#Please read the title with the Phineas voice

[ray935sworld]

Dude, we're getting the band back together!

My personal headcanon is that Vale took that photo because 'Let me take a picture of my boys' and Pecco is explain how to camera to him.

Yes, I like making jokes about people's age, leave me alone.

[historyhermann]

A rock-star or a librarian?: Examining Swampy in "Phineas and Ferb"

Hello everyone! I'm slowly watching Phineas and Ferb, after finishing Milo Murphy's Law, and I thought I'd write a post about the librarian in in “Dude, We’re Getting the Band Back Together”. He is Sherman "Swampy" (voiced by Steve Zahn) and is a drummer for the former rock band Love Handel, who works at the local public library (Tri-State Area Public Library). Over three months ago, someone mentioned Swampy on the /r/Libraries subreddit, describing Swampy as "a librarian who is a washed-up rock star that believes he has lost all his talent," so I'm following up with that in this post as well, along with adding some of my own analysis.

Let's get to it. So, Phineas and Ferb are trying to bring together aforementioned rock band in order to help bring their mom and dad closer together. And they find Swampy at the local public library where he is mindlessly stamping books. They try to encourage him to join with his fellow band members and re-create the band, so they can play for their mom. He first says that he can't make rhythm, even as he is stamping books with an "OVERDUE" stamp and making a beat, as shown in the video at the beginning of this post. He sings along with Phineas and Ferb, claiming he has a "sweet deal" there and "all the books I can read," along with "sweet old ladies" and a carpet from the 1980s. Present is a sign saying "Quiet Please!" and Swampy is shushed by a patron. The patrons are of all ages, some of whom bang their books against the table as they help keep the beat in a rock song, titled “Ain’t Got No Rhythm." Also shown is Swampy engaging in library tasks, like re-shelving books, using card catalogs, while bangs against the ground, card catalogs, a lamp, and other parts of the library. That is until Ferb brings in his drum set. At the end of the song, two older ladies, other librarians who he works with, look at him, with one, clearly annoyed by the noise, remarking "would you just the band?" Phineas and Ferb proceed to wheel him out of the library and declares that he finally has rhythm. Who knows if he ever works in the library again.

While I liked this episode and this song, in terms of how catchy the song is, Swampy clearly fulfills what Jennifer Snoek-Brown describes as a "Librarian as Failure", which refers to a characters who are "suggestive of flaws in library...[with] sometimes failure is used as a pretense or social construct," with those who fall into this character type "usually middle-aged to old," dressing conservatively, and are "uncomfortable in social/outside world situations." All of those, albeit the last one, are present with Swampy. And he does not seem to return to the library in any other scene of the show even although one of the librarians in the episode does show up in a later episode. Other than falling into the "Librarian as Failure" category as noted earlier, the portrayal of Swampy as a librarian is not necessarily stereotypical. However, there are some stereotypical aspects of the library, like the sign asking patrons to be quiet, the two other librarians who are old, White women, and encouraging the perception that the library is outdated. This is shown by the line about the library having "carpets from the 80s," the look of the library itself, Swampy stamping books as overdue rather than using a computer. However, the latter perception is somewhat offset by the diverse group of patrons which use the library, who are of all ages, as shown below:

While you could say that this does the value of the library in providing information, it almost is shown as a book depository and doesn't have any other services. It still, obviously, had value to the community, and that is, I suppose, shown. Stereotypes could have been avoided by not having to librarians who are old White women and making the library a bit more modern (like the Arlen Public Library in King of the Hill), to give two suggestions. So, this is a bit of missed opportunity here.

On the positive side, Swampy, despite being a "Librarian as Failure," is not a curmudgeon who shushes people like the unnamed librarian in the webcomic, Boyfriends. Still, we never see him doing any library tasks other than shelving books. He isn't helping patrons like librarians, like the one in the webcomic, Diamond Dive, Lydia Lovely in the Horrid Henry animated series, or the helpful animal librarian in the webcomic Tamberlane. More than anything, Swampy is a bit like the book-stamping librarian in the one episode of Teen Titans Go!, but also like the rock-and-roll librarian, Ms. Osborne, in the one episode of The Replacements who replaces an older woman who shushes people. Even Mr. Snellson, a curmudgeon librarian in an episode of Mysticons is more of a librarian than Swampy. Furthermore, the British wrestler-librarian in Totally Spies was more interesting and seemed to buck stereotypes more than Swampy. I suppose I could go into more detail and analysis, but I think I have covered this topic adequately enough.

Now, libraries show up again in the series, in the episode "Phineas and Ferb’s Quantum Boogaloo." In that episode, Future Candace comes across a library in the alternate timeline and watches a video there, trying to understand what happened. When she learns what she has caused by meddling with the past she is terrified. In the episode, Jennifer Grey appears as a librarian [dead link] named Arlene, who has one line, declaring that Future Candace needs to wear a lab coat. That's about it. Apparently there is a library in another episode, but I'm not finished with the series yet, so I haven't seen that episode.

With that, my post comes to a close. Let me know if you have any further comments on this or if you'd like me to expand my analysis further, which I'd definitely be willing to do. Until next time! I'll be taking a stroll to...a library, lol. Just watch this video from one of favorite series, Milo Murphy's Law, which may be featured in a future post, and relax a little, after reading this post!

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Who was your first favourite artist? I guess it was Katy Perry. I didn’t really like music in my early teens, but when I listened to Roar I just loved it, and then I stayed her fan for about a year.

Who are your current favourite artists? Beatles (my precious bugs they own my heart), Alan Parson’s Project (always), ELO, Wings and Simon and Garfunkel

Are you into musicals? Which ones?/Why not? Well I like movie musicals, i’ve watched very few theater musicals. The movies musicals I like are The Sound Of Music (perfect, amazing, indescribably bEaUtiFUL), Singing In The Rain, An American In Paris (that last dance sequence is astounding) and Disney musicals in general. Oh jesus Wizard Of Oz!!!!!!!!!!!

Are there songs you consider so special you only listen to them very rarely? There are some that make me very emotional and nostalgic, but not a lot of them. The ones that come to mind right now are Aquarela (just thinking about it makes me want to cry ughh) and Malíssimo

What's your preferred way of listening to music? (time of day, medium, situation) Lying down with headphones at night or through speakers while doing the dishes

What would you say is the most niche music you listen to? Mmmmh I don’t really know… idk if listening to Vangelis is really a niche, but it’s the closest thing to a niche music i listen to

What's your favourite music related movie/TV show that's not a musical? Phineas and Ferb lol. I’m sorry but it’s so good!!! And probably other movies but I don’t remember them right now😅 Ooh Forrest Gump’s soundtrack is amazing! And so is Guardians Of The Galaxy (it’s basically my playlist so whats not to like)!!

Albums or playlists? Both. Some musics I can’t listen to on a playlist and some I can’t stand the album so I just put it on my playlist

Favourite albums? Abbey Road, Turn Of A Friendly Card, Venus And Mars, Cloud Nine, Voulez-Vous, News Of The World, Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme and Synchronicity

Is there an artist you're trying to get into? Bob Dylan. I’ve been trying to listen to this man forever but I c a n ’ t.

Whose music do you find overhyped? Idk really, I usually don’t pay much attention to nowadays music. I’m mostly ok with the oldies sooo, ummm, maybe Nirvana is a bit overrated??(controversial opinion please don’t kill me)

What's an underrated song. I don’t think She’s Leaving Home is sufficiently appreciated, such a beautiful song and beautiful lyrics and beautiful harmonies an-

What's a thing a bunch of songs do that you love every time? Harmonies. Especially if it involves more than two people

What song is better acoustic? Is it lame if I say While My Guitar Gently Weeps?

What's the worst song of all time? Ooooh ughhh I don’t really know afsggshs. I don’t think it’s the worst song ever, but I HATE Sign Your Name

Do you put individual songs on repeat? If so, for how long and how often? Y e s. I get a new favorite song every month and listen to it a trillion times

Do you make your own playlists? If so, what's your most entertaining playlist title? Yeah, but I just have three and they were made so I could separate the “genres”. I’m pretty bad at titles, so the playlist where I put all the songs I like is called Favorite (really original I know), the playlist with the songs I loved as a kid is called Memory and the one where I put my favorite classical music is called Classicos Classicos (Classical Classics in english and oh jesus i’m so dumb shsgsjajaj)

Headphones or earbuds? Headphones always

Do you always sing the lead vocal or do you harmonize sometimes? If you harmonize, do you ever invent your own harmony? I can’t sing lol but when I do (and I only do when there’s nobody to witness my terrible voice) I try to do the harmony, but for the life of me I can’t make up harmonies

A music confession I like Wild Honey Pie. Yes you read it right

I’m tagging @pol-mccharmly, @sgt-revolver and anyone who wants to do it!

[littlerose13writes]

My "the greatest showman" loving self is very intrigued by "Rewrite the stars" 👀

This is the one I’m probably the saddest to have abandoned haha, it’s a drastoria Greatest Showman au👀 Draco is Phillip and Astoria is Anne, he’s run away from the wizarding world after the war and is found by circusmaster Phineas Barnum (who is also a wizard) here is a snippet of the bit I did write:

“Draco Malfoy.”

He whipped his blond head round sharply, convinced he was hearing things. They hadn’t found him here, had they?

A man, older than him but younger than his father, dressed in smart muggle clothing, with dark hair and a distinguished expression. His hand was extended in greeting and a small smile played at his lips. “Phineas Taylor Barnum, pleased to meet you.” He spoke with an American accent.

Draco did not shake his hand. “You know my name.”

The man withdrew his hand and took a seat beside Draco at the empty bar. “Oh yes, and your story.” He turned to the bartender. “Two whiskeys, please.”

“Who are you?”

“I told you. PT Barnum.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I’m a wizard too.”

Draco stood up to leave. Whoever this stranger was, they’d found him in his place of refuge. “Goodbye, Mr Barnum,” Draco said with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Wait. I know why you’re here.” He appraised Draco with a knowing smile and held out one of the whiskeys he’d ordered. “Sit, drink, talk to someone who understands.”

Draco lowered himself back down cautiously and took the whiskey but did not drink it. “Nobody understands.”

“You disagree with your parents but have no idea how to carve your own path in life without them. You run away to the muggle world because maybe that way you can feel anonymous, but it doesn’t work, because being here reminds you that you don’t belong in this world, just like you don’t belong in their world.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t live as a wizard anymore, haven’t for years. I needed escape so I made my own.” He reached into his jacket and withdrew a piece of parchment, slapping it down flat on the bar between their two drinks. Draco read the parchment, noticing that it was a flyer advertising Barnum’s American Circus. “Now, this can be your escape too.”

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[willowknee]

Forever is a long time - WillNE

Title: Forever is a long time  People: WillNE x reader Word count: 1,549 Warnings: n/a Songs to listen to: n/a  Prompt/request: Anon requested: Hi! Please can I request a really fluffy Will one shot? It can be anything I just need more cute Will haha 😂 A/N: I hope this is okay! I tried to make it as fluffy as I could, but it didn’t quite turn out how I wanted it. 

Will was someone who you had never expected to be the romantic type, sure he flirted with you a lot and sent you cute messages in the morning for you to wake up to but he was very secretive when it came to relationships, it took your friends nearly a full year to figure out that you two had far crossed the line from being just friends. But despite Will’s preference to keep everything between you two, he was one of the softest and sweetest boys you had ever had the pleasure of loving.

Opening your eyes on a particularly frosty Wednesday, you take in your surroundings, beige wallpaper, a desk full of recording equipment and two strong arms wrapped protectively around you. Will. You smile and turn around to face him and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was already wide awake and had recently showered, his gorgeous brown locks still slightly damp and a few strands sticking to his forehead.

“Mornin’ love,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and gently tucks it behind your ear.

“Morning handsome,” you reply just as softly, leaning into his touch, closing your eyes.

“Nuh huh, I’ll be having none of that, you need to get up we have things to do,” Will shakes you awake, his voice normal volume and he laughs loudly when you let out a groan and try to bury yourself under the covers which he rudely pulls away from you.

“Will it’s my day off! What could we possibly need to do at half ten in the morning? Its lie-in day!” You complain.

“Hush woman, just get your pretty ass out of bed and get a shower because quite frankly, you stink,” he says playfully, but pulls you out of bed and pushes you in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need clothes, William,” you chide, trying to turn around.

“They’re already in there, now stop fighting me before I Batista bomb you to assert my alpha male dominance,” 

He wasn’t joking.

“Fine, if you want to get rid of me that much, jeez,” you chuckle before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door in an ultimate power move.

Walking towards the shower you start it up before waiting for it to warm up, as you stand and wait you notice a bag on the toilet seat lid, you peek inside and find brand new lingerie and pyjamas that you had been eyeing up in the store about a week ago. 

“Oh Will,” you sigh happily.

You take your time in the shower, deep conditioning your hair and shaving, exfoliating the whole works. After drying off and moisturising, you slip into the new clothes and brush your teeth, smiling the whole time. How cute was he? He always noticed the small things, you hadn’t even told him that you wanted them, but he still noticed and bought the exact same pair in your size in secret so he could surprise you.

Walking out the bathroom you go on the hunt for your boyfriend before finding him in the kitchen. He was surrounded by burnt food and messy pans and he looks up from his phone sheepishly.

“Okay so phase two didn’t exactly go to plan, normally I’m alright at cooking but the one day I need it to go well I just get done dirty, therefore as substitution, our Maccies breakfast is currently being picked up and will be here within the hour, so let’s move to phase three!” He exclaims.

You laugh at how adorable he was.

“First, we clean, you know it will be on my mind otherwise,” 

He nods and you two make quick work of throwing away the burnt food and rinsing the bowls and pans before putting them in the dishwasher. Once you were done, Will races you to the front room. The first thing you notice is how many sheets, blankets and pillows were on the sofa. 

“Uh, Will? Are you having a sleepover?” you question, confused.

“Nope, we’re building a fort!” 

You both have a blast building the fort, a couple of arguments about pillow arrangements, but you hear a knock at the door and you kick Will out of the semi-built fort so he can go collect your food while you finish up building.

“Bob the builder has nothing on you, ay love?” Will jokes to which you just poke your tongue out at him in response.

You both climb into the fort and Will sets out your food while you turn on the TV and turn on Disney plus. Will groans as you scroll through the selection of tv shows and films before you stop at a childhood classic. Phineas and Ferb. Will shakes his head with a smile at your choice but stays quiet nonetheless as you both get comfortable and dig into your food. 

The whole day was spent in the fort, around 5 in the evening Will began to frequently get up and disappear before returning with a smile. You didn’t question him, you just let him get on with it because you were sure that you would find out soon enough. 

A couple of hours later Will calls your name, you pause your game which you had switched to out of boredom of watching things without actively participating in it and you follow the sound of Will’s voice to the dining room. 

The table was properly laid out, decorated with a lit candle and a few rose petals which made your heart skip. Two glasses of what looked like wine had been poured and the plates were full of chicken dippers and potato smileys, which made you grin widely. It was a nostalgic meal that you always raved to Will about, you used to eat it all the time as a kid, a meal that reminded you of home. 

You walk over to Will and plant a soft and slow kiss to his lips, your heart was pounding hard and your chest felt tight, you were so in love with this man, you couldn’t imagine a life without him. 

He leads you to your seat and tucks you in before sitting opposite you, you both raise your glass in cheers and you take a sip to find out it wasn’t wine, after all, it was Vimto. Nostalgia level 100. The entire time you were sat at the table was full of flirting and playful banter, reminiscing about times you’ve spent together alone and with friends, peeling with laughter as you bring up embarrassing memories, this was well and truly perfect.

“There’s one more thing to end the day with,” Will says, walking off before returning with a neatly wrapped gift and an envelope. “Happy birthday, Gorgeous,” 

You feel your eyes begin to water, in all honesty, you had forgotten about your birthday, it just wasn’t something you celebrated to the point where on occasion you forget about it completely. You pick up the envelope and open it carefully, reading the card more tears appear as you fall deeper in love with the man before you who was looking sheepish. 

To the love of my life,

It’s your big day! No, I’m not proposing, when your man starts wracking in as much as Alex then I’ll consider buying you a ring, but until then, I just want to say Happy Birthday! And I want to tell you that you are the most gorgeous, kind and talented person I have ever known and I’m glad I get to call you mine. While I may not show you off a lot, that’s just simply because I don’t want to share you, I don’t want others to see the smile you wear when I make you happy, because that smile is mine, it’s my prize and it gives me something to look forward to and work for on a daily basis.

I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be mine forever.

Love, Big Boy Will. 

You laugh, tears streaming down your face and you look up to Will with the biggest smile you think you could ever wear.

“Will, I-”

“Open the present,”

You nod and pull the box closer, inside was another box, this one made out of wood that was delicately decorated. It was beautiful. 

“It’s beautiful Will,” you say, putting it on the table before you.

“Look inside it, Dummy,” 

Unlocking the clasps you open the lid and look inside, taking in all the little items and smiling more. 

“It’s all the things I’ve collected over the three years I’ve had the pleasure of knowing you, I cherish all of them because they’re all little pieces that make us… well, us,”

The piece of cardboard they put around the Starbucks cups so you don’t burn your fingers, he had both of yours with your names on from your first date together, he has the photobooth strips from your cousin’s wedding that you asked him to go with you so you didn’t look like a loner, it was all there.

“I love you, Y/N, and I will for a very long time,”

“Well, forever is a long time,” you smirk at him.

He smiles back with a little laugh. “Then forever it is.”

[signor-signor]

Trending 27th - January 2020

What have been your efforts in the campaign for SaveWOY and what are your upcoming plans to save WOY? Now this is a question worth answering!

In the past, I made a little list of the things I did to support SaveWOY and bring awareness to Wander Over Yonder’s existence and its third season plans. Since then, I’ve done a whole lot more from hand-drawn art to more intricate art. Some of them are almost as special as that signed poster @peepsqueak got from the WOY crew as a token of their gratitude.

Here’s an updated list of everything I did for SaveWOY so far:

Attended the SaveWOY picnic at Griffith Park, where I got to sign a banner.

Pointed out various higher-ups involved in the business of Disney television.

Sent several letters to the higher-ups, some of which had envelopes with an image of the downed space pod taped to them.

Started a weekly Twitter post series, SaveWOY Thought of the Week.

Made Lite-Brite art of Wander and Lord Hater, which Craig McCracken and Francisco Angones liked.

Attended D23 2017 with an Operation: FORCE drawing of Hater, a colored page of Wander and Sylvia and a few facts about WOY, and an orange pen with a green hat (I got the hat from the aforementioned picnic) - there, I signed a bench with Wander and the phrase, “Never hurts to help.”

Signed my name, drew Wander (and my own character, Jacken DeBox), and wrote, “Happiest place in outer space!” on the highest beam for Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge.

Wrote a letter (and drew Wander) for the victims of the Las Vegas tragedy with the message, “The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles!”

Got Craig to reveal the name of the ship (said to play a BIG part in S3, made a cameo in Future-Worm) when I commented that we’d have to figure out the name - his response: “The ship is called The Star Nomad.”

Wrote a couple of cards to two Disney higher-ups with the message, “A little nice makes naughty think twice!”

Drew Dominator in a situation that might take place several seconds after she passes the downed space pod, just in time for Noël Wells’s B-day.

Made the Star Nomad with LEGO Digital Designer.

Made three images in the style of the original Star Wars trilogy VHS set.

Posted 50 WOYS3PredictionPolls on Twitter.

Made an image of “The First 5 Years” with over 140 individuals (including the question marks for 3 new mains and 2 new regulars - I still want to know what they look like!) and one cleverly made Hidden Mickey.

Shared WOY-related images from my 1st 5 Years fan art on Twitter acknowledging the B-days of most of the voice actors (Charlie Adler, Kevin Michael Richardson, Ken Marino, Josh Sussman, H. Michael Croner, James Adomian, Jason Ritter, and Piotr Michael clearly noticed).

Typed a summary of how I think the S3 premiere would go.

Typed lyrics to “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’,” a song from my aforementioned S3 premiere summary. Wouldn’t it be great if Andy Bean used it?

Made a microgame with WarioWare: D.I.Y. where the player has to spin the fan to make the Star Nomad fly. Part of a chorus from “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’” included.

Started FanCharacterFriday on Twitter - more Tumblr users seem to like Dr. Otmar Vunderbar.

Made a short comic page of Lord Hater trying to break out of the DTVA vault plus a sly reminder that Disney owns the rights to WOY.

Shared a list of potential episode titles for S3.

Made an actual LEGO Star Nomad based on the model made with LDD. Hopefully, those who worked on WOY have noticed. In case you missed it, here’s a picture...

Now, the ideas I have in mind for further boosting support for the campaign. I may not be able to do most of them myself, but they are certainly for everyone’s consideration.

Provide updated information of higher-ups (if any).

As soon as we find out what Kid Cosmic looks like, expect fan art of him saying, “Watch my show and tell your friends so we’ll make that Mousey Company pay for what they did to my half-brother!”

Another SaveWOY picnic - if there’s one in my general area, you can count me in.

LP album artwork of My Fair Hatey.

A mural identical to that of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate consisting of not just characters from WOY, but also characters who were said to debut in S3 and characters who’d fit in perfectly, namely some of my OCs.

Pumpkin stencils of the main characters for Halloween.

Drawings of various WOY characters stuck on the ex-secret planet explaining why they need to leave said planet. Maybe I could also show how the galaxy’s villains would react if they learn that Lord Dominator’s been bested by Lord Hater.

Drawings consisting of SaveWOY-related messages spoken by the main characters from Disney shows that got at least three seasons (e.g. DuckTales, Fish Hooks), tons of love from the viewers and the executives (e.g. Gravity Falls), or both (e.g. SvtFoE, Mickey Mouse ‘13).

Example with Phineas and Ferb:

Phineas: “We may be creative and famous, but we’re not the ones who came up with the Star Nomad. It’s the ship powered by orbbles! Orbbles! I’d LOVE to see it take flight, wouldn’t you? If you let Mr. McCracken end the show his way, and not the executive way, which, truth be told, is the absolute worst, Wander will surely be elated!”

Ferb: “The Orbble Transporter was invented by conjoined twin brothers, voiced by the performers of the theme song.”

Irving (peeking in from the side): “Speaking of voices, the titular main character sounds JUST LIKE ME! How could you possibly resist?! And look, just because I’m the biggest fan of these guys (gesturing to P&F) doesn’t mean I have no interest in what’s planned for the furry orange fella!”

Since I’m a full-time Disneyland cast member, I should be able to make contacts with anyone who might have more clues about what S3 would entail. It might be a long shot, but if I’m able to convince Disney that WOY’s influence on my life boosted my chance at gaining employment at the company, they should understand.

A weekly Jeopardy-type pop quiz on Twitter - here’s the catch: you must refrain from finding information online when you read the answer (I bet you that the most hardcore fans of the most popular shows will get most of the questions wrong).

Example: This arachnomorph got his name from a dog tag he swallowed when he infiltrated a fish-shaped ship. He later became Lord Hater’s beloved pet.

-Who is Captain Tim?

Summaries of S3 episodes I made up myself a while back.

More fan-made characters - my most recent is an elected official of Cluckon, Mayor Spye C. Drumstick.

Conjuring a logo that best fits the status of S3/TV movie - Wander Over Yonder: The New Galaxy (the center would have the silhouette of the Star Nomad with Wander and Sylvia on it).

Brainstorming possible ideas for the three new main characters.

If all else fails, I suggest we make a web comic based on the hints we accumulated back in 2016 and what we learned from the cameo in Future-Worm’s finale. Team Sea3on has been taking that approach for SatAM Sonic the Hedgehog S3, though they are also making an animated version.

That’s about all I’ve got so far. In closing, I have several questions to ask as the new decade kicks off.

Disney executives: Are you even listening to us WOY fans? What more do you want? I’ve done so much for the campaign that I feel I’m entitled to know everything that was planned for WOY’s third and final season, especially now that I’m working full-time for your company. If you tell us what your demands are, we’d be happy to oblige.

@crackmccraigen: Are you aware of how hard the fans and I have been trying to talk Disney into giving you the chance for true closure? We’ll make sure we watch KC when it comes out on Netflix. If we’re lucky, we might see WOY get added to Disney+, where it should get that closure, assuming you’ll have finished KC your way before then.

@suspendersofdisbelief: I know you’re super busy with DuckTales and you love the plans for WOY S3 so much that you can’t bear to reveal it all in one post, but it’s been waaaay too long since we got any hints from you. Are there any other WOY S3-related facts you could describe in much greater detail? The campaign could do with more motivation.

Non-WOY fans: Are you convinced? Need I remind you what’s in the end tag of the “last” episode of WOY? You know there’s much more to life than tales from the land of Ooo, a blue middle school cat boy in a world of unusual individuals, adolescent twins in an Oregon town filled with oddities, a half-gem half-human protagonist, a coming-of-age princess of Mewni, a trio of ursine trend-followers in San Francisco, and all that jazz. If you’re not one bit interested in Hater’s origin story and all that was planned for S3, it’s your loss.

Pessimists: Will you please dispense with this unnerving “Wander is dead” talk? As a certain Popeye would say, “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!” You’re not trying to let the Disney bosses win, are you? You probably used to think previously canceled shows like Hey Arnold!, Samurai Jack, and Young Justice could never be brought back. The point is, all is not lost.

@peepsqueak and WOY fans/SaveWOY supporters: Have I been of assistance? Almost every remark I’ve ever made shows wit and perception. I mean, just think. Wander is still stuck in that vault where his goal of reforming Lord Hater remains incomplete, and he has no idea of what threat awaits him. He says, “Glorn, help us.” It’ll take something big and extraordinary to convince every Disney fan (and perhaps every Netflix fan) to talk some sense into the higher-ups. Not to mention the replacement/back-up voice actors we’ll have to find if Disney takes even longer (we already lost one - René Auberjonois). We shan’t rest until we get the answers!

@disneyanimation

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♧ What are the themes in your story/current WIP(s)? 

- Don’t do things you feel forced into but are against

- Mental Health and your true personality shouldn’t be stigmatised or repressed, express your concerns and seek help if necessary

- You may not feel like you’re the best at something (even if you want to) but that’s an opportunity to find other talents you may not know you have

- That cheesy ‘follow your dreams’ stuff

- Family: Disownments, Single Parents etc.

♧ Why does your novel/current WIP(s) matter and in whose voice is it explained? 

Schadenfreude shows how we can be so easily perceived into thinking our morality is wrong and following someone who has entrapped us into this wrong mindset, roughly inspired off of Agency Theory by Stanley Milgram. For those of you who don’t know of the theory, it was established after he undertook after a series of experiments in which he found that anyone can give up their free will and values if they wish to please an authority figure. He used this to show that people displace their responsibility using defence mechanisms after doing truly despicable actions because ‘they were just following orders’.

Additionally, it goes around the issues of prejudice and discrimination based on birthplace and rank. Each of the Empire’s have stereotypes for each other (e.g. The Vanskan Empire’s people’s have no decorum and the Empire of Ingla are all phobic of anyone who isn’t a sheep) as well as there being beliefs the Master’s are different to ‘Inferiors’, such as they are essentially Gods.

There are two POV’s who are consistently in my novel, but I occassionally have cameo’s if I need to write a scene where neither can be present:

* POV 1 is Alex, an Inferior who has some connections to the Master’s as his father’s childhood best friend was Grand Master Ivanov. Despite being born and currently living in Phinea, he spent a while in Cale, so he isn’t really ‘stereotyped’ like some. However, being around the Master’s makes him realise why people see them as different; the Master’s are indoctrinated to have traits that make them seem mysterious and supreme.

* POV 2 is Miriam, a Master from the Empire of Vanska. Due to being rejecting by her biological father, she has made herself out to be the Vanskan stereotype since she was the only Vanskan at her school until Roman arrived. She also thinks Inferior’s are exactly as the title suggests.

♧ Where would your readers find your book/current WIP(s) in a physical bookstore? 

Trash Young Adult/Fantasy although I guess it could be in Thriller? My usual bookshop splits books into the ages most likely to read them rather than genre, so I’m used to thinking like that. In that sense, it’d be YA or NA, most likely the former.

~~~~

I got tagged in this so long ago that I can’t remember whether I have to make new questions or not, whoops. So I’m going to tag @chaoticwriteblrenergy, @scripturient-manipulator and @thel3tterm! That is, if you want to :)

[aslanjadecarlyle]

you’re the only one of you (Barlyle)

title: you’re the only one of you

rating: T

1.1k

——

Why, no, I have absolutely no idea where I got the title from 👀👀

——

From the time he was a child, Phineas had societal anxiety. Growing up homeless had put a damper on how he viewed himself, which followed him well into adulthood. Even though he now had everything he could ever want — fame,  money, adoring friends and family, and a lover he adored — he was often left up wondering at night... what if it wasn’t enough?

What if they tired of him and left?

The only one who knew of these anxieties was Phillip, and even he didn’t know the true extent of them. He didn’t know that Phineas often laid awake alone at night, long after Phillip himself had drifted off, paralyzed by crippling self-doubt and fear. For all of his bravado during the day, despite how much he adored performing, he was terrified that he would wake up one day and it would all... disappear.

It wasn’t until the day P.T. and Phillip sat alone in their office, mulling over show reviews, that Phillip realized just how terrified his partner was. 

Phillip was interrupted from his thoughts by a gasp, a hitch in his partner’s breath. Glancing up, he immediately noticed that Phineas’s knuckles were clutched a tight white, crinkling the newspaper he read.

The headline screamed of “dwindling audience numbers at the circus.”

Phillip initially rolled his eyes with a sigh. The article was, undoubtedly, written by one Mr. Bennett — a spiteful critic who often found pleasure in targeting the circus. He shook his head, about to return to his own stack of ratings, when he realized that Phineas wasn’t removing his eyes from the hateful words spilled in black ink.

“Phineas?” Phillip’s voice was soft, concerned.

“It’s not enough,” the ringmaster whispered.

“Pardon?” 

The paper finally dropped from Phineas’s shaking hands.

“It’s not enough,” Phineas moaned. He shook his head, buried his face in his hands. “They hate it, they’re going to leave, they’re going to—“

“P.T., slow down.” Phillip stood from his desk and approached the ringmaster, eyes widening as the man flinched from his touch. “You know bad reviews don’t effect how much we all adore the circus. What makes this one any different?”

“Because it’s true!” Phineas cried. 

“What? Phin—“

“The audience, they... haven’t been showing up like they used to. The numbers are slight now, but it’ll keep snowballing. The numbers, they’ll keep dropping, dropping, and—“

Phineas broke off with a panicked gasp and Phillip’s eyes widened as he realized his partner was swiftly falling into a panic attack. He took a seat beside Phineas and drew him in close, held tight as the man trembled in his arms. His alarm rose when he realized Phineas was crying actual tears into his shoulder.

Phillip clutched Phineas tight, his own heart thundering in his chest. It was a wonder the ringmaster himself couldn’t hear it, but he seemed trapped in his own little world. His eyes were screwed shut, gaspy whimpers escaping his lips.

Phillip took a deep breath, tried to focus. He stroked Phineas’s curls, massaged his scalp in a way he hoped was comforting, and pressed his lips to Phineas’s forehead. The ringmaster’s face was pink and Phillip’s lips lingered there, a light flutter against the older man’s skin.

“It’ll be all right. Please, Phin, deep breaths. I hate seeing you this way.”

In truth, though, Phillip had never quite seen Phineas this way. Not even after the fire that had almost claimed Phillip’s life. Phineas had been scared then, they both were, but he’d managed to keep it somewhat put together — in front of Phillip anyway. He had no way of knowing of the older man’s mental state when they were apart.

Phillip’s heart sank then, as he realized he had probably caused some of Phineas’s anxiety... and he had never even realized it.

Meanwhile, Phineas still clung to Phillip like a lifeline, but the violent shuddering and gasping seemed to have subsided. Phillip’s hand was still in the man’s silky soft hair, and he hoped it had helped Phineas refocus and calm down a little.

Phineas seemed a little more settled, but he did not move from his position, face tucked into Phillip’s shoulder. Gently, Phillip lifted his chin up.

“Better?” he murmured.

Phineas stared at Phillip a moment before his eyes flicked downwards, looking anywhere but at him. They only returned to Phillip’s face, slightly startled, as Phillip brushed their lips soft against each other.

When they pulled away, Phillip wiped the tears streaking Phineas’s cheek.

“What was that about?” he asked gently.

Phineas’s cheeks were still pink, though Phillip suspected it was from embarrassment now, not anxiety. For a moment, the ringmaster didn’t say a word.

“Please don’t let the critics determine your self worth, Phineas.”

Phineas scoffed, pulling away from his grasp. “Coming from you? Shocking.”

His words stung. Phillip tried to hide it, but Phineas didn’t miss the momentary hurt flashing in his eyes. His face fell in an instant.

“I’m sorry,” Phineas mumbled. “I didn’t mean it, Phil, I just—“

“That’s all right.” Phillip sighed heavily. “I just... hate to see you let the opinions of others affect you so much, Phineas. You don’t have to please everyone.”

At that, Phineas’s lips twitched just slightly. “You sound like my ex-wife.”

Phillip chuckled, and then fell silent, considering. He stared down at his hands for a moment before raising his eyes to meet Phineas’s.

“Do you know... why I gave up the drinking?”

Phineas blinked at him. “I assume it’s because you wanted to sober up.”

Phillip smiled. “Well, yes, but there was a reason beyond that.”

Phineas waited.

“It was because of you, Phin. You are... what makes me want to be a better man.”

For perhaps the first time in Phineas’s life, he was speechless. His lips parted, but no words came out.

Phillip reached out, took Phineas’s hand and ran his thumb along the knuckles. He brought the man’s hand up to his lips as he said, “You’re the only one of you, P.T. Barnum. Don’t let some silly critic with an obnoxious hat tell you otherwise.”

Phineas snorted. “His hat is obnoxious, isn’t it?”

Grinning, Phillip intertwined their fingers as he brought the ringmaster in for a kiss, sweet and slow. 

“Perhaps you should write a review about it.”

Phineas’s eyes brightened as they pulled away, and he took Phillip off guard as he jumped to his feet.

“I’ll be right back!”

Phillip laughed, and he watched the man rush out of the tent with a broad smile on his lips.

[scarletteflamerald]

Omg this is golden, how does it only have 18 notes!!! If you have a minute please take the time to read all the way through it, you will not regret it

Also I was thinking that I'd kinda like to try to get some people together and actually act this out and that led me to the realization that like... I am a red-haired, pale-skinned teenage girl with two younger brothers, the taller of whom is pretty quiet, and I just asksjdlslsjfh y'all I AM Candace

But yeah (if op's cool with it), I feel like this could be tumblr's ratatouille musical and the more I think about it the more I'd actually really like to try making this happen! I wouldn't even know where to begin with the animation, but maybe we could at least make an audio recording? I could voice Candace, and I've got an idea for the intro that I think is pretty cool. It would go something like this:

*theme song music begins playing as normal*

There's over a year of covid pandemic

And the vaccine comes along just to end it

So the problem that's once in a generation

Is finding a good way to spend it

Like maybe...

*Phineas and Ferb stop singing, because none of their usual activities are possible at the moment. The music keeps going for a second before fading out with a discordant note from the electric guitar*

Phineas: So... what do you want to do today?

And from there it continues according to the script! I kinda wanted to have Candace come in a minute later to say "Mo-omm! Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!" but then trail off in the middle as she realizes that they are not, in fact, making a title sequence. But I can't figure out a way to fit it into the script without messing up some of op's much funnier material, so oh well.

Anyway, I sure got real invested in this real fast but idk I'm just excited about the idea

A Phineas and Ferb Quarantine Episode

Based almost entirely off of this post

This took me 6 days. I feel accomplished

[queennicoleinboots]

Colonel America's Funeral - Secret American Society of Sexually-Frustrated Goats

A bunch of goats, bears, dogs, cats, Kool-Aid men, murlocs, Oompa loompas, ducks, geese, and a few humans were making their respective noises. We were honoring the bullshit life Colonel America led.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing led a song for the fallen 10-foot superhuman:

We honor thee

Colonel America

Everyone sang, "Colonel America!!!!!"

"For America!!!!!!" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing sang.

Everyone sang, "For America!!!!!"

At the end of the song, a gray bear with brown eyes in a power wheelchair burst through the door.

"Excuse me. Is this the meeting hall of the Secret American Society of Sexually-Frustrated Goats?" he asked in a Southern voice.

"Yes! And we are trying to conduct a funeral in honor of a fallen member!" Peter Parker yelled. He then smiled a huge grin. "Come on in and join us! We need a new member anyway. It will be fun. We're all sexually-frustrated."

The gray bear wheeled in the room.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"Mac! Hey man! You joined us!" I shouted.

"Mac joins usssssss! We welcome thee! God has sent a great replacement for Colonel America! We shall call thee Colonel Mac!" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing sang.

(A/N: After this story had happened back in February 2020 before Covid-19 was popular, Mac, also known as Colonel Mac told me a short back story of how Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing and he had a fight that almost killed each other 15 years ago. They became civil with each other once they both realized that they were just sexually frustrated and needed to assert their alpha bear presence because reasons.)

"Colonel Mac!!!!" Everyone sang.

"I don't know what to say," Colonel Mac spoke with a hearty bear laugh.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing, Joebear, Albear, and Fredbear growled in his honor.

Colonel Mac growled back and hugged everyone. He laughed and felt honored.

"This is so emotional," Roberta said as she cried on the other side of the screen. Her daughter and new grandchild were there with her and hugging her.

We bleated to honor this moment.

"But seriously, getting back to the funeral, Colonel America would have loved to honor and induct a new member, especially another Colonel. Colonel Mac, please come sign the appropriate documents!" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing spoke.

Colonel Mac wheeled up the ramp to the stage and signed the documents.

Everyone made his or her respective animal noises.

"Wow. This is legitimate! A real secret membership! Of sexual frustration no doubt!" Colonel Mac said with a big bear smile as he signed and read the documents. He added a laugh for effect.

Joebear, Albear, Fredbear, and Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing growled with respect.

The rest of us made our animal noises before the door burst open. A goat with soft brown curls, brown eyes, and a white office shirt came through the door. "Excuse me? Is this the meeting for the Secret American Society of Sexually-Frustrated Goats?" he asked before he bleated.

"Yes. You're the second one today! Come in!" Peter said with an attitude before he bleated.

All the goats bleated.

"Thank you. I heard about Colonel America's death. Sorry to hear," the goat with the white office shirt said.

"And who are you?" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing asked.

"I'm Lorin. I'm from the Los Angeles chapter of the Sexually-Frustrated Goats. I am here for the Call of Duty convention. I'm IT. I should be asking YOU who you are," he said.

"Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing. I was Colonel America's top mechanic!" he announced.

Murphee the Ace of Munching barked three times.

"Murphayy!!!" I yelled.

"Murphayy!!!" everyone else yelled.

"Colonel America was an asshole to me!" Peter yelled.

There was silence. A few goats coughed and bleated. One even farted in the background.

"But I am still holding this god damn funeral for him. I'm a nice goat!" Peter shouted with a bleat.

Everyone bleated. Colonel Mac bleated well. He was a natural.

"How did you know how to bleat?" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing asked.

"My talent is sound intimation," Colonel Mac said.

"Holy Shit! So you're Colonel Mac the Ace of Sound Imitation?!" I asked.

"Yes, but please don't make me sign these papers with my new title," Colonel Mac answered.

"No problem. Titles are a pain in the ass," I said.

"Yes! For the love of God can I just be Bruce Ace!!!!!?????" Bruce Ace asked.

"Please!" Peter shouted.

Murphee barked.

"Fuck titles!" Lindsay shouted.

"Fuck titles!" Everyone shouted.

"Fuck titles!" a Jewish Goat said as he entered the hall.

"Oh God another inductee who the fuck-?" Peter started to say.

"Jay Bird! I am Jay Bird! I am repressed and traumatized from a strict Jewish background! For the love of God may I join your organization?!" Jay Bird asked.

"Yes yes yes yes! Every fucking goat in Atlanta is at this goddamn meeting!" Peter shouted with wide eyes as he threw his hands up.

I laughed as Jay Bird came up and started signing documents. "Sexually-Frustrated Goats? Jesus what is this?!" he asked as he was spazzing out.

"Well, at first we were the Secret Society of Goats. Then we became the Secret American Goats Society. And then the Sexually-Frustrated Kool-Aid Man joined, became the leader, and now we're all sexually frustrated," I said.

"Holy Shit!" Jay Bird said with a laugh.

"Become married. Then you'll really be sexually-frustrated!" Lorin shouted.

The male goats bleated and shouted loudly in agreement. Bruce Ace's bleat was on point. Paul the Goat bleated in song.

Joebear growled. "I use my right paw while my wife cleans houses and shit," he spoke as he raised his right paw.

Bruce Ace, Fredbear, Albear, and Colonel Mac growled loudly in honor.

Murphee barked three times. Garfield meowed three times.

Male goats, ducks, and geese bleated and quacked.

"Marriage is a bad idea with the state of things! Women get everything! The courts favor women! The government takes advantage of a union that should be honored! Men get fucked every time!" Jay Bird shouted as he signed his last document.

"Fuck marriage!" Peter shouted as he cupped his hands over his mouth.

"Fuck marriage!" the males shouted loudly in the room.

Colonel America's spirit emerged from his body and said, "I'd rather listen to the dryer than my wife."

"Holy Shit! Hahahaha. Colonel America has spoken!" The Sexually-Frustrated Kool-Aid Man shouted.

"Time to go, Jewel! The dead are talking!" Mr. Williamson shouted as he escorted his wife out of there.

Yeah, definitely. Meeting adjourned.

End Credits: "Who Let the Souls Out?" by DarthSydePhineas: https://youtu.be/1hJhGlTcR4E

The characters are dancing. Every time DarthSyde Phineas sang "Who Let The Souls Out?," Murphee and Tug barked five times in rhythm to the song.

[disneyworldenthusiast]

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[aslanjadecarlyle]

you run with me, and I can cut you free (Barlyle)

you run with me, and I can cut you free

Rated T

——

1.

Phillip Carlyle loved to read. Sometimes, when he was still small enough that his mother would read him fairy tales, he would climb into his mother’s lap and insist on reading those tales back to her. He was a tiny thing then, but had a reading comprehension years beyond any other boy his age.

His father scolded him for it, said fairytales were for sissies. The moment he found out that Phillip’s mother read to him, he banished her from doing so. If anything, reading was only for business — there was no point in reading just for the sake of reading, in finding escape in pointless fiction that had no real impact upon the real world.

But Phillip read anyway, and his love for reading only grew with him. When he was old enough, he and his mother would sneak off to shops while his father was away on business and he was allowed to buy a single book — his family was wealthy enough that his father would never notice a few cents missing, and he would certainly never discover the books that Phillip’s mother allowed him to hide underneath his bed. He loved these secret ventures more than anything else, and he savored every page he read as if it would be his last.

Along with the books came a love for writing. Someday, Phillip swore, he was going to become a famous playwright — but he told nobody this, not even his mother. There was no point in dreaming when you were a child who grew up bearing the Carlyle name, your future destined to be a life of loneliness and misery.

Phillip dreamed anyway.

*

2.

Phillip still lived with his parents well into his twenties — mainly because his father would not give him a drop of his inheritance, except to pay for university. He wanted to become a playwright more than anything, but he couldn’t do that until he could afford to move out and away from his father.

But, at least he could get away for a few hours every day at the university. If there was anything he was thankful to his father for, it was that.

He was a Business major, as a result of compromise — blackmail — with his father, but minored in Literature. He wasn’t sure if his father knew about his extra classes, but if he did, he didn’t say anything. Being a Literature minor gave him the excuse to read as much as he liked... and it also gave him an excuse to frequent the university’s library. A place where he could read more than ever before — Moby Dick, Hamlet, Middlemarch, Great Expectations. Phillip frequented the library so much that the librarian knew him by name. (He liked to pretend that it was for that reason, anyway, and not just because he was a Carlyle).

Today, though, he wanted something a little different. Usually, he picked a book out within five minutes and hurried home, but today he took his time and carefully browsed every title. 

“May I help you with anything, Mr. Carlyle?”

Phillip jumped, and spun around to face the librarian. He was an older, short man with graying hair and round eyeglasses, and he looked at Phillip with a raised brow and pursed lips.

Phillip’s lips parted, ready to say no, when he caught sight of a singular book lying on a shelf. It had a black, blank cover, and Phillip instinctively took a step toward it.

“What’s this?”

The librarian followed Phillip’s gaze, and scowled. He shook his head. “Somebody left it on the steps this morning. Completely blank inside, no name, no story. Nothing.”

“May I have it?” Phillip asked before he could stop himself.

The librarian looked at him again, frowning. “I don’t—“

“I’ll pay for it.”

Seemingly at a loss for words, the librarian shrugged. “Go ahead, I suppose. I don’t know who left it, and they clearly had no use for it.”

Smiling, Phillip retrieved the book. He was ready to pay for it, as promised, but the librarian waved him off, surprising him.

Book under arm, Phillip left the library and hurried home. He was done for his classes for the day and he couldn’t be too late, or else his father would interrogate him at the house. 

He was already thinking of the stories he might write later on that evening.

*

3.

Coming home late had its consequences. Phillip went up to his room spitting blood, metallic taste in his mouth and harsh cut on his forehead. His ribs ached from where his father beat him.

Trying not to cry, he closed his door, locked it. He threw the blank black book onto his bed, lucky that his father hadn’t tried to take it away from him. Perhaps he’d been so lost in his fury that he hadn’t noticed the book... or perhaps he just didn’t care.

Phillip used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lips and forehead. He wished he could go back downstairs to wash out the taste of rust in his mouth, but he didn’t dare risk running into his father again that night. No doubt bruises were already forming on his ribs.

His body ached, screamed at him for sleep, but... no. Phillip promised himself that he’d write down his ideas before he lost them... if he wanted to get away from his father, he had to start somewhere.

Sighing, Phillip grabbed the book and collapsed into his desk chair. His ribs screamed at him.

Just five minutes. Just five minutes, then he could call it a night.

He opened the book.

...Wait.

Phillip’s eyes swept over the page, and he frowned.

This book wasn’t blank. This book wasn’t blank at all!

Lines and lines of text filled the pages. As Phillip flipped through, he realized that every single page was filled �� cover to cover. Flipping back to the front cover, he gawked as words and an image appeared on the formerly blank canvas before his very eyes.

The Other Side

Shades of blues and purples replaced the blank cover, and an image appeared before him. The silhouette of a man, wearing a brilliant red coat, cane in hand.

Below the title, a smaller subtext. 

 You run with me,

And I can cut you free

There was no author name.

Hands trembling, Phillip turned to page one.

*

4.

His eyes were red and bleary with sleep by the time he finished. He had no idea what time it was, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the sun would be rising soon.

Phillip Carlyle was breathless.

P.T. Barnum had swept him away into a world of magic and hope, of happiness and wonder. He was left craving the circus, longing for the fictional circus family within the pages — Lettie and Anne, Constantine and Charles, even Charity and her girls. His heart ached, beating for a world that didn’t exist.

For a man that didn’t exist.

It had been... almost magical.

Tears welled in Phillip’s eyes as he closed his eyes and finally retreated to his bed. He thought sleep to be impossible at first, but his eyes were heavier than anticipated and they were closing as soon as his head hit the pillow.

“God,” Phillip whispered into the darkness with his last bit of conscious breath, “I wish he were real...”

*

5.

Much to his dismay, he slept late the next morning. Any dilly-dally would make him late for his classes, so he bolted upwards, already stumbling out of bed before his eyes were even half open.

His body felt like it was on fire, no doubt a result of his beating last night, but he had no time to focus on that. He—

Strong hand on his chest, pushing him down.

“Wha—“

Terror filled every fiber of his being, mind wildly thinking that his father had come into his room to beat him some more. Never mind the fact that the hand didn’t feel like his father’s—

Phillip Carlyle looked up.

A scream rose in his throat, but the same hand on his chest rose up to cover his mouth. Whiskey-colored eyes stared back at him, begged him not to make a sound.

“Please don’t scream,” the man whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Phillip’s heart thundered in his chest, beating so quickly he thought he very well might drop dead of a heart attack at the ripe old age of 22. His vision blurred, trying not to process how handsome this stranger actually was.

But what was this man doing in his room?

Seeming satisfied that Phillip wouldn’t scream, the man dropped his hand away from his mouth. Phillip took a deep breath, eyes watering.

“Wh-Who are you?” he choked out. Classes forgotten, he scrambled further away on his bed, back against the wall. Thankfully he’d fallen asleep in his clothes last night and didn’t wear his ordinary sleeping gown.

A slow smile spread across the man’s face, blinding Phillip and lighting up the man’s eyes. He didn’t seem predatory, but—

“P.T. Barnum, at your service.”

*

6.

P.T. Barnum.

Phillip gawked at the man who stood before him. It couldn’t be, but—

For the first time, Phillip noticed the brilliant red coat. The sleek black pants and shoes. He clutched a top hat in his hand at his waist, his hair a sea of brown waves. A cane that didn’t belong to Phillip or his father rested against the wall beside the bed.

“It’s not possible,” Phillip whispered, “you can’t—“

“I can. You brought me here, Phillip.”

“How — who — how do you know my—“

“PHILLIP!”

 Phillip jumped a mile in the air at his father’s booming voice, which seemed to rattle the walls of his room. Breath coming out in short gasps of panic, his eyes flicked to his closed bedroom door, then to Phineas. He had to be dreaming, had to be, but... what if he wasn’t?

“Hide!” Phillip hissed at the strange man. If his father caught anyone, let alone a man, in his room—

Thankfully, his father’s wealth allowed for Phillip to have a larger-than-average closet — even when his room was the smallest in the house — and Phineas was already slipping inside, hiding amongst the clothes, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’ behind him.

Right as Mr. Carlyle stormed into the room. Eyes blazing a ball of fire as he screamed at his son, screamed at him for missing class.

Phillip’s anxiety rose, ribs aching, as he stared up at his father.

His scream echoed the shouts of his father as Mr. Carlyle grabbed him by the shirt collar.

*

7.

When it was over, when Mr. Carlyle had finally beaten Phillip into enough of a pulp that satisfied him, Phillip was left crying tears streaked with blood on his bedroom floor.

He’d almost forgotten about the stranger hidden in his room, had started to think it was all just a dream, until P.T. Barnum stepped out of the closet.

He felt soft, calloused hands — hands that shouldn’t be real — on his back and shoulders, gently trying to turn him over, and he cringed. He couldn’t bear the humiliation of having anyone look at him in this state — not even if that someone was supposed to be a fictional character who shouldn’t, couldn’t, exist.

“Phillip,” a soft voice mumbled in his ear, “Are you all right?”

Phillip’s body shuddered with tears. If his ribs didn’t ache before, they screamed now — he was sure he’d broken one of them. His tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth, and he found he couldn’t reply to the man standing above him.

“I should have helped—“

“No,” Phillip managed to rasp, though he still wouldn’t look at Phineas, “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“He would have... killed me.”

“I wouldn’t have let him—“

Phillip’s broken laughter cut Phineas off. He cringed, curled in on himself as his bitter laughter rattled his injuries further.

“You could have tried,” he whispered, still facing away from the man, “but he would have hurt you, too.”

Neither of them said anything for awhile. In truth, neither of them knew if Phineas could be hurt in this world.

After a long time spent in silence, Phillip felt a hand in his hair. He stiffened, but didn’t protest as soft fingers ran through his hair and gently turned his face so that he and Phineas were eye-to-eye — he could only imagine how terrible he looked.

“Run away with me,” Phineas proposed. Phillip jolted,  startled, a low whine escaping his throat as his ribs screamed in protest.

“What?”

Phineas didn’t miss a beat. “Run away with me.” 

Phillip could only gape at him.

“I may be a fictional character by this dimension’s standards, but I’m not stupid. You brought me here for a reason, Phillip. Run away with me, join my world, become part of the circus — you can leave this world, and your father, behind forever.” 

As Phineas spoke, he became fuzzy. It sounded as if he were speaking from underwater, and, as Phillip’s vision faded around the edges, he watched as Phineas’s expression morphed into one of concern.

“Phil—“

Phillip was gone to the sweet realm of unconsciousness.

*

8.

He awoke on his bed, sure it’d all been a dream. A low-burning fire settled into his abdomen — his father beat him again, beat him bad, and he’d imagined the fictional character as some sort of coping mechanism—

“Are you all right?”

A low whine escaped his throat before he could quite stop himself, and he looked over to see the man in question settled in his desk chair. There was a glass of water on the desk, which he held out as an offering.

Phillip reached for it, but his fingers trembled terribly so the man had to help him. P.T. Barnum. He helped Phillip sit up and brought the glass of water to his lips. Phillip sipped at the drink thankfully, but blushed bright red at having to be assisted as if he were some feeble elder.

“You were out for awhile,” P.T. Barnum spoke, his voice a low, comforting rumble, “I was starting to get worried.”

“My father—“

“Out to work, and I believe your mother went to the market.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

Phillip blanched. There was no way he could get to class now.

“My offer still stands, you know.”

“Wh-What?”

“You brought me here for a reason, Phillip. You want to run away, leave this old life behind - I know you do. So, come with me. I can set you free - you won’t have to face your father’s wrath ever again.”

Phillip stared at him, blankly.

“Not possible,” he whispered.

“It’s my job, Phillip. How else do you think that book wound up at your library?”

“Someone left it, someone—“

“Lettie, Anne and W.D., Constantine, Charles — they were all people like you, who wanted to leave their old life behind. Anne and W.D., they were victims of slavery before the war. Lettie escaped an abusive husband who beat and raped her once she began growing a beard. Charles escaped the wrath of a mother who beat him for his oddity and practically used him as a footstool. They all wanted to get away, and I helped them. So, please, Phillip. Let me help you.”

Phillip shook his head, looked down. His desk chair creaked and shifted as P.T. stood, but he didn’t look up until P.T. was cupping his chin, tilting his head up until he stared into warm hazel eyes.

“Please,” P.T. mumbled again.

Every fiber in Phillip’s body screamed at him, screamed as his eyes flicked down to P.T.’s lips. It was crazy, but the man was holding him so gently, looking at him with eyes that made him want to melt, and, and—

Before he could stop himself, Phillip leaned forward and pressed his lips to P.T.’s startled mouth.

*

9.

A small gasp came out from between P.T.’s lips, but he made no move to pull away. Phillip gripped him, gripped him like his life depended on it, and kissed him.

Kissed his very real lips.

After a moment, maybe two, P.T. began to respond. Phillip was half afraid that maybe, maybe, P.T. would pull away and scream at him, go back to wherever he came from, but he didn’t. Slowly, instead, he pulled Phillip closer. They sat together on the bed, Phineas seated at the edge with Phillip practically crawling into his lap, and they kissed.

Phillip was kissing P.T. Barnum.

Phillip kissed him until he had to pull back for air. He pulled back, gasping, and his ribs ached — they screamed — but, God, was it worth it. 

They stared at each other, eyes dark, matching plump lips, and Phillip found himself panting. 

P.T. smiled, softly, and reached out to trace Phillip’s cheek. Phillip sighed and leaned into the touch.

“I didn’t realize that you were—“

Phillip blushed and averted his gaze. “I had to see if you were really... real.”

P.T. chuckled. “Satisfied?”

“Very much.”

P.T.’s smile returned and he pulled Phillip closer, kissing him again. This kiss was softer than the first, less desperate. Phillip sighed and closed his eyes, thinking that, maybe, this was all he needed in life — this and nothing else.

“Come with me,” P.T. whispered once they’d pulled away a second time. His fingers dropped down to Phillip’s abdomen and lightly traced the bruises through his shirt. A dull throb had settled over the most intense of the wounds, but P.T. touched him like he was as delicate as a flower petal. He shivered against the touch and looked up into P.T.’s eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“You’ll never hurt again,” P.T. promised.

The words, his promise, wrapped around Phillip like a blanket he couldn’t wait to sink into. No more pain — that sounded wonderful.

“Okay,” Phillip whispered.

And so, they stood. Phillip gasped as he shed his old, battered skin, and watched as the shell of his former self laid broken on the bedroom floor.

“I’m—“

“It’s okay,” P.T. whispered. A whitish-gold glow seemed to outline the ringmaster, and he smiled as he picked Phillip up, cradled him in his arms.

“I’ve got you.” 

[aslanjadecarlyle]

black ice (Barlyle)

Prompt 8: Ice

Title: black ice

Rating: T

Possible TW for an anxiety attack

——

He should have detected it sooner. By the time he did, Phillip was nowhere to be seen.

And the entirety of their mansion was covered in a thin, brittle layer of bitterly black ice.

He was in the office when it happened. Phillip was... somewhere, but he’d been so absorbed in his paperwork that when he first felt the chill, he’d thought his partner was coming into the room to see him.

”Phillip, darling, you know I don’t like to be disturbed while I work,” Phineas muttered, waving Phillip off with a wave of his hand without ever looking up.

No answer.

“Phillip?”

Come to think of it, he’d never heard the door to his office open.

Phineas looked up. A gasp caught in his throat, eyes widening.

Black ice snaked its way into his office from underneath the crack in the door, and around the sides. It crept along the floor and the walls like a spiderweb, slowly consuming Phineas’s office in its wake.

“Phillip!”

Phineas sprang to his feet, chair clattering to the floor as he bolted to the door. He hissed as he wrapped his hand around the frozen doorknob, but the ice — black and sinister as it was — melted relatively quickly underneath his touch. He threw the door open and it slammed into the wall, leaving thin spidery cracks in the ice.

The hallway was almost entirely covered in the same black ice, but some of it melted underneath his feet as he ran as fast as he dared down the hallway. Most of their home was covered in the stuff, but it was thickest, he assumed, down the path that would lead him to Phillip.

He just hoped he wasn’t too late.

*

Phineas found him in their bedroom.

The man was crouched down in the corner, blocked from the doorway’s view by the bed, hands pressed to his face. He trembled as Phineas knelt down, enveloping Phillip in his arms, melting the ice from his clothes and hair.

“Won’t do it again, Father, please—“

“Phillip, darling, it’s me.”

Phillip whined, but did not look up. Glancing around, Phineas noticed that the windows, too, were frosted over. The room was almost as dark as the distressed ice.

Looking back at the man on the floor, he asked, “Did you have an attack? Why didn’t you call me?”

Phillip was often rendered helpless by sheer panic or anxiety, but it wasn’t often that his state got this bad. Phineas suspected that the recent withdrawal from alcohol may have something to do with it.

Phillip cried out suddenly, yanked his hands from his eyes as spears of icicles shot out from the tips of his fingers. Phineas yelled and dove out of the path just in the nick of time.

“You nearly impaled me!”

Phineas meant it as a joke, but even he could hear the tremble in his own voice. Taking a deep breath, he turned to look behind him.

The icicles stuck out of the wall.

Drawn back to Phillip by a weak moaning sound, Phineas faced him just in time to watch his lover crumple to the floor, lightly curled in on himself. Phineas sighed and stood, bending over to lightly gather Phillip in his arms.

“C’mon,” he mumbled, kissing Phillip’s forehead, “let’s get you to bed.”

Phillip didn’t protest.

He didn’t make a sound.

——

Read the rest of my Barlyle prompts for FanFicFeb here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17624345/chapters/41781479

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