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8pxl · 1 year
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holographic sticker concepts 🌈✨
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stealingpotatoes · 5 months
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I know "New Jedi Order" is a thing in Star Wars Legends, but seems appropriate title for your Last 4 Jedi stories
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tamago-aki · 9 months
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so you're telling me i can draw ANYTHING..... (bestows anakin snore mimimi)
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cestacruz · 6 months
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Just small doodles
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todayisafridaynight · 6 months
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mine and aoki should be put in a room for ten minutes because i want mine to make it clear he wanted to join the yakuza for brotherhood and Family and i want aoki to seethe and rage and pop a blood vessel
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torra-and-the-toons · 6 months
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They arrived!!!
Once I figure out how tf I'm going to do this, I'll post a link to buy them
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Tell me more about this book blanket? I'm Fascinated
Omg yay!! Okay so I'm knitting two rows per book that I finish in 2024, and each book rows will be a different color based on the genre it is
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So here are the books I've read so far. Everything that's in bold is what I've knitted, and the last book on the list is what I'm currently reading but haven't finished yet. So I've knitted everything before Fifty Feet Down, and read everything up to Annie on My Mind, but I'm currently like thirty percent through it.
I'm choosing colors as I finish genres, and I'm trying to do it only with yarn I have (cuz yarn is expensive and I have a lot of yarn. The reason I have a lot of yarn suitable for a blanket is because I took all of this yarn from a blanket I started knitting four years ago and never finished. Like I finished frogging that blanket yesterday and made it into cakes on my new yarn winder!!) I didn't really try to make the colors fit the genres. I just own a lot of navy yarn and knew I'd read a lot of LGBTQ books, and I own a lot of black and know I'll read a lot of horror books. Then for dystopian I just chose a yarn color that I had available, same with mystery.
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Here's how it's going so far! You can see the four navy rows for the two LGBTQ books i read, the two purple for the one dystopian book (which is also very good, I highly recommend Debate Kids at the End of the World and that author in general, Alex Nonymous) and then a chunk of black because I read four I. S. Belle books in a row (you can also see all of the ends I didn't weave in, which I'm going to hate myself for when I finish the blanket)
"But Austyn, what if the book is more than one genre?" I'm so glad you asked! Most of these books could be considered more than one genre. Fifty Feet Down is a mystery, but also a romance. So I just consider what genre I believe is more integral to the story, if that makes sense. Fifty Feet Down could be relatively the same if the main characters were just friends, but the story would be vastly different if it wasn't a mystery. Therefore, it gets the mystery color instead of romance. Same with all of the I. S. Belle books. There's romance in them, but if you took out the romance it would still be pretty similar, but if you took out the horror it would be an incredibly different story.
So that's my 2024 book blanket!
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scopostims · 8 months
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arthur, kingdom of rain, stimboard for me :•]
[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 8 GIFs surrounding a central image.
GIF 1: A view of a street at night illuminated only by one streetlight, rain gently falling down and shaking nearby trees.
GIF 2: Rain falling and splashing off of a silver sword.
GIF 3: A view looking out a window in a dark room lit by a small candle, falling rain obscuring the evening view outside.
GIF 4: A light-skinned hand wrapping around a sword handle.
Image: Arthur from the kpop boy group "Kingdom".
GIF 5: An armoured knight holding a sheathed sword and resting their hand on the pommel, the camera focused on their lower torso and waist.
GIF 6: A dark-skinned hand being held out under falling rain, larger drops of water falling off of leaves above.
GIF 7: A view of someones boots as they walk past the camera, dragging a sword on the ground behind them, sparks flying up from where it contacts with the ground.
GIF 8: Rain falling on a deep puddle, rippling the water.
End ID]
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artoutforblood · 2 months
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Terzieff and her narrative foils
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monsterbisexual · 5 months
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nooo i forgot to add an option for just me to click to see the results -_- gonna just pick one at random now i guess
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cynical-things · 20 days
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had such a busy week and i have ran out of my fav rum so I can’t even have a nice lil drink this friday night 😭 vodka it is
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stedumpsterfire · 1 year
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It happens like this:
Steve is sprawled out in front of their makeshift fire pit, so sleepy and stoned out of his mind that the two feelings blur together, leaving him powerless to do anything but gaze into the glowing embers and vaguely listen to Eddie's quiet guitar playing and the murmurs of Jonathan and Argyle on the other side of Eddie.
Despite Joyce and Hopper's cabin having lawn chairs aplenty, everyone is wrapped up in blankets on the ground. About an hour ago, Argyle had made a resounding declaration that chairs are for chumps, leading to answering snorts of laughter and pleas for explanation, even as everyone moved to the ground (no one noticed a completely silent Steve amidst the chaos, happy for the opportunity to lean just ever so much further into Eddie's warmth than he would usually allow himself). Robin and Nancy had long since retired to bed, leaving the remaining four boys to smoke and shoot the shit well past the time that "civilized people"—Nancy's term—should. At this point, Steve's almost forgotten the joint's in his hand, content to stare at the fire and let the warmth of the night wash over him, even as he can feel the chill just outside their little circle.
"Harrington….Harringtonnnnn," Eddie sing-songs at him, with the air of someone who's been trying to get his attention for a while.
"Hmm?" Steve hums, turning to face him.
Eddie taps his mouth casually, redirecting Steve's gaze to his soft, pink lips (though if he's honest, it's not like his gaze wouldn't have found it's way there eventually, as his hopeless crush on Eddie has all but eroded his self control, at least in terms of controlling his wandering eyes–)
"…since my hands are busy an' all."
Wait what? Eddie had been saying something, but Steve's mind is running at the speed of soup already, without even touching on how much Eddie's mere presence scrambles his attention span.
Eddie quickly tips his chin forward with a little jerking motion, before saying "C'mon man, don't keep me waiting."
Cheeks warm from the fire and the close proximity, the weed and exhaustion clouding his brain, Steve tries to quickly connect the dots. 2+2=5, and he goes with the only answer he can think of, leaning the short distance forward and pressing his lips to Eddie's.
He hears a quick intake of breath, and then Eddie's hand is threaded through his hair and cupping the back of his head, holding him there in a gentle kiss. They break apart after just a moment, but their faces stay close, breathing in each other's air with only the quiet sound of the popping embers and distant cicadas in their ears.
“Y'know I kinda just meant for you to give me the joint, but that was plenty nice too, darlin',” Eddie quietly drawls into the scant space between them, the corner of his mouth quirked up into an almost disbelieving yet still slightly cocky smirk.
Steve feels his stomach drop deep into the earth, the pleasant warmth on his cheeks now stoked into the uncomfortably hot burn of shame, groaning "Oh my god," as he pushes back and drops his head into his hands.
Only just then remembering they're not alone, Steve dares a peak across the fire, expecting shocked silence or maybe a teasing "How come we never get any Harrington sugar when we smoke together, huh Steve?"
He's met with the sight of Jonathan and Argyle sound asleep, wrapped up in blankets and each other. He quickly closes the gap between his fingers and hides his face once again, but not before is heart gives a funny little twang at their sleep soft intimacy in the face of his cold embarrassment and the fact that he's so alone. Always alone, since he always screws it up by wanting it too much, stupid stupid stupid–
"Hey, hey, Harringt–Steve, Steve, didn't I just say it was real nice? Believe me, if I'da known I could ask for a ki–for that from you, I would've ages ago."
Eddie's sweet, he really is. It's a big part of why Steve fell so hard for him, getting to see the soft, steady way he cared for the people around him with just as much conviction as his brash opining about DnD or the superiority of metal over pop ("because where's the heart, where's the beating life force of the HUMAN CONDITION, Stevie??"). But a sweet letdown, any kind of letdown, isn't something Steve can handle right now. He just needs to get his breathing under control so he doesn't somehow make this even worse by, god forbid, crying, as he gets out of here as quick as he can.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks Eddie." Steve tries to keep his words as flat and emotionless as possible, but a thread of hurt and that long, lonely exhaustion breaks through.
"Steve. Stevie. I'm not trying to make you feel better here."
Steve just keeps breathing. That and his hands on his face are the only thing keeping him from crumpling completely, if Eddie would just stop TALKING, stop trying to make this better–
"If I admit something real embarrassing, will you show me that pretty face again? Even the scales a bit?"
Eddie's always dropping in little comments calling Steve pretty or pretty boy, at this point it doesn't quite punch him in the gut like it did the first time but his treacherous heart still gives a little flutter to hear it. Steve lets out a breath, in hesitant surprise more than anything else.
"Sure, maybe."
"You ever noticed, no matter what, we always end up sitting next to each other in the smoke circle?"
Steve's hands slowly drop as his brow furrows and he tilts his head to the side in confusion. He was always happy to sit as close to Eddie as possible, but also–
"I just figured it usually shakes out like that. Nance and Robin are dating, and Jon and Argyle are whatever they are, so they all end up snuggled up and you 'n I end up wherever's left," he shrugs.
Eddie huffs a laugh, "Sure, it might, but it doesn't mean I don't guard my spot like a rabid dog and glare as deep as I can into the very soul of anyone who tries to take it. Honestly, I think everyone's caught me out by now, I haven't had to mentally duke it out with Robin in ages and everyone else always kindly squeezes in somewhere else, even if the only really open spot is next to you."
Steve lets out a half-formed snort at the image of Eddie and Robin both in brightly colored wrestling outfits, locked in a vicious staring contest. The thought is brief however, before he's snapped back to why they're even talking about this in the first place. He's too stoned to work out what Eddie's trying to say, to his annoyance, and is caught between his earlier need to flee and a confusing, very very small feeling of hope that Eddie might not be trying to let him down.
"…So you like sitting next to me when we smoke? What is that, Eds?"
"Stevie, sweetheart."—good god, Eddie really can't be dropping something new like that on him in the middle of this, especially not in that low, gravelly tone—"What I'm trying to say is that I'm so goddamn crazy about you, I've been losing my mind not kissing you but I'm also a hopeless fool who can't stay away. You get all pink and giggly when you smoke, you know that? I have to grab my guitar just to keep my hands occupied and safe from touching your stupid soft hair and hauling you into my arms, and if the only way I can taste your gorgeous, ridiculous mouth is by settling for the barest hint of it from the joint then by god am I gonna take it–"
Whatever other beautiful rambling was about to spill out of Eddie's brain is abruptly cut off as Steve, heart pounding from joy, surges forward and captures Eddie's lips in a kiss. Eddie hastily shoves his guitar to the side as Steve shuffles forward into his lap, uncaring of his stiff muscles from sitting on the ground too long and whatever his foot catches on, leaving it at an awkward angle because he's kissing Eddie. Their lips meet again and again, unable to deepen it as they're both smiling too damn hard.
Steve suddenly realizes he hasn't actually said anything in reply to Eddie yet, his already weak walls of self control had crumbled the moment that Eddie's words had truly sunk in.
"I'm so fucking crazy about you too, Eds."
"Well I kinda figured, I'd hope you don't have that reaction to everyone who professes their devotion to you, baby, it can't be an uncommon occurrence," Eddie snorts.
Steve raises an unimpressed eyebrow.
"First of all, it is an uncommon occorr–occur–thing to happen, Robin will be the first one to tell you. Second, I don't think I've even looked at anyone long enough to give them the time of day like that since I met you, Eddie."
"Oh," Eddie breathes, his stupidly inviting mouth dropped into a little "o."
Steve smirks, about to figure out what else he can say to darken the blooming flush on Eddie's cheeks, when a decidedly less pleasant sensation in his body suddenly makes itself known.
"Ow, shit-" The sole of Steve's foot is uncomfortably warm, almost burning and a sharp plastic smell rises into the air. Eddie's eyes follow Steve's, as he looks over his shoulder and discovers that in his desperation to dive into Eddie's lap, he swung his leg over the low ring of rocks and right into the still smoldering coals of the fire.
Eddie cackles as Steve shrieks and swings his leg out and away from the embers as fast as possible, propelling himself into Eddie until they're chest to chest and Eddie lands on his back with a pronounced oof.
Both of them dissolve into giggles, as Steve gets his hands on the ground and pushes himself up to hover over Eddie, trying to be mindful of Eddie's hair now spread out on the chilly grass.
"Wow, you're really burning for little ol' me, huh?" Eddie barely manages to get out around giggles that he can't seem to stop. Steve gives him a thoroughly exasperated eye roll, even as he's helpless not to grin and huff out a laugh at this ridiculous boy (his boy? isn't that a thought).
"…would you say I really light your fire?"
"Yep, that's all folks! I'm leaving, bye–"
Eddie tightens his arms around Steve, going "Oh no, no you don't. I told you Stevie, I imagined you in my arms so many times there's no way I'm letting go anytime soon."
Steve squeezes his eyes shut tight as tucks his face into Eddie's neck and tries to hide the grin threatening to crack his face in half, knowing all the while Eddie can feel it pressed into the side of his neck. "You better not," he whispers, pressing a kiss into the hollow under Eddie's ear and delighting in the fact that it's among the first of many, many more to come.
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soooooo I've literally never written fic in my life, but this idea took hold of me this afternoon and suddenly I had written almost 2k? I might have blacked out, I truly don't know what happened or if I'll ever write another fic again lol, but I'm kinda proud of this so I'm gonna be impulsive and post it. thanks for reading if ya got this far :)
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spookyybabiee · 3 months
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Debating should I dye my hair black? 🙃🤔
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seungkwan-s · 8 months
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fearing work tomorrow in case a customer i spoke to on friday calls back and asks for me bc she made me cry
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cestacruz · 1 month
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Someone Please stop me from making entire digimons and digimon decks based on FSN/FGO/etc
Im already thinking of a Grand Servants deck and a Demon God Pillar deck
And not even talking bout the Arturia digievolution line im setting up (also Salter, Castoria and Morgan) with Tamers and Option cards (with effects in mind) included...
My god
Insanity is what i have
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todayisafridaynight · 8 months
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dont even play with me with that Late Aug bullshit if its not in my hands this week i crash a truck into my local walmart
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