhh wait nvm receptionist'#but yea#magpod#tma#the magnus archives#magpod confession
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