#my teeth are rotting

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I know you don't read the IDW comics, but I thought you'd like Cover RI for Annual 2024 in which Omega can be seen offering Shadow a flower crown with Rouge and Cream beside them

❤️🥹❤️

Oh…. Oh, my heart is smiling….

[pixiestickfics]

i love the segments so much im not mentally okay

I just read 'a boy named heretic' and it was really great cuz I can see little zandik being obsessed of his favourite researchers. And Imagine after creating his segments, little segments being so obsessed with you that they start their days with reading your researchs or treating your researchs like a religious book maybe even the older segments still do that. they would have memorised everything by now and that would be so funny like little segments make a mistake when they are talking about your researchs and older ones go like 'no no it goes like this and this' I can definitely see that happening.

Thank you for reading my brainrot over your fic and even though i just discovered you I love your writing style and your art is amazing so thank you for blessing us

Thank you so much! I try to write fics and tropes because I also struggle with Harbinger brainrot. Sometimes I draw and sometimes I gotta write. So I hope I won't disappoint with this one (｡•́︿•̀｡)

✦ You learn that Dottore taught his little segment about your old research too

(tw: none, pure fluff)

In the days of old, a young boy named Zandik was infatuated by you.

You were there, in the photos of the Akademiya’s best, A brilliant alumna. Meanwhile, he was still a mere student, looking up at you with eager ruby eyes. The distance between you two, not just in seniority, but in intellect and knowledge looked like an insurmountable ocean for little Zandik. 

He read all your published works, theses, or even miscellaneous essays. You were one of the few who dared to explore risque topics, often researching the fallen technology of your homeland, Khaenri’ah. Your works became his mantra, as the young trainee Dastur frequently stayed at night reading and memorizing your written words. 

How he longed to stand by your side. To bask in the glow of your wisdom, and hopefully, one day stand beside you in these photos of The Akademiya’s best. The thought of being your equal on that wall is a fantasy that once consumed him during many sleepless nights. 

But alas, his name was not in the records beside you. Instead, it was in the records of exiled students. 

The expulsion was a bitter pill to swallow for Zandik, yet it became a blessing in disguise. It allowed him to break free from the constraints of the Akademiya and truly delve into the depths of his research; to walk where you walked. With this liberating and newfound freedom, The Fatui heightened his abilities. They provided him with the resources and tools, and in return, he shared the fruits of his labor with them. But the Fatui were not the focus of his pursuits - you were. 

The little boy who once admired you from afar is no more. Now, a Fatui Harbinger stood before you, a man who has grown and shaped himself in your shadow. So here you were, in Dottore’s lab quietly musing. That was the story of your unceremonious reunion with The Doctor, whom you didn’t even know was after you. However, you didn’t mind it. You even met one of his many segments. 

What you didn’t expect is… a little child in his lab. 

A boy, looking awfully similar to little Zandik, no older than 8 years old. He gawked back at you, with his ruby-red eyes and you felt a sense of deja vu. You kneeled in front of him, catching a glimpse of a book in the child’s arms: 

“Um, hello, little one. What is that book you’re reading?”

The child cast his gaze to the floor timidly, revealing the worn-out book he was concealing behind his back. He held it tightly with his little hands, speaking in a small but avid voice:

“It’s your work… Your name is right here!” 

You blinked in surprise. It indeed had your name on it. The title was one of your research papers that you honestly forgot about. But what was even more surprising is why would an 8-year-old child read some old academic papers. 

“Oh, it is? But isn’t it a little… boring or difficult for you to read?” 

“No, I love it! I can even recite it if you want!” 

When Prime Dottore entered and spotted you talking to the eager younger clone he smirked. It seems you finally met his youngest segment, and your bafflement was expected. 

Dottore assured you that his segments, especially the younger Zandik, cannot contain their excitement at the mere mention of your name. They speak of you with a reverence that borders on idolatry, and they often ask Dottore about any copies of your published studies. 

It seems even the segments have inherited his admiration for you.

And the youngest segment, the 8-year-old child? They are absolutely enamored with your work. Every day, they ask about you and patiently anticipate any new information about your next visit to the lab. They even have a small collection of your books on their shelf, reading them diligently and trying to understand the complexity of your ideas. It was a bewildering sight, but the youngest segment enjoyed your academic essays as his bedtime stories.

���Dottore, listen. Did you make this boy memorize my thesis instead of reading fairy tales or something? Isn’t this a little… complicated for a child?” - you asked, picking up the little segment into your arms. 

“Nonsense my dear. Instead of fairy tales and nursery rhymes, a prodigy must start early by instilling a desire for knowledge. You can test it for yourself.” - Dottore explained, turning to the young child - “Recite the passage about energy infusion, paragraph 2.” 

“Okay! Ahem… ‘In the realm of Khaenri'ahn technology, we find a profound example of the interconnectedness between opposites. The use of advanced energy systems combines the power of light and electricity and as according to the data numbers of…”

Oh boy. These are big words for an 8-year-old. You don’t even remember the exact words of your 400-year-old thesis; that thing is ancient! You didn’t have the heart to tell them both that this thesis was written during an all-nighter rush. You did not feel nostalgic remembering your stress over deadlines. 

“Little one?” - You smiled at the boy in your arms and pointed at Dottore “Promise you won’t grow up like this big meanie here. He's annoying” 

“Heehee, okay!” - The tiny Zandik gently hugged your neck. The clone's innocent presence contrasts starkly with Il Dottore's imposing frown. What you failed to notice, however, was the young segment sticking his tongue out at Dottore's jealousy while you hugged the child unawarely. 

[andconcussed]

My Spider-Man PEZ dispenser is lonely and I have no coins to buy him a friend. Times are indeed tough

[ghoulbats]

well….it finally happened

[wtfforged]

i think about this one piece party panel so often i wanted to draw it

the panel ⤵️

[irenebullocks]

This is the cutest goshdarn thing!

╰┈ 𝓲 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 ┈➤

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : as billy is running from town to town, he hears singing along the stream. he soon discovers the west's best kept secret, you.

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : tooth-rotting fluff, billy taking a shower, love at first sight, yearning

𝓪/𝓷 : i love sleeping beauty and this was inspired by prince phillip and aurora's meeting. this will also have another part so hope you enjoy!

Billy was exhausted. 

He had been riding for hours on end, running from town to town once he saw those damned posters of his face. Everywhere he went the posters haunted him, reminding him of the corrupt justice system in New Mexico. Endless sun beamed down on him as he rode as fast as he could away from town after town. The sheriffs were all under the thumb of men like Thomas Catron and the Santa-Fe Ring. So of course, he had to flee with his noble steed whenever he saw the slips of paper with an exceptionally unflattering depiction of him.

But everyone had their limits and Billy had just about reached his. Even his horse had reached his limit. Of course, Billy cared deeply for his steed so he set off, slowly, riding away from the town into the bordering forest.

He finally found salvation when he found a darling little thicket right by a cool stream, a deliverance from the never ending heat and exhaustion that hounded Billy. He started to clear an area, setting down his saddle and guns to let his horse drink the cool, fresh water of the stream. He looked around, listened carefully for even the tiniest sound of hooves galloping. Then, he quickly took off his clothes and stepped into the water, silently praying that no one was downstream. The cool water flowed slowly against his form, the cool water relaxing his aching muscles. 

Still, Billy was restless, nervous. By the time that he had finished showering, hunting, feeding his horse, even cooking and eating his dinner, the sun still was high in the sky. He decided to scout out the area, leaving everything behind besides his trusty revolver.

Whenever your aunts rode into town, often a week at a time, you had the time of your life. No aunts nagging at you to learn how to embroider, no aunts 'asking' you to fetch eggs from the chicken coop outside when they know that you'll never say no to the women who raised you, and especially no aunts telling you off about walking downstream. Of course, as your aunts had raised you, you were careful. You made sure you locked the doors, closed all the windows, and even watered the plants before you left. 

You had put on the new dress you had sewn that week in hopes that if anyone spotted you, they wouldn't question it and walk, or ride, away. As you walked downstream, you had started humming as the birds around you started to tweet. You had started to dance and sing, even stopping to pick flowers whenever you found pretty ones. You then had found a lovely little clearing filled with beautiful flowers which you started to pick as you sang.

"I wonder, I wonder," you had sung when Billy heard you. And he could’ve sworn that the entire world stopped.

He walked closer upstream, closer to where you were piling flowers into your basket. His hand drifted to his holster yet for some odd reason, his hand stopped at the handle of his gun. His eyes trailing at your hair, your hair. It looked magical underneath the golden glowing sun. And your dress had looked princess-like, or at least as princess-like it could to a man who's never seen a princess before. You had stood up, and spinned in a circle, continuing to sing that sweet melody that flooded Billy's ears. 

"I wonder why each little bird has someone,” you paused.

“To sing to, sweet things to," your voice held out the note. Perfectly, two birds had landed next to you, turning their heads towards each other. And Billy could've sworn that you had chuckled lightly. "A gay little love melody."

Billy had committed the sweet tune to memory, afraid to forget the moment he had met an angel. The sunlight illuminated the birds and gave your hair a halo. It screamed innocent, fragile, and beautiful, everything Billy wasn't. He was rough, desolate, a murderer. Yet, you were so entrancing, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you hummed more, inviting the birds into your hands.

"If my heart keeps singing, will my song go winging," You turned your head slightly, eyes closed as your voice was steeped in emotions. Coincidently, that was when Billy had fallen in love. 

He had finally seen you, and he was wrong. You weren’t an angel, you were a goddess. Your hair which framed your face perfectly, accentuating your beauty. Your innocent beauty. Your eyes were magical, gleaming bright with curiosity and love. Love Billy wanted all to himself selfishly. Your hair framed your face perfectly, the soft strands accentuating your face, your lips. Lips Billy wanted to taste, to savor. He was a hungry man, and you had graced his life with a feast. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, never forgetting the light you had brought to his blood-soaked and muddy life.

“To someone who'll find me, and bring back a love song to me." You slowly finished the song to the birds in your hands, completely unaware of the outlaw hiding behind the bushes not even ten feet away from you, hand at his very lethal gun. You smiled sweetly to the birds, letting them fly off together, standing up and cleaning yourself. You turned to grab your basket full of flowers when you saw Billy.

 Your eyes had glanced over him before doubling back. Your breath had hitched, you had thought that no one ever came into the forest, so what was he doing here? Your aunts had warned you of the town and its inhabitants. Cruel and vicious people who wouldn't think twice about shooting you down the minute they saw you. Yet, this man hadn’t even drawn his gun, much less shot you. How long had he been there watching you anyway? 

You smiled brightly at Billy, hoping he would step into the small clearing so that you could look at this cruel, dangerous man. You tilted your head, like an owl, Billy had noticed, before you had truly done him in.

“Why, hello there.”

Three words from your mouth and Billy found himself falling further in love.

Billy finally came to when you spoke sweetly and gently to him. You were polite and darling, something Billy never thought he could find again after his endless life of darkness. He slowly stood up and made his way over to you, hand clenching as his nerves got the best of him. His hand was now no longer at his holster now, just tensing as he finally walked up to you.

As Billy stepped into the golden light, you finally got a good look at the first human you’ve ever seen besides your aunts. You noted his dark chocolate hair that was messy and damp, his clothes which were dusty and blue like the water flowing through the stream. But it was his eyes that held you there, staring at him with your head turned, mouth slightly opened. You felt like you were drawing. His eyes were magnificent sapphires, so deep and hurt? You could see the pain in his eyes, it was like no other. 

You wondered who had hurt him, wondering if this was fate and love like in the books your aunts brought you back from the town. Would he be the one to return your love song?

Billy watched you with a fascination that mirrored yours. Even then, nothing could stop the onslaught of worry he felt while you stared at him, at his face. All Billy could do was pray you wouldn’t recognize him. You slowly took steps towards him, slowly and carefully as if you were nervous to startle him like a bunny. He took a step forward, meeting you in the middle.

“Howdy ma’am.” His voice softly responded. Your eyes widened, taking a step back.

You were startled, his voice was so deep. It was smooth yet rugged like the feel of the amber drink your aunts had hidden in the kitchen when you thought you weren’t looking. Your aunt's voices were all airy and scratchy, while his was dreamy and prince-like. You pleaded that he would choose you as his princess. 

“Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Your voice was small and sweet. 

Billy was confused, you surely have seen those infernal wanted posters of his, right?

“Am I supposed to know who you are, cause you sure are staring at me like I should.” You chuckled.

“Sorry, the names William H. Bonney, ma’am.” He smiled, holding his hands in front of himself, still near his gun just in case.

“William H. Bonney,” you smiled, “nice to meet you Mr.Bonney.” You told him your name in return, holding your hand out. Your books had taught you as much but seeing as Billy had looked at you endearingly, it was safe to assume those books were a little dated.

Yet he still took your hand, shaking it. When you thought he was going to let go, he brought your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them gently. Your hands were tiny compared to Billy’s rough and calloused hands. His hands were weathered to the rough feel of rope and the work of a cowboy. Your hands were soft and pillowy in his own. Billy swore then and there that he would do anything to keep it that way.

“Please, I’m no Mister, just call me BIlly.” He let go of your hand and you mourned the feel of his hands against your skin.

“Then It is only fair that you don’t address me as ma’am, I ain’t that old yet,” you giggled. Billy looked at you, the urge to keep talking to him bubbling up inside of you.

“Well then, what’s a darlin’ like you doin’ out here in the woods?” He drawled, shifting his weight.

“Well I just happened to be out on a stroll when I stumbled upon this lovely clearing filled with the most wonderful flowers. I decided to stop and bring home some flowers when I felt a tune bubbling up my throat so of course I just had to sing!” You started to hum the song again, swaying to the sound. Billy chuckled, stepping closer to be near you.

You truly were intoxicating, Billy found himself addicted to you. Your voice, your smile, even the clothes you wore. He loved it, reveled in your presence.

“What a lovely song for a lovely girl.” He smiled, actually smiled. BIlly hadn’t done that in a long time.

“Now, the real question is, when did you happen to stumble on lil ol’ me?” 

“When you were singing. It was a truly lovely song darlin’.” He smiled again, starting to hum along with you. The two of you harmonizing, fully in sync. It was as if you two had known each other forever and not just strangers who had a chance meeting in the forest. He held his hand out to you, urging you with his ocean eyes to take it and dance with him. 

Of course, how could you ever say no to a prince like Billy.

You both started to hum, sing, and sway, laughing as you two danced the rest of the day away. The sky had turned dark by the time you two started to walk back upstream. You had continued to hum as you led Billy back to the cottage that was your whole world.

As your wooden cottage came into view, you turned to Billy to see his reaction. Everything about Billy entranced you, from the way his lips moved when he hummed and spoke to the movement of his hands as he moved.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” 

“And, what a lovely abode it is, princess.” Billy smiled, looking down. He knew what this meant, you were going to go inside and this whole dream would end. He’d never see you again and he would continue his life on the run like nothing had ever happened.

You noticed his eyes stewing, like he was biting his tongue. You aunts always did so when they were hiding something from you. You didn’t want this dream to end either. You didn’t want Billy to leave, leaving you alone in an empty cottage and an even emptier heart. Which is why as you slowly approached the door, you also slowly grew the courage to finally ask him….

“Well, wanna come in?”

thank you for reading!

and stay tuned for part two because there is just so much i have planned for this

[crystaldecay]

Add a Sci-Fi movie to film studies plz and ty

The film studies course I’m in has no sci-fi and I’m gonna email the teacher to ask him to fix that.

[venbetta]

Full-time space captain, and full-time dad

(Context: they're hanging out in a pillow fort)

Space AU belongs to @himbo-in-limbo

[sydneighsays]

The Magnus protocol has awakened something unholy back up in me

Not that Jon being my favorite isn't unholy in the first place

[kingofattolia]

Honestly I cannot overstate how much seeing Hayden as TCW Anakin changed EVERYTHING. Matt Lanter's Anakin is a frat dude. He wears a backwards baseball hat and says vaguely offensive things without realizing, while being a fundamentally chill and outgoing guy at heart. Hayden's Anakin is... not that. His voice. His expressions. His physical presence. It's off somehow. It's just left of normal. It's completely unremarkable and yet deeply uncanny for reasons you can't quite describe. TCW Anakin was always a flatter, blander portrayal, but I don't think I realized until now what exactly was missing: the serial killer energy. The inarticulable conviction that SOMETHING unhinged is going on behind those eyes.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Headcanon: during his time observing Sonic, Tails noticed his love of comic books, but because he couldn't exactly read them himself, he resorted to the next best thing and made his own digital comics. At first Tails was a little embarrassed revealing this since he thought his fanmade comics weren't nearly as good as Sonic's officially owned comics, but Sonic was ecstatic about it once he found out, and now they draw comics together. Even Knuckles gets in on it, wanting to document the epic tales of his past.

❤️🥹❤️ Please, please, please tell me that Tails makes comics of their adventures! ❤️🥹❤️

[biscuit-boy-n]

Tail Wraps!

[pondhue]

oh pondue where art thou have gone

[dimonds456]

Hi it's the tooth positivity guy again. I worded this poorly but then the post blew up too much to go back and properly make amends, so here is a new post

If you can't take care of your teeth properly, or just straight-up don't, or whatever, that is also okay! ADHD, sensory shit, poor muscle coordination, allergies, ect. all of that are valid and you are also valid and should not be made fun of for your teeth!

And yes, teeth ARE naturally yellow or grey. The white-thing is, apparently, a very American-centric thing that can actually damage your teeth more, based on what I'm learning in the tags, so yeah, extra fuck that.

Make peace with all teeth. That is all. You all are beautiful, have beautiful smiles, and you should not ever feel ashamed at the prospect of showing joy to others. I love you.

[n30draws]

just two casual, professional business partners

[buggreawlthys]

My fill for Femslashgelion 2024, for @vassekocho! I choose the prompt 'AsuRei, cuddles', a most blessed of concepts -- hope you like it!

A Comprehensive Compendium Catalogue of Cuddles

bonus: