When I Was Bored In Class I Madevpretty Eye. Yay New Eye! Anyway Morning Peeps

Comment below oh and @lucasdavis420 I'm working on that badass anime character well characters. Please comment #animedrawing #drawingrequest

What she texts: I'm finw

What she means: I'm fine

acesan nation this one is for you

Did an art trade with @beecried-stuff

I drew their OC Jenna, and I just had to embrace those curls I saw in the reference photos. Sorry for the wait.

me feeling utterly delighted by this bc Billy keeps winning even tho he’s dead and haters will keep staying mad about it:

“ Just gather us all in one place and kill us all with missiles. Let us all die at once as martyrs. Because what you’re doing right now is torture! “

I am still sorry if putting this in blm and stop asian hate offends anyone, but as you know by now, social media platforms are preventing Palestine from trending. And you deserve to know the truth. And Palestinian deserve to be heard

I sketched. I like it. Would u were the shorts? #animeclothing #fashion #designs #sketches #animesketch

Killer Stepdad

A Lifetime Movie-esque murder mystery short fic for @fallofneilhargrove

6 months after moving to Hawkins, Susan dies suddenly, and Max is convinced that Neil had something to do with her death. Desperate to investigate the circumstances surrounding her mother's death, Max drags Billy (and eventually Steve) into a dangerous investigation into Neil's recent behaviors.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, inspired by lifetime movies, Murder Mystery, Domestic Violence, Sibling Bonding, Nosy teenagers fuck around and find out, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Body Image, Fat Shaming, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Underage Drinking, Child Abuse, Enemies to Friends To Lovers, Eventual Romance

The day of Susan’s funeral, it was pouring. The air was thick and humid and the rain pitter pattered onto the casket. Lucas did his best to hold his umbrella over Max, and Susan’s casket, not caring that his suit was soaking wet. 

Max was sure Susan didn’t know all of these people very well, but it was a small town, and everyone showed their support for Max and Neil.

Poor, grieving Neil who sobbed but not a single tear fell from his eyes. 

Max glared at Neil, then glanced over at Billy who was giving Neil the same dirty look. 

They made eye contact and he nodded his head at her. She nodded back, then turned back to the casket, watching dejectedly as it was lowered into the ground, dragging her further and further away. The memories of her smile, her hugs, her soft little giggles, all buried forever, never to be seen again. 

Neil continued to sob, and Max found it a bit too theatrical. Max did all of her crying at home, and who you are behind closed doors is who you really are. 

Neil didn’t cry once. He didn’t say much at all. In fact, he was constantly out and about, sometimes coming in drunk, and laughing on the phone when he thought no one could hear.

But Max heard, and she didn’t like it at all. 

Neil seemed almost glad that Susan was gone…at least to her. But it wasn’t like she knew much about Neil, except the fact that he was a fucking terrible person. 

Read the full story on Ao3

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

Just gonna stay in my bubble thanks