#✨release✨

[un-pearable]

i don’t know if you heard the news….

[deardisasterdiary]

universum säger "loss!" men jag är en hund med en slemmig boll i munnen

[faemothra]

he has cast you in his shadow

(bonus black & white version under the cut)

[bu99erfly]

HAPPY JOY DAY! 230903 (Event Preview)

[my-drama-heart2406]

Lee Jae Wook and Lee Jun Young for <로얄로더> The Impossible Heir

[ree-duh]

[stardestroyer81]

Seeing as I drew Anton fairly recently, I felt that it was only appropriate to also draw his cranked-out coworker Dynamite Annie, and it looks as though she has something very important to say... 💚🏳️‍⚧️✨

[denaliwrites]

Love Letters

Thirteenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: “Letters”

Summary: A "secret" admirer keeps sending you love letters.

Requests: Tentatively open-ish.

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce

Warnings: Canon-Typical Tomfoolery.

It had been a number of years since you'd seen the Doctor. The last you'd counted, it had been four. The years were easy to keep track of, at least, but you didn't bother with the months or weeks or days. It was all just... time, when it came to the Doctor.

It had been four years since you'd seen the Doctor. But that didn't mean it had been just as long since you'd heard from them.

It was custom for the two of you to leave each other letters when you were living your civilian life. The handwriting of the Doctor changed on occasion, but you could always tell it was theirs -- least of all because they were the only one who sent you handwritten notes.

It was as if by instinct the two of you knew when to check your mailbox, yet as if by irony you never managed to run into each other.

Well, at least until you did, anyway.

Four years and you hadn't seen the Doctor. The last time you'd seen him, he was a tall and gangly Scotsman. The person you encountered now... certainly was not that.

You weren't sure why you decided to check the mail when you did, but when you got there a blonde who certainly wasn't your usual mailperson was slipping a letter into your mailbox -- a letter with only your name written on it, in lovely flowing script.

The writing had changed again, but as ever remained unmistakably the Doctor's.

"Doctor?" you asked after her, curiously.

She stopped, as if daring to continue forward would physically pain her, then turned to face you. The grin on her face was wide, but strangely forced.

"Erm, no, sorry. The Doctor is... away. Just gave me an address and asked me to drop this in the mail slot."

"I can see the TARDIS on the street corner."

"Oh... really? You shouldn't do..."

"I can also just... tell. When it's you," you said apologetically. "You just have a certain... way about you."

"Ah. I thought I fixed that."

"You're not Scottish anymore."

"Or a man."

Well, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't noticed that. In fact, it was the first thing you'd noticed -- it was a pretty stark change considering that her every regeneration until then (that you knew of, at least) had been a man.

"I don't mind," you assured her, starting a slow approach towards her. She didn't move, but she also didn't seem entirely comfortable, so you stopped a few paces away. "In fact, I think you look great. Womanhood suits you. Especially that face."

"Oh... you --" She wagged a finger, but her smile had turned more genuine. "Don't go gettin' all flirty on me."

"Doctor, you're here to drop off a love letter. I think it may be too late to tell me not to get flirty."

She seemed to consider that, playfully bobbing her head left and right in thought. "Yeah, all right," she finally said, grinning. "You do have me there, I'm afraid."

[lovereadandwrite]

a nightmare from which there will be no waking up✨

[shima-draws]

LET’S GO GAMERS!!!!!!!

[un-pearable]

i keep somehow stumbling into pre-episode 1 canon divergence fics where they never release aang and every single time it torments me

[triglycercule]

how it feels to get art of your shitty sona and multiverse that isnt even finished yet

[sovamurka]

Timebomb nation, once again I'm here to tell you about russian localisation's ekkojinx moments. When translating Tales of Runeterra's character lines our translators accidentally made a genius mistake and now Ekko has a nickname for Jinx. Try to guess which one. It's Bomb. Of course it's Bomb 💣

[sophfandoms53]

WAIT THE KEANU RUMOR IS CONFIRMED NOW????

Damn I’d be pissed if I was on the Sonic Movie crew that this announcement got spoiled by some dude on a youtube stream😭

[arsenicflame]

TWO - THE ANTLERS // BLACKHANDS

[eightmakesonebraincell]

i’m ngl the teaser pics got me thinking of prince jongho who seems so elegant and composed in public but so awkward and flustered to u behind the scenes but only cause he doesn’t know how to express his emotions for u properly i can’t *head in hands sobbing*

— mafia

prince!jongho tries to keep the smile on his face pleasant as the princesses surround him with questions. when one asks him what he is wearing to the ball later that night, he answers, "blue, perhaps." curt and to the point, he gives another small smile before excusing himself.

amused, you hear the princesses cooing amongst themselves about how handsome, dashing and dreamy prince jongho is. "i'm going to wear blue tonight so i match him, and maybe he will ask me for the first dance," one says. "not if he doesn't pick me first. i'm going to wear blue too," another argues back.

you round the corner where you last saw jongho dash off to, only to catch him whirl around in panic, thinking the group of hyenas have caught him, and pretend to blend in with the curtains. except he is currently wearing a black suit. and the curtains are a pristine white.

"not a very clever hiding spot, don't you think, prince jongho?" at the sound of your voice, he turns around, panic subduing before morphing into embarrassment. his eyes crinkle as he gives you a gummy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck with a hand. he nervously asks what you are wearing, and you tell him that you will probably wear that red dress you haven't touched since you bought it last year. 

later that night at the ball, when you are milling around a table of refreshments donning your beautiful red dress, you hear someone softly clearing their throat, "may i have your first dance?" prince jongho stands before you and you take in an involuntary breath. jongho is handsome, dashing and dreamy indeed. but to you, he is better encapsulated by his bumbling goofiness and shy endearment. 

for prince jongho is not wearing blue, but a red suit to match your dress.