Who?

So many art WIPs, so little time...

The poll has spoken! 😸

its me. im the april fool.

kings of not being able to get comfortable

Chapter Seven: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab    ⮑ STRANGER THINGS 4

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

In case you're curious here's what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

in this scene according to me:

DAMIANO DAVID

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless...

thank you gif makers <3 thank you artists <3 thank you fic writers <3 thank you people making memes <3 thank you update blogs <3 thank you supportive angel rebloggers <3 thank you people welcoming new friends <3 thank you wonderful readers <3 thank you everyone making fandom fun to experience <3 thank you everyone creating a safe space to escape the harshness & ugliness of real life <3 thank you block button <3

thank you !!! don't let silly bored people bring you down, you are loved & appreciated & encouraged forever & always !!! 🫶🏻 ily xxx

*glances at Eddie Munson*

you don’t have to match my freak you just have to think whatever’s wrong with me is fascinating and perhaps even sexual

thinking about sitting next to eddie and laying your head on his shoulder. anywhere. on public transit as you silently watch scenery fly by in a colourful blur. he plays with the tips of your fingers. at home while you watch a movie. he can’t sit still, but you don’t mind. or watching him draw. he’s a little more still then—his hands and mind busy.

So many art WIPs, so little time...

prompt: name @taylorswiftmicrofic wc: 463

a/n: eddie munson, you little menace, i love u

“bye eddie! love you!” steve calls out, shoving his feet into his shoes as he juggles his lunch in one hand and keys in the other, about to leave for work.

silence echoes in the apartment and steve frowns, calling out a confused, “eddie?”

a huff and shuffling feet before eddie’s sleep ridden form shuffles into the lounge, blanket wrapped around him and what steve can only describe as a poor attempt at a glare and full on pout on his face.

“what.” eddie grumbles and steve is shocked and slightly anxious, he has to leave now if he doesn’t want to be late but eddie seems to be in somewhat of a mood.

“you didn’t respond to my love you.” steve says with a tilt to his head, resembling a confused puppy.

“well how was i supposed to know you were talking to me?!” eddie asks huffing angrily, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at steve.

steve is stumped, “what- eddie what are you talking about-?”

“don’t call me that.” eddie growls and steve gawks at him.

“call you what? your name?!” steve squawks indignantly and eddie growls again, lifting a hand to point at steve.

“that’s not my name and you know it!” eddie exclaims, close to yelling and steve is about to form a stress headache.

“what? baby-” steve sighs, exhausted and dreading having to go to work after having a fight with his boyfriend that’s apparently forgotten his own name.

“aha!” eddie yells with wide a manic look, pointing crazily at steve, shuffling on his feet.

“you knew and you still did it!!” eddie cries and steve lifts his hands in surrender.

“do we need to take you to the ER?” steve questions with a totally serious tone but eddie only groans throwing his head back in annoyance, as if steve is being a nuisance.

“you don’t call me eddie! you call me baby, every. single. day. you leave him, you call out, “bye baby! love you!” and i respond with, “bye honey, love you more!” and then i sit here and wallow until you come home!” eddie whines out and steve snorts.

eddie levels him with a hard stare and steve’s eyes widen, “okay okay, yes you’re right baby, i should have never called you eddie, my bad, i apologize” steve rushes out before eddie can throw something at him.

eddie smiles, satisfied, humming with a nod before closing his eyes, curls framing his face as he leans against the wall.

“kiss for emotional distress caused?” eddie asks with a grin and steve shakes his head fondly, already walking over.

“you’re a menace.” steve states and eddie only shrugs with his doe eyes looking all too shiny, “your menace though.” he mumbles before they kiss sweetly.

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