#The littles

[looming-toons]

I swear the littlest is like the original borrower show at least for the 80s

[allyheart707]

I feel like this got lost since its so far down in the reblog, but I think its kinda cute propaganda hehe @tmntseparatedaucompetition and @sharkfinn

ALSO VOTE FOR LITTLE SUBJECTS HERE- it is still behind by about 5%!!!

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

How many cartoons can you recall the names of?

[thesmallesttenmasever]

The newest 4koma is the coded ever i wanna be in the truck with them <3

tsukasa has no thoughts in his brain and rui is eepin

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Summaries under the cut

Carry On, Mr. Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham and Mary R. Walsh

Nathaniel Bowditch grew up in a sailor’s world—Salem in the early days, when tall-masted ships from foreign ports crowded the wharves. But Nat didn’t promise to have the makings of a sailor; he was too physically small. Nat may have been slight of build, but no one guessed that he had the persistence and determination to master sea navigation in the days when men sailed only by “log, lead, and lookout.” Nat’s long hours of study and observation, collected in his famous work, The American Practical Navigator (also known as the “Sailors’ Bible”), stunned the sailing community and made him a New England hero.

Un Lun Dun by China Mieville

What is Un Lun Dun? It is London through the looking glass, an urban Wonderland of strange delights where all the lost and broken things of London end up . . . and some of its lost and broken people, too–including Brokkenbroll, boss of the broken umbrellas; Obaday Fing, a tailor whose head is an enormous pin-cushion, and an empty milk carton called Curdle. Un Lun Dun is a place where words are alive, a jungle lurks behind the door of an ordinary house, carnivorous giraffes stalk the streets, and a dark cloud dreams of burning the world. It is a city awaiting its hero, whose coming was prophesied long ago, set down for all time in the pages of a talking book.

When twelve-year-old Zanna and her friend Deeba find a secret entrance leading out of London and into this strange city, it seems that the ancient prophecy is coming true at last. But then things begin to go shockingly wrong.

Malory Towers by Enid Blyton

Darrell Rivers begins her happy life at Malory Towers two terms later than the other girls, but she soon makes firm friends with Sally, the steady one, and the adoring Mary Lou.

The Littles by John Peterson

The Littles live in the walls of the Biggs' house. But when the Biggs go on vacation a messy family comes to stay, the trouble begins. Mice! Cats! How much can one small family take? Will Tom and Lucy, the littlest Littles of all, be able to save the day?

The Magic Thief by Sarah Prineas

In a city that runs on a dwindling supply of magic, a young boy is drawn into a life of wizardry and adventure. Conn should have dropped dead the day he picked Nevery's pocket and touched the wizard's locus magicalicus, a stone used to focus magic and work spells. But for some reason he did not. Nevery finds that interesting, and he takes Conn as his apprentice on the provision that the boy find a locus stone of his own. But Conn has little time to search for his stone between wizard lessons and helping Nevery discover who or what is stealing the city of Wellmet's magic.

100 Cupboards by N. D. Wilson

Twelve-year-old Henry York is going to sleep one night when he hears a bump on the attic wall above his head. It's an unfamiliar house—Henry is staying with his aunt, uncle, and three cousins—so he tries to ignore it. But the next night he wakes up with bits of plaster in his hair. Two knobs have broken through the wall, and one of them is slowly turning...

Henry scrapes the plaster off the wall and discovers doors—ninety-nine cupboards of all different sizes and shapes. Through one he can hear the sound of falling rain. Through another he sees a glowing room—with a man strolling back and forth! Henry and his cousin Henrietta soon understand that these are not just cupboards. They are, in fact, portals to other worlds.

Dear Dumb Diary by Jim Benton

Read the hilarious, candid, (and sometimes not-so-nice,) diaries of Jamie Kelly, who promises that everything in her diary is true...or at least as true as it needs to be.

School was okay today. Actually, it was better than okay. Angeline got her long, beautiful hair tangled in one of the jillion things she has dangling from her backpack, and the school nurse -- who is now one of my main heroes -- took a pair of scissors and snipped two feet of silky blond hair from the left side of her head, so now Angeline only looks like The Prettiest Girl in the World if you're standing on her right. (Although personally, I think she would look better if I was standing on her neck.)

The Great Brain by John D. Fitzgerald

The best con man in the Midwest is only ten years old. Tom, a.k.a., the Great Brain, is a silver-tongued genius with a knack for turning a profit. When the Jenkins boys get lost in Skeleton Cave, the Great Brain saves the day. Whether it's saving the kids at school, or helping out Peg-leg Andy, or Basil, the new kid at school, the Great Brain always manages to come out on top—and line his pockets in the process.

Mumintrullen by Tove Jansson

En av Tove Janssons mest älskade berättelser, Det osynliga barnet, kommer nu som bilderbok. En kall höstkväll dyker Too-ticki upp i muminhuset i sällskap av ett barn, en osynlig flicka! Hon har blivit osynlig för att någon varit mycket elak mot henne. Mumintrollen låter flickan flytta in och den hösten får både hon och familjen lära sig om respekt, vänlighet, och vikten av att ibland bli riktigt arg.Tove Janssons älskade "Det osynliga barnet" är anpassad för bilderboksformatet av författaren Cecilia Davidsson och illustrerad av Filippa Widlund. Boken är en del i Bonnier Carlsens satsning på att ta fram nya bilderböcker om Mumintrollen för nästa generation Muminälskare. I text och bild knyter boken an till Tove Janssons klassiska berättelse och förmedlar dess säregna magi och klokskaper.

Derkholm by Diana Wynne Jones

A humorous fantasy from Diana Wynne Jones. In a world next door to ours, the tourist industry is devastating the population by its desire to experience all the fantasy clichés - Dark Lords, impoverished villages, dragons etc.

The Head of the University resolves to shut the tours down; the only problem being the ruthless tour-master - and his all-powerful demons. To save them all, the incompetent wizard Derk is appointed as Dark Lord in the hope that he will ruin the tours, and sure enough proceeds to fail at everything due to his general uselessness. But can failing at everything lead to a win this time?

[tiredaalienn]

I semi-completed this sketch of @no-psi-nan vampire au

Just to realise that bc I always give akechi pointy teeth it’s looks like just them >u<

The dot-highlights are inspired by @lu-kario ! If u don’t know them what are you doing here????

[gtcopter]

thinking about that episode of The Littles cartoon where they guilt trip a little girl's mother out of her pill addiction

[oglagold]

wait wait i randomly had an idea that reminded me of you that i have to relay over len's beta design + pit's design from the first kid icarus...... if that sparks any inspiration 🥴

HI HI HI

YES IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS

I started something a while ago but never got around to finishing it since I was working on my song

but i made them as little baby guys🥺

[borrowingtheborrower]

Dude what the fuck even is The Littles???

[maverynthia]

Kid shows from the 80s!!

Yup this is what we kids watched back in the 80s! Perfectly OK to give people drug nightmares! (The Littles - S1 E10)

[oldshowbiz]

Here Come the Littles on ABC

[lingerxng]

at least it's not texas hot, devon thought, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

it was actually quite a cool day; the perks of seattle. he didn't know anyone here, not really, but the weather was nice. he kept to the sidewalks, reviewing directions in his head as he walked. it was another five miles to the office, but he'd walked for longer.

it was a bummer. he was trying not to think about it too hard, if he were honest with himself. he'd liked michael and sarah. nothing gold can last, or whatever the quote was.

his phone was off. he might have access to an outlet at the office, but he'd rather conserve the battery, just in case. he could use it when he needed it. his shoes were still in good shape, that was good. it wasn't *likely* that he'd be out on the street, but it had happened once before. his emergency cash could get him a night or two at a motel, maybe--

"devon! devon!"

he stopped instinctively, frowning. shit. he'd hoped he'd have a little more time.

the car pulled up at the curb where he was and sarah rushed out, immediately pulling him into her. devon flinched, but she hadn't seened to notice. "oh my god, devon! what were you thinking!" she had one arm around his shoulders, the other holding his head. she was shaking, he noticed.

"it's fine," he said, trying to pull back. "sarah-- it's fine. i'm not gonna get you in trouble or whatever."

"what?" she pulled back to look at him, one hand moving to cup his cheek. "devon, *what* are you talking about? we woke up and you were gone, we were so scared--"

"you're pregnant." it came out more blunt than he'd intended, but he couldn't help it. sarah was rambling.

her brow knit. devon noticed how red her eyes were. "wh--"

"you and michael were talking about it, last night. i overheard." he adjusted the bag on his shoulder, hiking it up so it wouldn't fall. "you're pregnant. congratulations, by the way."

"...thank you." her confusion hadn't lifted. "devon, were you going to leave because i'm pregnant?"

his weight shifted. "...you were fostering me 'cause you couldn't have your own kids," he said finally. he wasn't supposed to know that. he knew lots of things he wasn't supposed to. "but now you are, so you don't need me around anymore. which, like, is fine, y'know? i'll just go back to anne and--"

"devon." her voice was firm, even as her eyes watered. a knot of unease settled in his stomach. "devon, did you think we'd abandon you just because we're pregnant?"

devon hesitated. this felt like a trick question. he wasn't gonna get them in trouble, honest; he would just tell anne that the placement wasn't working out, and he'd find another family, and move on from there. "...you'll have your own kid," he said finally, brow furrowed.

"devon, you are our kid," sarah said. she sounded... hurt. devon hadn't expected that. "if-- if you aren't happy with us anymore, we'll deal with that. but we aren't letting you go without a fight. we love you. and i'm--" she took a shuddering gasp, collecting herself. "i'm sorry that you don't know that. i'm sorry that we haven't shown you that."

oh.

devon swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. "i didn't-- i didn't think..."

"devon..." sarah smoothed one hand over his hair, then pulled him in close again. this time, he let her. there was a tension draining out of him that he hadn't realized he was holding. she held him, and slowly, he let one arm wrap back around her.

"i know we aren't your parents," she said, voice thick. "i know you don't want us to be. and that's okay. but you're still our kid. and we aren't going to give you up." she kissed the side of his head; when had he gotten as tall as her? "and i'm gonna spend every day, for as long as it takes, to prove that to you. okay?"

it took him a moment, but he nodded.

"okay." another kiss, then she pulled back to look at him. "let's go home, okay?"

for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was.

[my-midlife-crisis]

the littles

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