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[alteredsu]

Life is sucking, like rly bad rn, but I refuse to let it keep sucking

Just like most of my energy seems to be going into stuff that gives me little back

Life WILL get better! out of spite 😤

[ryuzumisama]

Chilchuck Timbs 👞

[8pxl]

my favorite art pieces i've made in 2023 buy a wallpaper or leave a tip / twitter / instagram / shop 

[astronnova]

some ideas for themed bosses depending on your palette

[hedgehog-moss]

Wild roses

[buppkizz]

mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today

[tierras]

bts of sandy liang: still dreaming, a collaboration with salomon

[chubbychiquita]

[hoshizoralone]

hey so, some time ago I found a piece of Samus art showing her reacting with despair to a 23andMe letter showing that she's got British heritage, and the art style heavily resembles yours, but I can't find it in your Samus or Metroid tags on your blog, and there's no signature on the art, anyway does that at all sound familiar to you?

this was indeed me

[thethingsicantsayinpublic]

Keep going stink 💖

[sheriffofmagic]

new favorite ally beardsley pic just dropped (edit: for context @froginakettle and @sugaldean both shared this is from a pro-palestine protest)

FREE PALESTINE

[tadhannahj]

does Wade ever tell Logan that if Mary Puppins is a Deadpool variant, then somewhere out there, Woofverine exists

[starrystevie]

eddie’s going on a tinder date with a cute guy named steve.

he likes his freckles, brown eyes and cheeky grin. they don’t have much in common but the conversations they have in the app messages flows suspiciously easily. he’s a bit in love and antsy at the table as he watches the door anxiously for his date.

he sees person after person walk into the bar and his beer is dripping condensation onto his hand as he grips it, nerves shooting through the roof. eddie glances at the table and then back up to the door when a guy walks in and if eddie wasn’t waiting for his date, he’d want to go talk to him.

he’s cute, hot even, floppy brown hair and a charming grin, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looks around the bar. his shirt clings to him in just the right way and his jeans fit him a bit too perfectly. eddie can’t help but stare and then the guy is staring back while he waves, ducking his head as he walks over.

“hey, eddie,” the man breathes out, his cheeks tinged pink from the wind. “sorry i'm late. parking was a bitch.”

and eddie’s confused. because this guy has brown eyes but not the ones he expected. freckles that are more spread out and distinct, trailing down to his neck instead of blanketing his face. his smile is perfect and he’s looking at eddie like he knows him. eddie’s a bit stunned, gaping at the guy with a slack jaw, because he’d remember someone as handsome as him if they’d met before.

“…hi?” he says like it's a question, taking a sip of his beer to do something with his hands.

he watches as the man’s eyebrows crease in confusion and the way his shirt stretches over his chest as he takes off his jacket. “it’s- i’m steve? you are eddie, right?”

eddie can feel his own eyebrows raising, wiping off his damp hand to fish his phone out of his pocket. he quickly finds steve’s profile, ignoring the messages they've sent each other over the past weeks that leave his stomach filled with butterflies, and pulls up the profile picture steve uploaded.

looking at it closely, he glances at who he thinks is steve, at the freckles dusting over his face and the toothy grin he's flashing at the camera. he's not exactly they type eddie usually goes for, but he's witty and sweet and knows about dnd, apparently, so what's not to love?

but then he looks at the other person in the picture that's slightly out of focused next to ‘steve’. looks at the two moles stark on the side of his neck, his pink tinted cheeks. the floopy brown hair and the pretty brown eyes and-

“steve?!” eddie exclaims, looking between the man in front of him and the picture on his phone. “you’re steve?”

the guy- steve- grins sheepishly, leaning on his elbows over the table to look at eddie’s eyes phone. he’s close, too close, close enough that eddie wants to-

“ohh,” he says and scratches at the back oh his head, eyes downturned with a blush trailing up his neck. “yeah, maybe i shouldn’t have used a group photo for a dating app.”

“so who did i think you were?”

their eyes meet and even in the dim bar light, eddie finds himself falling into the specks of green he sees. steve looks at the phone quickly then back up with a smirk. “my best friend, tommy. he’s kind of an asshole, though. you’re better off with me.”

“is that so?” eddie leans back, taking a sip of his beer, and really takes in his date that he now knows is steve. his toned arms, his broad shoulders, his pretty pink cheeks and pretty pink lips.

“what, are you disappointed?”

steve smiles gently and it lights up his face in a way eddie isn’t expecting. between the way he looks in a dingy bar and the way talking with steve is easier than any date he’s had before, he can’t imagine what disappointment he could ever possibly feel knowing that his date is who he is.

suddenly there’s a foot hooking around his ankle and it sends goosebumps tingling up his spine. steve’s smile softens just a bit and eddie can feel himself mirroring it back, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“i don’t think disappointed’s the right word.”

crossposted on twitter!

[why-the-heck-not]

today very much wasn’t as cozy as the pictures of it, but let’s pretend it was

[chimpukampu]

Link canonically has a surname

[valgeristik]

This scene for Gale triggered for me in the funniest place possible