#this is my literal wardrobe

[tboymordred]

“Seeing it now, this crown of swords...Guinevere is the only one who knew where it was.”

for @queer-ragnelle's May Day Parade (May Queen Guinevere)

[djdangerlove]

The real horror of 7x10 is that Buck is once again dressed in a senior citizen’s bowling shirt.

[stardial]

dawn fit from two days ago or something <3 i’m so fucking red these days

[raqueliie]

in honor of the sun and the star

[dizzybizz]

some stuff picked out from my tgaa sketch dump :) figuring out some faces,, memes,,, stuff based off of dialogue,,, exactly one sad,, gays,,,

[fierceyetflawed]

DAVID TENNANT??????

DAVID TENNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sighs* david tennant–

[yesokayiknow]

okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face

he needs to change. obviously

and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes

he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?

(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)

he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?

actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm

why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left

it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant

he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands

(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)

everything goes wrong. his fault, like always

(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)

you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh

no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?

like he knows. like they've ever-

she dies.

she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it

we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver

well, she never was subtle, his donna

the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe

unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact

the last wardrobe is open. and empty

he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors

and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders

after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.

he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room

the last wardrobe is empty

he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes

[happy10thousandyears]

erlking heath I like u

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

okay they seriously outdid themselves with the new SAB weapon set this year. just LOOK at these things!! my hands are going to die a noble death collecting them... but it will be worth it.

[catncore]

You're wearing 2007 Lapin Angelique in 2024???

[weaverofink]

trans girl kon!!!!!! she is everything to me

bonus:

[buckevantommy]

he looks especially good here idk what it is but 😍🤤🫠

[crooked-rookie]

question: why do i smell eloise being bad-written this season?

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: saw the post 'your f/os are writing fanfics about you in an alternate universe' and had to wirte something about this (might delve into this further as I had a fic in mind), also this - of obvious reasons - isn't set in the '90s like with csm, she-her/afab character.

it's a guilty pleasure, aki told himself while logging into the website.

it's the sole guilty pleasure he'll allow himself, he thought again as he went through the tags, selecting his personal favorite ones, a few more guilty pleasures that definitely should have had him questioning himself.

'requited unrequited love' - 'hurt/comfort' - 'found family'.

a few months ago, he hadn't meant to watch with power and denji the silly tv show they had grown hooked onto, but he had been too tired to fight them off and upon the sight of you, the quirky side character in the romcom, he had grown a bit enamored.

at first, he had thought it was just a silly puppy crush; everybody fell in love with a passerby - a cute or handsome one - everyday on the streets, so why was his fascination towards you any different?

still, what he had thought was a matter of days had turned into a matter of weeks and then months and then he had found the dredged website that was the bane and peak of his existence. he hadn't read any fanfics till upon googling your name for further stills of the new episodes, he had found a strange article: [you] x reader.

it had been enough to fall into a dark pit of hell, that got aki to repeat a daily ritual each night, before going to bed, as he combed through the few new fics; you weren't nearly as popular as he'd like and the thought of writing some fics of his own had passed his mind a few times.

but that'd be when he knew he had truly done it.

ugh, he hadn't ever felt this way and of course he had to be for a fictional character, albeit you were everything: cute, sweet and kind and it didn't seem limited to your character only. the interviews he had consumed of you had you acting quite similarly to your character although in a slightly more awkward and natural way.

oh aki hayakawa was crushed by his own crush.

and yet, he couldn't stop.

[keirientez]

[milkbreadtoast]

Feel so blessed... his drip never misses... Eundamie my fashion king🛐☺️🤍🩵