Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.
I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.
Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.
Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.
Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.
Fantasy high Arcane AU is anyone feeling me on this
finally watching this stupid show
posting more con stuff on here - here's a sticker sheet i made for my (second) favorite piece of hungry dungeon media
do you think we're best friends in other universes, too?
my first ever zine, fiendish prophecies! go check it out and give if you can, all proceeds go to PCRF and there are loads of crazy insane artists and writers on here i'm so honored to have worked with 😌⚔️🎸
get this tattooed as well boss man
rat king
Due to high demand, we’ll be opening up the zine (+ all merch!) for a second round of pre-orders!
This will be your last chance to buy one if you haven’t already - and it will open at 12pm BST on September 16th, running until October 20th at 10pm BST!
[Read by Catherine Tate.]
"Just take a look at this view!" Donna cried. The Doctor joined her at the window. "I mean what a view," Donna exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like it!"
"I have," replied the Doctor softly. "And so have you."
"The sun, flaming red and gold, across white mountain peaks and crystal valleys? I don't think so!" said Donna.
"And down there?" he asked, pointing.
"What?"
"Down there."
"Where down there?" she asked.
"There down there," he snapped.
"Well, that's– Oh my God!" she said.
"Chiswick?" he suggested.
"That's Chiswick!" she squawked. "What is Chiswick doing down there?"
"In a crystal valley below white mountain peaks above which the sun is flaming red and gold, you mean?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well, that's the real question," the Doctor replied.
He opened the window latches, slid the pane aside, and reached out. His fingers touched something invisible and the view, mountains and Chiswick alike, rippled like water.
"It's a telesensual holocunation," he said as he closed the window.
"A what? You're just getting me back for the plywood thing, aren't you?" said Donna.
"It's feeding off our thoughts," he said. "It's bleeding our memories. And replicating a composite view to make us both feel at home."
"'It'? Who's 'it'?"
"This building," the Doctor said.
Donna looked at him. "Wait, I'm checking... nope, I don't understand what you're saying."
"Neither do I," he replied with a fragile grin. "It's just a hunch."
"How is it making us both feel at home?" she asked.
The Doctor pointed down at Chiswick. "That's you, Donna Noble," he said. He raised his hand and pointed at the mountains. "And that's me."
"You?"
"That's Gallifrey."
Donna opened her mouth. "That's what it looked like?"
"Yes," he said.
"It's so beautiful!"
"Yes, it was," he replied. "It really was."
im so hyped, my filth ridden babies are coming home 😭