#scratchpad

[colorpuzzled]

my pride post i think

[hollowslantern]

this is a year old but i never posted it cause i was shy but my favorite character from the hobbit is bilbos weird fucking neighbor who tags along

[tamedmadness]

Day 5/366:

I am a hoarder of all things that make me look I have an organized life: planners, notebooks, highlighters, pens, post it notes, index cards, magnetic to do lists, etc.

I have been carrying this one around me with for a while and honestly should called it my ADHD journal. For so many years I’ve honestly lost count now, I have had so many things stuck in my head; from recipes to dreams to To-Do lists to Christmas gifts to quotes to travel plans to furniture dimensions to self help book responses. I really have no idea what I would do without a notepad and I really believe everyone should have one.

Here’s to continuing to day dream and may the pen always be mightier than the sword.

[zestful1122]

Scratchpad is a start-up company whose primary objective is to put a notation layer on top of Sales force in order to make it easier for information to be transferred from salespeople to that platform.

[ice2pp]

[flowersinmidgar]

happy birthday to the game ever <333

og image teehee

[extrashortshorts]

But what... If...

What if alligators kissed on someone's badly lit  scratchpad 👀

muah muah muah muah

Help

[laundrybiscuits]

Note: this is not a Stancy story.

“Say it,” he bites out. He’s pushing too hard, being too mean, and he doesn’t fucking care. “Say you love me.”

Nancy’s eyes slide off to the side and she—she laughs, like he’s making a joke, but he can see in the way she’s got her arms wrapped around herself that they both know it’s not a joke.

“Steve, come on,” she says.

There’s a hot, buzzing feeling in him like a hurricane.

The words peel out of him: “But…we’re soulmates.”

He’s gripping his forearm, holding it out in front of him even though he’s wearing long sleeves. It doesn’t matter. They both know whose name is written there in careful, neat cursive, like a puzzle piece slotting next to the blockier name scrawled on Nancy’s wrist. 

Nancy reaches out to push his arm down and out of the way, out of her eyeline, but she laces her fingers with his like she’s trying to calm him down. Like an apology.

“Steve,” she says. “Let’s just—can we focus on the important stuff, here?”

This is important, why don’t you think that nothing could be more important than this. Steve doesn’t say it because he’s trying to be better. He can be better for her, for Nancy, his soulmate. So he swallows it down and nods, gripping her slender fingers tight in his. 

———

It takes him a while, but he figures it out. It’s fate. It’s gotta be. It’s all a big part of their story, the one they’re gonna tell at their wedding, about the time they broke up and made bad decisions and were really unhappy. When you find your soulmate early, sometimes you have some growing up to do, he’ll say. Or maybe Robin will say it. He can’t imagine a wedding where Robin’s not his best man. Best lady?

It’s so stupid, but there was a moment, back in ‘85, when he thought maybe Robin could be his true soulmate. Like maybe there was some giant cosmic error, and the smart, funny, beautiful girl he’d been overlooking all summer was really the one he was meant to end up with after all. 

When she tells him about Tammy Thompson, it’s almost a relief. The universe isn’t wrong after all. He actually feels really sorry for Robin, because without a name on her arm, how’s she supposed to know who to pick? And with the gay thing—it’s gotta be tough even just knowing who’s an option. He doesn’t think he could handle that kind of uncertainty. 

It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to. All he’s got to do is hang on until his story and Nancy’s story bend together again, and become their story. He thinks it’s kind of romantic, even: like he’s been given this time to learn to be a better boyfriend. 

So he’s in good spirits, especially when Eddie Munson gives him a heavy look that shoots through his veins like lightning and says as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. If even Eddie can see it after spending about five minutes around them, probably not even knowing about the soulmate thing, it must be true. 

———

Afterwards, he finds himself unexpectedly alone with Nancy in the hospital, waiting their turn to see Max and Eddie. It’s not exactly the stuff of fairytales; even though they’ve had a chance to go home and shower and get some sleep, they both have Upside Down gunk caked into their fingernails and purpling shadows under their eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead are way too bright. The flimsy plastic chairs are digging uncomfortably into his thighs. 

But he’s not gonna get a better opening than this quiet moment, with Nancy slumped against his arm, tired and lovely.

“Hey, are you—” He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey, Nancy. Did you…think about, uh, what I said? About…you know. The future?”

She goes tense.

“Yes, Steve. I did.”

Maybe something in her tone should be warning him off, but he’s on this road now, careening down the fast lane with no exits in sight. 

“And? What did you think?”

Nancy takes a deep breath, then lets it out after a second in a heavy sigh. “Steve, I…I’m with Jonathan now. You know that.”

“Yeah, but that’s—I mean, you know it’s not the same.”

“No.” She slips a thumb under the cuff of her sweatshirt and rubs it over her wrist. It looks like something she doesn’t even know she’s doing. “It’s not the same, no. It’s…Steve, it’s better. This way is better.”

He ducks down, tries to meet her eye. “Nance, I know I was kind of a shitty boyfriend, but—things are different now, right?”

Finally, she turns to him. Her back straightens, shoulders square, like she’s bracing herself. 

“Yes, things are different,” she says slowly. She reaches out to take his hand in both of hers, soothing. “This hasn’t changed for me, though. It’s not about—I just can’t be with you, Steve. Not like that. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say but we’re soulmates again like a child, but it lives in his throat, in the thump of his heart. Maybe she just needs more time.

Maybe not, though.

(ETA: continuation here!)

[tboyboytoy]

Go on then. I'd love to see you try to shut me up ❤️

@spiralling-down

You can resist, I'm sure you'll play at it. I'll wait. But in the end, you want to obey, to sink nice and deep for me. Look into my eyes, sweet one. You'll do this because you crave it, you've carved your need for me into your soul yourself and my words run like rivers in the channels in your flesh. Follow them down. Sink into my arms. Resting your head against my scars. That's it. There you go.

Now.

Speak.

[synthaphone]

laughing my ass off at the first draft Gyarados backsprite from the leaked scratchpads for Diamond and Pearl. it feels like the artist eyeballed the already janky RSE backsprite- which, in turn, was clearly adapted from the janky GSC backsprite!!!! this awful drawing stuck around for two generations before finally looking SO bad in the early DP scratchpad that someone put an end to it (and the decision to zoom into a closer angle was made)

[colorpuzzled]

does anyone fw him . the ringer

[hollowslantern]

ITS ALL SO DIFFICULT

[om0000]

i actually love krita i take everything back

[charaznablescanontoyota]

infinity episode 4

[aztarion]

filling out this pinterest board like sol & lettows trip to riga & cairo will be a vampire honeymoon & not the beginning of his potential doom

[flowersinmidgar]

literally him for the entirety of crisis core