forged in silver; molten red

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Stranger Things
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
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we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
taylor price
Sade Olutola

pixel skylines

titsay
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ojovivo

Discoholic 🪩

JVL
almost home

seen from United States
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seen from Malaysia

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seen from Kuwait

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seen from United Kingdom

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seen from Norway

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@whattamanza
forged in silver; molten red
he runs hot at night
glasses al41 sketch
lawblad switching shirts
mika häkkinen painting study
just lawblad things
f1 driver pairings as songs with lyrics related to space
vcarb admin lovingly annoying liam
gr63 warmup sketch
cradle
(full image is on my twt)
Red-Eye [on AO3]
9-1-1 | POV Eddie Diaz | General | 337 words | Poem | Sexuality Crisis
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I catch my reflection and stop. My eyes are red. Not the red that blooms in grainy Polaroids where everyone looks half-haunted by a faulty flash. Not the red of springtime pollen or a rogue eyelash scratching at the surface. This— is the color of 3:17 a.m. The color of staring at a ceiling until it darkens at the edges. The color of revisiting old memories and finding fingerprints where there weren’t supposed to be any. The color of asking yourself: what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, until the question wears a groove through your skull and sends you to the ground in panic. I thought realization would arrive like a package with my name on it. I hoped it would sound like recognition, a note struck somewhere in the distance that my body would know to follow. Instead, every road keeps splitting. Several figures that look uncomfortably like me stand at different corners of an intersection, waving, fighting for my attention. And I am awake enough to see them all, but never enough to know. Never enough to choose. So I spend the night cross-examining myself, turning every feeling this way and that, over and over like a coin that refuses to land, searching for evidence until my fingers go numb. By morning, the mirror reports the damage. Thin rivers of red thread through the whites of my eyes. Proof that while the rest of the city slept, I was excavating myself with bare hands, digging for a person I was certain lived somewhere underneath. I do not know who— or what—I am. Only that I am tired. Only that dawn has arrived again. Only that the stranger looks back with red eyes not from irritation, but from spending another night trying to become someone else before the sun came up. Another night standing at the edge of a truth, and wondering whether it will still be there once I finally look at it in the eyes.
kiss me under the neon lights
every breath interwoven
drift further into you
figuring out the poses was hell
also, incredibly self-indulgent. i just wanted to draw their pecs
settle your weight on my lap
settle your hands on my waist
had the urge to draw buck straddling eddie’s lap, so i drew it. that’s it.
also their skin looked too boring so i added body freckles…
loud and proud
dyed bi pits version for pride month
and here’s a fic inspired by it written by @gingerninja828
hello sailor