#that is my favorite colors

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[art-ofatypical]

Seasons Greasons! I couldn't get this photo of Belphie and Pangur from @pangur-and-grim of my head, so I used it as practice for my new colored pencils!

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[flodaya]

#katniss is a victim of the sassy men apocalypse

[heartorbit]

[hankandmonty]

Happy dimension 20 day that last one was a doozy

[umblrspectrum]

infinitely funnier visuals in my head, likely because they werent subject to my actual skill level in art

[the-phantom-peach]

I love them so much I will shove my entire fist into my mouth ❤️

[dianagj-art]

also some of my favorite panels here 🥰

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[smoosie]

"This is so freaky...Alexa, play Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64, Act 1, Scene 2 : No. 13, Dance of the Knights."

[morganbritton132]

Eddie is observant the way that only an outcast can be. He’s always existed on the periphery of the student body and when no one wants to even make eye contact with you half the time, it’s easy to be invisible. It’s easy to watch.

Because of this, he knows too much about people. And because of his great big crush, he knows wayyyy too much about Steve.

It’s a problem.

He’s bad about dropping lore that no one else knows because Steve has never mentioned it before. He’s getting increasingly weird looks that all comes to a head at Family Videos one evening.

Eddie there, listening to Robin and Dustin debate what they think Steve’s favorite movie is when he casually says, “It’s Romancing the Stone.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, “…I’ve never told anybody that. How do you know that?”

Eddie’s not going to say that he saw Steve buy tickets for the movie on four separate occasions when he was sneaking into The Hawk. No. He’s going to say something worse like, “My friend, Gareth. He told me. He likes to… watch you.”

That is, you know, weird and Steve says that. He also lets it go because it doesn’t even crack the top 10 weirdest things to happen this year. He’s actually impressed by how much Gareth knows because, “I don’t even think my parents know that, wow.”

Eddie and Steve become better friends, get closer, and it’s smooth sailing. Steve doesn’t even mentioned Gareth’s ‘stalker’ habits when Eddie invites him to watch the band practice.

And then Gareth brings out cookies with cinnamon in them and didn’t mention it even though he “knows” that Steve is allergic so now Steve thinks Gareth wants him to die.

[zondearts]

another practice painting based on a wip I'm procrastinating on

[tamaytsuki]

I think chapter 21 of @heavilycaffeinatedsblog's Silver Bells might be one of my favorite chapters. It was so fun seeing the whole group play white elephant and Keith's reaction to Lance's gift was adorable. The icing on the cake was the mistletoe scene and i had to draw it, so here it is. I also made an extra effort with this drawing because i felt like this scene deserved it.

[ideksams]

i'm kind of wilding over twiyor right now 😭😳 (wip)

[technically-human]

Bf jacket

A commission for @mystic-marsh-arts that I loved working on! She always has the cutest ideas, and gave me so much freedom. I'm very happy she allowed me to include a bit of Charles here as well!

[starryechoesworld]

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.