Every Single Time I See Fanart Of Michael (beloved Underscore Not Mcchill) My Brain Conjures Up An Image

I'm going to be a little extra biased right now. I keep seeing posts about who the best people to help Tommy are and what kind of people Tommy needs to be around and I gotta tell you... They make great points about stability, strong fighters and people that will have his back.

And I don't care man. I'm wanting him to ride or die with Tubbo and Wilbur on this adventure. I want them to be messy bitches, sitting in Tommy's tiny obsidian safe room, and barely able to function.

I want Wilbur to be nothing but nervous fake laughter and digging his nails into his skin and Tubbo fluctuating wildly between grief stricken and edgy wealthy widower. I want Tommy to look at these people and wonder how the three of them even managed to have breakfast without someone dying and yet, still , feeling really happy and like he wouldn't pick anyone else to sit in a doom box with him.

I'm not here for calm and therapeutic and what's the ideal situation. I'm here for these damaged teenagers and their barely competent older bother figure to interact and squeak out a "not a loss" despite the odds being against them. They started this shit show grouped together and I want to see them finish it.

Greetings fellow Trekkers. I have recently acquired a few vintage 90s Star Trek magazines (mostly DS9, a bit of VOY, and a hint of TNG). There’s a whole bunch of interesting cast & crew interviews in them which I wanted to share so I have scanned & uploaded all of them into THIS Google Drive folder for your reading pleasure.

If you read any, PLEASE reblog as it took me a really long time to scan all of them.

Always nice to go back and find connections I missed.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Captain Kirk!

Tag yourself I'm Tony

Stephen: There’s nothing better than getting up early. Rising with the sun and stepping outside to sit on the porch, nothing but a nice cup of tea and the fresh morning air to help you wake up

Tony: fuck that shit in this house we go to bed at three AM and sleep in past eleven or we die like goddamn KINGS

This is the second day I've spent trying to wear black nail polish. It's so hard getting it to look both good and properly black without getting a goopy mess. Props to everyone who can do this easily

Kisses

Here is the story I’d said I’d write.  Title is misleading, basically angsty doctor/master.  Let me know if you want me to read more.  There *may* be a part 2 posted.

April 23rd, 2020

Today, Data drew a picture of Spot using crayons.

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I made a thing