YEAH WOO BALTHY
DID SOMEBODY ASSEMBLE THE COURT? THE ROYAL BARISTA HERE, CHECKING IN, SIR!
ALL COURT ASSEMBLE FOR THE PRAYER MEETING
I’m not gonna say why yet
just that it could be the most amazing thing to ever
#a trans woman playing a trans woman whose storyline isn’t all about how she is a trans woman #who is a ludicrously smart autodidact and is thoughtful and kind and capable of admitting her own mistakes and moving on and taking control #of situations and seems sincere and highly capable and ughsdifghdghdahgdakhgkadg #oh god my heart #also can we talk about her face/eyebrows/hips/hair/smile because damn #hey pretty #also icu joan being flawless as always
can the hannibal fandom please eat Metatron
Yes, yes, I’m starting to like this fandom
I love that the Hannibal fandom has pretty much become our dearly beloved hired hitmen.
Doctor Who Cares? - A spinoff in which all is right with the ladies’ storylines and they take custody of the TARDIS every weekend to explore the universe together, defeating misogyny and laughing along the way
I’m not totally sure why this is my go-to coping mechanism.
As soon as I get the first seven pages done I’ll post them in a photoset.
2 out of 7 are completely done.
It’s fun, I’m experimenting with a slightly different toning style and it’s making things look really pretty.
metatron walks into a random office in heaven and sees a dozen desks situated in a half-circle facing the door. it’s odd, though, because the large leather swivel chairs all have their backs situated to him.
“hello?” he calls out, hesitantly.
as one, the chairs swirl around, and metatron feels himself pinned with the righteous, furious gazes of nine people, all with their fingers steepled before them, all glaring at him.
metatron’s head turns slowly from left to right, taking them all in, feeling his spirits sink as his eyes slide past the cold fury in the faces of ellen harvelle, bobby singer, rufus turner, jo harvelle, linda tran, jimmy novak, mary winchester, jessica moore, and victor hendricksen.
the silence hangs heavy for a moment.
bobby’s gruff voice breaks it.
“heard you were fuckin shit up and messin with my boys.”
I’m just really good right now.
Like life is actually good.
Things are good.
Plot twist: The next companion is a normal girl/boy who only dies once in their lifetime and has no remarkable back story but he thinks they’re wonderful because they are human and the Doctor needs reminding that you don’t need to be a mystery to be remarkable.