#silly saturdays

[heretolurkandnothingmore]

Silly Saturdays 2 - Hair Dye

Based on this scene from "Suite Life of Zack and Cody". Giant thanks to everyone who voted in the idea poll! Don't worry, the "loser" ideas are going to be used next week and the one after that. If you want to suggest an idea for me to work Silly Saturday, drop an ask my way. Sorry for how late and rushed this was, the universe was determined not to let me win today. RIP phone charger, my only pencil sharpener and my sanity. See you soon with more digital art, and next Saturday with more of whatever this is.

[jencsi]

Silly Saturdays

[shepfax]

[goobernumbertwo]

average @firefox-official interraction with anons

[acis-arts]

Gays :D

Gays :D

[preqvelle]

When hims being silly.

[itsmuffiiee]

@daycarefriendpickup hosted a art thing! Wow wow wow! Super fun ::D 10/10 I will be doing this again in the future! I blocked out any art I don’t own! I met such amazing people like @puffinft and @moon-m4n ! ‹𝟹

My favorite doodle of that day! Lunar Cosmic Brownie Cookie Moon and Vanilla Crème Wafer Cookie Sun!! These are close enough to trickster mode right? (I gotta draw them trickster soon!) Based off some of my favorite treats as a kid!

More Doodles Below!! ・・・・・★

!! Can’t wait to do this again >::]

[skateironicallycantskate]

days of the week

[steddieasitgoes]

Their dining room table has been taken over by thousands of tiny little beads and elastic in different colors. 

Steve sits opposite their sixteen-year-old daughter, a thin elastic band clutched in one hand and an assortment of approved beads laid out in front of him. He picks up a small purple crystal-like bead and tries to feed the elastic through the minuscule hole. 

“Christ, why isn’t this hole bigger,” he groans, squinting as he tries for the third time to thread the bead onto the elastic. 

“Aw, but I thought you liked tight holes, sweetheart,” Eddie teases, sauntering into the room. 

Their daughter pretends to retch before turning up the Taylor Swift song playing from her phone, hoping to drown them out. It doesn’t matter that they have a state-of-the-art stereo system in the other room that sounds a thousand times better than the shit speakers in her phone. She likes the convenience. 

Steve, on the other hand, glares playfully at Eddie. “Seriously, not in front of our daughter.�� 

“Oh, please, don’t pretend she doesn’t know things.” 

“I mean, yeah, but she doesn’t need to know things about us.” 

“I really don’t,” their daughter agrees. 

Eddie laughs before collapsing onto the seat beside Steve. Assessing the beads in front of him, Eddie collects a few and gets to work. 

“Hey,” Steve whines, swatting Eddie’s hand away when he tries to steal one of his beads. “These are mine. You didn’t even get her approval.” 

Eddie scoffs. “I don’t need her approval. She trusts me, right bug?” 

Their daughter rolls her eyes, but nods. Eddie hoots victoriously before going back to his own bracelet. Steve shares a look of amusement with their daughter. One that says it’s better to let Eddie think he won than try to give him a set of rules to play by. 

Many things have changed about Eddie over the years, but one thing that has remained the same is his disdain for other people’s rules — even if the rules are coming from his daughter. 

When Steve tries to take a peek at what Eddie is working on a moment later, he gets a swift elbow to the ribs. “No peaking!” 

Shaking his head, Steve gets back to his own bracelets. It’s a lot easier threading the beads when he grabs his glasses from the bedroom and he manages to finish two daughter-approved bracelets in the time it takes Eddie to finish whatever he’s been working on. 

“Are you ready to see the best bracelet ever?” he asks, standing up with all the dramatics he had when he was thirty years younger. 

Steve and their daughter nod, setting aside their own bracelets to look at Eddie’s creation. 

A rainbow of beads, all different shapes and sizes surround a group of block letter beads that reads: Fuck Ticketmaster. 

Steve laughs while their daughter smirks, shaking her head. 

“It’s not a Taylor lyric, but I appreciate the sentiment.” 

“Our bank account definitely agrees.” 

“So will the Swifties, you’ll see!” Eddie says, reaching for another random set of beads to start another bracelet.  

The three of them spend the rest of the afternoon making friendship bracelets. Well, Steve and their daughter do. Eddie continues making “Fuck Ticketmaster” and various other obscure and random bracelets. The highlights of which include a red beaded monstrosity with the word “scarf” on it and one that just says "Olive Garden."

Unfortunately for Steve and their daughter, Eddie’s unhinged bracelets are the biggest hit at the concert. He ends up trading all his bracelets before they even get into the stadium. 

He doesn’t let them live it down, proclaiming himself the King of Friendship bracelets. 

[braindeadlosrrr]

Dead Tired.

Y'know, I'm not really sure if they're actually dead or not in canon, because if not then this comic doesn't really mean anything and if they are then this is like, super poetic I guess (kinda sorta not rlly lol) ((if theyre not dead just pretend theyre genuinely just sleeping here,,,,))

anywho "til death do us part" but what if even dying is too much to bear knowing you've run out of time to be with your partner in life

just a thought I had,,,,

[pink-octopede64]

the full cast of indigo park but as closely to the general style of 1960s saturday morning cartoons as possible

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[steveshairychest]

"If I roll a nat 20, will you do it?" There's mischief in Steve's eyes as he holds one of Eddie's dice captive in his hand; it's a d20. They're supposed to be getting ready for a concert, a concert Eddie has been dreaming about for weeks!

But here stands Steve Harrington, his boyfriend, the light of his life, his muse, with a challenge, a dare.

"If I roll a nat 20, you have to wear the most normal, plain, boring, straight guy outfit to the Ozzy concert but if I don't, I'll let you dress me up however you want. Deal?" Steve shakes the dice around in his hand and raises an eyebrow at Eddie, waiting for an answer.

Eddie almost wants to laugh. It's too good to be true.

Eddie wants to say no because there's no chance Steve will win, but he also really, really wants to see Steve lose so that he'll have to wear the leather outfit Eddie picked out for him days ago.

There's still a 5% chance he'll roll a nat 20, but Eddie isn't thinking about the consequences of that, he's just thinking about Steve's ass in leather pants.

"Deal." Eddie says with a confident smirk and leans forward to kiss Steve's hand holding the dice.

Then Steve rolls the dice on the table, it clicks and clacks against the wooden surface as it rolls, and then it stops right in the middle of the table. Both of them hold their breaths, afraid to look.

Steve gestures for Eddie to look first and so he does, he pats his boyfriend sadly on the shoulder as he passes him. "I hope you're ready to squeeze that ass into some leather - Oh, fuck."

The number 20 stares up at Eddie and he feels all colour drain from his face as Steve leans in close and whispers, "I can't wait to see you in a polo."

[bluegirl-something]

The trio taking picture‼️💥

Bonus:

All: We look dead inside | Ben: Wait, don't you two make that face all time?

Inspired by

[khytal]

emergency meeting

[bobosbillionsknives]

💖 Hyper moe Knives 💖