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artiststarme · 1 year
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So I have a thought about Eddie’s tattoos. I’m thinking about how Wayne probably doesn’t like Eddie’s tattoos (he himself doesn’t have any and he never liked his brothers). If Eddie got them before he turned 18, he would’ve had to go somewhere that’s less than legal to get them to do it.
Eddie tries to hide it and it works for awhile but inevitably, he slips up. When Wayne finds out, he’s upset that Eddie put ink permanently in his skin but more so that he let some stranger do it when he was underage.
After that, Wayne finds some reputable tattoo artists in the yellow pages and in the paper. He tells Eddie that if he wants more, he has to think on the idea for 6 months and go to one of the artists on his research list.
Eddie does in fact get more but he abides by Uncle Wayne’s conditions. The old man never steered him wrong before and he wouldn’t over some measly tattoos.
He gets Steve’s name tattooed over some of the bat scars on his chest though and tries to hide it from Wayne. When Wayne sees it, he has to convince his uncle to put down the shotgun and not kill Steve. Technically, Eddie followed his conditions, so could he really be mad?
(Yes, yes he could.)
Addition by @anzelsilver
#it be so funny if steve didn't even know about the tattoo#and wayne comes at him hard so he's just all confused and scared#'eddie what the hell did you do??? i was winning him over!!'
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deadscell · 4 months
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electric-friend · 3 months
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do you guys ever think about izzy’s heart sinking when he and ed were boys and they started stealing rum from their captain, and ed got a taste for it? izzy getting this bad feeling when ed kept demanding izzy pass the bottle back, when he’d take longer and longer drinks from it each time? when he’d get a mischievous glint in his eye and a cute little grin and ask if izzy wanted to nick a drink but it got more and more often that he’d suggest it? do you think izzy ever felt cold and scared with his eddie slurring his words and spilling rum over his fingers gesturing with the bottle as he complained about his drunkard of a father?
do you ever think izzy noticed that even as they all slowed down with that reckless lifestyle, every feeling of doubt would send ed to the bottle? all the insecurity, anger, mistakes, or guilt, without a doubt ed would go straight for a drink without giving it a second thought? (not outwardly anyway, but there might have been shame in the gaze he directed anywhere but iz’s face).
do you think izzy ever held ed’s hand as ed drunkenly wept about how his father would drink and hit, and bandage those same hands when ed came staggering and stumbling out of taverns with bloodied knuckles?
do you think he ever knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know what to do? or if he ever told eddie to slow down with the liquor, ed’d be angry and frightened, afraid of being compared to his father, and izzy couldn’t bear to press the issue and make the hurt in ed’s eyes last any longer pointed in his direction?
do you think ed saw himself when izzy kept himself drunk for days after loosing his leg, and finally got a sense of that sinking feeling that izzy’d been having all their lives when ed drank?
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annoyinglandmagazine · 9 months
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Random Finweans Fancast in A Period Drama (but they’re all women and this was mostly the product of watching Anne With An E back to back with Little Women)
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Maedhros as Anne of Green Gables because red heads.
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Aredhel as Enola Holmes (particularly that first image gives very icon vibes)
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Diana Barry as Fingon because she’s a ray of sunshine and I couldn’t resist having her from the same place as Maedhros.
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Turgon as Saoirse Ronan’s Jo March
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Emily Dickinson as Maglor because of the artist vibes
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Aegnor as BBC adaptation Amy March
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Galadriel as Florence Pugh’s Amy March
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Curufin as BBC Jo March because it just looks right.
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Finrod as Beth March
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Caranthir as Emma Watson’s Meg March (not with the fake American accent though)
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Also Elrond is Sybil from Downton Abbey
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catlaila · 1 month
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just found out the magnus protocol exists let me see what this bonzo deal is about
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bread-of-death · 1 year
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after the major break up between him and bradley, jake only dates younger guys. nothing weird, a year or two younger, someone eager but still innocent, not afraid to voice what’s in their head, and a tad too possessive.
but the only things similar that those sad eyed bad guys he dated after, and the values that he got from bradley was they were all burn too bright, too soon. one second kissing him secretively in the corridor, then the next thing jake knows was they’re two world apart together.
maybe it’s his self esteem issues talking, or maybe it was what bradley actually said on their last u-turn, the moment such beautiful relationship crashed and burned.
“you’re no good for me, jake, never. you’re a drag chute i never asked for.”
behind the finale closed door, after bradley collected his stuffs in a duffel bag and left jake with a bunch of unfinished business, he thought to himself; he hated bradley so much, but he loves him anyway.
and so, the search begins. he never slept alone, so he brings anyone willing to share heat under the cover. brown eyes, downturn smiles, disappointment in their eyes that almost got covered by the love and lust in their gaze.
jake’s been loving a ghost. a bodiless person, face blurred, and almost unreal. everything jake did was merely to make those faceless people stay, forbid him to be alone, empty promises lead to him running away like a coward.
so after almost six whole years, in the dimmed light of hard deck. where he was five bottle in, head clouded with alcohol and skin flushed and warm. jake knew that he’s so fucked. looking at bradley strutting into the bar like he owns every single thing he passed on the way, jake knew that he always searching for something he can never possibly reach.
he finally found the ghost haunted him for six whole years, the face to the body he’s been sleeping next to, the soul that he used to held close and he had been looking for.
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forethoughtforgot · 7 months
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Dunno if you heard about trick or treating in peoples inboxes, but here I go
Trick or treat!! I dressed up as an alien 👽
Not fully sure how this works, but here you go!
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Some pictures of mi gatito, for the lovely alien! <3
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omtai · 1 year
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getting very fond of drawing randomly with black pen in my journal
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dank-meme-legend · 7 months
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Feeling always at blame (no matter what)
Long, warm baths
Ready to flee; it’s hard to sit back (I’m trying to rest)
Laughing until my ribs are aching inside me
Droplets of blood staining my comforter from the times I knick myself shaving (and cleaned it up without any help)
“Are you okay?”
A good cry
Resentment toward old pictures (I was just a kid who was dealt a bad deck of cards)
Going to bed early
Trying to find peace in old pictures (That’s a toddler. God help her)
Conflict avoidant (I don’t like when things explode)
Feeling alone in a large room with people
A comfort in watching the same things over and over (I can’t change the endings; River always dies and Payton ends up an alcoholic but they both find peace eventually)
Feeling seen by few people
Waking up before my alarm ever goes off
Always being the good kid
Listening to the same song for days on end
Letting things roll on by
A big heart (Give it grace, be nice to it, try to be nice to it)
Unexplained sadness
Finding old things (Things have memories, even small things)
Hiding things from the closest of people
Undying optimism
Remembering everything (Everything yelled or said or implied)
Independence
A hug that’s never long enough
“You’re such a good friend.”
A big brain (Though, not your typical kind of intelligence)
Social groups in school where I was the odd man out somehow
Selflessness
“You can talk to me.”
Never being a violent person
Wanting to shove someone
Too good at getting a person off my back quickly
Safety in routines
Warm clothes out of the dryer
“Is Morgan going?” / “Yep.” / “Then I’m going!”
Comfort in music
Daydreams
Nightmares (Not even a cold sweat, but not being able to sleep)
Talking too much
Naps after school
Passiveness
“Why are you so quiet? What’s wrong?”
Wanting to run instead of walk
Too good at getting myself out of a situation
Unexplained guilt
A pleasure to have in class
An easy target
Rainy nights
Escapism
“You are allowed to take up space.”
The best attempt at being a good person
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Vacancy ?
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an-albino-pinetree · 2 years
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Blue rolls over onto his back, pulling you into his chest. Yellow crawls in beside you both, as Green joins you on the other side. Red and Bing sort of pile on top of all of you. Much to the chagrin of the other Googles, and there is hushed grumbles shared between their communication link.
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eggbabey · 11 months
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welcome reddit refugees
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bigsquirrel18 · 5 months
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-I Miss The Stars
It’s only been 3 years since I moved to the city. Great changes, more people to meet, more things to do, but something always feels like it’s missing. Every night, I stare at the sky. Every night, I feel more alone than I used to.
Growing up in the country, the sky is ever present. Good times, bad times, the sky will always be there for you. The stars, an old friend whose watched over you your entire life. Their ears willing to hear any and everything you’d ever want to tell. Not judging you for anything that others may have judged before. The one audience where you can be as authentic as your heart desires. The world fades out as the stars come into frame.
The stars do more than just lend a shoulder. They give a grandiose to existence. These tiny specks of light, sprinkling across the sky in random order (that we humans then try to give an order and create a canvas with the night sky) give us so much to long for. Light years away a star dies. But we don’t know that. We still see its light in the sky. Until the day that one speck just goes away. And the sky feels a little emptier. But in that time, so much more has changed. New stars have formed. Solar systems and galaxies have moved in the sky. Creating a new artwork for us to admire. That one missing speck is still missed, but time still passes.
There are still stars in the sky, but they’re as alone as I feel. All spaced out. Maybe a few feet apart in the sky. In the grand scheme of the universe, that few feet is light years apart. Distant friends who know only each others light. Nothing else will ever go that far between. The only other beacon being the moon. Whose beauty can’t be drowned out by city lights. But whose cycle no longer brings an even greater joy to the after hours. Going on its cycles in something a better poet could equate to life, death, and rebirth. Now just replaced by a cycle of beauty, and nothingness.
I will see the stars again. For now, only in passing. Midnight drives to the middle of nowhere. Laying myself to the earth to soak in as much of the universes light as possible. Mind going as fast as the light that hits my eyes, wondering which of these specks are young and new to the universe, and how many have seen more of this world then imaginable. Time. Another contemplation brought from the stars. Time that I don’t have. But time I will make. The wonder of the stars isn’t just for some country kid. It is for the world. And it is for me. To come home to, to see an old friend.
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Gregory is a mini version of FNAF game Michael
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nogodsnomorales · 11 months
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This took me 2 hours to make i almost passed outn2 tikmes I’m so tirfed
edit: do not repost my art to a different site/platform/app. if sharing on discord/etc, just directly linkback to the post. thank u! oc redraws are fine, just credit me!! and tag me in those id like to see lol
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