Bill Cipher Is Alive, David Tennant Is The Doctor, New Supernatural Season Might Come Out, Homestuck

post-match hug for the babies

'I love you buddy'

'You really are perfect, Bachira'

I know what you guys are.

i think enrida/juangarde should be more popular but i also fear that their dynamic and characters will get bastardized and woobified so maybe I Am Content with only having like 5 people on this earth care about the boyfriends

this is literally orin scrivello💀💀

my final piece for @turnabout-cinema! had an absolute blast working on this one :]

making myself sad over matt engarde again tonight

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The Lies That Binds Them. ❤️

In my NaruMitsu feels so I felt like posting a snippet/sneak peek as to what my next nrmts fic on AO3 is gonna be :D hopefully this'll be done during June?? anyway the preview is in the read more section ! i hope anyone who wants to check it out will enjoy

“I don’t think the artist did it.” Phoenix comments, giving validity to Miles’ judgement of mostly quiet.

“That’s lovely, Phoenix.” Miles mutters through gritted teeth, squinting at the bright screen. “However, you’re not on this case, and this process will be much easier for me if she did.”

“What happened to starting to fight for the truth, huh?” Phoenix prods, half provocation and half genuine curiosity.

Miles peers over the screen at Phoenix, the harsh light from the computer emphasizing the shadows underneath his eyes and cheekbones. “The only existing evidence implicates the artist, and I’m responsible for finding the final nail in her coffin. Your gut instinct doesn’t insinuate absolute truth.”

“Has it ever been wrong?” Phoenix’s brows raise, and Miles’ eye twitches at just how genuine he is. There’s no hint of a challenge in Phoenix’s words, there’s no icy stare or self-righteous smirk. He’s just warm and open and honest and kind, and Miles isn’t sure how to react. He settles for dropping his head in his hands with a groan, thick bangs falling over his fingers.