#on O’Malley:

[serialadoptersbracket]

Bonus Round: Tomfight Rematch, Madelines Not Included

(Mod notes: This bonus round is mostly an apology to O’Malley, for having to fight Batman in round 2. I’ve cut all of Wachowski’s propaganda that mentions his wife, as he fights here without her. On a similar note, reminder to Houston’s fans that his bio-kid, for the purposes of this tournament, does not matter. [Sorry, Tim.])

Without further ado…

Submitted kids:

O’Malley: Marie, Toulouse, and Berlioz

Houston: Lex and Hannah Foster

Wachowski: Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles

Propaganda under the cut!

O’Malley:

“That cat was immediately all about the family of the lady cat he fell for. Well, he was slightly put off at first but he adapted quickly and was all about keeping them safe.

He was Disneys first canonical stepfather!”

No propaganda has been submitted for Houston

Wachowski:

“they're canonically found family; at least Sonic & them are 100% confirmed, & Tails & Knuckles are implied.

Tom may be a cop but he actively goes against the government in both movies. in the first, to protect this alien hedgehog kid he just met in his shed & shot with a tranquilizer dart by accident, & in the second, his kid & his new friend (Tails), both of which just came tumbling through a ring portal & crashing Maddie's sister Rachel's wedding.”

[telecomtowerlights]

kyaa we’re late for the conclave

[casualfruit]

Cardinal Lawrence is the funniest man ever. He keeps sending his pet Monsignor to go snooping around for him, and when he comes back with intel half the time Lawrence says “no, don’t tell me… I mustn’t be influenced…” and then his Monsignor says “but your Eminence the tea is exceptionally hot today” and Larry pulls out his gay little cup and drinks that shit like a starving man at a feast who’s trying to pretend he’s only a little peckish

[honey-fluxx]

Monsignor O’Malley lends a hand <3

[belzetwo]

basado en hechos reales

[nessaadraws]

This is Ray’s way of saying “the tea is piping hot”.

[mxdzin]

hey guys welcome to this one fever dream of an au where all of the conclave cardinals are romance philology researchers because i am one and this is my way of coping with that fact. they’re trying to elect the new head of dept in this one and benítez is the hot new mysterious hire (genuinely no one knew that the guy was coming. bellini fucking hates his ass as the methodologist.) also i put them in my university to imagine benítez verbally destroying some of my professors before i go to sleep

their areas of research under the cut xx

[whamcitycomedy]

[radiation]

[wormyyzzworm]

saw the words "dog" and "ray o'malley" beside each other, and my mind palace let the demons in

[simplymessingaboutinboats]

.💜❤️

[quesneliar]

Silly Doodleeeee 🐢

[eeerrrrewsd]

Crowded Spaces

He’s lowkey my dirty little secret crush

George O’Malley x Reader

“I take it your dates didn’t go well?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Izzie flopped onto her back dramatically. “Mine talked about his ex the entire time. Like, full-on emotional monologue. I think he was five seconds away from asking me for relationship advice.”

Meredith groaned, face buried in George’s pillow. “Mine called me Meredith Grey every time he spoke to me. Full name. Every time. It was like dating an automated voicemail.���

George winced. “That’s… horrifying.”

“Yeah, so now we’re claiming your bed for comfort,” Izzie declared, patting the mattress.

George sighed. He should’ve expected this. His bed had basically become their emotional support mattress.

Then there was a knock at the door.

He turned just in time to see you step inside, looking equally exhausted.

“Let me guess,” he said. “Bad date?”

You sighed. “He took me to a steakhouse and got offended when I ordered a salad. Then he told me I should ‘live a little’ and tried to feed me off his fork. When I said no, he pouted for the rest of the date.”

Izzie made a gagging noise. “Men are so embarrassing.”

You crossed your arms, scanning the room. “Is there any space left?”

Izzie and Meredith glanced at each other, then at the bed, where they had effectively sprawled across all of it.

You sighed. “Guess I’ll just go—”

George didn’t even think before he spoke.

“You can lay on me.”

The words hung in the air.

Your eyes met his, brows lifting slightly in surprise.

“I mean,” he stammered, ears burning, “only if you want to! No pressure. I just—there’s not a lot of room, and, um, I don’t mind, so…”

Meredith let out a muffled snort into the pillow. Izzie smirked.

You hesitated for only a second before shrugging. “Fine by me.”

Before George could process that, you were climbing onto the bed, shifting to settle right on top of him.

His brain short-circuited.

You were warm. And soft. And your head rested against his chest in a way that made his heart pound hard enough that you had to feel it.

“You’re comfy,” you murmured, adjusting slightly.

George made an embarrassingly high-pitched sound in response.

Izzie and Meredith giggled.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to stay normal. “Uh. Good. Glad to be of service.”

Silence settled over the room, the three of you lying there in a comfortable pile.

And if George was maybe hyper-aware of every breath you took, or the way your fingers idly traced the hem of his shirt—well, that was his secret.

For now.

[honey-fluxx]

I’m normal about him

[belzetwo]

... Damn boy

[nessaadraws]

A loyal dog‘s loyal dog.