#perfect execution

[fullychaotichell]

OBSSESSED with @valc0 's art on twitter and just felt the need to do a redraw pff

Lucifer getting hypnotized by Vox in season 2? Hell, ever? Highly unlikely. Would it be a really compelling plotline and make sense in the narrative? Sure it would!

[theminionjcfucked]

Cam gotta have my favorite shoutout ever. Get in there, vote, said hi to your friends, and get out.

[jamiesfootball]

When Roy started writing that letter: aww that’s cute his handwritings kinda shit and it’s small just like in the belief trailer video what good continuity

When Roy gave Keeley the letter: omg dude could you have written her name on the envelope any smaller

When Keeley said ‘I can’t read your handwriting’: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[lucemiart]

wxs pokemon au ft. nenekasa as pokemon coordinator rivals! 🌟🤖

[lividlovers]

SOBBING over Bridgerton's newest season. Oh my fucking God. Wow. Wow wow wow. Oh my fucking God. My heart

[missrandomnomad0o]

Reblogging because this is now my idea of what a repaired Eclipse looks like.

Refurbished/ Repaired Eclipse! Look at the happy boi!

[shripscapi]

oh, Lucia…

close-ups under the cut :)

[ministarfruit]

day 20: chose violence ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[loullipopx]

ratau

Ecce Agnus Dei

Red. Red. Red. Red.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Peer around.

Feel the dread.

The crown controls;

Commands their deaths.

Your new lord does marvel,

At these fools torn, bloodied flesh.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Awaken, to find,

The solemn hit;

Reality has begun to slip.

Your life was yours,

Now a tool for him;

He owns your soul,

Servitude begins.

Trip. Fall. Stand. Repeat.

Flee the scene;

The gored mincemeat.

Ignore the smell,

Of the bodies you've heaped.

Reap rewards for your service,

Vessel, little sheep.

Exit the maze. Emerge, unscathed.

Witness the heretics,

The land they've enslaved.

Realise the corpses,

The way that they've paved,

Will lead all these sinners,

Down straight to their graves.

Control. Control. Control. Control.

The crown that sings,

It owns your soul.

A good little vessel,

Does exactly as told.

Now go carve your way,

Through these fools,

To your goal.

Loud. Loud. Loud. Loud.

The crown, its commands,

They create a dark shroud;

It jumbles your mind,

Brings those thoughts disavowed.

This is all your fault,

You have no way out now.

Stumble. Stumble. Walk. Walk.

Run. Run. Forward. Forward.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Just run. It's important

You survive,

For your life

Is now of far larger import.

Run. Run. Stop. Stop.

Come to a halt,

Gaze upon an old sod.

Battered, bruised,

With a smile, friendly as a dog,

He announces quite softly,

"I am Ratau, fear not!"

A guide? A saviour?

A vessel as well?

"Those days are lost to the winds"

The small rat does yet tell.

There's wisdom in age,

And this wisdom excells

At being apparent and immediate,

From the stick and the pelt.

The rat explains quickly,

But slowly as well.

The words ring so softly,

But the urgency's held.

"We are in the Lands of the Old Faith,

And their charming personnel.

Here lies a great danger,

So there's no time to dwell."

"Instructions." "Safety." "Escape." "Close by."

There's barely some time,

To balance the mind.

It all moves so swiftly,

By your patrons design,

The crown hums so lowly,

As the corpses yet fly.

"Another." "Soul." "Rescue." "Cult."

A lamb to the slaughter,

Lies in wait to exalt

These fools to their Gods,

Whom are cruel by default.

They know no means of peace,

So their lives you must halt.

"We have reached safety.

You have done well.

The Red Crown shall transport you,

To your new holy realm.

There lies there a temple,

Now in ruinous health.

A new lease on life,

A true chance to excel."

"You will make it your own,

You will soon call it home,

The shattered old tatters,

The dust-covered bones.

Your deal may compel you,

Like the words of a tome,

But your life is now yours,

There is time to atone.

You may fill it with cheers,

Like a live hippodrome.

You may fill it with shrieks,

Like those bishops you know.

It is yours to domineer,

It is yours to control."

"Your fate is now yours.

You've sold the devil your soul.

Just as I did,

Such a long time ago.

But look at me closely,

In the eye that yet glows."

"We may serve a God,

But it's you,

That gives hope"

[becasbelt]

[regenderate]

okay the other thing is like. can we think about why, in-universe and out, one might choose to have the doctor return to a fan favorite regeneration and a regeneration where both the character and actor were reluctant to move on? and (especially in the context of new who being about the doctor's trauma) can we think about why one might then bring in the new exciting regeneration and have that regeneration extend comfort to the prior one?

like people keep treating it like tennant and gatwa are like. competing. but it's not a competition, it's a collaboration. it's a meeting of old and new, it's a passing of the torch. and it's honestly really really beautiful to me.

[piss-off-erik]

HARROW DA NINTH

[middlechildkin]

PLS ME CRYING OVER DMD SKAJDKA THIS IS AMAZING

the chaos that was the rottmnt peepaw polls

@rottmntpeepawpolls

[paper-lilypie]

knight in shining armor

[originalaccountname]

bsd does have an overarching story that I want to witness unfolding, but it is and has always been mostly worldbuilding and character lore stuck together with thematic duck tape to hold it all together, and I am standing right next to Asagiri with my own roll of tape to contribute to

[thebramblewood]

We knew vampires in our time, cutting in the bathroom line.

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Meet me in the bathroom if you're bumpin' that.