A request from a good friend. I'm taking art requests by the way, not just for Of Monsters and Mainframes but I would love those specifically

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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trying on a metaphor

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost

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Jules of Nature

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Sade Olutola

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A request from a good friend. I'm taking art requests by the way, not just for Of Monsters and Mainframes but I would love those specifically
Nicholas Galitzine
You’re so funny
rest in peace to this diva
happy pride month <3
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Elmo likes Luffy because he's kind, friendly, and hates the government.
Surely [Ronan] would wake up soon and find himself again exiled in Monmouth Manufacturing or in the backseat of his car or lying on the floor beside Adam’s bed at St. Agnes.
June | August
Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.
“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”
“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”
“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”
“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”
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You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still
Since the duffels didn’t even view her as a real person and just a plot device, a lot of people struggle with drawing or writing her doing things she likes so here is a list of interest or things I think El would have loved :)
Strawberry flavored lipgloss, Wonder Woman comics, iridescent stickers, watching old romance films (Aubrey Hepburn is her favorite actress), math, arts and crafts, scrapbooking, roller skating (before Angela), Madonna, playing charades, the color purple, physical touch, colorful clothing, slouch socks, collecting hit clips (she made it to the 2000s idc), Walking into a Sketchers store in the mall with Max just to fill her purse up with the free gum balls, raspberry pie, dipping her fries in strawberry ice cream, playing the piano, Valentine’s Day, stealing Hopper’s old cassette tapes and recording radio music over them, Karaoke, sewing (Joyce taught her), music boxes, Cyndi Lauper, Sprite, seeing babies in public, diorama making, cuffing her jeans, making forts, and bowling.
post s3 erica is worried about her friends steve and robin because they're both really skittish and weird and they keep jumping and flinching at everything and she's like what's wrong with them... and dustin's like well they did get a little tortured i guess :/ and erica's like (eleven years old) but that was three whole weeks ago 🤨 and dustin's like ever heard of trauma 🙄 and erica's like shut up dipshit i have to go i have plans. and then she goes and hangs out with her little posse and feels very odd and out of place and she's noticing all of these little things she hasn't before and she's like what's that. and her little friend is like what? oh my bracelet? it's a medical alert it's because i'm allergic to penicillin. so if i'm like dying in public doctors know i can't have penicillin. and erica's like oh. hm. and her other friend is like oh that's like my cousin's dog he has to wear a vest in public that says NERVOUS on it so people don't come up to him and scare him.
and while her friends start arguing about comparing each other to nervous dogs erica is thinking very hard about her dear pals who are kinda losers but they stayed behind to let her escape the russians... and she's like hm they're like that nervous dog.... i should do something to help them. because they are such weak little losers obviously.
next day erica walkies steve and is like bring robin to my house NOW. they arrive very worried and she presents them with two little beaded bracelets (way more colorful than these and with little heart and star shaped beads too).
they're like wh. and she's like they're medical alert bracelets. for your russian trauma. and she says this so sincerely and she is so eleven years old that steve and robin make eye contact and they're immediately like erica that's really thoughtful of you thank you SO much.
and then they get in steve's car and they drive like halfway down the road before steve has to park because they're both laughing so hard they're crying and robin's like i'm never taking this off ever and steve is like oh my god she put glitter beads on mine is yours glittery?? and robin's like YES AND I THINK THE HEART GLOWS IN THE DARK!! and they literally laugh so hard they almost throw up. and they never take them off ever 🩷
i had this thought about how el probably wouldn’t be able to graduate with them so will gives her his robe and hat :(