#i need to find a tag for this... hmmm

[divorcedwife]

oufits for each of pauline's possible paths

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

where do find all these gifs of kitties having breakdowns 🎤🎤🎤

hivemind 🙏🙏🙏

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[moeblob]

OC

[mystery-incorporated-whore]

I know I really need to start using tags better on this blog but I also kinda take pride in the cluttered overgrown jungle that can only be traversed with a machete

[blaithnne]

Hilda fandom I have not forgotten you this month has just been a hell of a year

[eusuntgratie]

thank you everyone for the tags (under the cut!)

i know that none of you that tagged me go here, but i poked at my dumotanger (hockey rpf) omegaverse college au today. have a few sentences :)

Brian catches himself thinking about scenting him, about tucking his face into his armpit or his throat or the crease of his thigh. He shakes his head and tries to refocus. He tries not to stare as Hot guy does some stretches and pesters a tall, lanky guy with messy curls into doing them with him. He’s mostly successful until he grabs a foam roller. He looks obscene rolling out his quads, his hamstrings, his glutes. Brian’s starting to sweat through his shirt and he hasn’t even done anything yet. He glances around, trying to find something, anything else to look at, when he spies the omega he always sees hanging around with Hot guy. He’s on a leg press machine, quads straining, pushing more weight than Brian’s ever seen an omega even try to lift. He’s pretty sure the guy’s thighs are thicker than any alpha he’s seen.

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[neverendingford]

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[seasaalttrio]

loki's connection to xebec is very interesting in general, but it's also making me wonder about what blackbeard's connection to xebec is, as luffy's other darker foil. clearly not a luffy&shanks-like relationship, as teach was a tiny baby when xebec died and now loki has taken up the direct relationship foiling. (i have seen some theories regarding teach being briefly aged up with a devil fruit ability to be able to remember meeting xebec, so i feel like loki actually directly meeting him is relevant for debunking anything of that nature.)

how did blackbeard come to learn a good deal about xebec, at least enough to have such a high regard for him? did whitebeard ever talk about him? did someone else?

[boimlerkisser]

I'm thinking about the specific kinds of anxiety I have, and subsequently how they'd translate to my self insert in Lazytown. It's usually pretty generalized, I do have specific things that set me off but most of the time it's a "here's how something can go wrong and will kill me" scenario that plays in my head which leads me to be a bit superstitious (I keep Odin's compass on me at all times when I leave the house etc.)

SOOO I had the idea that maybe Stephanie being the sweetheart that she is would maybe make her some kind of like...bracelet or a necklace that's meant to be a 'lucky charm' and when she wears it nothing bad will happen 🥺💖💖💖

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

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[luna-loveboop]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!🥳🥳🧁🧁🎉✨🎊🍰🎁🎂🎈

Wishing you a lovely and amazing new year full of fun and surprises!!! 🎊🎉🌟💖

Here's a bonus doodle of Sky and a remlit:)

SHFBSYXVSGXGSGS I love it, thank you :)

The bonus doodle is so cute, how did you know remlits are my favourite zelda creature? Reminds me of the egg I did for linktober of a remlit (which was my favourite egg of the month fhcbddhdhs). And you added the moon and stars to the cake doodle thank you so much ToT I love the night sky :) I also love the heart earrings because I wear heart shaped glasses all the time bc my vision does not care for sight. I also just love everything about this tbh :P

dyxvdgxxdvxghdgf THANKS

[skybristle]

could you perchance talk a bit about The Seamstress? theyre the BH slugcat I think ive seen you talk about the least

thats because i still don't fucking know what to do with them </3

in general the post maw-collapse storyline [besides chiems and ochre] are where i've struggled the most. what next, after all of that shit, you know? especially because starlight especially needs a LOT of characterization work the brainworms just havent aligned for....

adaptation wise the idea is both a callback to starlights architect [whos named silk! yes i named them After but its a fun connection] but also recently i figured out why its like that.... i think starlights surrounding area is sooo miserable to traverse. super super marshy from all the backwater from sparks Super high production, full of fireflies [like stars], very dark with lots of shit lurking. you know that one room in gutter with the super muddy water thats almost impossibel to swim thru? Yeah imagine that for a whole region. so seamstress was designed to bypass all of that and well. use webs and etc to get over it, as well as to carry things through satchels and etc it made with its silk.

story wise... it has Something to do with aurora and starlight. I think aurora's 'oh god the consequences of my actions' finally getting through his head [he's kind of the reason whispers exists + more importantly gave starlight the information that led her down the path she took] and trying to like. reconcile all the Shit that happened especially as starlight begins to freak out and realize how badly maw got into her head [especially as maw ditches it to worry about sparks]. its all very messy in my head... it probably serves as some kind of messenger for them???? perhaps originally designed for starlight to try and get maws attention but then maw went [metal pipe sfx] and. idk im just ranting . SHAKES STARLIGHT why are you so hard to WRITEEEE

[crypticchild]

yeah so what does it mean when i dream about playing guitar hero for some reason when i've never played that game in my life? do i need to have a chat with my inner child or smth?

[eybefioro]

good omens and "universe" ;)

Sometimes, he caught himself staring. Those times, he thought he must look like a lost sailor bewitched, enchanted by a siren – or maybe like a lovesick fool drowning in affection by the mere sight of his lover, like one of those heroes in the novels he cherished.

(He liked the second option better.)

But he couldn't help himself. Not when the light caught just right, reflecting back like pure gold; not when, in the middle of a drunk evening, he'd get so comfortable he'd allow himself to unfocus his vision and let his eye lids half close, just a peek of the sun behind the clouds of his eyelashes; not when he'd stare at him back, with his raised eyebrows, as he, amused, would tempt him for something Aziraphale already wanted anyways – his pupils so dark, black holes in a swirl of galaxies.

It made his heartbeat erractic, and his breathing hard – heavy, dreamy sighs appearing against his will – as he forgot even to fidget, caught in those colourful rings. It amazed him the depths of them; how many shades of green, of yellow, of black and red, how many emotions bared for him when the black lenses were forgotten, how many memories and stories and mischief they told – Crowley held in the embrace of his eyes the whole universe.

Send me a word!

[jnwnnan]

Account to track what I read.

Mainly for reblogs/comments on fics and art

small note: I am not genuinely attracted to any of the people involved in the fics I read! people just write too good and it's fun reading and sharing. This is all with love and respect!!