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catwouthats · 1 year ago
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THEY MAKE ME INSANE
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Proof below:
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Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.
EDIT: more proof:
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hottubsandwiches · 8 months ago
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continuing the life series winners designs, we got pearl and joel!!
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nowwheresmynut · 7 months ago
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I'm still thinking about the start of case 6-5
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mlobsters · 4 months ago
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jared padalecki, jensen ackles, rob benedict, richard speight jr jib con 2025 panel (amberdreams)
slaphappy and punchdrunk (no wonder it ended up in a piggyback ride)
+bonus
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reader-from-nowhere · 3 months ago
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Doodle commissions for @scribesynnox! Sleepy beans ehehehe :3
You can commission me here!
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just-bee-lieve · 1 year ago
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the funeral
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morganbritton132 · 6 months ago
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Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)
Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.
Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.
Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.
Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.
It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.
"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"
"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."
Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."
"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."
Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.
Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.
"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."
Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"
"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."
The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-
“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"
Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."
"This car was reported stolen."
Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."
Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."
"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"
"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."
"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."
Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.”
Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"
Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."
"What subject?'
"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"
Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.
Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.
He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"
Eddie is baffled, "No."
"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."
The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.
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almondcroissantsandink · 11 months ago
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Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)
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livesunique · 21 days ago
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Empress SISI Court Salon Carriage
Courtesy Technisches Museum Wien
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humming-fly · 6 months ago
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Team Dark Week Day 7 - Live and Learning Experience
If he can pull this off he'll earn himself a wayfinding badge for his scout sash 👌
And that's a wrap on Team Dark week!! Bit quicker with the shading and background this time because 4 panels in this style takes forever actually h a h - that said I'll be touching them up before I post this whole week of panels as a master post soon (which will include some extra little doodles I didn't get to add to the main plotline), so keep an eye out for that!
And for those of you that have been following along daily, I hope you all enjoyed this silly little hiking story!
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originalwinnerfanfish · 3 months ago
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I absolutely adore her❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️
She is such a queen
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phopollo · 7 months ago
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Been absolutely possesed the past couple of weeks to make the softest ship content
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etchif · 9 months ago
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Belle, Belle, Belle the sleeping car
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falloutfurret · 2 months ago
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💦 Pool Day 💦
I think im gonna start to post stuff Starlight Express from my insta here
Idk how to format stuff on tumbr so bare with me
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u-n-c-o-u-p-l-e-d-dwoht · 9 months ago
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Theres no girls girl group better then the coaches
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morganbritton132 · 2 years ago
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I want a fic where Steve gets kicked out or he moves out of his parents house, or something. Eddie insists that Steve comes and lives with him but fails to mention that he lives with his uncle. For some reason, they both decide to just not tell Wayne.
So Eddie is hiding a boy in his room and he thinks they’re killing it. Steve thinks they’re killing it too. Wayne knows the entire time.
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