#time for some serious

[spacedace]

What is it about laying on the floor when you're overwhelmed that makes everything feel so much better?

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[varpusvaras]

Jason's an angry crier, okay? Maybe he's an emotional crier too, and that is decisely one of the reasons he wears a helmet. It's not that he is incapable of doing things while crying, but he is crying nevertheless and no way in hell is he going to let anyone to see that ever. So, he's just quietly sniffling under his helmet for one reason or another while doing his job because it be like that. And, well. It's not like he is hanging out with anyone outside of the job for long enough for them to see him having big emotions without it, so it's fine. He doesn't have to train himself to keep it in, it's actually really cathartic. He just lets the tears come, his brain balances itself out, no one notices, a win for him.

...then he starts to actually spend time with Roy and the rest of the Arrows. And even if their relationship with each other is getting better, they still have some preconceptions of him, including that he is cool and calculative even when he gets angry. And then one day something seemingly very miniscule happens (Oliver patted him on the back and called him a "good son") and they all just hear this sniffle and turn around and Jason is just standing there with huge Ghibli tears running down his face, and everyone is alarmed because what.

Jason gets tissues and hugs and a cup of tea immediately and everyone is fussing and Jason doesn't know if it's nice or if he should be extremely embarrassed.

[lucabyte]

you dream of devouring your friends whole

[letswonderspirit]

[ewwww-what]

Nobody is as excited about the preview as I am. I have paragraphs.

[yeloenk]

Inktobertale - Day 1!

some warm-up sketches of ink to kickstart day 1 of inktobertale!

the first few days might be sketches/unfinished works since i have a few commissions on my plate! but i hope to post some finished works later ^^

[yrsonpurpose]

Shut up and kiss me.

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

prayer of the day:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[artilite]

fishersif tonite? fishersif tonite queen??

[whatudottu]

Me and the homies I dragged into playing ISAT with me (voice over style) and thus thoroughly infecting them with the ISAT hyperfixation gathered to play poker and so- drew us VAs as the cast give or take some liberties :P

[kbsd]

and what if easy company were all vampires? what then?

[haneentifosa005]

Here are some f1 memes I made pt.3:

(I posted this yesterday but tumblr ate it)