minhannie:

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©️jabajeo

mojowitchcraft:
“toktopus-art:
“what if?
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Hazy Shade
by weird_witchcraft | Rated T | 5k | One Shot
“Eddie stumbles into Merrill’s farm late at night on Sunday, November 4th, 1984 and runs into the last person he’d expect to see: Steve Harrington.”
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mojowitchcraft:

toktopus-art:

what if?

Hazy Shade

by weird_witchcraft | Rated T | 5k | One Shot

Eddie stumbles into Merrill’s farm late at night on Sunday, November 4th, 1984 and runs into the last person he’d expect to see: Steve Harrington.


I threatened to write something based on this @toktopus-art and here it is! Big thanks to Toktopus for letting me use this as inspo, hope you enjoy!

#art #q

norrisyimart:

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Nameless 2623

Oil on irregular canvas

70x60cm

herewegobebe:

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TAEMIN | ‘Guilty’ Trailer & MV Behind Ep.3 🥰💕

#art #by op #q

norrisyimart:

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Nameless 6023

Acrylic & oil on canvas

Sold

#art #q

balkanparamo:

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ZINAÏDA SEREBRIAKOVA (RUSSIE-FRANCE/ 1884-1967)

jkvjimin:

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for @cordiallyfuturedwight

❝Doing a concert was my dream. I wanted to be able to breathe together with our fans through our music.❞ ━ Kim Seokjin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIN!
December 4th, 1992

#art #q
seniorinternaut:
“Evening Migration of birds by Aleksei Savrasov, 1874 (oil on canvas)
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seniorinternaut:

Evening Migration of birds by Aleksei Savrasov, 1874 (oil on canvas)

akioukun:

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He doesn’t know what those stains are 🤔

I got bored doing my work, get a still redraw

jinstronaut:

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#JINBDAY2023 | countdown to 31

jin + tumblr tags: we miss you edition

#art

aqua-regia009:

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Escape before the dawn, oil on canvas.
Devinez

https://devinez.com.pl/

br0ck-eddie:

Do you ever think about a post s4/upside-down Eddie who makes it? His wounds are healed. Scars littering his body. A new found family by his side. Wayne. But, he refuses to pick up his guitar. His sweetheart. Something that’s always been an extension of himself. He can’t even look at her. Because the memories are too much to bear. And he can’t go back there. Not yet.

Until one day he tries. Runs his fingers along the guitar. Holds her in his hands. And cries. Cries as he lets himself feel. Feel the comfort music always embraced him in. That he didn’t let in for more than a year. And as he plays a familiar tune, he lets the tears flow with a smile on his face. Thinking of everything he’s gained since that Spring of ‘86.

teaboot:

ilovemybarricadebabies:

The excluded tags filter on Ao3 is such a fucking lifesaver. I love it so much.

Do I know what I want to read? No. Do I know what I DON’T want to read? Absolutely. God bless