#biff gets an ask

[long-lost-mcguffin]

biff its still june trust what flavour of lgbt sandwich do each of the ninja eat

my joke answers

zane: it’s/it nonbinary

jay: he/him cishet

kai: she/her cishet

nya: she/they bisexual

cole: he/him cis gay

lloyd: they/them ace and cishet

pixal: they/she nonbinary

srs answer under cut i go into way more detail LOL

zane

-he/him

-androgynous with a slight masc lean. he doesn’t go for very femme/masc outfits unless the situation calls for it. that’s not to say he dislikes that sort of fashion, it’s just not his thing. he prefers simple clothes with simple designs and fits. he LOVES suits though, they make him feel mature.

-demiromantic heterosexual. very monogamous, politely shuts down all fan attempts to flirt with him. he gushes about pixal every chance he gets in interviews.

jay

-they/he

-non-binary with heavy masc presentation. realized they weren’t as cishet as they thought they were when he started dating nya. they felt like masculinity was an act they had to put up out of insecurity. over time he got more comfortable with masculinity(with nya’s help). he likes flamboyant clothing and gets a lot of fashion inspiration from vintage magazines.

-bisexual. with the support of nya(before and after their s3 breakup) he started experimenting romantically and sexually. when he started getting semi-famous for tv stuff, they definitely used it to his advantage to get hookups and paid it off with hush money. it fueled their ego in a very hollow way.

kai

-preference for he/him but it’s not that important to him

-is also very nonchalant about his gender, but his fashion style is function over literally everything else. his bright yellow skirt has deeper pockets than his cargo pants? he’ll wear it.

-questioning. considered himself hetero comfortably for a very long time, then after meeting skylor started to think about experimentation. he’s a flirt for the show of it, but actual romance and intimacy makes him VERY shy. dude is hella suppressed.

nya

-she/he

-always considered herself a very masc tomboy, she looked up to kai a lot during their childhood and sorta subconsciously modeled himself presentation-wise after her older brother. sooner or later he identified as trans-masc and started using t-gel around s7. she’s also very function-oriented in her clothing but the aesthetics are a little higher on the list compared to his brother.

-also considered herself heterosexual for a very long time, but it wasn’t until after zane’s death in s3 that she really questioned his own sexuality. she did car odd-jobs around ninjago city for money and met all varieties of people doing it. eventually settled on pansexual with a preference for masc people.

cole

-he/him

-trans man. loves his masculinity and being a teddy bear. started crying when he grew in a patchy beard because it was so euphoric. started doing testosterone in secret pre-s1 and got bottom surgery during s7. there was a lot of cake when he got home from the hospital.

-knew from a very young age that he was not straight. wanting to rebel, he started sneaking out with the boys/girls from his dance classes during recital rehearsals. after zane’s death in s3 when he moved to the forest, he started to realize how gay he was being around all the shirtless men.

lloyd

-all pronouns, no preference.

-intersex, didn’t really give his gender much thought until after s5 when she began feeling SEVERE impostor syndrome and dysphoria after morro’s possession. began a process of “reclaiming” her body by binding her chest for a while(with cole’s help), which then lead to t-shots and top surgery. now identifies as non-binary with a masc lean.

-bisexual with a heavy preference for women. she definitely wrote a few fritz donnegan x reader in their Darkely’s note books. Had a few crushes on some of their fellow students, but never really pursued them for fear of being not evil enough. becoming the green ninja and getting super famous overnight means he got a LOT of fans asking him on dates. after the first 8 failed dates, they stopped being interested in romance until harumi.

pixal

-she/he

-demiromantic pansexual. like his partner, very monogamous and is not interested in anybody else. she experiences aesthetic attraction often and loves fashion as gender expression. gives compliments on outfits as often as he can.

-genderfluid. designed herself a bunch of different outfits while in zane’s mind when she had the time. he wanted to try masculine clothes for a very long time, but was worried zane wouldn’t be attracted/supportive. being samurai x was her avenue to discovering gender fluidity, and after revealing himself as samurai x, came out to zane in private. he supported them full-heartedly and lent her some of his clothes.

[a-ikuoliver]

i have 3 birth charts saved to my phone and its mine, my partners and my fav of my partners exes and that says all u need to know ab me ever

[cosmogyros]

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[cheriboms]

what if i told you that i had a 500+ page google doc chronicling my efforts to transcribe the bttf telltale game into a full script line by line

[dreamsteddie]

Stretch Zone

I was feeling inspired and wrote the first little bit of this Yoga Steve Steddie and Buckingham au I was playing with yesterday. Not sure if I'll continue with it, but I had some dialogue floating around in my head and wanted to let it out.

I'm not really experienced in writing dialogue so my apologies if it came out weird.

Part Two

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Steve thinks Robin is being ridiculous, but at the same time, he knows firsthand how far someone will go for a crush. Robin calls him a “loverboy” which, is not completely off the mark but feels unnecessary to point out right after Steve gets ghosted…again.

But that’s beside the point. The point being that Robin has been going off about how she cornered herself into going to an intermediate yoga class to try and woo the cute girl who sits in front of her in her mandatory Writing 212 class. Apparently, Robin got a full two minutes of conversation in with said girl, a real feat since Robin usually spends the whole class psyching herself up to talk to her and then chickens out and dashes out the door as soon as class lets out. During said conversation, Robin found out Chrissy is a yoga instructor at the rec off campus, which resulted in Robin blurting out that she’s been meaning to take up yoga again (she’s never been) and that she’ll stop by a class sometime.

Which leads to now.

“-and I’ve never done yoga! I’ve never even thought about yoga except for that one time my hippie aunt Jen came to stay with us for a week and took up the entire living room every morning to do her weird stretches-” breath “and you know how clumsy I am! I’m going completely fall on my face and the angel that is Chrissy Cunningham is going to know that I’m a failed jock with no coordination and she’ll never fall in love with me!” she finally stops, taking a big heaving breath.

Steve, used to these occasional Robin Buckley rants had been leaning against the breakfast bar letting her go on for the last three and a half minutes. Sometimes it’s just better to let her get it out first.

“You done?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m done,” she replies, flopping on the sofa behind her like all the wind has gone out of her sails. Steve hates to see her upset, but at the end of the day, it’s an easy fix.

“Sweet. So I’ll just go with you alright? And when you completely biff it and fall on your face I’ll just,” he steps away from the bar and mimes falling onto the couch next to her, ignoring her over-exaggerated oof, “fall even harder, or whatever. Make a whole scene of it.” Robin glares a little at the when, but ultimately can’t be upset when they both know it’s inevitable.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyes big and blue in a way that always makes Steve want to punch a wall. He doesn’t. Only did it once when they were both supremely drunk and feeling emotional, but he does wrap his arms around her narrow shoulders.

“Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll even find a cool yoga babe of my own to woo,” he says waggling his brows in a way that makes her scrunch up her nose.

“As if Harrington. I bet you’ll fall even more than me. You’re big jock muscles aren’t designed for flexibility,” she says with a faux pretentious accent.

“We’ll see about that, Buckley.”

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Steve, much to Robin’s chagrin, does not fall on his face. Well, he does once, but it’s only because he’s following through on his promise to crash out for her when she falls on her face. Which she does almost as soon as Chrissy gives the instruction to lift their left leg while in downward dog. Unfortunately, it only worked the first time. The second time Robin crashed down, Steve wasn’t in a safe position to fall with her. By the time he was, the moment had passed. Luckily it’s nearing the end of the class when it happens and Chrissy mercifully releases them to relax into a corpse pose which, if you asked Robin, was perfectly fitting given the situation.

Steve though.

Steve really enjoyed the class.

Robin was right when he said his usual exercise regime wasn’t necessarily focused on flexibility and balance, but he finds yoga challenging in a gentler way than basketball or swimming. By the end of the day, he’s signing up for the full 12-week course and talking to Chrissy about what kind of equipment he should invest in.

“The most important thing is the grip. Mine was really expensive but I use it for work so I wouldn’t get the same one unless you’re planning to use it every day. If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I can send you some links to more reasonably priced ones.” Wow, Steve gets why Robin likes her so much. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. Part of him wonders if she’s hitting on him, but she seems like she genuinely wants to help, not take him on a date.

“Sure, yeah, that would be great. Let me just…” he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, handing it over to the girl in front of him. She puts in her name and number, which, is always good. Steve is so bad with names he wouldn’t want to spell it wrong and give Robin another reason to make fun of him. She hands it back and Steve is getting ready to say his goodbyes and go hunt down Robin, who fled as soon as the class went out, but Chrissy starts talking before he can.

“You came with Robin, right? Robin Buckley?” She blurts out, clearly nervous. “We’re in class together but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!” It’s not that Steve thinks she’s lying, but there’s an undercut of something that makes him think Robin might not be alone in her pining.

“Yeah, we came in together.” He lets it hang, watching as her shoulders slump a little. “But we’re not dating or anything. I’m, uh, not really her type.” Her eyes go a little wide at his emphasis on type, perking up at the knowledge that Robin isn’t dating.

Oh yeah, he thinks, she’s got it just as bad.

[scribefindegil]

Lorraine Baines McFly and Female Autonomy

Hello. I have spent the past month slowly losing my mind about Lorraine Baines McFly, Marty's mom in Back to the Future, so I am finally trying to articulate some of the reasons I'm so feral about her.

There's a quote from Lea Thompson, the actress who played Lorraine, that goes, "The three parts that women usually get to play are virgins, whores, and mothers, and in Back to the Future Part II, I got to play all three." While this is commentary on Hollywood and the limited roles that fictional women get forced into, I think it's also interesting to think about it in terms of how these roles are reflected onto actual women and used to limit their personhood and confine them to a very narrow range of acceptable behaviors . . . and then in turn to think about how the character interacts with these roles on a Watsonian level. They're affecting not just Lorraine the character as she was written, but Lorraine from an in-universe perspective trying to navigate life as a woman in a patriarchal world. Some of the sexism she faces is a deliberate narrative choice and some of it is a result of the writers' blind spots, but for the purpose of this essay I'm less interested in teasing out which threads are which and more in looking at it holistically.

Because the thing about Lorraine is that she's aware of what the acceptable roles and behaviors for women are, and the versions that we see of her across the various timelines alternately fight against and capitulate to these constraints. What is a woman allowed to be? How much is Lorraine willing to break from those restrictions? How much does she allow other women to break from them? Does she resent her role or embrace it? I have a lot of thoughts specifically about how the different iterations of her interact with concepts of female agency and autonomy.

(Putting this under a cut because it is. Long.)

I started thinking about this when I was talking with my partner about 50's Lorraine. She's extremely active and driven and planning to Get What She Wants (in a way that is very scary, if you are Marty) . . . but at the same time she's clearly aware that she isn't supposed to be. A Good Fifties Girl is demure and passive. Lorraine isn't--but she's still trying to toe the line. I think constantly about the scene where she shows up at Doc's garage to be like "I followed you home . . . so that I can ask you to ask me to the dance." The girl can embrace borderline stalking but she draws the line at directly asking a boy out! She's exercising a lot of agency but views doing so as rebellious and subversive--and risky.

And I also want to talk about the whole "boy crazy" thing because like . . . society (especially in the fifties) tells women that the most important thing they can possibly do is find a good man and become wives and mothers, that this will define the success or failure of their entire lives (and given how many things were unavailable to single women at the time this is in many ways true) . . . and then relentlessly mocks and punishes anyone who actually takes an interest in pursuing this instead of just sitting back passively and waiting. She is trying to do what society says will make her happy! And even her desire for a white knight is very much based in the reality of her situation! She's getting sexually harassed at school and around town and she's doing exactly what she's supposed to and standing up for herself and saying no and fighting back--and this is not enough. She does need backup! Biff harasses her in the middle of a crowded cafeteria and Marty is the ONLY person who does anything! No fucking wonder she latches onto him as hard as she does! (There's. I promise this is related but there's a BttF parody musical on YouTube where when Strickland comes to break up the lunchroom fight he says, "Now, I can excuse sexual harassment, but LIGHT SHOVING?" and like it's a haha funny joke but also?? Yeah?? That IS how it works. The way Lorraine's being treated is so overlooked and normalized that the authority figure isn't going to step up the way he will when it's a physical altercation between two guys. Screams.) I wonder if part of the reason she stuck with George in the original timeline even though they didn't have a lot in common is that "I have a boyfriend" is a boundary that some people might actually take seriously whereas "I'm not interested" is not.

But. In general 50's Lorraine is very much about grabbing as much agency as she feels she's allowed to . . . and then Twin Pines Lorraine is what happens when she regrets the result of those choices (because while we don't see it, it's pretty obvious that in the original timeline she pursued George as aggressively as she pursues Marty in the new one), and so she decides to deny, not just her own agency, but female agency as a general concept. She leans so heavily on the idea that her relationship was "meant to be" because it absolves her of any culpability in creating a life she's unhappy with. She's rewritten her own past to view herself as a passive participant in something inevitable. (Exactly the view of womanhood that she was fighting so hard against in the 50's!) And she extends this idea of female passivity to the women around her: telling Linda that she should sit back and wait and a relationship will "just happen," actively resenting Jennifer for doing something as simple as calling Marty on the phone. It's a really interesting form of internalized misogyny, perpetuating these sexist ideas as almost a misguided form of self-defense.

And then for Lone Pine Lorraine this is completely flipped! She loves Jennifer for the same reason she disliked her in Twin Pines: because she reminds Lorraine of her younger self. And like . . . this is something of an extrapolation, but while obviously her husband and kids are still very important to her, it also feels like she has interests and friends and other things going on in her life, whereas part of the isolation of Twin Pines is that her life has shrunk down to the point where she's ONLY a wife and mother with nothing else to define herself by. And it also matters that in this timeline she has a partner that supports her, not just in the big dramatic moments (although also that), but you can easily see the dance as a catalyst for George actually learning to listen to her and stand up for her about smaller things as well. George McFly feminism arc. (I'm being slightly facetious but like. George starts off kind of shitty. The spying is actively Bad and I hope Marty chewed him out for it offscreen, but also his reaction to the harassment scene being "I think there's someone else she'd rather go with," implying that he sees what Biff is doing as like. Normal flirting that he expects to work. He doesn't GET it. Unsurprising because he is. A teenage boy in the fifties. But I do believe that saving Lorraine was something of a wakeup call and after that he listened to her about things that make her uncomfortable and gave her the support that she needed. Which would also give her a lot more freedom in this timeline because she has someone with more societal power who has her back!)

And then. Hell Valley.

If Lone Pine is the version of Lorraine who has the most freedom, the most opportunities to make decisions based on what she wants instead of What Is Expected Of A Woman, Hell Valley is the opposite. The things denying her agency in Twin Pines is largely societal forces (and herself); in Hell Valley she is actively being denied autonomy by her evil husband who functions as the personification of a bunch of sexist ideas.

She's been objectified to the point that she doesn't maintain control over her own body; Biff pressures her to get cosmetic surgeries so she can continue to look attractive to him because that's the only value he sees in her. Her physical appearance is entirely tailored to his preferences.

Biff's view of Lorraine is wife-as-possession. He treats her like a prize he's won and her kids like parasites. And he is NOT subtle about this. But Lorraine is still desperately clinging to the idea that she's wife-as-family. She calls Biff "your father" to Marty when he arrives, and talks about "our children" because she wants so so badly for this to be something different than what it is. It's especially terrible because this is a timeline where she got seventeen years of being happy with George, she knows what she's missing, and she keeps trying to force this new relationship into a similar mold even though Biff is openly contemptuous of her and especially her kids. It's been twelve years and she's still trying to pretend. To call back to that Lea Thompson quote: it's obvious where Biff thinks Lorraine fits on the virgin-mother-whore axis, while Lorraine is actively trying to centralize her motherhood partially because the kids really are that important to her and partially as a defense mechanism.

(And it's also such a bleak cautionary tale about how fragile women's stability can be when they're dependent on their husbands; Lorraine was happy with George and had a fair amount of freedom, but he was the only one with an income so when he died she was suddenly forced into a truly horrific situation because she had no other means to support herself and her three young children. Especially given that the Hell Valley universe is also worse in some broader political ways that mean there were probably even fewer social supports available than in real life 1973)

And god. It kills me the way that we see her lash out, the way she's clawing for autonomy when she threatens to leave . . . and then exactly how Biff levels all his axes of control against her. It's very interesting that his first tactic is consumerist (Who will pay for all your things? Who will take care of you?) and that doesn't work even though not being able to support herself is a very real concern. It's only when he threatens her kids that she folds. And then she immediately crumples and pivots to rationalizing Biff's behavior and blaming herself for her own abuse (in a way that is both HEARTBREAKING and also? surprisingly sympathetic and realistic for an 80's movie?). It's similar to the passivity we see in Twin Pines, but here we see exactly where it comes from. She doesn't have any way out so she has to pretend. It's the only way she can keep going. She has these flashes of rage but they're immediately snuffed out by despair and denial.

There's not a lot of talk about Lorraine and what there is tends to reduce her to "well she's Marty's mom" as if she's a boring character who doesn't have a lot going on. But even though most of her role in the movies has to do with her relationships with the various men in her life, those relationships are really interesting if you actually pay attention to them! She's not just (in the 80's) a wife and mother--she's someone who has a complex relationship with marriage and motherhood and the societal expectations surrounding them. She's not just (in the 50's) a vapid boy-crazy girl--she's doing her best to go after what she wants in a world that doesn't want her to (the fact that one of the things she wants turns out to be her time-traveling son from the future is unfortunate but not something she has any way of knowing!). She's stuck in a society that doesn't want women to be people, and she knows this, and because we see her across two different time periods and three different timelines you can watch how sometimes society grinds her down until she gives in and tries not to be a person. And also how, sometimes, she fights back.

[raining-anonymously]

rewatching pnf season 1 & 2 and here are some of the neurodivergent highlights!

“obsession rocks!!!” said at a moment when candace and stacy were gleefully bonding over their love of the bettys. the joy of new hyperfixation!!!!

“fossils! dun dun dun…” my man lawrence vocal and audio stimming let’s go!

perry crashes in, heinz doesn’t react, perry goes over to heinz and pokes him in the nose, revealing heinz is an inflatable decoy. perry immediately pokes the inflatable nose several more times! autism is stored in the platypus

jeremy tells candace he’ll call her soon, so cancace goes into waiting mode the next morning and tries to find the exact meaning of “soon.”

candace (scared of heights) on a ferris wheel. jeremy asks her what’s wrong and candace wordlessly indicates the drop. she contonues not to speak after jeremy comforts her. loss of speech!

phineas usually displays empathy, but when buford loses biff, phineas shows annoyance and doesn’t seem to empathize. nevertheless, he helps buford both with emotional support and by working to solve the problem. this is because i’m projecting fluctuating empathy onto him and also because empathy ≠ kindness.

baljeet owns a lot of books on a seemingly uninteresting topic (shoelaces). conclusion- he fixated on the topic in the past and got all the information he could find at once!

one of dr. d’s schemes is entirely because he considers the noise outside his building to be too loud and he can’t concentrate. he gets off-topic in conversation and apologizes, blaming his lack of focus on the noise. it’s harder to act neurotypical when you’re sensory overloaded, ok?

at one point heinz tells perry that there’s a tin cup inside his cage for him to play with, specifically because of the sound it makes. perry proceeds to move this tin cup around for a while.

vanessa sensory overloaded by the sound of heinz building vs heinz making incoherent sounds while he builds (vocal stimming!). in a different episode vanessa uses earbuds to deal with her dad making noise.

honorable mention: stacy and candace reading all of sherlock holmes in one night / dressing as the characters the next day

[pretentious-basterd]

WWDITS FINALE thoughts (that nobody asked for)

so that was an end of an era. binge-watching all the seasons of this funny little vampire show got me through quite a depressing time of my life this year so i will forever be grateful for that.

there is this ongoing argument whether it was queerbaiting or shipbaiting and the only consensus is over the fact that the fans (or at least a portion of them who possess media literacy) were baited.

show creators will bend over backwards trying to avoid a show being accused of fan-service, like it is a bad thing, though this begs the question then what is the alternative of fan-service ? a hindrance-to-haters ? anyway, wwdits has managed to take the secret third path and pissed off the fans, or at least the ones who cared about character development and writing.

since the past few months i have been frothing in the mouth for canon nandermo so of course the ending did not satisfy me but unfortunately that was not even the worst part of the finale, and also of the final season overall.

guillermo's journey to find himself is over and he got nothing out of it and he is back in that house doing what nandor wants

nandor inexplicably okay with guillermo leaving felt so out of character after everything (the one guillermo did for the camera)

no (concluding) character arcs for nadja and laszlo

laszlo raising colin robinson storyline got no closure

another guidor jumpscare

all of a sudden the guide is a republican (i understand it is supposed to be a joke but it is not a very funny one)

nadja doll tossed aside

monster bride arc dropped in two minutes

no explanation for why colin robinson beat guillermo all of a sudden (i was sure that was building upto something)

what happened to nandor'a small djinn lamp?

however i do not want to get too parasocial about a tv show because in true fashion of everything in life you don't always get whatever you want and especially not in the way you want it. not everything ends in a neatly wrapped bow tie. life goes on and you do move on, as one does.

i will end my rant with a big thank you to the showrunners and the writers for creating a show with such great earlier seasons that the fans are having these strong emotional reactions about the ending (they did biff the landing and making meta jokes about it doesn't erase that). another big thanks especially to kayvan novak and harvey guillen for acting and portraying the characters in the way they did (they know what they did with all those yearning glances and made it as gay as possible) in spite of the writing that never supported their vision (even though they keep backtracking in s6 interviews for obvious reasons lmao) !!

[bts-trans]

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It'll be released in December🥰

Picture Translation: [29th BIFF] RM Documentary, the reason CJ 4Dplex is taking on global distribution

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[marymary-diva17]

Girl at this point giving you requests is my hobby.

New idea: how about instead of a hated sully!reader, we could have a favorite child reader.

Like, eywa decided that she'll be the strongest and most skilled future Ole'eykatei, so all of the attention is towards her, overlooking the rest of her siblings.

She's Lo'ak's younger twin sister, but she's made the future clan leader because she's special.

She doesn't mind her role or destiny, but she's also kind and wise and calm every time, helping her siblings whenever they need her.

She has scars from defending the clans but also from fighting the sky people, making Jake and Neytiri more attentive of her instead of her siblings.

Ps: she's very tall and biff for na'vi, like 9'11 with big fangs and a lot of admires.

I don't mind if you can't do it, just wanted to give you a new idea.

Sully family x reader

Jake and neytiri had started a family after the war and the rebuild of the clans as well, what they didn't know was that they were going to be blessed big family. A wonderful family indeed but it was hard for them at times to see that they had favor their kids and left some in the shadows. You are one of their favorites kids and you have seen the effect of favoritism your parents have done, on your family and hated it even the clan did the same thing as well.

Y/n " hey I'm going out scouting and maybe some hunting" you had entered the common area of your family home, as you soon came across your twin brother neteyam, your dad and your uncle Tsu'tey.

Jake " that good always doing the best for my clan, it good that you are your brother as taking your roles seriously"

neteyam " we are planing a bit more attack plans wish to stay and help us"

y/n " I will love to big brother but that your specialty remember you are always good that planning them out, I'm mostly good with the escape plans for the family and clan"

Tsu'tey " your sister is very honorable neteyam giving your credit for you work and role in the clan"

neteyam " yes she is"

y/n " oh yes dad kiri and tuk had went off with grandmother to help her today, as I had helped her yesterday"

Jake " you know you always amazing me sharing responsibility and titles with your siblings, most kids wouldn't do that"

y/n " I love and care about my family hey why don't you ask lo'ak to help he at age to start helping dad, he will become a warrior when he older"

Jake " I think lo'ak is better suit for something else then is" you hated it when you father shot down your ideas of letting lo'ak help, when it came to battle plans. Your mother and father always favored you and your siblings more, and it always left lo'ak in the shadows at times.

y/n " yes sir" you had soon grabbed your arrow and blade and soon left home, you had become a skilled warrior, hunter, healer, and spiritual guide so a young age. Your body had become strong over the years of training and you are tall for your age as well, but not as tall are the other warrior women of the clan.

y/n " hey lo'ak spider" you had been walking when you came across lo'ak and spider.

lo'ak " hey sis"

spider " hey y/n"

y/n " hey I was going hunting and scouting maybe mixed with explore and some fun, and I was wondering if my boys will love to come verse staying here all day"

lo'ak " are you sure"

y/n " yes I love spending time with you two"

spider " yes we will come we have out stuff anyways"

y/n " good now come with me and let have some fun" spider and lo'ak soon had walked away from home with you, as the tiro was walking it was easy to tell something was the matter.

y/n " what the matter and don't lie I know something the matter with you two"

lo'ak " once again it feels like we are being left out of stuff, dad lets neteyam in during his meetings and our sisters get time with mom and grandmother ... and you get to do both"

y/n " ......"

spider " no matter what we do we will see be seen as outsiders, to all the grown ups"

y/n " I can see where you guys are coming from"

lo'ak " we know you do your best to make sure we get involved but, it seems to fall on deaf ears"

y/n " yes I have tried my best like I have done with all our siblings and I will not stop trying, and I hate the favoritism that is played it makes me sick"

spider " thanks y/n"

y/n " anytime"

lo'ak " now come on let get some hunting down or anything else done" you had soon laugh and soon the boys had followed in laughter, after everyone was done laughing the group soon went back to their mission of the day.

y/n " this will be good place there always something good here to hunt"

spider " got it we will look out for anything"

y/n " good"

lo'ak " let see what we can caught today" the tiro was looking around trying to find anything.

spider " hey over here" everyone soon raced to where spider was at and soon saw some animal tracks.

lo'ak " It not that far from here we can track it down and it seems like it with a herd, so we might caught one or more"

y/n " then lets get going" The tiro soon followed the tracks and soon found the massive herd by the water. The three of them were looking at the herd and soon each other.

lo'ak " there are some big one there"

y/n " yes it will be good for the clan so boys which one"

spider " you are letting us pick"

y/n " yes so which one"

spider and lo'ak " that one over there" you and seen the on they had pointed out, you had nodded at them and soon everyone got ready for the hunt. The herd had started moving making the hunt even more challenging but the tiro was not giving up, as the ran after the herd as the animals were speeding up.

y/n " I will fire the first shot and then you two can follow after"

lo'ak and spider " yes" you had fired the shot hitting the beast but it was not going down yet. Lo'ak and spider had fired arrows at the same time soon bring down the beast.

y/n " you guys did it that amazing"

spider " but you could of shot it down you are good hunter" spider was not wrong your strength could of help you make the hunt, over right there but you didn't.

y/n " I could but I knew you two could do it as well"

lo'ak " thank sis"

y/n " now you two can do the honorary rights of the hunters, now come" lo'ak and spider came with you and had the rights and ways of the clan.

y/n " I'm proud of you both now we have to call and get this home"

spider " thank you"

lo'ak " yes thank you"

y/n " anytime" you had made the call to your dad who came with neteyam and tsu'tey along with your and lo'ak banshees to help bring the hunt back home.

Jake " good hunt my daughter"

y/n " dad yes I fired the first shot but it was lo'ak and spider had brought down the kill"

tsu'tey " they did"

y/n " yes they are good hunters and my future hunts I hope they will come with me and anyone else who wishes to come, as my brother and spider are good hunters"

Jake " you make me proud son"

tsutey " you make me happy and proud spider my son"

lo'ak and spider " thank you"

neteyam " you did a good job today"

y/n " thank you I will do anything for our family"

neteyam " I know you will and that will make you a great leader with me"

y/n " yes but only the future will tell" neteyam had smiled at you, lo'ak and spider did get praise for their hunting skills. It seems like after all you had been able to help lo'ak and spider find some position in the clan after all. You had made a promise to do anything for your family, and make sure they are given all the love and support from the family and clan no matter what happens.

[long-lost-mcguffin]

So I forgot my main fandom blog is a side one so this will have to do.

Can we go a bit in-depth with Morro's relationship with Kai, Nya and Lloyd in the Pirate AU?

-Pandemonium Kidz

YEEEEEEES THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION TY

like i said in my intro post to the au, Kai and Nya are like younger siblings to Morro because he found them without their parents and he was sympathetic. he also saw that instead running away like most children, they stood up to him and defended their home which was a good sign of maturity and bravery.

once they’re a bit older, Nya becomes Morro’s right hand because of her ability to control water which is INSANELY useful when encountering other ships. they steer the ship together using water and wind. her water powers are incredibly powerful but a lot less refined as result of her training, and she’s a lot scrappier with fighting. as a result, they’re very close combat-wise,

Kai is Morro’s lead strategist and cannon-master, but Morro’s ship, the Black Drake doesn’t have any cannons. instead, Kai uses his fire powers to burn enemy sails and ships, propelled further by Morro’s wind. Morro trusts him more with combat advice than Nya(no shade but she gets very excited about fighting people in this LOL). Kai doesn’t always agree with Morro’s choices or morals, but he’s captain.

Lloyd is…odd. Morro finds him hanging from that roof post from s1 and is like “how’s revenge sound? >:)” and then brings him back to the ship with food. Nya immediately loves Lloyd like they’ve been siblings forever and Kai is hesitant because. this is a child. why is a child playing with the swords. But Morro eventually realizes that this is in fact a child and the skill that comes with child wrangling. and then finds out about the green ninja prophecy……….. that’s gonna be messy

[m1ssunderstanding]

Notes on Nowhere Boy

Finally posting the long version of the close-watch I did for @sleeper9's Fete zine. The bad thing about me is I hate spending money and love pirating shitty quality versions of movies. The good thing about the Beatles fandom is we're used to dealing with grainy pics. Anyways, here goes!

The opening ten seconds really do set the tone for the film, and here's why. It's the opening of A Hard Day’s Night where the boys are running from a hoard of screaming fans and George biffs it. John sees him go down, laughs, and keeps running. Only here, it's just John. George’s fall has been erased, making John into a cocky, if slightly insane, little lone hero. 

Mimi: do I ignore you? No. So please don't ignore me. Me: ummm, yeah you do ignore him, Mimi. Enough to leave deep psychological scars. But it's fine. Moving on.

Ugh, Uncle George is so sweet! I wonder how much of John's sweetness he learned from him. I wish we knew more about him.

Actually that was Jim that set up a cord running into Paul's room from the radio downstairs. But it fits Uncle George's character, so it works. 

Why did they make Mendips look a lot more working class than it actually was? No fancy iron fence, no pretty hexagonal outcropping, no stained glass veranda? 

Aaron Taylor Johnson is nailing it though. The laugh sounds very John, and this posture? Perfect. 

Okay but if that doesn't heartbreakingly encapsulate John and Mimi I don't know what does. Uncle George has just died. John goes to Mimi, wraps her from behind in a tight embrace and lets out a sob. Her response is to push him away. “Please, let's not be silly. If you want to do that, go to your room.” Alright, it's making me feel things, it's winning me over. 

John making his cousin Stan go and ask Mimi where Julia is is also extremely accurate. Always had someone to do the dirty work for them, all of them. 

Mimi's concern as John's going to visit his mother in the “bad” part of town is very good to have in too. “And you will be careful, hmm? Careful who you talk to.” And John's response, “it's only Blackpool, Mimi.” It's true. It could've been Speke, or the Dingle. Which Quarryman did I read saying Mimi didn't like John even leaving Woolton?

John's hurt little face when he finds out his mum, all this time, has been less than a bus ride away is a very clever way to show us his painful confusion about the whole situation. 

Trying to remind myself that this is a very anti-Julia pro-Mimi movie that will try to make me think she's crazy. But it sure is doing a hell of a good job. She hasn't seen him in years and suddenly she's hand feeding him desserts, kissing him every chance she's got, flirting all over the place. “Do you know what it means? Rock and Roll? Sex.” “Don't tell Mimi, alright? This is our little secret. Promise me.” And to a poor affection-starved boy, that's going to feel good. That's going to put thoughts in his head like “this is how it should be”. I mean I know she was wild and fun and sexy and irresponsible. And I know John did have weird thoughts about her. But I hope she wasn't actually this crazy. 

But the weird Freudian thing aside, he's got to be so terribly confused hearing the woman who effectively abandoned him declaring her love for him. Between Mimi and Julia, John would've had such a messed up idea of what that word meant. 

The Daily Howl, my absolute beloved!!

Nowhere Boy John watching Elvis: damn I've gotta get the girls screaming for me like that! Actual John watching Elvis: he's so beautiful! He's perfect! I'm in love!

Also I do not think sixteen year old John was that good at fingering. Just saying. 

This part always drops my heart cold into my stomach. Poor John. Poor poor baby. You can hear his little boy voice calling, “mum? It's me.” And she mutters, very annoyed, “go away.” Again. I have to remind myself that this is a purposely negative portrait of Julia. But then. It is true that she was a mostly absent and wholly undependable figure in John's life. 

Sometimes dialogue is absolutely perfect. Like this – “Aw, why couldn't God make me Elvis Presley?” “Cause he was saving you for John Lennon.” “Aw I'll get you back for that, God!” And this – “you haven't told Mimi, have you?” “No point going through her bullocks if I don't have to.” “Why? She has to go through yours.” “Yeah well I never asked her to, did I?”

Ugh this whole movie just hurts so bad! How he looks to Julia as Mimi is ordering him out of her house, just begging her to claim him this time. And she doesn't until he makes a stand for himself. And then, later. “How long can I stay?” Is met with nothing. Not even a fake “long as you want, love.” It really plays into the title of the film. This boy's got nowhere to call home. And then, the final straw. Look at his face as he hears Julia agree that he does in fact need to go back to Mimi's. If I did that kind of thing, I'd actually be crying right now. Fuck, why was I knit-picking, this movie is working so well. 

 As he's announcing he's leaving Julia's, John wants her to tell him to stay. To at least pretend it's not what she wants. And she doesn't even look at him. Imagine if they did something like this in the John biopic mirrored with a scene with Paul in the breakup?

He's just so adorable looking at that guitar like he can't believe it's real.

John's gathered the og Quarrymen in the bathroom and Pete goes “I take it we're not here for a communal crap.” Idk Pete, wouldn't put it past him. It's not far off what you all do already.

It's making the Quarrymen look kinda cool here, and I really want them all to be shit except John, just because that's what I get from Paul's description. Not that he's biased or anything. He could've been watching John play with Elton John and David Bowie and he'd still say everyone faded into the background. 

Also Mimi would Not have been there. Not on her life. 

Okay now we're sort of seeing them from Paul's perspective. Bunch of losers surrounding this inimitable shining star. 

Accurate that the first thing John says to Paul is about jerking off. 

The dynamic in general is just so well-done in this first scene. John instantly testing Paul. How much shit will he put up with? And Paul instantly having none of it, showing off, and winning John over. 

All the other Quarrymen just know it's time to dust off the ole resume. 

But! Paul's fete “audition” is so toned down for this film. Although of course, accounts vary. He did 20 flight rock, yeah. But he also did it on someone's borrowed right hand guitar turned upside down. And he did little Richard and played the piano, and tuned John's guitar for him. In one telling of it, John says he asked him to be in the group right there on the spot. So. Yeah. 

But either way, watching John watch Paul is just gorgeously gay. It's giving extreme “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” It's actually illegal not to queerbate using Lennon/McCartney and I'm glad all moviemakers seem to understand the law.

Cut to “John, your little friend's here!” Can you imagine if they'd showed the “chalk and cheese” whirling dervish moment? Or Mimi making Paul use the back door? Those might change some thoughts and feelings in this movie. 

And then we get the reciprocated “Oooooh, he likes hiiiiiim!” Moment as Paul's too busy checking out John’s buddy Holly Look to remember where he is, let alone what cord they're on. And it's so sweet because Paul's the first person who gives John the idea that his real self is actually cooler than his tough-guy act. 

The little matching feet tapping?? Eee it's so cute! 

But why miss the opportunity for them to sing in harmony here?

Sometimes the dialogue is extremely inaccurate. “So mummy’s cool about baby Paul wanting to be Elvis?” “Oh she would've loved it.” Like hell she would've. She would've been as disapproving as Mimi. Then again, maybe it is accurate for Paul to be lying about that.

“Well she – she sort of – died. You know, em. If we're gonna do this we should write our own stuff.” Okay yep there he is. That's Paul. 

Also love how John gets his first calluses after Paul the bossy taskmaster comes into his life. (You know. And the reason to push himself and a person who cares enough to take the time to show him things and it makes John all dreamy staring at the stars that night etc) Anyway. It's perfect. 

And the first gig we see after Paul joins is in a venue on a real stage with a much bigger audience, and the matching suits of course. 

Mimi selling John's guitar because of a bad report card is like the lighter, kinder translation of what happened in reality when she had his dog put down while he was staying at Julia's. 

So they kinda make up for not letting Paul sing etc by having him nail the guitar instead of screw up at this gig like he did irl. 

And he's stealing Julia's attention, which is clearly Not okay with John. Reminds me of that quote of Paul's about how they were both in love with John's mum. 

George is appropriately infantile. Good. Cutie. 

The Quarrymen playing “That's Alright, Mama” as John's making up with Julia since she bought his guitar back for him. Okay. Very clever. 

Paul does Not like John disrespecting his mother after the show for obvious reasons. (“I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.”) But clearly he doesn't have the full picture here. I wonder at what point irl Paul got a full run-down from John on his messed-up family life. Or did he just have to pull it together piece by piece over the years?

And of course he jumps to light Julia's cigarette. Boy was patting his pocket for a lighter like it was the race of his life. Mister steal your mum.

Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, Paul McCartney’s number two complaint about this movie: John was Not taller than him. How dare they? Slander.  

That's one hell of a jacket.

At the party, John's of course pissed to find Paul serenading Julia in the kitchen. But Paul just wants a mommy so bad, John. Why can't you just let him have yours since you clearly don't want her? Right, because you really, really do. More than anyone can understand. But when you showed her that – how bad you wanted her to be your mum, not just a friend – she hurt you. Forced you to go through your abandonment all over again. So now you can't show that anymore. 

The washboard over Pete's head is almost exactly accurate, isn't it? John does not handle people leaving him well. 

Ugh his little voice cracking on the word “mum.” John Lennon is a poor poor baby and I will die on that hill.

I wonder how John did find out about Victoria and the real story of why he was with Mimi. No matter how, though, that's certainly a lot of mess for a young man to be carrying around with him all the time in his head. 

“When your father came back from the merchant Navy, he wanted to try and save the marriage, but your mother would have none of it.” I do feel like we're going with Alf’s version of events here, the one he sold John in order to get into his good graces after he was famous. Which is, again, not fair to Julia. I wonder how little Julia feels about this movie. 

In fact, I think this part –  “who do you wanna be with, John? Do you wanna be with me or do you wanna be with your mum?” – has been categorically disproven. But it certainly does make for some high drama. And John himself did believe his father's story, so there has to be at least some emotional truth there. 

Nowhere Boy John: There's no point in hating someone you love. I mean really love. IRL John: How do you sleep, you cunt?!

There he is. Art School John. Though he fell in love with every iteration of John, I think this one never left his head because he was one of the earliest Johns, and he was a John Paul had to fight for, you know, with all the Stu business and dead mother anger.

He really does an excellent job of playing John, though, when he's written right. “Woman took her kit off and we painted her breasts. Not actually physically. I got my eye on you two.” Ridiculous. Charming. Off- putting. Adorable. 

Ignoring the fact that I prefer to think of “Hello, Little Girl” as being about Paul (“you never seem to see me standing there”) and they're making it about Julia, this is a lovely scene. With John somewhat unsure still of his songwriting abilities and Paul looking up at him from the floor full of admiration. 

Oh he's gonna murder someone. To be fair, I think playing Julia's banjo at her funeral is exactly the type of insensitive thing Paul would do, because he just thinks and feels in music and it makes Sense to him even though of course it's going to piss John off. 

Hilarious, and probably accurate tbh, that Paul's pissed John off so he gives Pete a bloody nose.

But here we go, the number one complaint about this movie from Paul, which I think is actually valid. John never hit him and that was important to both of them and it's disrespectful to portray it and play into the myth of their rocky, angry relationship. 

But maybe in 2009 that's what it took for them to be able to show John Lennon and Paul McCartney in a genuine, loving embrace, crying into each other's necks about mothers. It has to be preceded by John punching Paul in the mouth. 

If I was John's writing partner, my biggest beef with this movie would actually be the scene where they're recording ISOATD and making it look like John wrote it and played the guitar solo. But Paul's never even mentioned it. Which I guess really shows he cares far more about the legacy of his relationship with John than his career legacy. Which. If you mean more to Paul McCartney than his fucking music? Well then you must be just about important enough to have your own movie. 

This is really the Vote for Mimi Smith campaign, isn't it? Putting across the screen the fact that John called Mimi every week until he died as “Mother” plays in the background is brutal. Ouch. But it's true. “It's Mimi time.”

[teencopandthesourwolf]

yeah so my brother was over tonight and after we'd had a heart-to-heart and a gossip i stuck TEEN WOLF on—which he is aware of and knows it's one of my shows, but has never actually watched himself—just for a bit of background bc it was there in my 'continue watching' as i'm never really not watching it lol.

ANYWAYS we continued chattering through it for a while (the majority of eps 1&2) but then he started sporadically paying it more and more attention, till he was eventually commenting and asking me questions etc.

here are some of the veritable golden nuggets he dropped:

“well, that coach fella's my new bestie.”

“the hammy lad with the face (jackson) is giving me such biff from back to the future vibes.”

“why is clark kent (he knows hoech from superman & lois) being an autistic male model with serious pmt?”

(still taking about hoec) “oh, bloody hell, he's actually really good looking, isn't he?!”

"the sfx in this are so fuckin bad they actually double back to being terrific.”

“so, are we, like, supposed to not give a shit about the main guy then, or what?”

(more scott talk) “although i do actually kind of want to hug him—but i feel that's somehow unrelated to his character.”

“pretending to do back flips off a roof is cool af i don't care what anybody says.”

(about k*te argent) “hoho, she's gonna turn out to be a massive cunt, isn't she?”

“this is fucking brilliant, they (the wolf transformations) look like were!fonzies!”

“jesus, we're like, 3 eps in and there's already what looks to be the beginnings of quite intricate character arcs? this show should honestly not be this intriguing, wtf.”

(commentary on the acting chops) “oh, wow, so the one that's playing scott is pretending to be scott... while the one playing stiles just IS stiles!”

(scene at the start of magic bullet where stiles is talking to scott about derek):

stiles: okay, sorry, no more talk about alphas or derek; especially derek—who still scares me.

my brother: yeah, that's because he quite clearly makes your willy hard, mate.

also my brother: OH, SHIT! THAT'S STEREK, RIGHT?! well, it's no fucking wonder that that's a thing.

AND HE HAS NOT EVEN MET PETER YET

so yeah my hope is now obviously that he'll go home and get obsessed and spank the entire 6 seasons in 4 days and become one of our most prolific fanfic writers.

[knickynoo]

Do you think Marty would develop a fear/phobia of thunderstorms due to all of the trauma he goes through that are centred around a thunderstorm?

I think post-trilogy Marty ends up with a handful of new things that range from just making him uneasy to approaching phobia territory. These include

• thunderstorms

• the sound of gunshots/loud gunshot-like sounds in general (fireworks, cars backfiring, etc)

• train whistles (mostly due to the whole almost being pulverized into a million pieces by a train thing after he arrives back in 1985)

• oh, and you know how in pt iii when Marty goes to get his truck and Biff startles him, and Marty's instant reaction is to put up his fists and want to punch Biff? I think he remains very fearful of Biff for...well, probably forever if we're being honest. It doesn't matter that this "new" Biff is humbled and goofy and seems to have a decent relationship with the McFlys. Marty's seen firsthand what Biff is capable of when the right set of circumstances present themselves. He stood on a rooftop while a crazed Biff pointed a gun at him and made a joke about killing George.

I actually think Biff might prove to be Marty's biggest "trigger" once returning home. He can work on overcoming his fears relating to thunder and loud sounds and whistles, but he'll always know that the guy in the track suit out front waxing the cars once destroyed an entire timeline (destoyed his family) solely because he gained wealth and power.

I do think it's a little funny when you think about it from Biff's perspective (normal 1985 Biff), though. The guy must be baffled. Like, "Why does my little buddy Marty suddenly want to punch me every time he sees me???"

Sorry, you asked specifically about storms, and I went down a different route. Yes, I do think thunderstorms would make Marty jumpy for a good long while. I can see a storm rolling in—thunder booming and lightning flashing—and it makes George and Lorraine all lovey-dovey as they reminisce on the night at the dance, meanwhile, Marty's sitting there shaking like a nervous chihuahua.

Thanks for the ask!

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

heyyy I absolutely adore your blog and I wanted to request some headcanons of jeff the kiler, masky and ticci toby with a jennifer check!reader from the movie jennifer’s body (if u don’t really know her character feel free to ignore this!) ty!<33

-🩰

𝕀 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝔻𝔸𝕊𝕊 𝕋ℍ𝕆𝕌𝔾ℍ𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔸𝕋 𝕊𝔸𝕀𝔻 𝕁𝔼ℕℕ𝕀𝔽𝔼ℝ ℂ𝕆𝕆𝕃𝕀𝔻𝔾𝔼 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸 𝕊𝔼ℂ𝕆ℕ𝔻 𝔸ℍ𝔼𝕀𝕌ℍ𝕎𝕀𝔼ℍ𝔽

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Jeff The Killer

Jeff loves having more feminine partners

He is into masc people too, don't get me wrong but fem people just hit different in his eyes

Especially fem partners that are bad bitches?? Hell yeah

He loves to just show you off as his, because he totally knows he has the hottest partner in the world

Whenever he's lounging around in the manor, he will have you either sit on his lap or lay on him in some way

But he just loves to have you sit on his lap

He'll be playing cards and be too absorbed in you to pay attention to the game

He'll either be whispering words of admiration into your ear or kissing you passionately when all of a sudden, he hears someone call his name

He looks around to see the rest of the players looking at him expectingly

"Hm? My turn? My bad"

It's really attractive to see you acting all high and mighty too

Someone will have cat-called you on the street, and before he even gets the chance to open his mouth, you're over there shit talking that person into their grave

"You wanna talk about how someone else looks? Let's talk about that musty ass haircut that you obviously got done with a blind, drunk barber. Baby, you look like a motherfucking nuke came through that shit."

And as you saunter back over, looking as unbothered as ever, you don't miss the fire in his eyes and the way he bites his lip

Masky

He finds your entitledness adorable

He loves to see you get all angry, with the way your bottom lip biffs out and your eyebrows flare

And then you start talking

And boy, do you talk

He can't help but giggle to himself every time something upsets you enough you decide to speak on it

And whenever you decide to come back to him he'll grab you by your waist and pull you against his chest, kissing the top of your head

"You sure showed them" he mumbles with a hearty chuckle

You roll your eyes and lean into him "Hell yeah I did"

In his mind, he pictures you as a Harley Quinn-esque motorcycle chick with two pistols

Honestly, you could totally tell him to start kissing the ground you walk on and he'd do it

Not that he'd tell you that

He has a reputation to upkeep after all

Ticci Toby

You scare him in a good way

He is your little dude that follows you around

"Excuse me he asked for no pickles"

Yeah, that's him

And lord help the poor people that try to start anything with him

You'll be pushing him behind you and telling off that person

After you're done he'll pull you into a loving hug and starts kissing your face tenderly

"You totally saved me, hun"

"Yeah, it's what I do"

He kind of acts as your voice of reason too

He'll see you side eyeing someone, and before you can get up and confront them, he'll squeeze your hand and press his forehead to yours

"Ease up, Batman, Gotham doesn't need your saving"

You'll smile and kiss his head, and he'll lay his head onto your shoulder, making you unable to move until he says you can

[joezworld]

Christmas Story

December 3 -  A few days later

The class 37 sniffed dismissively as Bear collected the train from him at Barrow. “Dunno why you need ta take this lot, I’s be good ‘nuff for ta job.”

Behind Bear, the trucks immediately began grumbling. 

“Good enough for what? A demolition derby?”

“He’s a brute!”

“We want a real engine! Not some bulldozer with bogies!”

“Oh, now he thinks he’s going to do a good job?”

“I feel like he broke something. I pity his next train!”

Both engines sighed deeply, and the 37 looked relieved. “Actually, I think the rotters are your problem now - take ‘em to someplace where they might be needed, like the scrapheap! Ha!”

He laughed heartily, only stopping when he realized Bear wasn’t laughing along with him. “What?” 

“I don’t get the joke.” 

“You- what?” The engine looked at him. “They’s trucks mate.”

“And?”

“They’s difficult. Jus’ make sure to biff ‘em around a bit.” 

“Why? That won’t make them stop.” 

Bear continued to look like he had no idea what the other diesel was talking about, and the 37 rolled his eyes. “Yannow what? Fine. Keep em’, I don’ care.” And with that, he growled off to the fuel pumps, muttering under his breath about “soft engines that deserved to be withdrawn.” 

The trucks sighed once the other engine had gone away, and Bear found that they gave him no trouble as he left the yard. 

“He was terrible!” One of them shouted as they crossed the bridge onto Sodor proper. 

“Awful!” chimed in another. 

“A right menace!” called a third. 

“We’re glad to be on the island again,” a fourth said. “At least you lot aren’t trying to hurt us!”

“That bad?” Bear asked with a raised eyebrow, mentally making a note of the engine’s number. 

“Worse!” chorused several voices, and The Many Detailed Accounts Of The Awful Class 37 continued all the way to Crovan’s Gate. There, he left most of the train in the goods siding, and went into the works yard to drop off a few trucks, and collect the rest of his train. 

He was expecting to find a few freshly-overhauled trucks, and maybe a coach going back to the big station, so it was a surprise to be sent down a line that led to the work’s small engine shed. 

Where am I going? He thought to himself. Looking towards the main shops building revealed that the same set of green-painted wheels were still propped up against a wall, just like the last time he’d checked them - so it wasn’t the engine he knew was there…

Further confusing the issue was a crowd of people around the turntable - the Fat Controller and his son being among them. “Sir?” he called, unsure of what was going on. “Am I in the wrong place?”

The Fat Controller turned around, not having heard him arrive. “Ah, Bear, exactly the engine I was looking for.” He turned to the other men, most of whom were wearing tweed suits with elbow patches. “As my son was saying, we certainly have enough Western Region equipment to hand! In fact, I dare say that we have more GWR equipment than you do!”

One of the men, who was wearing less tweed than the rest, smiled slightly. “If this all goes well you most definitely will, Charles.”

The other men chuckled to themselves, while Bear looked on in confusion. “Sir? Am I taking an engine with me?”

The Fat Controller’s son, Stephen - who would soon become the new Fat Controller - stepped forward. “Yes, indeed you are. As you may have noticed, the increase in traffic has left the Little Western wanting another engine, and while you have served admirably,” He waved a hand around the facilities. “You are often called away for other duties. So, with that in mind, we’ve managed to temporarily source another engine. If he does well, he will be working the line full-time with Duck and Oliver.”

“Does that mean I’m to be replaced by a steam engine, sir?” Bear asked, suddenly struck by a burst of mirth at the situation. 

The rest of the men laughed much louder than they had before, and the Fat Controller smiled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are.” He said jovially. 

Presently, a steam whistle sounded from inside the shed, and dark green tender emerged from inside one of the bays, wreathed in a cloud of steam. 

---

Arlesburgh

"You'd think the Queen was coming…" Rex murmured to nobody in particular.

"Nah," Bert replied. "He'd be calmer if she was."

The small engines watched the chaos of the standard gauge engines:

Duck was barking orders at workmen like an engine possessed. Everything in sight of the pannier tank engine (including himself) had been cleaned or polished to an almost mirror finish, and it looked like he was on the verge of critiquing the wardrobes of passersby. 

Someone had produced a roll of bunting, and despite its “ruddy anemic flag count”, it was being strung along the handrails of the pedestrian overbridge. 

Across the yard, Oliver and the coaches were red with embarrassment, and looked anywhere but in their friend’s direction as the workmen crawled over them with rags and polish. 

At the coaling stage, a grime-coated Donald glared daggers at several members of staff who were wielding a hose and brushes in a vaguely threatening manner. 

“What are they doing?” Mike asked, watching as Donald’s driver aimed the in-cab hose at the cleaners in retaliation. 

“Search me.” Bert replied. “Duck’s got some bee up his bonnet and is making it everyone else’s problem. Dunno why though.”

“Something about Cornwall, I think he said.” Rex put in. 

“Cornwall?”

“I think. He definitely mentioned Truro.”

“Why would they be spiffing up the place for a city? And why Truro?”

A moment passed.

The three small engines blinked in unison. “Oh no…”

-----

The train swept into the station with far more fanfare than it usually would have. City of Truro took one look at the celebratory atmosphere and sighed good-naturedly. “It would seem that I was anticipated.” 

Bear rolled his eyes at the spectacle and its hasty decorations. A limp bit of bunting drooped from the pedestrian bridge, bobbing up and down in the heat from his exhaust. “You’re lucky we were quick. I think they’d have gotten the brass band in another hour.”

“Hmm.” Truro murmured. The steam engine had been quiet almost the entire journey, quite opposite to the numerous stories that the other engines had told from his previous visit. 

Bear rolled his eyes. This entire journey had been an exercise in being ignored, and at this point he was used to it. Truro, either through tiredness or some late-onset pompousness, had scarcely said one word to him the entire journey, while every engine, coach, and quite a lot of the passengers they’d come across had needed to recover their composure after seeing that City of Truro was coupled behind Bear, at which point they immediately began directing all comments to Truro, and none to Bear. Truro had of course gone from quiet to chatty like flipping a switch, which left the diesel feeling rather put out, even if he couldn’t quite articulate why.

His only real comfort was that Gordon or James probably would have imploded by now, the glory hounds. 

There was a half-strangled peep from the yards, and he could see Duck looking as though he’d just witnessed the reincarnation of Christ. Ah, wonderful. He thought to himself. More well wishers for engines not named Bear. 

About the only thing stopping Duck from making a beeline for the train (aside from his driver) was the signal leading out of the yard, which was set for Donald’s stone train to leave. 

The steam engine did so, slowly, deliberately clanking his way through the station at a snail’s pace, drawing comments from Duck that somehow were both rapturous and ire-laden at the same time. 

“I’d be gettin’ while ye still can.” Donald whispered as he crawled through the station. “Lest you have to participate in this muckle circus too!” 

“You might be right…” Bear trailed off thoughtfully as his driver uncoupled him from Truro. Keeping in character, the “Greatest of all Westerners” didn’t say a word as the links were disconnected, and Bear let his crew drive him into the yard and out of sight, feeling like he was also very much ‘out of mind’. 

-----

Unfortunately, things did not get any better after that. 

Bear wasn’t party to the discussion, (being ignored again, perhaps?) but apparently some men from London had insisted that Truro - a “foreign engine, of unknown mechanical provenance” - required a support engine at all times, in case he were to fail while on a journey. 

Duck had been nearly apoplectic on Truro’s behalf, but the big engine was equally furious. The two of them made such a racket that Bear managed to stay informed on the situation despite being in a different shed, and so he was not surprised when an inspector woke him up in the morning and told him to ride on the tail of Truro’s first commuter train. 

The morning passed in the now usual manner of Truro not even acknowledging that there was another engine on the train, but somehow managing to find the energy to chat with seemingly everyone else. 

Bear was beginning to feel well and truly slighted, and mentioned it to his driver as they pulled out of Haultraugh. 

“To be honest,” his driver said carefully. “He’s probably an introvert.”

“A what?”

“Introvert. It means that he doesn’t like talking to people much, or being in groups.”

Bear made a noise. 

“No, hear me out.” The driver rolled his eyes. “He probably doesn’t like it, but he’s famous enough that he’s got to talk to everyone so he doesn’t come off as a right bellend by not saying anything to them.”

“So he can act like that to me?”

“Have you shown one bit of interest in him as a famous engine?”

“… When you put it that way, no.”

“There you go, then. You haven’t tried being a screaming fan like Duck, so he thinks you’re not interested.” He paused for a moment, thinking something over. “Heck, he’s probably grateful for the peace and quiet, ha!”

With that, Bear felt a bit better about the whole situation. Maybe Truro was just shy, and nobody ever let him have a moment to himself. Maybe, he was just over-reacting. It was the early days of the Christmas rush, after all. Everyone was already busy, so Truro probably had a lot on his mind.

With that matter settled, Bear paid it no mind, and the rest of the morning went very well indeed.

Then came noontime.

-

The mid-day trains were always more crowded than the morning ones, as shoppers flocked to the stores and markets of the big city. Additionally, news of Truro’s arrival had spread by word of mouth, and more than a few people boarded the train just to say that they had rode behind a “famous engine.”

This meant that the train soon gained not one extra coach, but two, now stretching out to five carriages, plus two engines. It was a long and heavy train, and Bear soon found that he was having to help push, especially on the uphill section between Haultraugh and Arlesburgh West. 

This seemed to cause some amount of upset to Truro, whose chuffing got rougher and crosser sounding as they went along the line - although if he was actually upset, he didn’t say it loud enough for Bear to hear.

Oh, Bear thought to himself. I hope he’s not berating himself for getting old or anything. It’s really not his fault; These new coaches just aren’t as light as the ones from his day. 

This continued as they went up and down the line, until eventually, a huge lump of flaming cinders shot out of Truro’s funnel and splashed into a pond along the lineside!

“I hope that was only bad coal…” Bear said as the smoke from the clinker dissipated in the wind. “Otherwise there’s something wrong with Truro.”

He wasn’t the only one who thought that, and at Haultraugh, Truro’s driver stopped the train and began looking the engine over thoroughly. Engine and driver seemed to exchange some harsh words, but they were quiet, and nothing made it down the train. 

“Um, excuse me, Bear?” A voice said from alongside him. It was Isobel, one of Oliver’s autocoaches. “But we need to keep to schedule. Are you going to move?”

“Ah…” Bear suddenly realized the situation he was in: 

With three coaches, he and Truro could very easily fit within the confines of Haultraugh station’s platform. 

With four coaches, each engine would overhang the edges of the platform slightly, but it shouldn't cause an issue for passing trains. 

But with five, the coaches barely fit within the length of the platform, and both engines were well beyond the edge. In fact, they stuck out so far that they were fouling the points controlling the single track line at either end of the station. This meant that Oliver and his train were effectively trapped inside the station until Bear and Truro left. 

And considering how closely Truro’s driver was looking him over, that might take some time…

----

The Fat Controller met the train at the big station. “I will admit, this was not a problem I anticipated.” He began. “But there will be a solution by tomorrow, I assure you.”

“Sir,” a voice began, and it took Bear a long moment to realize that it was Truro - he’d almost forgotten what the engine sounded like. “Could the solution possibly be that I handle this by myself?”

“Unfortunately no,” the Fat Controller said gently. “While nothing that’s happened today is in any way your fault, Truro, it did have the unfortunate effect of proving, ahem, certain people, right. For the moment, you will have to run with another engine, and seeing as how Duck and Oliver are the only engines on the branch who can run with auto-coaches, Bear will have to remain with you.”

Bear couldn’t see, but Truro must have made some kind of face, because then: “And if Bear were to… become unavailable, I would have to substitute in whomever is available, like Delta, or Wendell.”

Bear rolled his eyes. Wendell and Delta were both significantly longer and heavier than he was, and he wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or insulted that this was being used as an incitement to behave. 

--

That night, the evening rush was calm enough that the train was able to go to four coaches, and there were no more issues at Haultraugh, although Bear did notice some inspectors measuring various parts of the station’s infrastructure as night fell. 

Truro continued staying mum, and while it did seem like he was just “an introvert”, something still niggled at the back of Bear’s mind. 

Whatever it was, it stayed there all night, and while Truro joked and laughed with Oliver and Duck well into the early morning, it took Bear a long time to fall asleep. 

---

The next morning, the Fat Controller’s “solution” was simply to put Bear and Truro at the same end of the train. Neither engine seemed to understand how this was any better, but the inspectors assured them. 

“It means we know which end of the train we can dangle off the platform,” said one. “You’re not carrying any passengers.”

“If we time it right, there won’t be any delays.” Said another. “We can have oncoming trains come in a minute earlier or later so the long end doesn’t block them.” 

“We’re doing this so that we don’t have to de-board only the first few carriages.” Said a third. “While still making sure that we have one end of the loop open.”

“This is called a saw-by maneuver.” Said a fourth “We’ll just have to be careful not to schedule any other long trains, lest we have to do a double!”

To put it bluntly, the engines did not understand the men’s reasoning, but indeed, when they reached Haultraugh with their five coach train, Duck was able to depart easily while they waited at the platform. 

“Well,” said Truro to no-one in particular. “I suppose they were right.”

“I worry what would happen if we run against a goods train, though.” Bear said, trying to remember how long the stone trains got. 

“Must you bring such negative twaddle into this?” Truro snapped. “The last thing we need to hear is things such as that from you.”

Bear was speechless, and when the signal dropped a moment later, he was roughly jerked into motion by Truro setting off as quickly as he could. 

--

They arrived at the big station without another word being spoken. As the passengers streamed out, Truro was uncoupled from Bear, and rolled off to the coaling stage. Bear, having a quite large diesel tank, wouldn’t need fuel for a while, and was timetabled to run the next train to Arlesburgh and back by himself. 

This duty (and its sudden lack of City of Truro) pleased him greatly, and he was practically in a good mood as he rolled into Haultraugh. 

“Mummy, where’s the steam engine?” a little boy on the platform asked, loudly, and Bear’s face fell so quickly that it could have qualified for a speed record of its own. 

To make matters worse, Bear hadn’t even pulled into the station yet, and so multiple people on the platform saw this happen. 

And felt sorry for him. 

Bear knew that they felt sorry for him because they came up to him and told him so. 

And then the opposing train was late, which meant that other people, including the child’s mother, thought that he had been so greatly offended that he wasn’t going to leave with the train until they said they were sorry. 

So they came and apologized to him as well. 

“I really am sorry,” Said the mother, after her son had apologized in a way that implied he had no idea that he’d caused offence. “He’s just really excited by-”

“Steam train!” The little boy shouted, as Duck’s train appeared around the bend. 

“Steam trains.” The mother finished, lamely. 

The boy was beside himself as Duck arrived, but his excitement quickly waned as he realized that it wasn’t the “right steam train.” Which of course meant Truro. 

“Oh don’t worry,” Duck said, as the woman gave up on not causing offence, and instead carried her child into the nearest coach. “Everyone has got a favorite.” 

“I can tell.” Bear just about kept a tone from his voice, which immediately proved to be the wrong decision, as it encouraged Duck to keep talking. 

“I mean, we can’t all be the City of Truro, right?” Duck was pushing his coaches from the back, and looked round to see where his favorite-est engine in the whole wide world was. “Where is he, by the way? He at the other end?”

“He needed coal.” Bear was almost surly, not that Duck noticed. 

“Oh! So he’s at the big shed, is he?” Duck looked thrilled. 

“Yes. Perhaps you can run with him for a bit.”

Duck’s eyes lit up just as the signal dropped, and Bear left in a hurry, before he could say anything unkind. 

----

The Big Station

“Do I even want to know?” Stephen asked, looking out of the office windows. There was a crew of men assembling a stage right next to the ticket windows. 

“Blame your sister.” Was all his father said, proving that he had something to do with this. 

“Bridget lives and works in London. How could she have anything to do with this?”

“Bridget,” His father was really trying to pretend like this wasn’t his idea. “Has made many friends in London. Friends in embassies, foreign countries, various charities and businesses… the list truly goes on.”

“And?”

“And,” Oh stop being so coy you infuriating old man. “Some of those people represent organizations that could bring money to the island.”

“Did you involve the tourism council in this?” He involved the island’s tourism council in this. 

“I did.” Oh joy, he admitted it, which means he has another scheme brewing underneath this plan. 

“Which means…?”

“Don’t you want to figure it out for yourself?” 

“No. No I don’t. I cannot think of anything I’d rather do less.” 

“Anything? What about a root canal?”

“They have anesthetic, and talking to you is like extracting teeth. Please don’t make every little detail into a teaching moment, I beg you.”

The twinkle was still there, and Stephen had a brief moment of horror at the idea that someday he would be doing that. 

“Well, if you insist,” His father went on. “The Island Council has been trying to attract foreign investment, and it would seem that they have been having some luck with it, although even I don’t know the full specifics.”

“Dad, is that stage going to be for some American huckster to hawk timeshares-”

“No, no, nothing of the sort!” Charles placated. “The stage is there for musical appearances.”

“What?”

“It’s a hearts and minds campaign. Advertising! But on a much more… subdued and charismatic scale. There won’t be any products, or grandstanding, just soothing Christmas music from around the world.”

Stephen could now (mostly) wrap his head around the idea, and approved of it (for now), but he could still feel one or two shoes getting ready to drop. “And who is going to sing this? The church choir? They can’t get through Good King Wenceslas without drifting several octaves.”

“Oh, good heavens no! That’s where your sister has come in; She knows a good number of foreign relations organizations who help organize things like this. They’ve lined up several bands with the help of their respective embassies.”

Aha, here is the bit that will give him a migraine. “So you’re telling me that we’re going to have a rotating bunch of… well it sounds crass to say it like this, but, foreigners, standing on the station platform, bellowing Christmas songs at our passengers for the next week?”

His father smiled, which was usually a bad sign. “A week? Oh no Stephen, they’re going to be here all month!” 

----

Later, Bear rumbled back into the big station. It had been a veritable cavalcade of small delays that meant he got later and later the further along he got. By the time he arrived, it was almost time to leave on the return journey, and he’d spent so much time idling in stations that his fuel tanks were almost empty. 

Fortunately, the station staff had prepared for this, and he was uncoupled from the train as soon as he arrived. He expected to be pulled out to the sheds, but his driver instead dashed away, mumbling something about the toilets. His second man rolled his eyes, and retired to the station pub for a cup of tea. Now left alone, Bear was very surprised to see BoCo of all engines roll past him with a quiet honk.

Less surprising was the irritated hiss of steam from Truro, who was behind BoCo and facing the wrong direction.    

In just a few short minutes the two engines were coupled to the train, and once the passengers boarded it was off, disappearing into the distance and leaving the station quiet. 

Or, rather it would have been quiet, if there hadn’t been a number of people tuning instruments next to a bandstand that definitely hadn’t been there an hour ago. 

“Who are you people?” He asked, more than slightly confused. There were at least a dozen of them, somehow. 

One of them, who had just finished pinning up a large… American flag? behind him perked up and did a melodramatic bow. “We’re the band!” 

“Band for… what, exactly?” 

“Christmas music!” He exclaimed, just as someone else finished writing on a large signboard. It read: 

TOMMY GERMAN & THE DANKE SCHON-DELLS 

PRESENT

AMERICA’S CHRISTMAS HITS

(sponsored by the US Embassy, London)

This made… well it made no sense, actually, but Bear had no idea of what to do other than to say “Alright.” in as neutral a tone as he could, and wait for his driver to return from the toilets. After it was clear that they didn’t have a receptive audience, the band continued turning their instruments (and goodness there were a lot of them), before deciding “Do we want to rehearse any?”

They did, and soon a woman was stood in front of a microphone, while everyone else picked up instruments that seemed like they’d be of more use to a marching band. 

Bear suddenly had a very bad feeling in the pit of his fuel tanks. I don’t think this is going to be I Saw Three Ships…

A very loud trumpet chorus reverberated through the station, followed by a much deeper instrument. 

Then… 

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas

Only a hippopotamus will do…

“what?”