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#hi plaid
r3m-ster · 2 months
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i love my friends
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will41n · 6 days
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he is my dress up doll
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sherbetyy · 3 months
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i think it’s funny he has a tie of himself
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 month
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The Ones Who Live | 1x05
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tyrannicalgiraffe · 1 year
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Seb is absolutely the baby girl in this relationship 😤😤
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skonkascarlett · 4 months
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Got somewhere I can sit?
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wigglebox · 3 months
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dean and number 18 please uwu <3
Coffee time!
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Help me break my art block!
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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911: Lone Star | TK Strand & Carlos Reyes in S4E12
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thefreakandthehair · 7 months
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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 12th: Soulmates | Eight - Sleeping at Last | Perceptive a/n: steddie, soulmates au (phillia + eros). eddie & jeff as platonic soulmates, stobin soulmates mentioned always. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3
Soulmates, Eddie scoffs to himself as he doodles in his notebook at the back of the coffee shop. Bullshit. 
He knows it’s actually not, that people walk around every day hand-in-hand with beautiful, swirling tattoos that grow in intricacy and detail the more time they spend with their soulmate. Most days, Eddie doesn’t mind that the simple snake design on the inside of his wrist never so much as slithers, but today? Today, he minds. 
Dating in the world of soulmates is challenging. He tries to just focus on how feels, on if the person sitting across from him is compatible with his lifestyle, on if there’s any kind of spark, but it’s inevitable that at some point, both he and his date look down at their wrists to find nothing. 
His coffee date had gone well enough but, like always, was a dead-end. How many paths can one person try before the destination seems moot? 
So he sits and scribbles in his notebook, hoping that perhaps staying in the coffee shop rather than returning home to the apartment he shares with Jeff will provide some inspiration. That tattoo, the one that’d started as a small star on his ankle, has grown into a whirling galaxy since moving in with Jeff– a philia connection if he’s ever seen one. But if his eros tattoo won’t build upon itself naturally, he’ll do it manually with a tattoo gun. 
It also helps that the barista is perhaps the most beautiful man Eddie’s ever laid eyes on, enough so that it’s… actually a little intimidating, if he’s being honest with himself. Intimidating to the point that Eddie’s yet to approach him for a refill since the girl who’d given him his first sugary abomination finished her shift. Besides, the mystery barista must’ve already found his soulmate. His entire left arm, from fingertip to at least his elbow, is covered in delicate, colorful designs that twist and wind about his skin, curling around each finger and looping gracefully up his arm.
I can still enjoy the view, he justifies to himself, taking a sip from his cup and remembering for the third time that it’s empty. 
He sighs and sets it back down, clearing his throat. It’s as good a time as any, he supposes, as he stands from his little corner table by the window and strolls across the room to the counter. 
“Hi, what can I get started for ya?” The barista asks, his name tag now visible and proclaiming Steve. 
“Uh,” he starts. “Salted caramel mocha, please?” 
Steve’s smile is bright and he leans on the counter, leveling it straight in Eddie’s direction. All Eddie wanted was a refill on his sweet treat disguised as coffee and instead, it feels as though he’s smacked in the head.
“Comin’ right up,” Steve replies, turning around to get his order going. “You’ve been sitting over there for a while, how’d that date go?” He asks with the confidence and familiarity of someone Eddie’s known his entire life. 
“Watching me, were you?” 
Steve grins over his shoulder, shrugging. “A little.” 
“I’m flattered. Well, I’m still here and they’re not so that oughta tell you everything.” 
Steve hums and turns back to the machine, finishing up his order. Eddie’s heart beats rhythmically, somehow slowing and quickening all at once and his lungs feel buoyed by something more powerful than his breath. When Steve faces him again and hands him his cup, exchanging it for the empty one in Eddie’s hand, they both freeze. 
Eddie’s snake begins to move. 
A clear, serpentine movement at the center as small, geometric lines begin to appear in the background. 
“Holy shit,” Eddie whispers, setting his full cup down so he doesn’t spill it. 
“Yeah, holy shit.” Steve places his other arm on the counter, the blank one, and Eddie sees that it’s not blank. There’s a small, barebones tree on his forearm whose leaves begin to blossom and shake, different shades of greens and oranges appearing before his eyes. 
“But– your other arm?” Eddie chokes out, eyes flickering between his own wrist, Steve’s forearm, and Steve’s other, fuller arm. 
“Philia. That’s Robin. But this one, this is eros.” Steve smiles again, matching the one Eddie can feel spreading across his own face as he looks up from his forearm. “I’m Steve.”
Steve smiles again, matching the one Eddie can feel spreading across his own face as he looks up from his forearm. Eddie looks in wonderment, searching for any sign of lie or trickery in Steve’s eyes and finds nothing but warmth and familiarity. 
“I’m Eddie.”
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rottinnymph · 6 months
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you think YOUR life is hard? imagine having a Nokia as a blorbo
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scribbleboxfox · 2 months
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Made some "House of Leaves" fan art of Will Navidson's final expedition into the house.
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chirpsythismorning · 10 months
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I have been going over the seasons looking for all the evidence of the whole epic primary color theory connected to El, Mike and Will. And ngl this moment right here had me spiralling.
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THE SAD PAUSE UPON THE REALIZATION WILL IS STILL MISSING AND THAT EVEN THOUGH HE HELPED THIS GIRL WHO WAS LOST IN THE WOODS AND HOPED IT WAS A SIGN, IT PROBABLY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. WHICH MEANS HE'S STILL FOCUSED ON FINDING WILL. LIKE WHY DID HE NEED TO TAKE THAT YELLOW CLIP WITH HIM UPSTAIRS?!?!? WHAT WAS THE REASON? WHY IS THE MF RAINBOW IN FRAME?!?! SOMETHING SOMETHING TOO MUCH YELLOW
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He's back and somehow more ridiculous and delicious than ever
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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
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Rick Grimes + Plaid | requested by Anonymous
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t-u-i-t-c · 6 days
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Ishiro Meita in Bakuage Sentai BoonBoomger 01x08 Runaway and Divide
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bigkickguy · 9 months
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I want them to be happy and snug :,)
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