if youre gonna be gay and do crimes youre not supposed to get caught

my dealer: got some straight gas this strain is called "turnabout succession" you'll be zonked out of your gourd

me: yeah whatever i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw the devil's face in the back of the witness' hand

my buddy klavier pacing: my brother is lying to us

I had a vision

Hello their heads form a heart?!?!? A FREAKING HEART??

Forgive my asking, but what are you meant to do if you find hair in your food at a restaurant? Send the whole thing back to the kitchen? I'd of course send my food back over something larger or grosser, like a nail clipping, or multiple pieces of hair, but it seems like such a hassle for just one piece.

Once more frustrated by people seeing Light's various moves as stupid because they're looking at it from a point of omniscience and not from the perspective of Light himself and the information he had access to :')

made a quick doodle comic bc im revisiting some old asf episodes from the show lol

picked a nice lil episode to dissect lunar like they're a frog from bio class

anyways. do u think lunar thought their interaction with moon made them feel off. like. that's not really the same guy they knew before they died, just saying.

(( reunited with lunar in vr chat episode. yeah it's 5 months ago ))

more rant in the tags as usual

insomnia? do u mean my true crime podcast time

ok posting it here bc im not sure if its going to stay in the doodle page

Xiao n Aether getting ready for the day ^^

*throws down another doodle dump of rottmnt au stuff + fake screenshots* Guess who rewatched ROTTMNT for like the billionth time and has Y'Gythgba/Mona Lisa hyperfixation again? ME 👋✨

Surgery is at 9:45 (finally, thank the heavens cause I'm going insane here at how bad hospital communication is) so! Pen doodles before I'm drugged up on anesthesia.

OCs of mine as a comfort in my suffering (and it's easier in pen bc they're boring designs unlike fanart I'd want to draw).

Steve: Eddie...

Eddie: oh no, 'Eddie' in B flat.

Eddie: You're disappointed.

i was commissioned by my friend @revalito to draw characters from his story, doroteo and socorro! i love them so much and it was an absolute honor to make this piece for him ^^

a snippet for now as I’m still writing this hallmark au for @thefreakandthehair‘s winter prompt challenge

1990. Eddie hasn’t been back to Hawkins since December 1985 and now it’s 1990. He is on “vacation.” AKA his boss told him he either had to write a Christmas album or go home. And well, he’s already tired enough of writing music that doesn’t feel quite right, he sure as hell isn’t going to do that AND try to rhyme things with snow. 

So here he is. It’s 1990 and his plane just landed. Christmas Eve. 

It’s Christmas Eve and his Uncle Wayne is engaged to Claudia Henderson. Something that is still weird to him. Eddie closes his eyes with a sigh, ready for the taxi-ing to be done so he can get the hell off this plane and get ready for his blind date. 

Eddie had graduated in ‘85, still not sure how, but he did. He had hung out for a bit, not as in as much of a rush as he thought he would have been. Hung out with the band, taught Gareth how to DM a game and run a campaign. Met the new freshmen, the new lost lambs. 

And then one day, music came a-calling. Janet, the Hellfire president before him, was visiting her folks over the holidays. She had played with the band on keys before she headed out west for some music school or something. Wherever it was though, Eddie had been messing around on his acoustic guitar at The Hideout and Janet had gotten a snippet of it on her cassette recorder. 

Next thing he knew, he had a letter in the mail with a contract offer. Turned out Janet hadn’t gone out there for school, but had gotten some internship in production and well, she got a promotion to Eddie’s manager. It wasn’t metal, but it was music. And it was a ticket out of Hawkins so he took it. Eddie took and didn’t look back. 

Until now. 

He had stayed in touch via phone, sure. Calling his uncle and answering Gareth’s and Dustin’s questions about D&D. 

But Janet had held out a plane ticket in one hand and a list of rhymes with snow in the other. 

Eddie took the ticket. He really disliked the holiday season. The plane makes a turn, the final stretch to the gate now, and Eddie lets out a sigh. This was definitely going to be a mess. 

Yeah we've already talked about how outright stupid the lore n writing for modern Doom is, but tbh I can understand why they had to do something with Doomguy, why they had to make him The Specialest Boy instead of Just Some Guy. Do I like how they did it? No, I would've taken it a different direction. Do I think that hugo could've done it well even if he took it in the direction I would've? No, I have minimal faith in his story writing. But realistically, how many times can a guy singlehandedly accomplish the impossible before you have to acknowledge he's very much not Just Some Guy who happened to be at the right place at the right time? I think that, with how every single other person on the Phobos UAC base were killed in Doom I, doomguy stopped being Just Some Guy the moment he decided to do anything other than just lie down and die.