The ninth doctor was so insane fr he was like I watched my planet get destroyed and I can't share this trauma with anyone. I will fix this by befriending a human girl and taking her to see her planet get destroyed. This is normal behaviour.
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STORYTIME :D
when I was little, me and my family used to live in an apartment in a quite poor area in Sydney. I barely remember what it was like there bcs we moved from there 6 years ago. but apparently our downstairs neighbour was GOTH! my mum new little about her but here’s what she did know.
she wanted to become a fashion designer but she was working at a costume store (my mum doesn’t know why). she would make her own clothes and patch them and stuff. but she wasn’t able to dress her style when going to work.
unfortunately that’s all I know about her, but I’m very fascinated by this story my mum told me.
I wonder how that woman’s doing.
edit: so apparently she made this guy a jacket one time but unfortunately she moved out ages ago (btw I don’t even know what she looks like so)
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This is a fan comic inspired by Cass' Apocalyptic Series and is just my own little fan art of how Donnie and Casey could have gotten closer!
The creator is @/somerandomdudelmao
hebehjeabaje I did a warm up doodle of Mikey on the canvas and liked it so much I wanted to incorporate Mikey somehow (literally made up an excuse just to drop a bunch of easter eggs for fun).
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shouto accidentally gets drunk while out with you and some other friends and he's sitting there in the heat of the bar, watching you smile bright and laugh wholeheartedly with your hair a little messy and your eyeliner smudged a bit—and he gets suddenly and completely overwhelmed with the desire to kiss you.
which is exactly what he does when you manage to get him home. it's kind of awkward because he doesn't kiss many people and he's also drunk and gangly and looming over you, but you let him crowd you against his front door until the both of you nearly run out of breath.
and you push him away gently with a quiet laugh, telling him, "okay, slow your roll, loverboy. how about we do this when you're sober, huh?" because you're not sure if he means it and you don't want to get your hopes up for something he won't even remember tomorrow.
but he absolutely does remember it, and now he can't look at you without feeling that unfamiliar white-hot strike of desire lighting up his body.
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a friend went above and beyond to indulge me and commissioned me to draw these 3..i won so hard
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