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TikTok renaming Gale as The Prim Reaper is the best thing to happen in 2023

This one’s for the people who can’t look at a post about will byers without mentioning the bowl cut

30 paintings, 30 days.

This was a huge undertaking! I want to say a ginormous thank you to everyone who followed the saga and cheered me on in the tags. I’ve been really sick for a long time and even though I’m not able to do very much else, getting to paint again made me feel so much more like myself. 🥰🥰🥰

I find I got faster as the month went on and I got into the rhythm of it! I was able to make more elaborate illustrations in the same amount of time, about 3-3.5 hours for most of them. A lot of my personal favourites are in the second half, and I’m really interested in knowing what your favourite is! 

I’m gonna take a bit of a break to rest my drawing hand but I have some cool painting ideas I hope I can get to soon. I also I have a bunch of questions about my process building up in my inbox so at some point I’ll have a post up talking about my strategies for painting quickly! In the meantime if you’re interested, the whole huevember series is available here on my print shop 😄💖

This almost never made it, file got corrupted lol

Had to wait 3hrs for the file to get restored, actually fell asleep oops

Shout out to the day i killed the queen via AO3, legendary (name of the fanfic is jigens sick adventure, yes it is a sickfic)

Top ten clips with zero heterosexual explanation:

I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr

11 FUCKING THOUSAND NOTES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHERE ARE YOU ALL COME DATE ME

ok

update: we are dating

update: we are married

update: we knocked up

This is the cutest story on the entirety of Tumblr, I swear to god!!!!!

Update: had a baby together

Update: he’s 1 year old today

Update: he’s 2 today

500k notes and neither is deactivated. tumblr legends.

the fun thing about steddie meeting at the s2 halloween party in the stancy aftermath is that steve would 100% keep drinking if he stayed out, so he'd be completely blackout drunk and with how needy he was that season? he'd be all over eddie. but the fun part is that he'd be hungover the next day, nancy wouldn't have found him playing basketball. she'd find him with eddie, who would probably be all over him bc they've established a close touchy feely relationship in the short time they've already known each other

((okay I’ve napped and stuff, so!  have a more coherent babble stream than my tags last night!  ...or the night before?  time is fake, whatever, just read!))

needy Steve stumbling over to the quietest, darkest spot he can find, drunk as a skunk, and he ends up basically draped over Eddie’s shoulder mostly on accident.  he didn’t expect to buy weed tonight but fuck it, whatever, Munson’s here and offering and he’s got the cash so why not, right?  Maybe it’ll dull shit enough that he’s not crying when he tries to sleep tonight.

And Eddie sighs and offers him a light.

(Eddie, internally:  “I knew the urge to adopt strays ran strong but why this one.” he knows it’s too late; his feral little brain has taken one look at Steve in Sad Cute Pathetic hours and decided that he is a Lost Little Sheepie and His Now.  He doesn’t bother fighting it right now; he’ll save that for tomorrow, when it’s no longer Sad Cute Pathetic hours.)

So Eddie doesn’t object to him sticking around.  Which is weird, but.. kinda nice?  it’s almost like having someone want him around, and since he can’t seem to tell the difference between want and tolerance—whatever, Eddie’s nice and Steve’s got too many thoughts all clanging around in his brain and none of them are happy ones and he just needs them out so.. he starts talking.  Just, about anything at first.  Whatever might distract him, give him two seconds of peace.  Then, when Eddie doesn’t complain, even when some of the darker/heavier/worse thoughts slip out, even responds back a few times (that’s not the most common thing in the world either??), he just lets his mouth run.

(Steve knows Eddie’s just being nice, that this is one night and all he gets and tomorrow he’ll be waking up alone in his big empty house again, that he’s probably annoying the shit out of him right now, but he just.. he can’t stop talking.  He keeps the secrets he has to, but what he can say, he does.)

(Eddie knows this is unusual for King Steve but it sounds like this is A Lot and has been A Lot for A Long Time.  He looks at how drunk Steve is right now, and listens as he talks, and decides he’s taking him home and Steve will just have to deal with waking up in the trailer park; he’s genuinely concerned the guy might accidentally drown himself in his bathtub if left alone.  Or worse, not accidentally.)

So Eddie steals Steve’s car keys and drags him home with him.  Uncle Wayne gives him the “boy, wtf are you doing??” look on his way out the door; Eddie gives him the “explain later, crisis now!” look back and shoves Steve into his bedroom, because like fuck is he letting Steve die of alcohol poisoning on his watch.

Steve wakes up in yesterday’s clothes with a headache that beats out the one Jonathan Byers gave him last year and a warm weight wrapped around him.

And fuck but it feels so nice.

Not nice enough to distract him from his heartbreak, but nice enough that he’s gonna remain clingy for as long as Eddie lets him, even sober.  (Eddie’s surprised Steve isn’t freaking out, but rolls with it.  The “This Is Mine Now” feeling gets stronger and steadier.)  (Steve is also surprised he’s not freaking out, but he had a shit night after a year of struggling and paranoia and he’s just.. overloaded on the ability to freak out right now.  We’re sorry, the emotions you’re looking for are disconnected, please call back when the hangover eases.  He’s not sure he’d even freak out all that much if another monster tore through the walls.)

((Oh Steve.  You’re gonna regret that thought in about, mmm, 24 to 48 hours?))

so they get up and Eddie offers to skive off school, help Steve play hooky and keep him company ‘cause that was fucking rough last night, and Steve didn’t even talk about it all that much.   Steve is suuuuuper tempted, but reluctantly declines—as sucky as the routine of a regular school day is gonna feel, it’ll be worse if he just lets himself drift aimlessly.  (It’s bad enough on the weekends when Nan- when everyone’s busy and he ends up just drifting around his house like a ghost, he doesn’t need to add nothingness time.)  So they go to school, Steve borrowing a set of Eddie’s jeans and snagging a shirt out of his trunk; Eddie shoves advil, breakfast, and like three water bottles at him and glares until he’s had everything.

Steve charms the coach into letting him sit out today, avoids catching attention from Hargrove and his hangers-on (thank fuck for that bit of luck), and quietly vanishes outside when no one is looking to go flop across Eddie’s lap.

(Eddie is dying, burning to a cinder, because not only is there a hot jock boy sprawling across his lap, and willingly at that, but he’s doing so in BROAD FUCKING DAYLIGHT, bold and reckless like they won’t be seen and get fucking murdered. He manages to rearrange Steve to a less compromising position without upsetting him.)

Nancy finds them back to back under some shade, Steve using Eddie’s shoulder as a pillow with his sunglasses on and slowly sipping at another bottle of water.  she’s a bit angry and a bit hurt because she doesn’t remember what he can’t forget, doesn’t remember why he might not want to be in close quarters with her alone for a while.  They argue (Eddie in the middle like “ummmmmm... do y’all want me to like. Go?”), neither of them 100% sure why or what about aside from it’s not just whatever is coming out of their mouths; Nancy stalks off, both of them feeling like they’d just had Schrodinger’s breakup.

They talk more; Eddie asks Steve what he wants to do.  Does he want to officially break up and never see her again (as unrealistic a prospect that is)?  Does he want to officially break up but still be friends?  Does he want to get back together with her? Does he just want to clear the air and go from there?

And that’s how they end up at that door with Dustin dragging Steve and thus Eddie into ‘84s Code Red...

fluffy pigeon

i jumped out of bed in a cold sweat to make this

id: first image is the tumblr halloween icon, which depicts a skeleton-like ghoul in a spooky red robe. the second image is the same ghoul, now photoshopped to look like they're dabbing. end id

id: tags that read, “make her tpose.” end id.

On it boss

id: image of the same icon, now with the ghoul t-posing. end id.

Id: tag that reads “let’s get this to 69k before Halloween people.” End id

LET ME LIVE

“DID YOU THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE? YOU’RE NOT EVEN SAFE IN YOUR OWN SMP-”

this is literally so funny

This is like when a dog sees another dog

A message to Twitter users coming to tumblr: a message from your local duel-hellsite citizen

So, I’ve seen a ton of Twitter users talking about making and sharing their new tumblr blogs, to escape Elon Musk’s “anti censorship” bullshittery. First of all: welcome! I know it’s looking bleak over there; especially for trans people. But, now that you’re here, I’m here to tell you all about tumblr etiquette, how this website works, and how it’s different from Twitter. Because you can’t come onto here acting like it’s Twitter, lest The Beast get to you.

First, here are a small handful of tips!

Now, let’s talk tumblr etiquette and how it’s different from Twitter. You’re a tumblr user now! It’s time to start acting like it!

But lastly, and most importantly:

If you try to post about most of the things that Twitter users discourse about, you will be laughed off the site. Especially LGBT+ discourse. Posts actively mocking topics of Twitter discourse go viral on here regularly.

Tumblr has healed since its discourse-ridden days, and it’s now very chill. For a lot of us, it’s the last pleasant social media site left, so don’t ruin it.

Here is a list of discourse-related things that tumblr users don’t do:

On here, you will never have to see another slur discourse post again, unless you actively seek it out.

You’re free.

You’re welcome. And enjoy your time on here!

history repeats itself

🦇Service Mindset🦇

A look into Charles’ work life.

Don’t be rude to whoever has the midnight shift at McDonalds

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inktober day 3, i’m very ill so u all will have to settle for this