shout out to all those shippers who respect people who don’t ship their otp and make it comfortable for everyone to ship what they want on this site, thank you for existing, you make the world a better place
[Rating T13][Romance][Friendship][Hurt/Comfort] Set in tarienn’s phenomenal “Contrasts” universe, this is a story that examines another emerging interspecies relationship besides Nick and Judy’s, one that has been steadily growing from its early roots for quite some time. You’ll be fascinated by the evolution of this profound romance as Sharla realizes her lifelong dreams, Gideon resolves to change his ways, and the two of them discover something truly magical connecting their lives together. Sweet, sincere, and chock full of wonderful affection. - DrummerMax64
Some art I made for my husband Tarienn’s Zootopia fanfic, Constants, following the everyday lives and growing friendship of Gideon and Sharla!
Idk if this is actually interesting to you but I've lived in oregon for all of my life as a driver and i have no idea how to pump my own gas and it's a quiet source of shame for me and I'm afraid to drive out of state.
u jus pop the gas door and get out and swipe ur card or pay inside.. and then put the thing in the hole and squeeze the handle till its all juiced up
what im curious about is how someone else does it for you. like is it like a drive through? are gas stations EXACTLY the same as everywehre else except someone just fuckin stands there and swipes shit for you adn says “open your gas door” ? like theres literally all the buttons and all the customer-friendly operational shit as there is everywehre else, but someone stands there to do it for u instead? or are they different?
Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.
“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.
Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.
Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.
“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”
“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.
“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”
Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”
At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”