#Widow Tweed

[disneyfemslash]

-I will love you until the end of time-

[hyzenthlayroseart]

I decided to headcanon that the heartbreaking scene where Widow Tweed left Tod in the woods WASN'T the last time they saw each other; one day on Tod's birthday she starts wondering how's he doing in the wild and decides to visit the game reserve to see if she can find him. When she does, she's happy to discover that he started a family of his own. They spot each other and tearfully smile at each other before parting ways, with Widow Tweed feeling joy and closure that Tod found happiness.

I may or may not have sobbed while drawing this (I did. I most definitely did).

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Fox and the Hound (1981)

[beasanfi1997]

(Thrawn tries to kill baby Ezra when he learn that he was Born on Empire Day, arrives Widow Tweed)

Widow Tweed: Stop!

Tech: Cried the Widow Tweed

Thrawn: This is an unholy traitor

I'm sending to hell where it belongs

Widow Tweed: See there the innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Lothal

Thrawn: I am guiltless, Mira gives him to birth, I accused her

Widow Tweed: Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Lothal

Thrawn: My conscience us clear

Widow Tweed: You can lie to yourself and your minions, You can claim that you haven't a qualm, But you never can, run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes, The very eyes of Darth Vader!

[disneyfemslash]

[Image description: A 3-by-3 moodboard of Wodow Tweed and Adelaide Bonfamille. The first image is a screencap of Madame Adelaide, smiling. The second image is letter that days 'Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen.' The third image is a cottage in a field of flowers. The fourth image is a painting of two women kissing. The fifth image is a fox and a black and white cat, sitting together. The sixth image is a letter that says 'Avery, darlin, darlin do I fall to pieces when I'm with you... fall to... is closer... all of my there are lipstick marks over the letter, and a tube of lipstick obscuring the words. The seventh image is the Effiel tower, from a distance, with a bush of white flowers and Paris in the foreground. The eighth image is a letter that says 'darling, you are all I ever wanted love to be. e.s' The ninth image is a screencap of Widow Tweed, smiling. There are clovers, flowers, and small stars overlaid on top of the moodboard. End ID]

Tweed x Bonfamille moodboard🌻🥀 - for @disneyfemslash <3 They are wonderful omg I love old ladies in love

[lucigoo]

Weekly roundup: 1st August - 31st August

(I know its technically a month, but like the last one, its just until I catch up lol)

I wrote 13 fics in August, totalling 88,453 words so im pretty proud of that.

As always, recs first and then my fics under the cuts <3

Ringbearers - CQueen - The Hobbit (2012) (Bilbo/Thorin, aftelrife shennigans!!!!)

Summary: Having crossed over to the afterlife together Frodo decides to play matchmaker and insists that he and his uncle must go on an adventure together. What do they seek? Why his uncle's long dead friends, particularly Thorin Oakenshield.

Washing Day - StupidFatPenguin - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, Viking au!)

Summary: “What do you mean you bathe more than once per season?”

After only a short while of travelling with his heathen captors, Bilbo discovers that the tales of the fearsome, filthy and savage Northmen from his childhood might be much closer to great inaccuracy than the actual truth.

Dwalin Guards Thorin's Heart - SunnyRose - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, Dwalin & Bilbo, as always, @sunnyrosewritesstuff's fics are amaing!)

Summary: After the Carrock, Thorin pulls Dwalin aside asking him to protect his One from harm. Dwalin had no idea how difficult a task this was going to be, but the Burglar is an accident magnet!

The Tweed Fairy - lisellelascelles - The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) (Bilbo/Thorin, I rarely read smut, but when i do, its usually @lisellelascelles as it i smut with feelings, the only kind I like, and I adore this one!)

Summary: After working in the States for more than a decade, Thorin goes back to England to help his recently widowed older sister, and reconnect with his extended family. It’s early summer, the UEFA championship is firing up, and everyone meets in the local pub to watch the historic England vs. Scotland match. There he sees a small fellow all dolled up with tweed trousers and braces and a ridiculous retro football T-shirt underneath. He mocks him, coming across as a massive twat and a bigot to boot, without knowing the man is his cousin’s boyfriend’s best friend. When he later has an opportunity to redeem himself, what can he do but grab it and squeeze it…?

Take me as I am - phiaura - The Witcher (TV) (Geralt/Jaksier, please mind the tags, but it is SO good!)

Summary: Thus, a deal was struck, a treaty agreed upon. Rivia would not take military action against any allied kingdom and in turn, the kingdoms would provide the king of Rivia with a consort. So far, that last bit was the part of the treaty that had gone to shit. As far as Jaskier had understood, up to now the White Wolf had turned down all the proffered brides. If a consort was not approved, the treaty would be null and void.

Where Jaskier is the last chance of fulfilling the requirements of a treaty between the warlord of Rivia, and the allied kingdoms. Will it prove to be his rescue or his doom?

Pieces Tossed Aside - Anagrrl - Firefly (Malcom/Simon, aplocalypse au,)

Summary: Paquin goes silent. Everything else follows. AU set after the TV series.

I hope theres at least on foc for you all to enjoy, have a good week <3

Now for my fics, bare with me, when we get back to actual weekly roundups these lists will be much smaller lol.

The gold of your eyes is worth more then all of my medals (Sirius/Remus, olympics Au)

Summary: After a disastorous drunk driving crash caused by Siirus he ran from Remus, the love of his life.

10 years later and Remus is watching as the only man he has ever loved gains his fourth Olympic gold medal, now if only he owuld smile at Remus the way he is at the camera.

The Babes of War (Gen fic, pleae mind the tags, it tooks of child soldiers, im still not over the fact that 16 year old Gloin was at war!!!, also thank you so much to @mrkida-art for all the Tolkein canon information they provided which helped me write this fic)

Summary: Thror has taken to many dwarves to fight at Azanulbizar. This includes a 16 year old Gloin and his cousins, none of whom are of age.

A story of child soldiers whose whole world changes after one disatorous battle caused by a gold mad king.

Not Dorcas the Orca, two of three Marauders and a jail cell (Sirius/Remus, James Potter. Another self indulgant fic for my Wolfstar fandom family, they know who they are <3)

Summary: Sirius and James once again find themselfs in a jail cell with Dorcas (who was once an orce in this very same cell) only this isn't really Dorcas, even though they look exactly like them, huh?

Gollum's song (Bilbo & Gollum, mind the tags, MCDs)

Summary: Bilbo's heart is broken as he tries to recover as much as possible at Beorn's after BOFTA. He needs all the strenght he can regain because he has a new Quest to go on.

One where he may save another lost to the darkness the Ring causes.

That house was not a home:I never meant to leave you there alone (Sirius/Remus, Sirius & Regulus, Minor character death, grief)

Summary: Sirius wakes up in morning, reads the Daily Prophet and his whole life was suddenly changed.

The world is cruel and dark and he needs his brother who is forever gone.

There's no way out: the door is barred by the demon in my lovers skin (Bilbo/Thorin, please mind the tags, MCD, DD:DE!)

Summary: Thorin has never recovered from the Dragon sickness and ow it is Bilbo who is suffering because of it.

He is trapped and alone under Thorin's thumb and fists.

Bilbo just wants his dwarf back, instead he has a monster wearing Thorin's face hurting him.

It Was Never What It Seemed (Bilbo/Thorin, please mind the tags, it has some upsetting themes, but this, THIS is a fic i sent moe than a year on. If i never wrote anythig again, it would be ok because I managed to write and finish this particular fic A huge thank you to @sunnyrosewritesstuff for all their help writing it and for the title itself, and to @brandileigh2003 for all the emotional support i needed when writing the heavier hitting chaps. Thank you both, i appreciate it so much <3)

Summary: It has been 8 years since Bilbo has lest stepped foot in Erebor. He needs to talk to his husband, especially as he is now about to marry another. Another who is not Bilbo.

Bilbo left and when he did he left Thorin broken hearted. Now he is to marry a Blacklock Princess, consequences be damned.

Follow along with our favourite dwarf and hobbit as they find their way back to one another, No matter how painful the journey is.

Violets for the one I adore (Percy/Viktor, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Gifted violets)

Summary: Viktor has been a retired house husband and stay-at-home dad for 4 months now. Percy has never been happier.

There's a monster under my bed (Gen fic, Percy & Fred & George Weasley, written for the @change-is-perceivable fest)

Summary: There's a monster in Percy's room and no one will help him deal with it. Instead he is facing his bedroom door, wondering if anyone will care if the monster eats him.

It's hard being the good boy in such a large, chaotic family sometimes.

Don't try and drink your grief away (Gen fic, Percy & Geroge & Harry, grief, alcoholism, also written for the @change-is-perceivable fest)

Summary: Percy is blaming himself for Fred's death, after all he is the one who spoke to him, joked with him last.

He isn't coping well and has resorted to drinking.

Drunk Percy does something unthinkingly. Something he can't remember doing.

Destined Embrace: The Love That Healed the Noldor (Fingon/Maedhros (Tolkien), written for the @tolkienrsb, wih amaing art form the talented @wisteria53)

Summary: Fingon is going to rescue his best friend, his possibly something more, Maedhros, no matter what it takes.

Fingon is going to rescue his best friend, his possibly something more, Maedhros, no matter what it takes.

He is going to take him home to Gondolin and keep him safe. Maybe their friendship will grow along with their feelings of safety.

In the Darkness, You are My Shining Star (Gimli/Legolas, also written for @tolkienrsb, but this one has amazing art from @babybat98. I was paired with another amazing artist <3)

Summary: The Trope of Thorin Oakeshield are excavation miners in the depths of space working hard to feed and support their fledgling colony.

The neweest recruits have been allowed into space. Gimli Gloinson is one of those recruits. he is oging to learn how scary space can be, but also how very rewarding it can be too.

Back to where we belong (Ron/Hermione, as part of the Love of Fest Discord server, for the flash comp - Back to roots fest)

Summary: It's time to pick this years family holiday.

Ron knows where he wants to go. He wants to go back, he wants to go home.

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants Background Characters Names (Redone) Part 2;

Zaahir Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, son of Jasmine and Aladdin.

(Picture removed because rumor has it the actress no longer wants people to use her photos, as I've heard. May or may not be replaced with a background character/fancast later if it does turn out to be true).

Zellie 'Meadow' Emery Fitzherbert of Corona, daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert/Horace/Flynn Rider (I'm not counting her as Rapunzel and in my rewrite she will be younger. I'm counting her here as a background character cause she was barely in the movie and we don't know anything concrete about her yet).

Bradley, Son of Lady Bane and Duke Sigmund.

Hap, son of Happy.

Jamie Darling, son of John Darling.

Kelemon, daughter of Sir Kay and stepdaughter of Fabiana.

Lucianna du Lac, daughter of Sir Lancelot.

Stella Rabbit, daughter of Skippy Rabbit.

William Darling, middle child of Wendy Darling.

Chi-Li, adoptive son of Chi-Fu.

Miguel Melchor Marquez-Madrigal Jr., son of Isabella Madrigal and Bubo Marquez.

Tyrone Rogers of Maldonia, son of Tiana Rogers and Naveen.

Akio, son of Tomiko.

Emir, son of Aladdin and Jasmine.

Taylor Porter, son of Tarzan and Jane Porter.

Princess Roanne, girlfriend of Scarlet Bluefairy of Llyr. Named by @askauradonprep .

Prince Hans 'Hodge' Westergaard La Bouf of the Southern Isles Jr, son of Charlotte 'Lotte' La Bouf and Lars Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Finn Tweed, adoptive son of Widow Tweed.

Boy in Silver is Chi-Li, adoptive son of Chi-Fu, from the Tourney Team.

Girl with red head is Blair, daughter of Merida.

The boy in the pink and grey suit is Akio, son of Tomiko, from the Tourney Team.

Behind Elle's head is Prince Brendan Westergaard La Bouf of the Southern Isles, son of Prince Lars Westergaard and Charlotte La Bouf.

The boy behind Elle is Billy, son of Little John.

The girl with the long ponytail is his twin sister, Stacy.

Behind them is Kelemon, daughter of Sir Kay and stepdaughter of Fabiana.

Thanks @casinotrio1965 and @igetthedisneybox . I'll have a part three out soon. If you see any background comic, book, or show/movie character that's unnamed LMK, and I'll try and name them. Also check out this post that helped me figure out who the tourney players (minus Taylor) were.

[scotianostra]

October 3rd 1357 saw the Treaty of Berwick, freeing David II from imprisonment by the English.

A wee bit of a spoiler here, David II was captured at The Battle of Neville’s Cross on October 17th 1346, more of that two come in two weeks time!

David II was born on 5 March 1324 after his parents had been married for 22 years. He was only four when he himself was married to Princess Joanna of England in accordance with the Treaty of Edinburgh-Northampton.

The following year, he became Scotland’s first anointed king on the death of his father. Taking advantage of this royal minority, and a series of Regents, the English made several attempts to replace him with Edward Balliol (son of ‘Toom Tabard’).

After Edward III defeated the Scots at the Battle of Halidon Hill near Berwick in 1333, David and Joanna were sent to the safety of France, where they remained until 1341, when it was judged safe for them to come home.

On 26 August 1346, Edward III defeated France at the battle of Crecy. David II, now aged 17, decided to invade England in support of his ally, France, but he was defeated and captured

by John Coupeland at the Battle of Neville’s Cross, near Durham, on 17 October 1346. David spent the next 11 years as a prisoner, although it is said he was treated as a royal guest rather than in any harsh way, living principally in London, at Odiham Castle in Hampshire and Windsor Castle in Berkshire.

January 17, 1357, the Scots sent ambassadors to England to negotiate the return of their king. In August the preliminaries were agreed upon and the terms were ratified by the Scots Parliament. Joan does not appear in any of the documents regarding the discussions for David’s release. The marriage faltered while in England and David took a mistress, by the name of Katherine Mortimer and apparently was deeply in love with her. For all intents and purposes, Joan and David severed their relationship and Joan would spend the rest of her life in England. King Edward gave Joan a pension of £200 per annum. Katherine Mortimer was murdered in Soutra, Scotland in the summer of 1360 by being stabbed at the instigation of jealous Scottish lords. David then took up with Margaret Drummond, the daughter of Sir John Drummond and the widow of Sir John Logie, but that too wouldn’t last.

Eventually, on 3 October 1357, after several interruptions, a treaty was signed at Berwick-upon-Tweed by which the Scottish estates undertook to pay 100,000 marks as a ransom for their king. This was ratified by parliament at Scone on 6 November 1357.

David returned at once to Scotland; but owing to the poverty of the kingdom it was found impossible to raise the ransom. A few instalments were paid, but the king sought to get rid of the liability by offering to make Edward III, or one of his sons, his successor in Scotland, a notion that would have had has his father, Robert the Bruce, turning in his grave. Some historians have said David knew that it would never be ratified and was merely playing for time.

In 1364 the Scottish parliament indignantly rejected a proposal to make Lionel, Duke of Clarence, the next king; but David negotiated secretly with Edward III over this matter, after he had suppressed a rising of some of his unruly nobles.

David II died unexpectedly, and at the height of his power, in Edinburgh Castle on 22 February 1371. He was buried in Holyrood Abbey. At the time of his death, it is said he was planning to marry his mistress, Agnes Dunbar, the niece of Agnes Randolph, who was known as “Black Agnes of Dunbar”. He left no children and was succeeded by his nephew, Robert II, the son of David’s half-sister Marjorie Bruce.

He was the last male of the short lived House of Bruce.

The pictures shows David II, King of Scots (pictured left) and Edward III, King of England from an excerpt from folio 66v of British Library MS Cotton Nero D VI medieval manuscript “Edward III and David II of Scotland, in a Historical Compilation" and t he map depicts the English west march adjoining Scotland, about 1590. It contains a detailed description of the course of the border, and was probably drawn by a border official to explain how and why English influence fluctuated in the march.

[dufferpuffer]

Got any lupin appearance hcs?

David Thewlis does such a good job at portraying most of who Remus is to me. But David is not Remus. He is David. It is very unfortunate, I know. If he WAS Remus then Remus would be real. For one thing he is too tall. For another - no grey hairs? Get older, dweeb. But he is the 'vibe'. He is the general framework. Did you want more HC than that? Alrighty then here's 2,000 words.

(Overview) Approaching Remus... nothing sticks out about his appearance or mannerisms. He stands casually, back hunched as he checks over his class notes. He's on the taller end of average, about 5'9"/175cm, but still average. His hair looks soft - a honey brown with light greys around his temples. He keeps it neatly combed, the part well defined - not bothering to hide how his hairline is receding in a widows peak.

(Vibe) Just an average-looking man in his 40s. (It's surprising that he is in his 30s.) And he IS average-looking. A slightly larger rounded nose, thin lips, a weak chin... as he looks down his jaw disappears into his neck. He doesn't look bad by any means. 'Handsome' would be a decent descriptor - but its not the first word most people would jump to, even if they agreed with it. He is fine. Plain. Acceptable. Agreeable. Just a guy. You're likely to forget how he looks the moment you turn your head away.

(Clothes) Even his clothes aren't particularly memorable: Brown tweed suit with a tie... notable only in that it is clearly muggle clothing and looks a little worn. (muggle second-hand clothes are cheap and more available. A smaller population of wizards means less consumption - most robes are custom fitted.) But a simple addition of a teachers cloak (or a cravat, tailcoat jacket, patterned waistcoat, velvet cap, pointed hat...) would be enough to blend in. At your first glance he looks like an enthusiastic Muggle Studies professor, or a traveling Ministry employee.

(Eyes) It's his first glance that shows off whats memorable about him: Big open eyes, a hazel where the outer, blueish rim is stronger in bright light - the honey-brown middle dominant when dim. They catch sight of you, his brows raising in gentle surprise - accentuating the lines on his forehead... and morphing the shape of his scars.

(Scars) Deep, red - but not angry. They seem both old and oddly recent: They don't look like they hurt anymore, nor are they likely to split and bleed, but they aren't the puffy, pale look you would expect. Some creature, probably magical, has torn his face apart. If you are well studied you can probably spot the telltale signs of a werewolf scar. Most people can't.

The largest is diagonal, splitting his eyebrow, crossing the bridge of his nose and onto the opposite cheek. How lucky it missed his eye. Another has split his bottom lip, making a divot - but has missed his upper lip. His neat-and-tidy pencil mustache grows uninterrupted - and accentuates the friendly smile he rests on when looking at you.

The savagery of his scars is the one thing about him that doesn't seem soft... the one thing thats sharp - other than his gaze.

(Manner) "Hello there! Is there something in particular you need...?" His smile doesn't waiver for even a moment. There's something wrong with it. His teeth are fine, straight enough, a normal yellow-white... but it's too steady. Too friendly. There's something in his bright eyes that is trying desperately to glimmer with playfulness... but instead looks wary and guarded. They don't dart about the room nervously, or stare fearfully - they are just so steady. The places he looks are calculated, making judgements... and keeping his conclusions hidden.

"...Very well. I apologize for not being a better host, but I'm rather busy I'm afraid. Please - make yourself at home." He turns back to his papers, flicking through them... before walking to his chair and sitting down. His gait is purposeful, letting his shoes clack loudly on the hard floor.

He tugs his sleeves up, revealing slender (and hairy) wrists from the baggy sleeves - and dips his quill to write.

(Hands) ...The fingers gripping the quill are wrong, too. Thin white scars. Fresh cuts. His knuckles all seem to stick out - some slightly angled in directions they shouldn't be. Some fingers can't quite close properly - and two are taped together, healing from a minor break. White callouses cover the pads of his fingers, like he has rubbed them on grit for years.

The thin wrists disappearing into his tweed jacket... equally thin ankles covered by socks peeking out from under his trousers... This man is skinnier than he appears, his clothes a little big on him.

By themselves these oddities are easy enough to pass off as a part of his job. He is a slightly awkward, poor, skinny guy who enjoys giving practical lessons and is quite the talented spell-slinger. He must be more a 'man of action' than first impressions let on. He gets into more scrapes than he should in the name of enthusiasm... . . . ... If you were to ever see him undressed... a different story is told. (Which is why he never undresses. Even in summer - two layers at all times.)

(Body Hair) He unbuttons and takes off his shirt, refusing to look anywhere but the floor. He is very hairy. Honey-brown peppered with patches of grey - covering him to a nearly comical degree. Enough to make you snort with surprise. ...He doesn't see the humor in it.

Covering his chest up to his collarbone - down over his entire stomach and groin... it only thins out a little as it crosses the crease to his thighs and down his legs, thinning out at the line where his socks grind on his shins. He's hairy on his back and ass too, though thinner - the underside of his arms are still hairless though, as are his sides... though the upper side of his arms are thick and brown. His pits impressively dense and grey.

If he wasn't so embarrassed he might tell you he has long given up on shaving. It was too itchy. You can see why - in some places the hair is thick enough to be called fur.

(Breaks) The hair might be a blessing in disguise - it obscures what else is wrong with him. Deep bruises of varying stages of healing sit around what you can see of his ribs... which are crooked. They stick out - he is thin after all - and they aren't parallel curves anymore. If you trailed your finger along them you could feel the cracks, the breaks that settled and reformed incorrectly.

A well-fed, healthy werewolf doesn't shatter on the full moon. They get ravenously hungry and hormonal - their body using the nutrients to shift smoothly and grow specific new muscles to help with the process. As they get older and experience more and more shifts - their body changes to be something in-between werewolf and man.

But Remus is not a well-fed, healthy werewolf. He keeps himself starved for a reason beyond simply being too poor to afford good food all the time: (Humanity) Ask any werewolf how long ago they think Remus was bitten and they'll say 10 years maximum. "He's got the body hair - but the backs of his ears aren't hairy yet. His nails still grow flat and he walks heel-to-toe. He's collected a good number of scars, but his body's still not used to shifting..." ...Jaws drop when you tell them its 30 years. There are teenagers more wolf-like than him.

He looks more human than he should... but at the cost of his physical condition. He is brittle, weak and always in joint pain somewhere.

(Body Scars) If you thought the scar on his face was deep - my god, his body... Splitting the hair on his torso like rips in shag carpet are long cross-crossing scars. Deep like the ones on his face, but larger. More.

He hurts himself some full moons - the smell of blood and the pain soothes his violent mind. The easiest, meatiest places to reach? His waist and thighs. Horizontal gashes in his ribs and waist. Vertical on the sides and front of his thighs. Diagonal on his hips and ass. He has a few other scars dotted here and there from others, mostly from his days as a spy. He has a few pale, fully-healed scars from his friends, too: Prongs' antlers and Padfoots teeth and claws. Nothing nearly as savage as what he has done to himself, though.

(Bite) He has tooth marks on his forearms and calves from chewing his own limbs, though they aren't as bad as the massive, stretched, warped punctures around his shoulder. "I was laying on my side when he climbed into my bedroom and sank his jaws into me. I suppose they look a little strange now, not muzzle-shaped at all... I've grown since I was 5." He will tell you. Out of any cut, bite or scratch those tooth marks look the reddest, the rawest, the angriest... and Remus says "Just standing under the moonlight is enough to make them sting."

(Body) He is right, he has grown since he was 5. In more ways than growing up. To shift into a werewolf is to shift into something bigger than you are – that changes your human body, too. Little by little. Older werewolves, the few that there are, get so hairy, misshapen and large that they can't remain in regular society at all. They either lash out bad enough after years of exclusion that they are sent to Azkaban, killed in 'self defense' – or embrace living in the wild like an animal at all times of the month. Hermits. (Sometimes they are spotted by muggles who mistakenly call them Sasquatch.) While Remus is 5'9"/175cm, if he weren't a werewolf he would likely be 5'7”/170cm or so. His spine has stretched – and as he isn't bulking up like most werewolves would, so he looks stretched. The bones bump out on his neck and upper back when he hunches, so he keeps the best posture he can to 'suck them in'. But to him it is worth it, because it means he is broken... but safe. (Werewolf) If you open a textbook, you will see photos and drawings of towering beasts - long like a man, but shaped like a canine. A muzzle overstuffed with wild teeth, forward-facing amber eyes, long fingers that end in savage claws, walking on the balls of their feet with a high hock - and a draping furred tail. They walk on all fours in an awkward loping gait - often standing up on two, their arms curled in, to sniff the air and howl. They aren't the most graceful beast, but have the strength of a bear due to their sheer size. You wouldn't want to be chased by one. ... Unless it was Remus. His body almost goes into shock every full moon, unable to draw on the energy and nutrients he needs. He doesn't grow a full pelt of fur. - so he looks diseased and bare. His skin stretches and sticks like wet leather to his bones. Just standing up on two legs takes enough effort to leave him panting. After a burst of adrenaline at moon-rise, he spends the rest of the night pottering about on all fours, laying down frequently to catching his breath and whimper with pain and hunger. But he knows what he is when he is well fed. When he was a teenager going on adventures with his friends, he was well fed on Hogwarts meals... and he was strong. Strong enough that a buck and a large hound were only just enough to drive him away from places he shouldn't go - the wounds he's get from them showed desperation. How irresponsible he was. Better a quivering heap... better a quivering man.

[the-gay-disney-games]

I felt like this piece of propaganda for The Fox and the Hound deserved its own post (also I didn’t want to crowd that post lmao)

This movie can be read as a queer allegory so easily.

Firstly, it starts with a woman named Widow Tweed adopting a fox cub. Foxes are known in society as being dangerous, but she treats the fox cub like she would any other pet. Tod the fox is essentially domesticated like a dog. Tweed isn't shown to have any children, Tod is her child. She can be read as both a widow/single mother or as a lesbian/lgbt woman that lives alone and minds her business.

Then we have Amos Slade the hunter. He's portrayed as sort of redneck character, loves hunting a lot. He gets himself a new dog, a puppy named Copper, because his other dog Chief is getting too old. Amos is shown to be intolerant as a person through the fact that he tries to shoot at Tod when the fox cub is young and Tod was playing with Copper inside Amos' property. Tweed yells at him and rushes to grab Tod and take him away, while Amos yells back that she can't keep such a dangerous animal around and that Tod needs to be put down. He also doesn't want his puppy Copper have anything to do with Tod, despite the two young animals having a growing friendship.

Just through the adults, it shows the dynamics of a possibly queer woman raising a queer child being shunned by society and told their child is a menace and needs to be hurt or worse, versus a straight white man with traditional American values/love of guns wanting to keep their child away from 'the wrong sort' and believing he knows best.

Then we have the actual main backbone of the film, Tod and Copper's friendship. They're a very wholesome and adorable pair. When they first meet they're curious about one another, never seeing the other type of animal before, sniffing each other, asking questions. But they quickly start playing with each other. They get along amazingly well and are as thick as thieves. Copper has no preconceived notions that Tod is 'dangerous' and Tod doesn't realize that he's 'different' or that Copper's a hunting dog that would be trained to hunt him. They're equals and love to play and explore, and call each other their best friend. They promise they'll be friends forever. Of course that can't happen, because of Amos' stubbornness and intolerance, his rigidity to tradition. Tod is born a fox even if he's been domesticated and acts more like a dog, and foxes are bad. He takes Copper away to take him hunting in the woods for a year, ripping apart the friendship his puppy and the fox kit have.

The pair are adults when Copper comes back. Tod tries to sneak in to speak to him. Copper tells him that they can't be friends anymore, which saddens Tod, who wanted them to go back to how things were before when they were kids, the closeness they had. Chief finds out about Tod and barks for Amos, starting a chase. Copper catches Tod but lets him go, trying to divert his owner from Tod's trail. Chief however finds Tod and keeps chasing him. The two almost get killed by a passing train, with Chief sustaining an injury. This enrages Copper and Amos, all of them swearing vengeance on Tod. Tod is horrified that his old best friend now wants him dead. Tweed is in tears as she realizes how much in danger Tod is, so she goes to a reserve to let Tod back into the wild. Later Copper and Amos go to the same reserve to hunt Tod. The hunters accidentally stumble across a bear and it's provoked to attack. Copper tries to fight the bear off to protect his owner, who had dropped his gun. Copper nearly dies but Tod jumps in to help in the fight, and the two end up falling down a river/waterfall. Amos goes to find Copper again, finding him with Tod and is ready to shoot. Copper positions himself in front of Tod to protect him and show his owner he's not going back on his friend again. Amos lowers his gun, realizing that Tod saved their lives. Tod and Copper reconcile, promising they're still friends and sharing one last smile, before Copper leaves the reserve forever. When he's at home, Copper reminisces about the day he met Tod, smiling to himself before falling asleep.

This film is literally THE perfect queer allegory, it's just told through animals than through people. Tod and Copper are so very gay, that sort of weird stage in queer best friendship where you're sort of in love with one another, but can't come to admit it because of issues coming up (like homophobic parents).

Help me I didn't realize I wrote an entire research paper in your submissions, I'm so sorry, I just adore this film and think it's underrated.

[feralplantwife]

On the 2023 Hugo Awards Disaster

I have a lot of huge feelings about the Hugo Awards disaster. I also have a personal stake, as Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao was the best book I read last year and the most fun I've had reading a book in a very long time, so I'm mad about that in particular.

First and foremost, what the goddamn fuck??? The Hugo Awards are pretty much the biggest awards for genre fiction, specifically science fiction and fantasy, which continue to be shat upon by tweed-cocooned academics and their pick-me constituents.

The fact that they chose to eliminate minority authors and their works for the supposed sake of censorship (racism/queerphobia) has pretty much invalidated the credibility of the Hugo Awards past, present, and future. A major honor for authors has been reduced to a dubious bragging right and the validity of the final results are now nil.

If they weren't prepared for the responsibility involved in holding the convention in a specific country and weren't up to the task of carrying out their duties as a committee within the confines of that country with the bare minimum integrity, then they shouldn't have done so. The Hugo Awards committee have insulted the nominated authors, insulted the Chinese science fiction/fantasy audience, and insulted any even casual enjoyers of genre fiction.

And let's make one thing perfectly clear: there is absolutely no excuse for this, this is blatant RACISM and QUEERPHOBIA and nothing else. If you check my reblog from yesterday or visit Xiran Jay Zhao or Neil Gaiman's own blogs, you can literally follow an email chain where these absolute ghouls pick and choose which authors and works they're going to eliminate without even the slightest hesitation or reluctance. Just business as usual for them it seems!

There is already a huge problem with racism and minority suppression within the science fiction and fantasy genres, which are still largely dominated in the mainstream by cisgender, heterosexual white people, and the literature is still rife with racial/queer stereotypes and bigotry. The fact that these systemic issues have so deeply infiltrated one of the highest honors a science fiction/fantasy author can receive speaks of a downward trend in current sociopolitical practices and offers a dark glimpse into the future not only for these beloved genres but also for us- the readers.

I feel so bad for the Chinese people who voted so diligently for this convention to be hosted in Chengdu, only to find that the authors who represent them (among authors as well) were eliminated behind closed doors for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with the merits of their works.

Because of the fandom spaces that I exist in, I get people screaming crying bitching moaning over not seeing boys kissing or whatever All The Time, on an almost daily basis, but the people who hurt the most because of the Chinese government's censorship are the citizens that exist under that censorship. Now, because of prejudiced weasels, this includes the truly exceptional authors that represent them on a HUGE scale overseas.

I'm furious with the awards committee on behalf of all of us and especially for them.

What can you do?

Activism takes many forms, most obviously ACTION. An accessible way for anyone to take action and combat this type of shitty behavior from literary influences like the World Science Fiction Convention and the Hugo Awards is to read diversely.

It makes you uncomfortable? Good! It makes you think? Even Better! It makes you learn? That's the best! Every time you buy a book, you're making the statement that this is what you want to read, this is what you value, this is what we need more of.

Can't buy books? Use your local library! Libraries keep records of what books get checked out the most, so if you check out diversely, they'll acquire more diverse literature for you to read. This is literally the basic foundation of how public libraries operate.

Support minority authors, and don't rely upon some committee to tell you which ones are worth reading. Ask BIPOC and Queer readers and authors instead. Our communities know best, and are happy to offer recommendations and contextual information to help you grow as both a person and a reader.

Fuck racism. Fuck the Hugo Awards. And Fuck Dave McCarty in particular.

And don't forget to reach out to info@TheHugoAwards.org and let them know your thoughts and feelings on this matter

[scapegrace74-blog]

The Man from Black Water, Chapter 1

A/N  Thanks to everyone who voted in my unofficial straw poll.  As you can see, I’ve decided to write the Outlander / Man from Snowy River crossover next, mostly because it requires the least amount of planning or research.  You can thank 38cm of fresh snow and a busted knee for the fact I churned out this first chapter so quickly.  Subsequent chapters should arrive at a rate of 2 or 3 per week.

For those not familiar with The Man from Snowy River, it was a movie released in 1982, set in frontier Australia.  This might seem like the least likely contender for a crossover, and maybe it is, but Jim Craig, the protagonist of the film, and Jamie Fraser share a lot of similarities, as do Jessica Harrison and Claire.  Plus, I just really love the film.  It’s pure rom-com fluff with a side of horses and history - what’s not to love?

For those who do know the movie, I have essentially shifted it to 1880s Scotland and made the necessary adjustments, plus a few extra twists to keep things fresh.  I will include a full character mapping in the notes on Ao3, if you’re interested.

Rocky clods of Scottish earth struck the pine coffin, their percussion muffled by a steady downpour and dark clouds that stole the daylight from the sky.  Insensible to the punishing weather, Jamie Fraser knelt in the mud by his father’s grave, his lips moving in silent prayer.  Rivulets of rain stained his auburn hair to mahogany, dripping from his forelock like tears.

Lallybroch’s thin soil had to be convinced to permit Brian Fraser’s burial, as though protesting his untimely death.  A wooden headstone marked the callous details of the Highlander’s life in roughly carved letters:  

                                  Brian Robert David Fraser

                                Died of Accident – May 1885

 Next to the freshly turned earth, another headstone was already grey and weathered to the point that it could barely be read:

                                   Ellen Mackenzie Fraser

                       Gone Home to God – December 1882

At long last, Jamie rose to his full height and redonned his tweed bonnet.  He trudged to where Murtagh awaited him in his ramshackle wagon, feeling far too broken for his nineteen years.  Rollo, the family dog, followed faithfully behind him.

“United in death, the minister said,” he looked up at Murtagh who sat in his only Sunday suit, impervious to the rain.

“Superstitious rubbish,” Murtagh spat.  “Fit fer widows an’ glaikit fools.”

“Tis’ a nice thought, Murtagh,” Jamie defended, tugging at his waistcoat with reddened hands.

“There’s more tae life than death, lad.”

Rollo’s ears pricked up, signaling danger with a low growl.  Riding out of the clag were a half dozen men, their faces obscured by thick beards and low-brimmed caps.

“Wha’ do they want?” Jamie said, pulling his shoulders back to brandish the height and breadth he’d inherited from his father.

“Campbells, by the look o’ them.  Best go ‘ave a listen tae wha’ they ‘ave tae say.”

By the tone of his voice, it was clear Murtagh knew what was coming, but Jamie did not.  The Campbell ringleader, a man with a barrel chest and a thunderous voice, ordered Jamie from his land until he was man enough to farm it.

“Lallybroch is my place now,” his voice rose in defiance.  “I own it!”

In the eyes of the law this statement was patently untrue, and Jamie knew it.  Centuries of tradition saw Highland crofts passed from father to son, while the local laird technically owned the land and collected rents for farms that were considered next-to-useless.  With the arrival of English land barons and the introduction of sheep farming, crofters were being pushed from their holdings, either by ever-increasing rents or through outright eviction.  In Glenshee, Brian Fraser had been one of the last hereditary crofters, clinging to his birthright by sheer tenacity and hard graft.  Now, Brian Fraser was dead.

“Look!” the Campbell henchman bellowed so loudly his horse jumped. “Ye’ll gang down tae the Lowlands, and earn the right tae live up here, jes as yer faither did.”

Without waiting for Jamie to acknowledge this ultimatum, the men wheeled their horses, galloping away until the mist enveloped them.

“I dinna ken what they’d have me do,” Jamie railed at Murtagh as he loaded his meagre belongings into his godfather’s wagon.  “Da sold off the stock bit by bit tae pay their criminal rents. If I leave, wha’s tae stop the Duke from seizing the land outright?”

“Tis a hard country.  Makes fer hard men,” Murtagh shared in his dour philosophical way, slapping his wooden prosthetic leg for emphasis.

Jamie slumped on the wagon’s bench, pulling an oilskin over his shoulders to escape the worst of the rain.  With a flick of the reins, the old wagon bounced across the rocky ground, heading away from Lallybroch.  From behind him, Rollo let out a plaintive whine.  Jamie kept his eyes fixed forward, refusing to glance back in farewell.

***

Unlike Brian Fraser, Murtagh Fitzgibbons had no right to his home, customary or otherwise.  He lived a bothy high in Glen Isla, so old it appeared to have sprouted directly from the stony earth.  There, he scratched out a meagre living raising a small herd of scraggly sheep and reiving the occasional cow that strayed into the secluded glen.

For as long as Jamie could remember, Murtagh also distilled whisky, guarding the location of his still and the source of its water with religious fervour.  Only Brian Fraser had known the secret and had taken it with him to his grave.  

Entering the bothy with an awkward but surprisingly spry gait, Murtagh set about unsmooring the fire and grabbing an unlabeled bottle from the mantle. Jamie stood in the centre of the familiar room, feeling like he might cry.

“A toast,” Murtagh proposed as he filled two filmy glasses with a pale amber liquid.  Lifting his glass to the heavens, he then intoned:

Here’s a bottle and an honest man – What would ye wish for mair, man. Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o’ care, man.

So catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man. Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man.

The poem was by Robert Burns, and one of Henry Fraser’s favourites.  Jamie raised his own glass in reply and knocked back the entire dram.  It burned his already tight throat and smoldered in his belly, making him forget the damp chill of the stone hut.  Dashing away an errant tear, he filled both glasses again and gave his own short but heartfelt eulogy.

“Tae Brian Fraser, the best man I knew.  May I do honour tae him as his son by keeping Lallybroch in Fraser hands.”

Two drams of whisky combined with the sorrows and indignities of the day, making Jamie’s temper burn hot.  His adolescent ego licked its wounds, committed to revenge both sudden and complete.  He would pour his heart and soul into making Lallybroch profitable once again, and once that was done, he would track down those Campbell henchmen and offer them the rough justice of his fists.

“Ye should concern yerself wi’ keepin’ yerself alive,” Murtagh injected his usual dose of cold reality.  “If ye return tae Lallybroch now, the Campbells will shoot first an’ ask questions later.”

“They’d ha’ tae catch me first,” Jamie blustered.

“Shouldna be sae hard, considerin’ ye’d be on foot.”  

Seeing the lad crumple at the renewed realization of his dire circumstances, Murtagh took pity on him and led him outside to where a small corral hid in the lee of a rock face.  The old nag responsible for pulling Murtagh’s cart stood next to the feed trough, dwarfed by a dark bay gelding with inquisitive ears and a kind eye.

“I’ve no notion of his breeding,” Murtagh began, “but he’s a Highland horse, sure-footed as they come.  He’s yours.”

“I canna pay ye fer him,” Jamie sputtered, shocked by his godfather’s generosity.

“He’s no’ fer sale,” the old man insisted gruffly.  “A man wi’out a horse is like a man wi’out a leg.”

Brian Fraser would often say that his old friend was like a sea urchin: spiny on the outside but filled with tenderness.  Never had this truth been more apparent.

Jamie climbed through the fence, extending a hand until the gelding nuzzled it warmly.  Despite everything, he smiled, having always felt a bond with any animal.

“Thank ye, Murtagh.  Truly,” he said with the utmost sincerity.   “Does he have a name?”

Murtagh grunted in the negative.

“I shall call him Donas, then.  A wee devil tae help me rain misery down on those scabby Campbell louts and win back Lallybroch.”

“Dinna throw effort after foolishness,” Murtagh admonished.  “Ye’ve got a lot tae learn about bein’ a man, Jamie Fraser.”

[roamwithahungryheart]

Time for my final fashion analysis, and oh boy did they pack a lot of punch with Rebecca's outfits in the final episode.

When Ted & Rebecca have That Conversation™ in the stands:

Joseph Tweed Chella Coat (also worn in 'Sunflowers')

Shaun Leane Quill Multi Bracelet (worn in 'Big Week')

Mulberry scarf from 'Rainbow' & 'Man City'

Shaun Leane Sabre Crossover earrings worn in 'Diamond Dogs' (Ted's White Knighting moment) & 'Midnight Train to Royston' (aka truth bomb 2)

This outfit represents Rebecca's version of rom-communism. It represents the hope that kills you. All of those individual pieces put together make Rebecca's plea for Ted to stay a wink to the audience. It's a love confession of sorts. The little things that remind her of him - and her belief in him - encouraging her to open her heart to Ted and try to change his mind. Unlike when she did this with Sam, there was an urgency to this moment. She knew she was running out of time. And yet, Ted still chose to leave. But she had to try.

Rebecca's airport outfit:

Dolce & Gabbana black Cordonetto lace and crepe coat 

Shaun Leane 'Serpent's Trace' earrings and bracelet (which she also wore in the first episode of season 3 when she was protecting herself from being hurt by Rupert. Now she's protecting herself from feeling the full extent of her hurt over losing Ted.)

Reiss burnt orange top from the pilot, Liverpool and 3x11 (when she wore it with the lasso ring)

STAUD Moon bag

YSL Arty ring

Again, this outfit is made up of little pieces that connect her to Ted. However, this time, the connection is much more emotional. These pieces represent vulnerability. And that's exactly what we see when they say goodbye to each other.

When Rebecca tells her mother Ted is leaving, she jumps straight into telling her about how she felt when Rebecca's father died.

Rebecca shows up to the airport in a black lace coat. As much as she dismissed her mother's comments to begin with, she takes them to heart here. She's acknowledged the depth of her feelings for Ted (whether platonic or romantic, that's up to interpretation) and treats their goodbye like a funeral. She is, for all intents and purposes, a widow.

[beasanfi1997]

Fox and Hound and Tarzan are very similar stories because Todd and Tarzan were adopted by Widow Tweed and Kala and Amos Slade accuse Todd for nothing to After his chicken and Chief while Kerchak warns Kala about Tarzan. Then Tarzan and Todd as adults, they abbonded their adopted family and they return to their original home meeting Vixey and Jane Porter but then they react that Kala, Kerchak, Gorillas, Copper and Amos Slade are in dangers where Clayton and the bear tried to Attack them, Todd and Tarzan arrives to save them killing the enemies.

[superdogbiter]

Also put in the tags how hard you cried at the one you picked

[midnightmah07]

Hello Mah! ♡

Yes, Cathie is strong and powerful!

Speaking of Cathie....you know how I was talking about making a kid for them earlier?

So I don't know if you've seen it, but a Disney movie i've always liked is The Fox and the Hound. I know the movie is sad in some parts, but I loved Cooper and Tod's friendship, and Widow Tweed.

Because of this, I really want Cater and Ruthie to have a son based on Tod (the fox in the movie) But I know if I did that, he'd be a fox beastman, and that wouldn't really work as a biological child for them.

So I was thinking: In the movie, Tod is orphaned and taken in/raised by Widow Tweed. So what if it's the same case with Cathie's son, where he was orphaned but taken in/adopted by Cater and Ruthie? ♡♡♡ I think it would be so sweet!

Of course, I would like to give them a biological child too, but I just really like this idea, and would love to know your thoughts!

Thank you! ♡

YESSSS YES YES YESS THAT'S SO CUTE I LOVE THAT!!!!!!!!! I love the fox and the hound (but I barely rewatch it bc as u said it's very sad) and the idea of their child being adopted is so cute😭😭😭 please do it I love that...