#still feels like a fever dream

[domesticnerds]

it's september

[katelynnwrites]

can’t believe im seeing jillie play for city 😭

[boba-beom]

guys I kid u not, I went to sleep 3 hours ago 😭 why am I even up so early rn cjdnxjdk but omfg I’m so glad my acc and post is showing up in the tags, it’s been a long time coming guys 🥹🥹

[footballandfiasco]

yann sommer in a bayern goal. there is a glitch in the matrix or sth

[paintedcrows]

they make me feel unwell

(continued: Stan & Young Ford)

[bistaxx]

I do love the idea of most of the characters being in a "sleep" state with their dreams being whatever games the streamers are currently streaming like yeah-

like yeah in Fit's dreams he's living on a farm he inherited from his grandfather in a small rural town, Bagi and Pac both coincidentally dreamed of working at a supermarket, Foolish is stacking fruit in his dreams, Cellbit drempt of being trapped in some sort of ghostly murder hell school then later of being a puzzle solving professor, Roier escaped his rat astral projection and was Melissa in his dreams but now he's rolling down the streets of San Andreas, Tubbo is dreaming that he's been on a live camera feed for days on end with no break as something called a "streamer", and Phil is Sonic the Hedgehog

[buckxtommy]

my roman empire fr

[scribz-ag24]

Some more PMD X Undertale stuff!

Here's some stuff with sans undertale from undertale

A small comic with Toriel

And some sketches for the fic Still the Sun Doesn't Shine! A fanfic about this AU/Crossover that has me personally enthralled ^^

[lokittystuckinatree]

Out of every single relationship in the Whoniverse, whatever the Doctor and the Master have going on just hits different. Like a rock. I’m sure everyone feels this way about their fave Doctor ship, but my experience is that once you go Thoschei, you cannot go back. Given the narrative symmetry, character foiling, interwoven parallels, tragically dramatic irony, frustratingly unspeakable ambiguous romance that defies traditional ship canonization in the true chaotic spirit of Doctor Who, and a unique backstory setup that allows the characters to have history that other individuals cannot match, while fate (and the format of the show) pushes them together over and over again indefinitely, without hope of lasting reconnection lest the setup break, the Doctor and Master’s codependent anti-soulmate life or death partnership arguably (narratively) cheapens every other pairing beyond comparison. Their tragedy never leaves you. (And keeps you up at night)

[s0up1ta]

my contribution to all three mexican gothic enjoyers on this website

[aaronsinferno]

Someone combed through endless fandom discourse, searched through all the theories, fanon, and mischaracterizations they could find, and threw them into the script without a second thought. That's why Tommy isn't just out of character this episode, but it's as if he's a version of himself distorted by fan projections rather than the character we've actually seen with Buck so far. The end of their relationship was just a big “fvck you!” to us and I really don’t understand what it was exactly that we did to deserve it. It’s as if we’re in a one sided beef with the writers all of a sudden.

Are we the drama???😭😭

Also, their breakup was just some boring overused trope that feeds into the same biphobic rhetoric that’s been very present in the fandom since the beginning of their relationship.

[somnimagus]

did some vesperia chibis, i always forget how happy i get drawing these guys. i love them dearly

[id in alt text]

[heartstopperthoughts]

Ok but the fact that someone from the Heartstopper team had to reach out to someone from Taylor Swift’s team. Like hello yes queen goddess Taylor, may we please use one of your songs in our little queer Netflix show?

And then she said YES

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[error-soup]

I was so ready to spend the rest of the season gathering scraps for my tony collette transmasc cryptid conspiracy board. I was not prepared for them to hand this to us.

[passionartx]

A few days ago I got cast as Dorothy in my local theatre company’s production of The Wizard Of Oz and I just know this means I’m gonna be hyperfixating on @whotfletamothhyperfx’s @sonicwizardofozau 10 times harder! So I decided to draw their AU Tails design + T-Pup

!Defo check their au out if you haven’t already cause ahhh it’s so, so good! The world building, the character designs, the art, the everything!✨!