#crash-into hello

[sophsun1]

Buck + Pining for Tommy

9-1-1 – 8.07: Hotshots

[frownyalfred]

There’s been lots of great posts about Clark flying to the Batcave when he’s injured or needs help because he trusts Bruce at a certain level that defies even the worst of panic, but imagine that instinct getting all twisted around and now Clark flies Lois to the Cave every time she does anything worse than give herself a paper cut.

Lois accidentally inhales a tiny bit of Joker gas on assignment in Gotham and a panicked Superman flies her straight into Bruce’s Cave, sets her on Bruce’s desk (goodbye, carefully organized samples for the sewer case) and says “Help!”

Lois is rolling her eyes. Clark looks despondent. Bruce takes a breath, nods, and snaps on a pair of gloves.

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[foldbaron]

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[comfortyart]

This is a lil gift for @pinkfadespirit based of a moment from their fic Put On A Show. Their writing is filled with moments I end up rereading over and over and I wanted to try and draw one that is burned into my brain.

[tricoufamily]

new gaming pc is coming this week. return to me

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

He fuckin

SONIC GOING HOME TO TAILS' LAB

Idc if this is the second to last page it drives me crazy

This is bigger than the leadup to #50 where we saw Sonic crashing on Tails' couch

After a long day and a very big event they quite literally went home to rest together

I may very well be sleep deprived but...domestic partners?? For me??👉👈

[x3n0-is-loading]

matching bracelets! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[muttgrrrrrl]

All the Crash fanart I've made recently based on and on top of some of my favorite shots, and I plan on drawing all of them. So much. Huge shoutout @b00mrang like wowza good show

I feel like indulging in the face headcannons for rvb was like, 50% of the fun when I got into rvb. It's not a common thing to explore in fandoms and its just!!!!! Fun as hell idk it really scratches my brain right

Now theres not much to go off of description wise for these guys (minus Duke explicitly referring to himself as handsome and I chose to believe him and draw him accordingly))he's my favorite can u tell)), but I was mostly thinking to represent them age wise. Crash and Duke strike me as anywhere between 25-35, and Pops prob likeee 45-55.

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

Excuse my terrible voice acting

So remember i made smg4 crash twinsanity gmod stuff? Yeah i made an smg4 crash au-

Its a bit very different than crash, for example mario isnt a bandicoot and i kinda fused n brio and coco into one character and thats four

Those two inkling, Victoria and Maureen represent the evil twins in this video

The plot is a liiittlee different than the original

Anyway enjoy this short little thing

[froggerland]

Okay I hope this hasn't been done yet but I need yall to read the English translation of "Winterreise: Gute Nacht", the only non English song (? Idk about Macushla I'll update this) from the Crozier playlist. Thank you Dave "don't read too much into it" K

(Taken from Hampsong Foundation)

A stranger I arrived here,

a stranger I go hence.

Maytime was good to me

with many a bunch of flowers.

The girl spoke of love,

her mother even of marriage.

Now the world is dismal,

the path veiled in snow.

For my journey I cannot

choose my own time;

I must pick the way myself

through this darkness.

My mooncast shadow acts

as my companion

and on the white meadow

I look for deer’s footprints.

Why should I stay longer

until they drive me away?

Let stray dogs howl

outside the master’s house.

Love loves to rove—

God made it so—

from one to the next.

Sweetheart, goodnight!

I will not disturb your dreams:

that would spoil your rest.

You must not hear my footsteps—

soft, softly shut the doors!

As I leave I shall write

‘Goodnight’ upon the gate for you,

so that you may see

I have been thinking of you.

[love-3-crimes]

HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING

[ibis-radish]

NO I'M FINE I JUST DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE E-SOUL

[valeriianz]

Hiii @embroiderling here. For the way you said I love you, can I ask for 31? Or 27. Or 25 😂 all the options are so good 💖

Thank youuuu

Helloooo! So nice to see you after so long! haha 31: In awe, the first time you realised it also, reincarnation au :D

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“I love you.”

The stranger looks twice at Hob, a beautiful expression of bafflement making his eyes pop.

Hob blinks, the words coming back to him.

“Sorry,” Hob laughs, breathless. He feels a flush growing up his neck. “That just– came out of me. I don’t– here–” Hob scrambles to get his feet flat on the ground and heft himself up halfway, extending a hand to the man he’d crashed into… who looks achingly familiar.

The man, who Hob takes in properly now, hesitantly takes Hob’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground, standing now on unsteady legs. They carefully walk out of the bike lane and onto the slightly congested sidewalk. Hob realizes he doesn’t have his scooter until his hand shoots out to catch the thin, gorgeous man, by the elbow as he wobbles a bit.

“Careful.” Hob offers a smile but it feels broken. “You okay?”

The man looks up from the point where they are touching, back to Hob, absolute shock and something like recognition glinting in his eyes.

Hob’s breath catches when he sees that the man is crying. Beautiful blue eyes shine and overflow down pale skin and strikingly sharp cheekbones.

“What’s wrong?” Hob’s grip tightens slightly on the man’s arm while the other hovers between them.

“I don’t know…” The man finally speaks with a voice that sounds like heaven. His fingers shake as he wipes away the tears on his face. “I just feel like…”

His low vibrato cracks as he looks back at Hob.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you say that.”

Hob’s jaw drops and his heart soars.

“What’s your name?”

“Dream.”

Hob huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“It’s– It’s so crazy. I knew that.” Hob laughs properly now at the smile that tugs up the corner of Dream’s lips. “Do you know me? What’s my name?”

Dream’s brows pinch together as he seems to study Hob.

“... Hob.”

The smile that cracks through Dream’s composure is enough to send pin pricks up Hob’s spine, tickling the back of his neck, not to mention how incredibly strange and yet familiar this all seems. Like he’d looked at those crystal blue eyes a hundred times, in a hundred different lifetimes, a hundred different emotions reflected in them.

Then Dream laughs. A bark of laughter that he immediately covers with his hand and finally, for the first time since Hob spoke to him, looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“What’s so funny?” Hob’s smiling so wide he feels his eyes squint.

“I don’t know!” Dream nearly screeches, his visage morphing through something like the five stages of grief before smiling again.

“But…” Dream manages to get himself under control, looking around at the people walking past them, the buildings towering over them, and back to Hob. “It’s a very strange name.”

It feels like an excuse, or some explanation that at least makes sense.

“I love your laugh,” Hob blurts out, feeling more present, all the sudden.

Dream sighs, his body relaxing, like he’s committed to whatever is happening… acquiescing to it. 

“I know you do.”

Hob grins. This is insane.

“Can I take you to dinner?”

Dream’s breath seems to catch, his eyes flicking up and down.

“I feel like you owe me a lot more than dinner.”

Hob laughs again, emotion welling on inside his throat and making his own eyes begin to burn.

“I’m going to make it up to you. God. What is happening right now?”

Dream merely shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and looking around them.

“Are you free tonight? Eight o’clock?”

Hob nods, excitement– like a child, rushes through his veins.

“Let’s meet here,” Dream points to the ground. “... again, if you’re serious.”

Hob nods again. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” Dream takes a long breath, his eyes seem to burn, instantly watching Hob. “I will see you again.”

An unconscious grin splits across Hob’s face.

“You will.”

[bitethedevil]