#a special message for

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[drnobitches-phd]

I don’t know if we can keep only knowing McDonald’s, charging we’s phone, twerking, being bisexual, eating hot chip and lying through this guys….

We might have to learn to cook.

[wombywoo]

just checking...

[starmocha]

The chat is literally titled "I Miss You" 🥺

So he concocted a plan and bribed a child patient to help him lmao

Zayne having Cindy send voice messages to MC from his phone during work at the hospital 🥹🥹🥹

Can you just picture him directing her on what to say? Like, he was probably in the patient room checking in or in the middle of an examination, and maybe Cindy notices he looks a little sad, so the two worked out this plan and Zayne coaches her on what to say 🥹🥹🥹🥹

The mental image of Zayne stopping Cindy from revealing his treachery 😭😭

"[...] and I get what I want." ZAYNE??? SIR??? THE AUDACITY. ok babe whatever you want ily

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Valentine's Day! (and this blog's first post anniversary!)

[felicitywilds]

the doctor just. knows rose so well it hurts me. the hologram message he left as nine in bad wolf-- like he PLANNED that shit out ahead of time. he KNEW rose would be stubborn and not want to leave him. he KNEW hed have to force her away in the tardis to keep her safe if push ever came to shove. and he knew shed argue with him. and that shed move closer, and that he could turn and end up looking right at her. and in doomsday. he grabbed both magnaclamps.

[leminaus]

Hey there love your art sm :3 i have a teeny request if you could draw pokespe yellow&sapphire... i seriouosly love the idea of their dynamic since theyre both HUGE on nature but theres never really anybody who draws them :( or even sapphire with any of the other dexholders.. (especially gold&yellow) since shes always kind of paired with ruby (dont get me wrong theyve been my otp for almost a decade..) it would be kind of cool to see more art w her and othee characters !! Its seriously okay if you dont really want to draw this as idk its up to you everybody has their own stuff in life. But i hope you continue to enjoy drawing and posting !!! Regards :3

the sillies

[leadoutlap]

i will say. the shock and terror with which so many of you react when the drivers say something immature has me convinced that none of you have ever talked to a man in his 20s in your entire lives

[loveinhawkins]

It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

They’re out of the danger zone, where hospital visits have almost become normal hangouts rather than something to sit through on tenterhooks. Eddie’s getting the all clear to go home soon, and Dustin feels like he’s finally, finally able to take a deep breath, and blow it all the way out.

Steve must feel it, too, because he starts drifting off halfway through one of their last visits, while Dustin’s telling Eddie how Tews got up on the roof last night.

Dustin’s not offended by Steve falling asleep—for one, Steve already heard the story on the ride to the hospital and, more importantly, Dustin’s pretty positive that he’s barely been sleeping, only just enough so he can safely drive his car.

Dustin pats his knee fondly as he gets up.

Even though he’s steadily swaying towards the end of the couch, Steve tries to rouse himself.

“Mm, Dustin, jus’… jus’ need ten minutes, then… give y’ride home…”

“It’s okay,” Dustin says. He gently pushes Steve’s shoulder, snorts when Steve’s head tips right onto the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna go call my mom.”

He knows Steve really must be exhausted when he doesn’t attempt an argument to counter that, just sighs with a murmured, “Hmm? If tha’s… ‘kay.”

From the bed, Eddie looks on with a smile. “Thanks, Henderson,” he says softly. “Wayne’s gonna come later, he can… give him a ride home.”

He yawns through his words, like just looking at Steve is making him sleepy, too.

They’ve been like that a lot recently, Dustin thinks, like their breathing falls into sync without them even trying.

He slips out of the room quietly. There’s something between Steve and Eddie, he can feel it—and although he can’t quite put a name to it yet, he knows it’s something delicate, like spun glass. He’s not going to be the one to disturb it.

When his mom comes to pick him up, it happens.

“Put your coat on, hon, it’s freezing out.”

Dustin rolls his eyes—it’s hardly that cold—but as he steps outside, the air hits his bare skin and—

He’s in The Upside Down, and the cold is in his throat, in his lungs, he can’t stop shaking with it, and Eddie, he’s—he’s not breathing—

“Dustin? The car’s parked this way, baby.”

Dustin breathes in, short and sharp. For a moment, he can still see it all: the lightning, the blue tint, the particles hanging in the air, and then, like blinking away a camera flash, it’s gone.

His mom frowns, steps closer. “Dusty? Oh, you look pale. Hope you’re not coming down with something. Early night tonight, okay?”

“Yeah,” Dustin says. Blinks. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

-

He tells himself it’s a one-off.

Then it happens again—inside the hospital this time.

Steve opens a window in Eddie’s room before heading to the vending machine—just a crack. Barely anything.

But the cold is so intense that it takes Dustin’s breath away.

He hears the bats. Feels the pain in his foot, burning white-hot as he runs, he has to run. Eddie. Screaming. He has to get to him now or he’ll—he’ll—

Dustin shuts the window with such force that the pane rattles.

Eddie glances over from where he’s standing, right in front of the tiny mirror on the wall; he’s been wringing out his still damp hair with a clean T-shirt that Dustin highly suspects belongs to Steve, unless Eddie’s suddenly taken to owning a Hawkins Phys. Ed uniform.

“Woah, that’s the window shut, I guess,” Eddie says lightly. “You cold?”

“A bit,” Dustin says, hopes it comes out normal.

It must do, because Eddie just shrugs and goes back to the mirror, fiddling with his curls, and Dustin would usually give him so much shit for that, but his chest is tight, and although logically, he knows he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, he can still feel the dampness of the ground, the dirt under his nails, Eddie’s blood…

“Did you just close that?” Steve says, jerking his head towards the window with a bemused look.

“I live to piss you off,” Dustin says.

Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, it’s your special talent,” Steve shoots back, monotone, but he’s grinning as he throws a candy bar at Dustin’s head.

3 Musketeers.

Dustin isn’t hungry, not even for nougat.

But he tears the wrapper anyway, takes a sizeable bite just for the sake of appearances.

Steve is catching Eddie’s eye in the mirror, and Eddie’s smiling, looking at Steve’s reflection; and although Dustin can hardly hear what they’re saying through the thud of his own heartbeat, their joy is obvious without words.

Because it’s over. It’s all over.

Dustin’s not gonna be the one to ruin this for them.

He won’t.

[miscling]

gloves? gloves.

which pair do you like the most? leather, fabric, or latex?

(reblogs and comments are very welcome, and look at the miscling appears tag to see more of me! ^^)

[norrapinto]

What a beautiful message from Juan Manuel Fangio (Fangio's nephew) to Franco 🥹

[thegoodmorningman]

Why don't you know this already?!?

[deebrisbyfish]

There's not much I need to say to add to the message in this VERY wordy strip, so I'll instead confirm that YES... the format is a parody of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.

[notadreamurr]

Everybody go wish @justwantswafflefries a happy birthday RIGHT NOW because she is so awesome sauce!!!!!!!!!!!!

The amazing digital slasher by justwantswafflefries.......obviously

[blamemma]

i think the trickiest thing now, is the wait. every little thing makes me wanna bawl my eyes out right now, but the precipice that i feel i'm standing on, flip-flopping from it's over, to god there may be the slightest bit of hope, every hour or so is cruel. i'm riddled with anxiety. i chuck my phone on my bed and swear not to look at it for an hour, but the itch of what if lingers. i don't expect an announcement today to be fair, because i want daniel to rest, process, and be able to go into this "meeting" and ask for whatever he wants to ask for. if he wants to fight, have the energy to fight. if he wants to step away, be able to do it with some dignity. but if red bull make us all wait until the end of this break. that's cruel. it's so undoubtedly cruel. the kindest thing, in this fucking shitstorm, that they could do, is just pull the knife out.

[metacrisisdoctor]

DAVID TENNANT as THE META-CRISIS TENTH DOCTOR

Happy 15th anniversary, Journey's End! (5th of July 2008)