#but both can’t be true

[tangential-hooligan]

(I’m trying to practice drawing in general, with different poses, angles, body language, expressions… Also learning what exactly my pens look like on paper! So here’s a dump of the stuff I’ve made so far today, and of course, my brain wouldn’t rest until I colored it all 😔🥲 Oh well.)

[stompandhollar]

reminding everyone that the in-universe problem with The Doctor and The Master isn’t “ooo horrible nasty enemies who hate each other and don’t get along and fight all the time but are also in love”

the problem is that they get along. the problem is that they can’t stop themselves from falling naturally into a rhythm of riffing off one another and enjoying the other’s company. THAT is the problem. the problem is that it works and that’s the thing that caused all their issues. they like one another. they just click.

[challengers]

how watching hannibal was probably supposed to make me feel: oh man this show is so gory and psychologically thrilling!

how watching hannibal actually makes me feel:

[wikitpowers]

He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.

[chettyspagetti]

Is anyone interested in some … , looks at note pad, very off and on yuri?

They are so Marceline and Bonnie coded if you look closely

[francy-sketches]

Oh we are reaching warriorcats level of discourse

[jojo-schmo]

More Schmojo!! And I decided to name her dark matter friend living in her bubble rod, “Beauregard.” >:3

Plus some doodles I thought of during work, and a lighthearted poke at myself lol.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I’m going to say I think now that my brain remembered part of what it was thinking is that Taylor and Joe went through a lot together (good and bad) and regardless of how it ended or what led to it they both seem to be determined to keep that private and not throw each other under the bus and in the end they’re just two very, very different people whose outlooks in the long term were just never going to align and never has that been clearer.

[fragilelovelythings]

The noises I make and the thoughts I have when I think of these two are not sth I’m gonna acknowledge but. BUT. I CAN’T AND MAY NEVER TAKE THEM OUT OF MY ROTTEN AND OBSESSED LITTLE MIND 🥹🎀

[deus-ex-mona]

scrolled a little too far back on mogetwt and found pure gold:

[colinfeatherington]

the whole colin calls penelope his wife before they’re even married thing, is that fanon or canon? does he do that in the books or has it just been in so many fics it feels like canon now?

[jemmo]

no you don’t understand. if i watch the last ep of we are, that means it’s the last time tan and fang will be on my screen, and i honestly don’t think i can continue living after that

[alexiethymia]

I love “I heard your voice too”, but I also love the translation, “Thank you Meryl. It reached me. Your voice”.

It cements the parallel between them as foolhardy, reckless idiots who never give up, as well as makes a neat little call back to the first episode where Meryl ropes him in. Meryl’s voice reached him in time to save him, and Vash’s wire reached her in time to save her from Knives.

[woman-respecter]

didn’t happen, they deserved it, gas yourself

ur so normal and well adjusted. now try saying that offline to someone’s face and see how they react 💖

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[upontherisers]

there are two dorarosie wolves inside of me and they’re fighting.

one says he proposes in the afterglow of their first date and it’s more a let’s get married than a question and he has to ask because he’s got two days left and she’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, wrapped in nothing but a thin sheet and his arms. they grab his rabbi and his sister for a witness and they’re not the only couple waiting at the license office at the courthouse. it’s a couple of signatures and a pronunciation from a kindly old judge and they’re mr. and mrs. rosenthal and dora has never felt so giddy in her life, sitting at her dining table elbow to elbow with her husband, spooning through the miniature carrot cake they picked up from hattie’s and talking about nothing in particular. that night, they tell their families over dinner and everyone cries, even delilah.

the other wolf says they spend the rest of his leave in aching silences - as he drives her to class, as they wash the dinner dishes, as they listen to the horns at putnam central, full of the mournfulness of last call. he kisses her in the shadow of the old ticket booth at grand central and wipes away her tears and promises that he’ll be careful, and he’s gone just like that. he writes her and she writes him back, bundles of letters arriving at once because they write them faster than the army can ship them. there are moments when they’re both confronted with it, when jack asks why rosie never lands a second date with any of the women who fawn over him and when dora meets robert’s friend harry and his wife for dinner in manhattan, and mrs. crosby is under the impression that dora is respectively mrs. rosenthal. jeannie is the only person in on it when he comes home, surprising dora and his mother at the same time, and after mama rose has gone to bed, they’re seated on the rug in front of the fireplace when he pops the question.