#yes I know it's midnight

[ohisms]

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[doriana-gray-games]

can we get a snippet of Dr Watson taking care of Sherlock? :>

“You were foolish—“

“Calculating—“

“Foolish!”

“I miscalculated,” you correct. “Or missed some variable. Being wrong, in some small way, is not the same as foolish. Truly Watson, to think you so against learning, improving oneself by accepting failures—“

“YOU BROKE YOUR TOES!”

“Just the one toe…”

“The important one.”

“I don’t discriminate on such things.”

Watson pushes you down to remain on the bed. “I need to bind it. How’s your pain?”

“Tolerable. Unless…”

“No—“

“Then do not ask.”

Your good doctor had kept you in bed, elevated foot and everything for far too long now. It had been nearly an hour.

There’s tea on your cupboard. Extra sugars. And the very best biscuits, the one Watson hoards for the longest of days.

“Watson?”

They hum a soft sound, an acknowledgment, as they bind your broken appendage with steady and careful hands.

“If I am forced to endure monotony, I shall demand you do it with me.”

Watson looks at you, over those steady shoulders. A small smile across their lips. “I shall remain by your side. For as long as… as you need me, Sherlock. I can promise you that.”

[awnrii]

who will you be tonight?

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but being young, broke college students with Levi in modern Japan.

It has been difficult. I mean you tried to do your hobbies, watch some movies, cook, anything just to get your mind off the stress. But, ugh the stress just can't go away. You just did all of your favourite things with a heavy stone of stress balancing on your head.

And Levi sees it all. He knows you're stressed out. He knows you're doing everything you could think of to destress. But it is obvious that you're not making an progress.

Your head is spinning as you read the same paragraph for the 15th time. You are seeing words but not getting the meaning of it. You tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling as you fight back your tears of frustration. You take several deep breaths.

Levi looms over you. Your eyes lock. His eyes are shadowed by his face and hair but you could still see the beautiful blueish silver that gleams despite the shadow. You give him a sad smile. He closes the space and kisses your forehead. "Let's go out." He breathes onto your skin.

You sign, "I can't, Levi, I have to finish 2 more chapters today. I need to pass this test." You tilt your chin up and is greeted by his lips on yours.

"I'll take care of you, you don't even have to finish college." Levi kisses you again. You giggle. You know he means it. And he knows you are too stubborn to give up. You stare at each other for a moment. You study his face. He's looking at you with all the patience and love you have ever received in your life. He lifts his left eyebrow. You know you couldn't turn him down anymore.

"Ok, let's go out." You nod, and slam the book shut. "Can we get ice cream from the convenience shop?"

"Only the small one, it's late now." Levi pulls you up.

"Maybe a cup of instant noodles too?" You grin as you think of the salty, hot soup in your mouth.

Levi helps you into your jacket and places your shoes by the door, "sure, we can try the new flavour that came out last week."

You slip your palm into his, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours. Levi is always loving like this. Even though you are two broke college students where Levi has to work part time at the coffee shop in the college while you do tutoring for younger children, he is never stingy with you. That's his love. He loves by making sure you are well-fed, warm, safe and happy.

Hand in hand, you walk on the deserted street with the love of your life. You blabber about how you would study twice as hard after you had your noodles at the convenience shop (although Levi knows you will fall asleep as soon as you got home), Levi listens to you, nodding and giving comments here and there, and his thumb gently rubbing the back of your palm, silently showing love in subtle ways.

[spotaus]

If you're still accepting requests, you could draw Cross x Lust?

Hello anon! Definitely still accepting requests! And I need you to know that this request literally short-circuited my brain, because I rendered all of these doodles 🙏

Cross X Lust was Not on my bingo board of things I'd draw, but the combo just settled in my head and felt Super Right and I got to sketching and realized I really liked their energy and just... didn't stop drawing! Thank you SO MUCH for the request! (They give me the vibes of Cross being the one who insists on being chivalrous and very protective, while Lust gets some freedom to relax and be himself and get pampered a bit! Idk if I explained it right, but it makes sense in my brain-)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

happy halloween! hope everyone watched a scary movie that'll keep you up tonight but was nonetheless enjoyable! i sure did!

[abraincellandahalf]

You start watching Doctor Who for the whimsy and the fantasy of having first hand knowledge of the past and future and the silly alien person and their police box, but you stay in the fandom for episodes with one word title that will absolutely ruin you forever

[if-i-look-straight-look-again]

the way midnight mass spent all of seven episodes showing us what faith and fanaticism looks like only to remind us what true faith looks like in the last five minutes of the episode, by showing us the people singing, the sheriff and his son praying at the beach and the monsignor and his love holding their daughter. the way the one who believed that she was the most faithful and righteous while actually being evil was the only one who didn’t make peace with her own death and tried to cling to life with claws and teeth.

they really said faith is not about idolatry, or blind belief, or even a big guy in the sky, it’s about community, and love, and the people who forget that and allow themselves to believe that they’re better than others will find themselves alone in the end.

[rbtlvr]

'Is this like an Alice in Wonderland thing?' Leo called out, paddling towards Sensei and trying not to swallow water as he moved. 'Did you cry all these tears?' 'The mindscape does love a good metaphor.' Sensei called back, and he sounded fucking wrecked.

old dead bones that don't get theirs (death wish sidefic by @remedyturtles) was written to kill me, specifically, personally, actually. i still think about it Constantly

[thedevillionaire]

come to me

His relief at seeing her is tangible, primal, as he quietly insists he’s just tired – the relentless intensity over the last week, or two, or even dear gods has it really been three finally easing up. Although maybe, in its own way, that easing was part of the problem.

He says it’ll pass soon; he knows there’s no hiding it but he’s hoping that’s the truth, and the last thing he wants is to worry her.

He doesn’t quite succeed.

With a frown of concern, she watches him take his coat off, an unspoken exhaustion laced through his movement as he increases the hearthfire’s intensity, and she passes him the steaming cup of jasmine tea she’d made for herself only moments ago. He gratefully accepts its welcome small warmth with a soft thanks, love, and she doesn’t miss the edge of congestion in his consonants, nor the dullness in his usually intensely vibrant eyes, the encroaching hints of pinkness to his nose.

They take a seat together on the couch and he puts the teacup on the table, apologises to her for all his absences lately, sniffles at first softly then harder, sharper. At his catch of breath she passes him a tissue, and quickly another, as his expression crumbles in surrender to the recurrent insistent need he’s been unable to shake: urgent, unforgiving and imperative, the vestiges of his energy rip-torn ravaged as he hurriedly turns from his beloved, unable to fight it, sneezing in urgent, violent triplicate – heavy, throat-tearing, disorienting.

Her heartwarm blessing is a cherished sanctuary as she trails gentle fingers through his hair, drawing him closer, and oh she always loves his touch but he’s far too warm, the thickness in his breathing impossible to miss. She murmurs soothing softnesses, presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, and holds him a little closer as

“Ahh-HEHHTSShhuu!”

she’s not sure about this passing soon at all.

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[spineless-lobster]

If you’re like me and headcanon thanatos with wings (real and true btw) then you’ll understand when I say that when he gets mad he puffs up his feathers to be oh so big and scary because he’s death incarnate ooohhh so scaryyyy

(Zag just points out how fluffy he is)

[skierisa]

i just love when people i follow like my stuff, idk, it's my senpai noticed me moment and im here like

[seaweedstarshine]

[just after having helped River make a getaway from a heist of an astatine lace shawl — the rarest substance in the universe — without her even needing to ask beyond a simple “hello sweetie” scrawl in the sky] [Eleventh Doctor] “I can see its worth — but Alice is right! What’s so special about a lace shawl?” [River] “Ah, well, lace, you see, is the traditional gift for a thirteenth wedding anniversary…” [Eleventh Doctor] “Wedding anniversary? Whose wedding anniversary?” [River] “Spoilers…!” *winks* [Thirteenth Doctor, reminiscing] “I love River.”

HAPPY THIRTEENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO THE DOCTOR AND RIVER SONG!

Sources: Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: The Lady in the Lake, The Day of the Moon, Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition #33, The Wedding of River Song, The Big Bang, The Angels Take Manhattan, The Many Lives of Doctor Who: Without a Paddle, The Time of the Doctor, Forest of the Dead, Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: The Wife of River Song, Eleventh Doctor Year Two: Physician Heal Thyself, A Good Man Goes to War, Eleventh Doctor Chronicles: Broken Hearts, The Husbands of River Song, Doctor Who Confidential: When Time Froze

[crypticsketchpad]

what a nice happy group of siblings i sure hope nothing bad happens to them- oh

Eekto, the eldest; quiet, but responsible and loving towards its family / the quiet “head” of the family, always in danger of drowning in its own saliva

Nock, the second oldest; a lively chatterbox who tries to befriend anyone it meets / a lively chatterbox who tries to befriend anyone it meets, even if it can’t see how bleak its life is

Matrix, the middle; an aspiring inventor with a passion for technology / a misguided inventor with a passion for body modification but no regard for anyone but themself

Fraktal, the second youngest; a witty jewelry enthusiast who’s always there to help its loved ones / a mangled wreck, with whatever remains of its past self forever trapped in its decaying brain

Zyphur, the youngest; a shy and introverted lover of insects who looks up to all its dearly beloved siblings / a shy and isolated individual who wishes it was the one who died that day

+ full versions of both

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Can't go wrong with the classics, right? At least, that's what my uncles said.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I think it'd b nice for Junior to have a chance to have fun with the whole being an alien 2-3 times the size of his human peers, ya know? Just every once in a while!

Halloween is definitely one of those chances, seeing as how he has an excuse to show off that he can carry his friends on his shoulders without it being "weird"

Part 1 & 2 to this