#*wild cheering*

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Concept art of Prism and her Bobots from the IEYTD twitter....hellooo prism enjoyers we can rejoice.....

[becauseplot]

QUACKITY FIRST DEATH OF THE NEW SERVER LETSGO

[final-act]

this trend in the tags made me smile.. GO ADAM ‼️ 🏁 🏁 🏁

bonus:

[coconi]

somehow I always end up making these 💙💚 (insp. here & here)

[pigeonpalacade]

Three cheers for smirking revenge

[sparrowsabre7]

Donna Noble this, Wilfred Mott that, everyone's ignoring the most iconic reunion this week:

David Tennant and licking stuff

[jewishbarbies]

finding out people I used to interact with a lot on here are mask off antisemites now is kinda jarring ngl

[andi-o-geyser]

this man is an enigma to me. you go girl

[towacletruck]

Rarepair truthers where ya'll at

I live for this ship man I wish it was more popular.. Literally the lumity of the stickverse they remind me of them so much

[bl00doodle]

Wittle cherry boys.....

[barzyhughes]

i love this fanbase

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

You know how you look up to someone and how someone looks up to you? Okay, now make it g/t

Lemme explain via example: Imagine a writer who types all their stories on their computer. Maybe they share them online maybe they are way too nervous to do that, and just keep it a secret hobby. Anyway, one day they leave their desk to do something only to come back and notice that their writing document moved to a different page, and their computer didn’t fall asleep like it usually did. This confuses them but they brush it off, telling themselves that maybe they were faster than normal and maybe accidentally moved the page.

However, it keeps happening. Each day they walk away for a moment or even longer, their computer never falls asleep and is on a completely different page. This starts to freak them out. So, they decide to walk away and then sneak back as quietly as possible. When they peek their head inside, they see a tiny little person at their computer, just staring at the screen. The writer watches as the tiny continues to read their story, and that’s when they realize, they’re reading the writer’s story. They walk in, spooking the tiny. The tiny is in shock, they can’t tell if it’s just fear of being seen or getting the chance to actually talk to the writer whose work they adore, perhaps a mix of both. Maybe the tiny gets overwhelmed and before the writer can ask the classic “What are you” question, the tiny burst into a bunch of questions about the story the writer is writing. The writer taken aback by this, just awkwardly answers them and tries to ask them a question only for the tiny to continue asking questions. Eventually the tiny remembers that “Oh right… I’m not supposed to be seen…” and cautiously asks if the writer is upset with them and whether they will hurt them. The wrier assures them that they are mad and won’t hurt them and are honestly glad that their computer wasn’t hacked or there was a ghost or something. Also, how could the writer ever hurt their biggest…well smallest fan?

Maybe they build a friendship where the tiny helps the writer with ideas and getting over those writing hurdles. Hell, maybe the tiny even was inspired by the writer and tried writing their own story and shares it with the writer. Maybe the writer gains the confidence to share their stories online or even publish their work all because one little person loved their work. Perhaps the tiny, with the help of the writer, shares their own stories while hiding their identity as a tiny from everyone. So many possibilities! Just tiny little fans, forgetting they should probably focus on not being seen and not “What is Character’s favorite thing to do when they are bored?” Like sweetheart probably not the best time, but go for it.

[skyward-floored]

fic idea for lu where all of the Links dead bio parents are chilling up in the sacred realm or wherever and they all get together and watch all of their sons meet and goof off and are basically just the unseen cheering section

[faunabel]

actually possibly my favorite drawings of veneziano are the ones where he looks all serene and relaxed

like this one! god he's so pretty and it's so soft

i would fold if he looked at me like this. come on... do u get it? u see my vision??

[g0at0ad]

tape recorder most iconic character

[breannasfluff]

“Hey Time, what does this shirt say?” Gleam’s voice is always something to be wary of and Legend flicks his ears back to listen as he sorts gear.

The old man doesn’t answer. In fact, it stretches so long that Legend puts his stuff down and goes to investigate.

“It says cum.”

Din’s tits—what did Time just say?

“Gleam, where did you find that?”

“It’s a cheer shirt. Found it in Link’s clothes.”

Oh no. The cheerleader outfit. The one that definitely doesn’t say cum, but Link in fancy, scrawling letters. Sure, it’s a little hard to read, but come on!

Legend barges into the room, eyebrows already furrowed in annoyance. “It doesn’t say cum!”

“What?” Twilight sticks his head in, frowning at the standoff.

Gleam turns and holds the shirt up. “Read.”

Legend waits if only to see if the rancher will have more sense. He shoots Time a nasty look to make up for it.

“I—huh.” Twilight is making a strange face, all twisted up and eyes squinting. “The script is a little…hard to read?”

Legend switches his glare to him. “Are you telling me you can’t read the shirt?”

“I can! It’s just…” The rancher takes a step closer, still focused on the shirt. “I must be misreading it.”

Gleam doesn’t give him a chance to parse it out, just spins on his heel in search of a new victim. Legend follows, mentally adding Twilight to his disappointing column.

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