#Adam clay

[annoyinglandmagazine]

You know that whole scene with Klaus reuniting with Punch and Judy/ Adam and Lilith? That already gives me so many emotions but I ended up accidentally making it worse with headcanons about their previous relationship that I hope at some point will make it into a fic:

Bill and Barry never really grasped the way constructs were treated outside of Mechanicsburg. They don’t really get the concept that something like that could matter so much to people, that they would actively view people as less than human for a few stitches or an extra limb. That the insanity of Mechanicsburg could actually be an improvement on the rest of the world that supposedly cared about morals in this one thing that they’d never even questioned before.

They try, they really do, they get righteously furious about it every other week, but they never really get it. They’re more confused than anything when Klaus and Judy tell them they should be the ones to ask for boarding while travelling anonymously because they’re less likely to be turned away.

They don’t notice that Punch and Judy take certain adventures more personally than the rest of them do, the way they went all still when hearing a monologue about constructs taken as ‘spare parts’ by Sparks that insist it doesn’t count because they’re not people anyway. Even worse the supposed ‘heroes’ they work with to take down rogue Sparks and then turn around and insist that the job isn’t finished until they purge the area of the Spark’s creations as well.

They’re complaining about their professors and Klaus explains why he dislikes one of them by casually bringing up that he had a pet theory of a ‘sliding scale of humanity’ and he once derailed a lecture by trying to place Klaus on it. They are horrified and murderous and Klaus becomes the first person to marvel at how sheltered someone was growing up in Mechanicsburg.

So there is always a certain connection between Punch, Judy and Klaus over this in particular because they know that Bill and Barry can’t possibly understand. Not like they do. And it’s important, to Punch and Judy entering an outside world for the first time and having it reject them even as it grows used to and even welcomes the Heterodynes but not them, never fully. Heterodynes can redeem themselves with enough determination but how can you redeem yourself when your only crime to begin with was existing?

It’s important to Klaus who knew relatives and friends who looked like they had to force themselves to say his name without flinching because they didn’t really believe it was him they were talking to. University was a fresh start but it took years for him to break the nervous habit of adjusting his cuffs and collar to cover his skin because it was just exhausting to watch the way people changed once they noticed.

Sometimes they talked about it but most of the time they’re just there for each other and that’s enough. Also they’re all way more willing to get into a fight on someone else’s behalf than their own so it gives them a nice opening to beat the shit out of bigots.

On an unrelated and slightly less angsty note I also think that Punch and Judy were sort of the mom friends of the Heterodyne adventures. They got into the habit of spending a considerable amount of their lives trying to make these insane twenty somethings get some rest every now again and the rest of it complaining (Punch naturally had a sign language that the Boys may have invented specifically for him but communicated perfectly adequately through Looks as well) the constant, stupid risks they took to their own lives.

When it became clear that they couldn’t have children Bill and Barry couldn’t feel more terrible about it, they spent ages trying to come up with a solution but couldn’t imagine one where there was an ironclad guarantee of no amnesia. Klaus suggested adoption since they were so good with the orphans they came across but, though it wasn’t ruled out, Judy half jokingly made comments about how she was busy enough with ‘her boys’ anyway so she didn’t need children for now.

Klaus finds it easiest to talk to Punch sometimes because he really listens and waits until he’s finished speaking to offer input when it’s wanted (it usually isn’t). He’s also exceptionally good at reading non verbal cues which is helpful because Klaus always had some kind of allergy to talking about anything personal.

Judy knows about Lucrezia and Klaus. She’s fairly certain Bill is the only one of them who doesn’t. She personally thinks both of them would be a lot better off with someone else, anyone else really. She distrusts something in Lucrezia’s eyes when she’s around them, calculating and almost predatory, but then both of them had unusual ideas of what constituted romance. She doesn’t like it but she doesn’t say anything. Years later she’ll wish she had.

When Punch and Judy hear that Klaus is back from the dead and annihilating all the warring nobility’s armies that cross his path they think ‘Well something else is clearly going on there but that does sound a little like what Klaus would do if he went off the deep end to be perfectly honest.’

They find out he’s conquering an empire and that sounds a lot less like Klaus. Then Barry returns in a complete panic, holding his niece like a lifeline and talking about how Klaus is working for the Other.

It’s a struggle to even contemplate it, the same Other that killed Bill’s infant son and most likely Bill as well, the Other that destroyed the Wulfenbach barony and massacred its people, including Klaus’ own parents, the Other that ravaged Europa sending it into a state of utter chaos. They know Klaus. They’ve known him since he was reckless eighteen year old who just wanted to make the world a better place. They know him.

But…… A few months ago they would have said the thought of subjugating the continent would never cross Klaus’ mind, that he’d never do something like that. He wasn’t that kind of Spark. On their bad days the boys used to talk about what would happen if either of them ever crossed ‘the line’ and though they’d all reassured them that they never would Klaus had promised in complete sincerity that he wouldn’t let them.

No one had ever thought that Klaus might need to have a line. He never even properly lost control of a fugue, he didn’t forget morals in the heat of the moment, every decision he made he’d stand by years later as the right one. He took things further than the boys sometimes but that was because he’d concluded it was for the best and he didn’t need a strict code the way they, still wrestling and redirecting those Heterodyne urges inside them, did.

They also knew Barry and he wouldn’t ever be able to believe something like that if there’d been any other explanation. Barry had known Klaus too.

Basically I’m never going to get over the tragedy that is this group of people because they were friends! They were probably the first real friends any of them had had! They were so young and optimistic and they decided they were going to start fixing things because no one else would. They thought the world could get better and people deserved second chances and for a while it actually worked and it meant something and then it blew up in their faces.

Everything falls apart worse than it was when they started, they lose everyone close to them and they wonder if the world was ever really going to change at all. When the era of the Heterodyne Boys comes to an end they don’t face it together the way they always thought they would if they failed. It ends with all of them are separated and so disillusioned that they’ll believe that even their closest friends would betray them and humanity in the worst way possible.

[lanadel-heyyy]

important letterboxd reviews of The Beekeeper

[joyride-time]

A song of ice and fire ants. A Softer World 594 edit.

[barbarianroom23]

Honey

Adam Clay x fem!reader smut

Synopsis: Adam comes back after a productive day of saving the bees, looking for something a bit sweeter than honey.

Word Count: 1575

It was a late Thursday afternoon. I  was outside on the porch in my chair, reading my book waiting for Adam to finish up with his bees. The sun was setting, food was being cooked, now I just needed my husband to get back. It sometimes gets lonesome when he’s busy, but I knew I couldn’t have all of his time. Slowly I noticed a tall figure come up over the hills and over to me. I placed down my book and stood up to greet him.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, honey.” Adam smiled at me, two jars of fresh honey in his hand. “I had nothing better to do.” I stated to him, reaching up to give him a peck on the lips. “Dinner is almost ready.” I smiled at him. "I can smell it, what are we having?" He asked me as I reached my arms around him. The sun shines between the trees, hitting his face perfectly. “You’re favourite.” I smiled up at him. He chuckled and kissed my head. 

We finished up dinner, took a napkin and cleaned his mouth, smiling. “Delicious, as usual. You know just how to take care of me.” Adam gleamed at me, leaving me to blush. He could be having burnt food and he’d still love it, as long as I made it. “I’m glad you liked it. I hope you have room for dessert.” I smirked at him. “Of course, you know I always do.” He smiled back at me. “Good, we can use some of your honey as well, to drizzle on top.” I suggested to him, he seemed more than keen. "I think that is a fantastic idea."

I get up to serve up dessert, but I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist as well as light kisses on my neck. “Adam, stop.” I giggled as I got some of the honey to drizzle over dessert but he kept distracting me so I accidentally ended up spilling some on my hands. I let out a sigh as I didn’t want to be sticky. I spun around and faced him. “Look what you just made me do.” He smirked at me, “I apologies, I just can’t keep my hands to myself.” I smirked at him and brought my sticky honey hands and ran them on his face, giggling. He raised his eyebrows, “Oh, is that how you want to play?” He smirked down at me, reaching his fingers in the honey and dragging it on my face, I let out a gasp. “I can’t believe you did that!” I said, trying to keep a stern face but my smile was obvious. “Quite whining.” He stated back and I gave him a stern look, to which he chuckled and brought his tongue to my face and liked the honey off me. “Did you just lick me?” I questioned him, smiling. “Got a problem with that?” He questioned me, grabbing more of the honey and drizzling it on my chest. I let out a gasp at his action as he then lent down and licked the honey off my chest, then licked all the way up my neck. Causing me to be left in shock and arousal. “Happy now?” He smirked at me, still leaving kisses on my neck. “You know, I’m craving something a little bit more sweet.” He confessed, looking into my eyes, I knew exactly what he was planning. “Oh, are you now?” I teased. “Yeah…” 

He harshly grabbed my hips and pulled me to the dining table. He holstered me up, pushing me to lay down as my legs dangled at the bottom. He got down on his knees and grabbed my legs to hoy over his shoulders. He slowly took one of his hands up my thigh, under my dress, rolling it up. He smirked and looked up at me, “Already wet, I see…” I felt my face heat up, embarrassed at how fast I got turned on by this man. He could simply be reading a book and I’d get turned on by the way his fingers would flip through the pages. He brings his face closer to my clothed pussy, kissing it then let out a loud groan. He wasted no time sliding my panties down my legs and throwing them somewhere in the room. Then he dived straight in, practically making out with my pussy. Licking and sucking anywhere he could. Even, poking his tongue in my wet hole. Leaving me gripping the table and letting out my pathetic moans. I felt him smirk against me, coming up for a second. “I got to say, you’re sweeter than honey.” He smiled and went back to eating me like a starved man. “Please.” I begged. But I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. He moaned against me, leaving a shock of vibration running through my core. He had a tight grip on my thighs, sure to leave marks tomorrow. 

“I need you Adam.” I panted to him, not sure if he even heard me. He pulled away and stood up. I could see my wetness shine around his mouth, I could see his tongue poking out to lick what was on his lips. “What do you need from me?” He questioned, moving in closer and wrapping my legs around his waist. He pressed against me so I felt the hardness of his jeans against my core. “I need you. Need your cock. Please.” I begged him and he chucked, smirking down at me. He reached towards his belt, unbuckling it in a fast manner. Once that was done, he hurriedly unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung up, as he pulled the straps of my dress down, getting my tits out. He massaged one of them in one hand and stroked himself with the other. “So fucking beautiful.” He stated, then moving his hand to my hip, using the other to guide his cock inside of me. He stretched me so deliciously. I let out a loud moan as he entered me, bottoming out and he buried himself in my neck groaning against it. 

He slowly started to develop a fast pace, both hands on my hips, rutting in and out of me. Leaving me a babbling mess, and the dining table shaking. “Just like that. You like this, huh?  Like when I fuck you hard?” He mocked me, causing me to clench around him. I loved when he mocked me, just making me realise how much this man affected me. “Yes…yes! Love when you fuck me hard.” He smirked at this, somehow only encouraging him to go faster. As he does, I grip onto his arms, screaming at the pace. “Fuck…always so fucking tight for me. Wish I could stay inside you forever.” He was always talkative during sex, and I never complained, only motivated me to come undone quicker. “I’m going to cum!” I screamed as I squeezed my eyes shut, he brought one of his hands to rub my clit, causing my legs to shake around him. “Not so fast. You're not gonna wait for me?” He growled at me, I could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. “Look at me!” He growled as I managed to open my eyes and stare into his. He loved making eye contact, he said it was because he could see me fall apart under him. “Please…Please. Let me cum.” I begged him, he just quickened his thumb on my clit. “Fuck! Fuck. Cum. Now.” I did as I was told and came around him. Hard. My legs were still shaking. A few hard thrusts later, I felt him cum inside me, making me feel warm as he buried himself there. He rested on top of me, both of us panting in sync. 

He slowly pulled himself up and looked at me in the eyes, coming down to bring me into a heated kiss. The passion washed over both of us as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, exploring anywhere he could. I tried my best to keep up but he overpowered me too quickly and I could feel him twitch inside of me still. All of a sudden he pulled out, only to push back in again. I screamed but it was concealed in the kiss as he swallowed it up. He somehow had the strength to fuck me even harder than before. Thrusting his hips at a fast rhythmic pace. He grabbed my face in his hands and made me stare right into his eyes as he continued his fast thrusts. “That’s right. Just look at me.” He growled at me, my crying babbling coming from my lips as I stared into his eyes. I grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into him, “I’m cumming.” I moaned out, almost in shock at how fast it was happening again. “That’s it honey. Let it all out.” He encouraged me, causing me to cum around him once again shaking around him, eyes rolling to the back of my head. He kept thrusting into me at a sloppy pace until he came also making sure every drop was inside of me. Now I was really full of him. He gently pulled out, making me whence a bit at the fact I was now empty. He looked down at me and chuckled, kissing my forehead. “How about that dessert?” He grinned. 

A/N: hello, i'm quite new but I have works in the making, please leave any request you want and i'll sort it for you x

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

Having Higgs thoughts.

First of all, it's absolutely hilarious that Oggie calls him kid even though Higgs is literally a first-generation Jager. Incredible. This must be the Jeger equivalent of being 40 but having such a bad case of baby face that you look like a teenager and no one takes you seriously.

Secondly. I read a fic with one (1) interaction between Higgs and Lilith/Judy and decided it would be very interesting if Higgs had been the one to 'raise' her (and Punch/Adam too I guess?). But then I really thought about it and it makes at least a bit of sense. Visibly they were created as adults, but the emotional and mental maturity and humanity had to take a while to set in. And who better to teach them how to act human, how to be human, and how to fake being a socially acceptable non-mechanicsburg person than the guy who's not human but whose job is literally to blend in with them? Plus, Dimo said that Bill and Barry didn't like the Jagers being with them because it was bad for their reputation or something but Higgs doesn't look like a Jager so he was probably on Heterodyne-sitting duty way more than the rest of them because he's way more subtle and less réputation-damaging than the others.

Point is. Higgs being the one to teach Punch and Judy How To Be Human When You're Not, Really and then he ends up catching parental feelings which is... Interesting. Never happened before. When Punch and Judy are good enough at passing for human and don't really need him for that anymore he goes back to his job but they keep in touch sporadically. He's really worried when they "disappear" but he can't search for them because he's in a deep cover operation. Plus, signs points to Punch and Judy being very good at hiding if no one found them and Agatha in all those years.

Higgs learning that Judy and Punch were 'killed' and just..... Disappearing from the airship for a while to destroy a forest or two. Only to discover them in Gil's secret lab during his routine patrol of all the secret places in the airship. From then on he tries to visit them as often as he can without compromising his cover.

Obviously he probably learns about the Agatha thing early, but then he learns who raised her and gets confusing grandfatherly feelings. Give him a break, he's just gotten used to the idea of having children, he wasn't expecting a grandkid :/ he goes to Oggie (grandfather many times over) about it. Oggie, surprisingly, takes him absolutely seriously, gives him advice, and only teases him a little ("out ov all de grandkeeds hyu chust had to get de most troublesome one uh ?")

It still takes a while for Agatha to learn that she's got a sort of adopted grandpa (who isn't evil !) who looks barely 20 years older than her and is one of her subordinates oh that's awkward..... But at least he's very trustworthy and now she has to adapt to the idea of her best friend dating her grandpa (Zeetha thinks it's absolutely hilarious).

[dualumina]

(after just finishing to watch The Beekeeper) Oh Adam Clay is definitely a fun character. Big blorbo material. Just an unkillable guy who not even the secret organization who molded him wants to fuck with him. He just wants to watch over his bees and the nice old lady who dots on him. Has a permanent frown but he says the silliest one liners like he means it. He's just a guy in a hat. Let's go check what fun tumblr dot com has on the guy-

*nothing but pictures of the character josh hutcherson plays*

[paragonrobits]

i randomly was looking up Girl Genius bits out of context and saw a bit of Adam/Punch after he meets up again with Agatha following the time skip and 1. I love this guy, he's smart and cool and a huge patchwork monster, but I already knew that

2. for a while I've had this vague idea that the in-universe depiction of him as a comedic doofus contrasting that he was ACTUALLY a highly intelligent and sensitive person that people considered simple-minded because he was mute (and that he HATED this) is a commentary on how many adaptations of Frankenstein rarely depict the Monster as he was in the novel: a very smart and sensitive person, at least at his best days. and this would seem to confirm it because I noticed that the SPECIFIC cadence of his speech once he shows up with his voice repaired, along with word choice, is uncannily similar to the way the Creature himself speaks in Frankenstein. (Dimo commenting that getting him to shut up is actually the hard part could be seen as a cheeky commentary on how the Creature is... WORDY, to put it politely.)

[phoenixyfriend]

A weird ongoing symbolism I have in my head for Agatha that presumably nobody else uses is that I associate her with ribs and rib cages.

This association is due to... [drumroll]

Punch and Judy!

Their undercover names were Adam and Lilith Clay, references to the old testament. Adam and Lilith from the Bible. Adam was made of clay. Eve, eventually, was made of his rib.

While Agatha wasn't made of Adam, he was the one to raise her, so he was a part of her creation as such anyway.

It's not a clean parallel or anything, but it's one of those things that I've just sort of... accepted is a thing for me? Agatha is symbolically associated with ribs and ribcages now.

It's also the kind of metaphor that can be extended to themes of being trapped and becoming the monster, e.g. feeling caged vs having the cage within you type stuff.

A cage as something that keeps you trapped (how she feels at the start) vs something that keeps you safe (what the ribcage actually does for the heart and other vital organs)

[crank2006]

save the bees, or whatever he’d say

[seekingstars]

Structures of Living - Adam Clay

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Bill: I can’t believe that worked! That was the dumbest plan we’ve ever had!

Klaus: *incredulous look*

Bill: Well now that I think about it there was that time- alright, second dumbest.

Judy: *crosses her arms*

Bill: Yes, fine, point taken, it makes the top five.

Punch: *raises eyebrows*

Bill: *throws hands up in the air* Look it’s up there!

[lanadel-heyyy]

part two

[yezzyyae]

Watching “BeeKeeper” and I really like this movie! Jason Statham really played Adam Clay “The Beekeeper” really well! It was a great action movie w/ a believable storyline!

[calmingpi]

@girlgeniusevents theme week day 1: parent's generation (and body swap, technically)

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Circle Back: Poems

By Adam Clay.

[redpool]

Just got back from watching The Beekeeper, and aside from the minor anxiety attack I had before the movie even started, it was really fucking good. Love me a Jason Statham movie.