#twitter crosspost

[jay-quinox]

(another twitter cross-post)

Rub-a-dub-dub, two idiots in a tub!

📻🍎

Fanart of the wonderful @keelywolfe's fic "Splish Splash" — This scene needed to be drawn!

[3minsover]

What about bartender!Eddie who hosts a quiz night and develops an infatuation with one of the members of a team named ‘Scoops Troop’. He overhears the guy saying he wishes there’d be questions on something he actually knew like basketball.

The next month, there’s an entire round on the NBA.

See, the thing is, the prize for first place is a $50 gift card for the bar, so naturally Eddie wants this guy’s team to win so that they’ll come back sooner than a month’s time. And better yet, the team captain has to give their contact details, which is how Eddie officially meets ‘Steve Harrington’.

[dustfluff]

support group for 🐑🦐 pls 💢💢

☆ as always do not repost without permission & remove my watermark! always rb and save instead! tysm! <3 check out my other handles if u like!

[twst-mer]

[confusedraven1]

“don’t cry bonnet. we’ve just redecorated.”

“actually, i think the knives bring the place together.”

said without an ounce of his usual bite and sarcasm. izzy thinks stede is upset and angry over the state of his ship, of the cabin, of ed’s heart… and, sure, he is. but not towards ed—towards the world (that doesn’t want anything to do with edward teach, that only wants blackbeard) and himself. he knows some of those knives are because of him leaving ed, for leaving him to deal with this on his own.

stede simply acknowledges ed’s pain and destructiveness and loves him for it.

stede likes that ed threw knives and processed his emotions and grieved and threw his tantrums and was destructive. he likes it, because that’s what stede built the Revenge for. he built it to house his family, for them to live their lives on the sea, for them to laugh and scream and cry and play. the Revenge is meant to be lived in, not to be kept pristine and pretty, as much as stede likes pretty things.

ed could’ve left. could’ve burned it down and let it sink, gone back to the Queen Anne. but he stayed! he saw the Revenge as home, as a place he could live even as he was actively trying to die. the Revenge was there for him when he felt no one else was, and that was all stede ever wanted when he built it: for his family to feel safe and welcome to be themselves, knives and all.

stede’s dealing with a lot of complicated emotions about the state of the crew and is trying to figure out what happened to ed, but i imagine underneath all of that he’s feeling a bit of bittersweet joy and pride that ed felt safe enough in the home stede had built to express his deepest, darkest parts of himself.

stede loves all of ed, and, no matter what, will always be there after the storm to gather up all of the knives thrown, even the really deep, stubborn ones.

[kotozumeyukari]

lupat doing "turn in your badge and gun" except this is sentai so its "turn in your Super Soaker and your Green Car Toy"...... Genius

[nightowlqueen]

Incredible how Stampede managed to make Vash even more puppy-dog eyed then he already was just by making his glasses so big

I mean look at him!

[indigoblwe]

federationtrio ! (i feel like this is rough nd unfinished but if i work on it anymore ill perish

[shibaleeart]

[rosegoldmyst]

Things are about to get nasty I fear...

[dqrships]

Day 6: kiss through the phone! ♡

Or, in this case, they kiss the phone 🙈

[jay-quinox]

(I FORGOT HIS TAIL 😭)

Alastor finds another one of Vox's hidden cameras, and rather than frying it he decides to put on a show...

(YES IT'S OOC. NO I DON'T CARE. I spent my day drawing Alastor in a bralette, I'm happy with my life choices 😂)

[3minsover]

modern steddie au

Pottery thrower!Steve who makes tiktoks of him making bowls and vases - he and Robin own a small company and social media is the best way to promote their products. While Robin sculpts and molds little trinkets - figurines and tchotchkes, Steve throws larger items.

They get some pretty good engagement with Robin's quirkily edited 'day in the life'-style videos and Steve's 'trust the process' content, but there's one video that sends the account rocketing into the stratosphere.

The camera is positioned at a low angle, looking over the studio. Steve enters the frame, visible only from the waist down at first with a large lump of clay in his hands. He sits down at the wheel, and that's when it's clear that beneath his overalls, he's not wearing a shirt. His shoulders are bare, tanned and kissed intermittently by moles, and the muscles beneath flex and shift underneath his skin as he lifts the clay and throws it down. Hard. The rest of the video is exactly as normal - Steve squeezing a sponge saturated with slip to wet the clay, pushing his fingers into the well in the center as he forms it into what will become a large salad bowl. Every so often, he looks up at the camera with a pleased smile, a lock of hair falling over his eyebrow. His hands are covered in slick gray, his biceps straining with the effort of precision, and there's a tiny swipe of slip drying across his forehead where he'd attempted to brush his hair aside.

Steve's best friend Eddie sees this video on his 'for you' page and is utterly overcome by the quiet strength of Steve's toned arms, the wide spread of his knees and steady workings of his hands. Confident in his anonymity - he's on his entirely anonymous private account, after all - Eddie leaves a comment on the video, detailing exactly what Eddie wishes Steve would do with his hands instead of throw clay. He hits post, scrubbing back to watch the moment Steve throws the clay down over and over again. He even saves the video to his phone - for instructive reasons, obviously. Nothing untoward, that's his best friend!

Eventually, Eddie scrolls on and for a few minutes forgets about the video. And then he remembers it again, but this time, the flush of attraction is accompanied by a creeping sense of unease that crawls across his skin. Eddie heads straight to Steve and Robin's account and taps the video. His thumb shakes a little as he opens the comments, now littered with others just as thirsty as his own - to which Steve has graciously replied turning them down - and finds that- oh fuck.

ewmunson: throw me around like that lump of clay i actually beg.

Eddie's not on his private.

He's gonna be sick.

Until he sees Steve's reply.

birdandbatpottery: Come over. Let's find out if I can?

[chuuurls]

I alone am the hero who stands against the tide of the 1 million artists posting their sexual Velmas.

[twst-mer]

[confusedraven1]

istg if this creepy mf pulls out a hand crank music box to introduce himself i will send my casket directly to david jenkins