#I GET ITTTTT

[cinnabeat]

oh no was reading a fic abt the grief you feel when ur little sibling is very visibly growing older and i need a moment to cry

[natjennie]

LESTAT LESTAT LESTAT LESTAT LESTAT

[bugtransport]

soooo fun watching someone else watch v3 now that i know what's in there :3c

[mossy-aro]

sometimes finding aromanticism in media isn’t literally about aromanticism… sometimes it’s about the deconstruction of love as a concept and the subversion of its perception as inherently humanising. it’s about the decentering of romance as a driving force in the narrative. and also sometimes it’s about love being central to the narrative but in a way that defies all traditional categorisations of romantic / platonic / anything else. it is the secret third thing yet so much more and less at once. the point is aromanticism is everywhere for those with eyes to see

[doodledrawsthings]

HAPPY NINE SOLS ON CONSOLS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[wisteriagoesvroom]

we must bundle him into a blanket and pass him a giant mug of hot chocolate because what the hell was that race seriously

[x]

[sparklode]

[ninjabelle]

olrox and mizrak have me in the most insane chokehold fr fr because what do you mean 'of course not. I'm not in love with you, mizrak' ????

because olrox then > proceeds to recklessly stop his man from getting killed time and time again > keeps coming back and back even after being cruelly called a soulless monster> finally plans to leave because fuck all that > IS ONE FOOT ON A SHIP OUT OF THERE ALREADY > comes back anyway because his man decided some things were important enough to die for and that shit stirred something in olrox clearly > literally could have delivered a killing blow to drolta but yeeted himself tf away from her the second he saw mizrak was wounded > literally ran to him like sprinted over there did you see his gay little run > apparently has alucards blessing in all this which we are conveniently going to not get into because fuck you that's why > cradles and comforts his man with a tenderness that completely borders posessive while chasing away old man coyote > bridal carries his mans to a bed while magically lighting candles to set the mood > 'there's no need to be afraid my love' > 'the devils easy to cheat' > lets his new vampire companion go ham on his body not giving a single fuck clearly > final frames of the entire goddamn show being mizraks dumptruck ass as he straddles his eternal lover like HELLOOO?? CAN ANYONE HEAR MEEEEE !!!! WAAAAOOOOUUUU!!!

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I didn't know missing someone ... would feel like this. I never thought that I'd just show up here to see you."

TAKARA NO VIDRO (2024). EPISODE TEN.

[klaissance]

they are god’s eepiest soldiers im begging please let them ReLaX

[walkingstackofbooks]

Tfw you have a "short idea" that turns into an entire beginning of a fic 😅

This was supposed to say "Julian and Data episode where they've been sent to assist on a project together, and get confused for each other. Their colleagues label Julian's oddities as being 'android behaviour', and Data's as 'honestly, augments': Data gets to enjoy being mistaken for a human-- although it's more complicated than simple enjoyment -- while Julian feels... Well. That's complicated too." But I couldn't think of the short version until I'd written most of this XD Enjoy!

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Julian and Data episode where they've been sent to assist on a project together, and when they arrive, the woman greeting them asks dismissively, "Alright, so which of you's the augment and which is the android?"

Julian responds sarcastically, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. I'm Commander Data, and this is my colleague, Doctor Julian Bashir," while gesturing towards his pips and Data's uniform colour - but the sarcasm is clearly lost on her, since the woman frowns at them, telling him sternly, "Whoever installed your sense of humour has done a bad job. I don't find wasting time amusing, and if you'd like to work on this project, you need to change back into your correct uniforms and stop playing around."

Data, of course, steps in to resolve this misunderstanding. "What my colleague meant to say is, that he's Doctor Bashir, and I'm--"

The woman cuts him off with a glare. "I've been warned about you, Bashir," she says. "Don't test my patience. Rules are rules here, and I won't have you flaunting them - or leading that android astray, either. Get changed, the pair of you, and report back to me at 1600 -- Ensign Bezerra!"

A short ensign in science blue stops in their tracks, almost seeming to hold their breath as they snap to attention.

"Bezerra will show you where to go," she says, turning back to them.

"Ma'am, just let me--"

"Enough! You might be a commander, but I am the doctor in charge of this project, and I'll thank you to treat me like it. Now, do you want to work on this project or not?"

The answer to that is increasingly becoming uncertain - Julian's excitement had significantly diminished the moment he realised that Lead Doctor Garrat was someone so unpleasant - but for now, both of them nod meekly, and follow the ensign to their quarters.

--

It was an illogical order, but one that his companion seemed set on following. It also seemed that Julian believed he'd won their debate over their next course of action, with his argument that there was no point to causing another argument with Garrat, and that for the meanwhile, they should act their respective parts until they can find someone more reasonable to listen to them.

"It is still against Starfleet regulations, to impersonate another officer," Data reminded Julian for a second time, as the doctor began shrugging off his jacket.

"Orders are orders, Data," Julian replied sharply. "Even stupid ones."

Data nodded, but made no move to begin divesting his own clothes, watching blandly as the doctor continued to undress. A minute later, an angry uniform came flying his way, which his hands automatically reached out to catch.

"Do you want to make more trouble for us?" Julian asked, and Data made his face frown, unsure if his answer would result in more unexpected hostility.

"I am not yet convinced that this course of action will result in "less trouble"," he replied truthfully.

"Oh, for fu--" Julian started, scowling again-- but then caught himself, and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Data," he said, his face scrunching in a tell-tale sign of remorse. "It's my fault we've got into this mess, and now I'm not even listening to you. I'm as bad as Garrat."

"I would not call that a reasonable comparison," Data corrected. "You are angry because of an injustice. Lead Doctor Garrat, on the other hand, was..." He waited, pondering for a moment. "I believe that you might say she was 'being an ass'."

Julian snickered, the sound converting immediately into electronic pulses of confirmation: correct, correct, correct. Data had long noticed how humans often found it humourous when he attempted their vernacular, and having found the right combination of words this time, allowed Julian's short laugh to light up his brain.

"I'm not sure I'd be so polite as to leave it at that," Julian replied. "Oh, sod it. Hand me back my uniform, let's go and sort this out. If she sends us home, what have we got to lose, anyway?"

The asnwer seemed obvious. "The chance to research prezenimites in a localized, non-sochoric enviroment. You expounded at great length during our shuttle ride on the importance of the project and your excitement to be a part of its development."

Julian's face twisted in a way that Data could not interpret. His mouth had turned upwards again, but Data was not convinced that it was an honest smile. "Apart from that," Julian said in a softer voice.

"It is likely that if we were sent away at so early a juncture, a note would be placed in our records. In addition, I do not believe that our captains would be pleased we had lost this prestigious placement due to a sarcastic misunderstanding."

Julian groaned. "Dammit, Data - what do you want?"

"Want, Julian?"

Tilting his head, Data waited for the doctor to further explain, but Julian just shook his head and held out an arm. "Just hand me my clothes, Data."

His friend was, Data now registered, still mostly undressed - possibly a fact that had added to Julian's discomfort and agitation. However, he did not comply immediately: he believed that he was beginning to answer his confusion over why the doctor had been so insistent - eager, in his own way - to obey Garrat, despite the seeming senselessness of the order.

"You believe we would face fewer consequences if we pose as each other for a time?"

"Well yes, I do - but that doesn't matter, and I could be wrong anyway. It has been known to happen." Julian grinned widely, sending an array of opposing signals through Data's brain: he knew Julian was not happy.

"I could be wrong, too," Data replied. "I do not have enough information to determine the best course of action. I... have difficulties understanding human behaviour, and I do not understand Doctor Garrat. She seemed to dislike us even before you spoke."

A soft, huffed breath escaped Julian. "The augment and the android, yeah. As though we're so alike as to be practically interchangeable! Not that I think it's bad, to be like you, I mean..."

"I did not take offense," Data assured, turning Julian's words over in his mind. "I find myself, however, interested in a question this situation presents. While I still cannot understand why, it seems that Doctor Garrat's prejudice blinded her against the truth of our identities. I wonder for how long she would continue believing that I were you, and you were me, if we considered that informing her otherwise would be a lost cause."

It took a few moments for Julian to respond, a fact which did not surprise Data: he himself had found this train of thought rather unexpected.

"Hang on - a few minutes ago you were quoting Starfleet regulations at me, and now you want to do what?"

Data was sure there was some logic to his idea. He just hadn't computed it yet.

[helinedmightbehere]

five nights at bonzoland

[clefablepb]

kinda old fern n finn n jake art i've never posted for some reason? :P get robloxed idiot

[pixlokita]

I know you've probz already thought of this or many more ppl have asked you to do this but PLEEEASE PLS PLS PLS PLS CAN YOU DRAW GREG IN THE GLAMROCK FREDDY ONESIE (as seen in the hidden alcove in Superstar Daycare, while wearing the VANNI mask;image below)

Imagine Greg trying to hold things with those plush gloves 🥲 who designed that

[megumiluvv]

Sukuna making you cockwarm his bottom cock and jerk off his top one mhmmm 😵‍💫