Eddie has a weird way to eat sandwiches.
One of my bffs told us how he ate sandwiches in our last hang out and I decided that Eddie would eat his the same way.
I proceed to explain:
You cut your square sandwich into four triangles.
Then you choose the two parts with the most cheese and ham or whatever thing your sandwich is. And don't eat them.
You take the two left and proceed to eat them in a way that they would always be in a triangle shape.
When you finish those two, go back to the ones you didn't eat so you can pull apart the ingredients, eating the bread first and the cheese and ham second.
That's– that's it.
I imagine Eddie doing the same god-forsaken thing and having the whole Party watching with both stares of horror and amusement.
My bff and Eddie don't have many things in common but Eddie walks on tables and she was (is?) a theater kid so i think it's fair.
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P.S. @m-de-mermelada told me she would walk on tables too if he was a DM after i asked for permission to post this so that's something.
why are we the villans ?
why not her?
why is she our mother nature,
when she has always tried to tear us apart ?
why are we the villans?
why do we think that mother nature protects us,
when all her efforts were to end us?
i wonder why
why do we assume nature to be on our side.
Me: I really need a solution for the plot hole in my multichapter fanfiction that I've been trying to finish for weeks. So please, just for once, focus on the task at hand.
My brain: Oh yeah, got it. No problem.
Also my brain: You know I have this idea for a whole new story. Completely unrelated to the other one. What if we start this one instead.
Eclipse
I made this for my AP art portfolio so it’s a little different from my usual stuff (and took a lot longer to finish!)
(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)
I have a constant nagging issue with wanting to restart social media profiles bc I can't feel comfortable with the profiles I've always had and can't figure out what to do to make my current profiles fit my current person. I never know what to post on anything and it makes me feel less of a person because of it.
the problem with having had a creepypasta faze in middle school is that I have become numb to the world while simultaneously having a nagging fear of getting back into creepypasta because sometimes when I jus wanna hear about cryptids in the middle of the night I find some fanfiction about fictional serial killers getting called "uwu smol beans" and it gives me flashbacks
started reading aftg and don't tell my twitter mutuals but i also went on the ao3 page because i can't contain myself