#clara - punch brothers

[desire-mona]

body hurts

[gftimelordstwin]

Hey there!

Name’s Stanley Pines, though you can just call me Stan. Figured it’s about time I give this Internet thing a shot— after all, everyone’s on it these days, right?

Now, I’m not the brains of the operation, that’s my brother Ford. He’s the one with all the fancy titles nowadays, but I’m the guy who gets things done. We travel through dimensions pretty regularly. Y’know, fighting off whatever weird alien or monster decides to show its ugly face. Nothing we can’t handle, of course!

PINES! PINES! PINES!

Anyway, I’m not one for long speeches. Just thought I’d introduce myself. Stick around, who knows what might happen next.

See ya around! - Stanley Pines

OOC: OH WOW THIS BLOG WAS LONG OVERDUE- anyway here's the companion blog for Stanley to my other blog @gftimelord because I actually couldn't help myself HAHAHA! My main blog is @matrixbearer2024! Lee is mostly still same old same old, he's just a hidden genius and dubbed 'carer' to Doc. In terms of the Doctor Who franchise, he's similar to any timelord's companion(e.g. Bill, Clara, Donna, etc.) I'll mostly have him set post-weirdmageddon but I'm open to shifting whichever point in time for questions or RPs, have fun everyone! P.S. Down below are insights to his character and inventory for anyone interested or planning to interact with him!

Lee's inventory:

Multitool:

Lock Picking: Designed to pick locks of all kinds, from standard doors to more advanced mechanisms.

Electronic Fiddling: Can be used to tinker with small electronics and gadgets, though Lee prefers more practical solutions over technology when he can.

Simple Mechanical Fixes: Handy for quick mechanical repairs, Lee uses this when brute force isn’t the best option.

The Doctor(AU Stanford)’s Old Blaster:

Energy Weapon: A basic blaster for ranged combat, though Lee doesn’t often use it unless necessary. He prefers the physical satisfaction of a fistfight but keeps it for emergencies.

Adjustable Power: The blaster has multiple settings for stunning, damaging, or disabling targets, though Lee usually keeps it simple.

Brass Knuckles:

Close-Combat Weapon: Lee’s weapon of choice in most situations. He’s skilled at hand-to-hand combat and uses these to pack an extra punch in a fight.

Durability: Built to withstand multiple hits and heavy use, these knuckles are well-worn and reliable.

Zygon Forcefield:

Personal Shield: A protective barrier which protects him from the worst injuries in dangerous situations. Lee often uses this out of caution which makes him ridiculously hard to kill and all the more dangerous in close-combat situations.

Camouflage: For a temporary time, the advanced zygon technology refracts and manipulates light to turn Lee invisible to the naked eye. This can be activated and disabled manually.

Energy Absorption: The shield absorbs incoming energy-based attacks but has a limited capacity before needing to recharge.

Repair Box:

Immortality: A set of nanobots that constantly repairs and heals injuries on Lee’s body, making him functionally immortal. Age and illness won’t kill him, but fatal injuries still pose a threat.

Healing Factor: Non-fatal wounds heal rapidly, allowing Lee to recover quickly from injuries that would incapacitate others.

Autonomy: Lee made Ford promise never to bring him back once he chooses to end it, granting him control over his immortality.

Watch/Log Recorder:

Travel Logs: Keeps track of multiverse coordinates and records short, practical notes on their journeys.

Dimensional Awareness: Helps Lee keep track of which dimension he's in, providing useful information about their location and any notable anomalies.

Communicator: Think like how a smart-watch can send and recieve calls and messages, his watch functions the same way with it's other added functions.

Coin:

Fidget Tool: Lee keeps this coin as a simple distraction, flipping it when he’s thinking or waiting. It’s a grounding tool for him during tense moments.

Memory Keepsake: While he never talks about it, the coin holds sentimental value for Lee(Soos gave it to him).

Stack of Cards:

Games: Used to pass the time or engage in games of skill, these cards are always on hand. Lee’s excellent at card games and has a natural sleight of hand.

Distraction: In tight spots, Lee’s been known to use the cards to distract or mislead enemies.

Satchel (Hidden Under His Blazer):

Storage for Small Gadgets: This satchel contains his coin, cards, and other small items. Lee keeps it concealed under his blazer for easy access.

Minimalist: True to Lee’s practical nature, he carries only what he needs, keeping the satchel lightweight and easy to hide.

Bigger On The Inside: The bag functions like a small bag of holding without the weight restraint, Lee can fit a surprising amount of items in it thanks to how it functions.

Lee's Appearance:

Lee wears a dark brown blazer mostly to keep himself warm, also having more layers on adventures when clothes are prone to tearing is generally a bonus!

He also sports a red beanie with his signature icon(the oyster) on it since it reminds him of home, also because Mabel gave it to him.

Started wearing gloves to protect his hands more since his knuckles and palms constantly get scratched up from all his roughousing(and fighting).

His sachel is always tucked under his blazer out of precaution(to avoid being pickpocketed or it being stolen off him), his pockets are more for his hands than anything.

Wears boots under his trousers since he thinks they're just more practical.

Key Quotes About Lee:

"If it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid."

"Work hard, play hard."

"Rule number one: The Doctor lies."

"Good men don’t need rules."

"Never be cruel, never be cowardly. Hate? That’s just dumb. Love’s a whole lot wiser. Be kind, even when it’s hard."

"I do what I do ‘cause it’s right. It’s decent. And above all, it’s kind. If I run today, good people are gonna die. But if I stand and fight, some might make it. Maybe not all, maybe not long, but that’s good enough for me."

"Brains and cruelty don’t mix, never have, never will."

"Sure, a straight line’s faster, but c’mon, where’s the fun in that?"

"Don’t go flexin’ muscle for no reason. You’ll just embarrass yourself. But if you’re mad? Yeah, go ahead, throw a punch."

"You know when folks tell you everything’s gonna be fine, but you don’t buy it? Well, I’m telling you— everything’s gonna be fine."

"This is me, right here, right now. What matters is who I am, not who I used to be."

"In all my time across the multiverse, I ain’t met a single person who wasn’t important. Not once."

"There’s no point in bein' grown up if you can’t be a kid sometimes."

"You don’t just quit. You don’t let stuff happen. You stand up and say, 'No!' You do what’s right, even when everyone else runs for the hills."

"I’m not runnin’ away from anything, I’m runnin’ to it. Before it fades out forever."

"Great men are made in fire. Sometimes, it’s the ones who light the match that never get the credit."

"My back’s killin’ me. Guess it’s ‘cause I’m stuck carryin' the weight of all these deadbeats who crush everyone else’s dreams."

"Call me by my full name again, and I’ll remove your organs in alphabetical order. Got it?"

"There’s better stuff to do today. Dying? That can wait."

"Letting things get to you? That’s called bein' alive. Best part of it, really. If you’re alive right now, you’re doin' fine."

"I’m always gonna be the optimist. The guy hopin' for the impossible, dreamin’ about what comes next."

"We’re all stories, y’know? So let’s make this one a good one."

"Everything’s gotta end at some point. If it didn’t, nothin’ would ever start."

"Life’s a mix of good and bad. The bad doesn’t ruin the good, and the good doesn’t fix the bad. It’s all just... there."

"The more we learn about each other, the more we learn about ourselves."

"Yellin’ at the world ain’t gonna make it better."

"Somethin’ doesn’t add up? Well, let’s go poke it with a stick!"

"We all change, all the time. That’s how it is. And it’s okay. Just remember who you used to be, and keep movin'."

"Funny thing about stories… feels like you don’t make ‘em up. More like you stumble across ‘em. You keep diggin’ and writin’, knowin’ that somewhere out there, there’s that one perfect ending that you never saw comin’, but was always meant to be. It’s like you’ve been headed for that spot the whole time, without even knowin’ it."

"Y’know, for some people, it ain’t the big moments that matter. It’s the small, beautiful ones. That’s what life’s really about—those little sparks that make it worth all the trouble."

"We’re all capable of changin’ in ways we never imagined. But here’s the thing—ya don’t gotta lose who you are to do it. We grow, we evolve, and we still hold on to the parts of us that matter most. You get to choose who you wanna be next, and still respect who you’ve been."

[tragedycoded]

OC fighting tier list

Of course I'm going to do this one. Thank you so much for tagging me @the-golden-comet <3 I had to decide if I wanted to make all the picrews match or not. Chaos won.

Rules: Using this link, make a tier list of how capable your OCs are at winning a fight.

S Tier:

Royston | efficient when he isn't playing with his food in front of an audience.

Sullivan | highly trained, highly skilled, the only reason I considered bumping him down to A tier is bc he didn't kill any of the Huston brothers during the shootout at The Pig & Whistle but that was a tactical decision not a lack of skill.

A Tier:

Hofer | his performance during the Bad Ending aside, he has one-punched people in bar fights before. He's from Philadelphia LOL.

B Tier

Gott | demonstrates her fighting capacity in Book 2. Might get bumped up to A Tier in Book 3 once she's had some practice.

Neil | he's skilled in at least one martial art prior to his indoctrination into the Technocratic Union and is a deadly mf afterwards. ATP he's young and inexperienced and most of the fights we're going to see him in he's having to protect Khalid.

C Tier:

Clara | not likely to fight unless she's roused to anger, and she has to resort to instinctual/dirty fighting to survive. I've never put her in a Situation where she'd have to fight someone and I don't intend to; that's why her sister's joining us at the midpoint >:]

D Tier:

Khalid | has won fights before, has to rely on Science (read: magick) and has, at 18, zero experience with hand-to-hand or melee combat. His physical condition in Part 2 of ALM also impedes his ability to fight significantly.

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[wizardofrozz]

you got time for smut with your favorite clone in gray sweatpants? 👀

Golden Hour

Commander Fox x fem!reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: NSFW +18, smut (this is basically just sleepy, morning filth)

A/N: I was stuck between posting this or an angsty Thorn request but I just couldn't resist lol. Thank you Clara for the request that led to this 👀

It had been a long night. Drinks with Fox’s brothers always ended with too much alcohol, not enough water, and at least one of the commanders in the drunk tank. Thankfully, Fox hadn’t been the commander spending the night sobering up with Stone and his unimpressed stare. 

Wolffe was going to be pissed when he came to. 

You blinked at your steaming caf, willing your head to stop pulsing in time with the ticking chrono across the room. A speeder swerved too close to your apartment building, the blaring horn drawing your scowl. The temptation to wander back to bed was almost strong enough to make you move until you heard shuffling from the hallway. Hangover or not, you still swooned a little when he stepped through the doorway. 

Frankly, Fox was a fucking mess. His eyes were barely open and his curls looked fuzzy as he absently scratched at his stomach. It was disgustingly adorable and you were overcome with the urge to squeeze his face. A soft grunt had your eyes refocusing on his face, and a dark brow arched when your eyes met his. 

“Caf,” you mumbled, waving lazily to your right. Fox grunted again, shuffling into the kitchen and glaring down at the empty mug. You leaned into his side only to blink when your forehead met warm skin, shifting to look up. Fox had turned his head, half-lidded eyes staring down at you, his brows pulled together in confusion. 

You leaned away, letting your eyes drift across the width of his shoulders, finally taking in his attire or lack thereof. Fox’s favorite worn sweatpants sat low on his hips, your eyes following the subtle curve of his hips that disappeared under his waistband. The sudden carnal need to trace them with your tongue felt like a gut punch. 

“What?” Fox rumbled, lazily curling an arm around your waist. Your head was still fuzzy with sleep and leftover alcohol but the slow-growing arousal warming your skin was helping to sharpen your thoughts. Fox’s perplexed expression never changed as your eyes trailed over his soft stomach before settling on the faint outline of his cock. Even soft, you could still make out the shape through the gray fabric and you idly wondered if Fox was even aware of it. 

“Hey,” Fox huffed, gently shaking you, “what’re you doin’?” The scowl he wore was dulled by his still slightly red cheeks and the creases left behind from his pillow.

“Admiring the view,” you hummed, a small smirk lifting the corner of your lips. Your eyes fell to the waistband of his pants again until a finger hooked under your chin, tipping your head back, forcing you to meet Fox’s dark eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, cyar’ika,” he mumbled, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Maybe it was a lingering buzz but you were captivated by the pet name, zeroing in on the way his mouth formed the word. 

“Mm, true,” you chuckled. With a boldness that surprised even you, you curled two fingers under the band of his sweatpants, tugging hard enough that Fox stumbled closer, pinning you against the counter. “But what I want is here.” 

The response was immediate, the material clinging to his now half-hard cock; a breathy chuckle passed your lips when it twitched under your gaze. 

“Maker,” Fox breathed, the hand that had been holding your chin moving to rest around the base of your throat, his empty mug abandoned in favor of more interesting things. “It’s 8 in the morning.”

“Need I remind you of the night after that prison riot,” you teased, gently playing with the hair just under the fabric. He immediately ducked his head, the color in his cheeks becoming even more apparent and you smiled, tugging on his waistband again. 

“Could’ve told me to piss off,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” Fox rolled his eyes but his top lip twitched, giving him away. You leaned closer, a shiver zipping down your spine when the fingers around your neck tightened slightly, and paused just before your lips found his. “I think you wore these on purpose.” 

“Too hungover to think clearly enough for that,” Fox countered, sounding a little breathless, “although, now I’m glad I did.”

“I can tell,” you giggled, finally curling your hand around his hard length. It sounded like the air had been punched from his lungs, his breathing picking up as you appreciated the velvety texture. Fox bucked into your hand, apparently unbothered by your dry palm or secretly liking the harshness of it. Fox tightened his hold on your throat just enough to pull you into a lazy kiss, clumsily fucking into the tunnel of your fist. 

“May - Maybe I should wear ‘em more often,” Fox mused, panting into your mouth. His hips started moving fast, with more purpose as he chased his release.

“Hold on,” you whispered, loosening your grip, making him whine in the back of his throat. It seemed to take momentous effort but his hips slowed to a stop and you leaned in, rewarding him with a languid kiss that made him throb in your hand.

“You okay? Wanna stop?” Fox managed around labored breaths.

“No,” you hummed, pecking his lips once more before tilting your head down. You pulled the elastic away, gathering saliva in your mouth, crossing your fingers that Fox hadn’t caught on yet. 

“What a - ah.” Your spit rolled down the length of his cock, allowing your hand to glide easily over his skin, turning Fox’s soft noises into full-blown moans. With a bit of coaxing, Fox rolled his hips again, his forehead dropping against yours.

“Feel good, love?” you purred, dragging your nail lightly over his flexing pec.

“Fu - fuck, yeah, yeah,” Fox stammered, aiming to kiss you again only to gasp against your lips. “I - I’m - shit - so close.” 

“Cum for me,” you nearly pleaded, lightly squeezing him. Fox unraveled in record time, gasping out a string of curses with your name mixed in as his thrusts turned shallow. You slowly released him, pecking his lips when he groaned at the loss, and stifling a giggle when he winced as his sweatpants snapped back into place.

“Yeah, that’s not comfortable,” he huffed, working to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” you replied with a small shrug, not feeling guilty in the slightest. Fox’s lashes fluttered, his eyes finally opening to meet yours and you smiled, sweet yet a little mischievous. His lips parted, most likely ready to ask what you were doing only for his jaw to go slack when you brought your hand to your mouth. The greedy drag of your tongue made his pupils grow, his eyes glued to his cum sitting on your tongue. 

You were almost finished cleaning off your fingers when his restraint snapped. Fox surged forward, groaning when he tasted himself on your tongue, dominating the kiss as he pressed you into the countertop. 

“My turn for a taste,” Fox growled, depositing you onto the counter with little effort. Your stomach swooped when he dropped to his knees, a faint smirk on his lips. Maybe you would go out with his brothers more often if this was what you had to look forward to in the morning. 

Taglist: @techs-feral-wife @a-single-tulip @homie-one-kenobi @rain-on-kamino

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND ONE - MATCH 3

B vs SUDO HIGASHIKATA

B: @kittyonakeyboard

SUDO HIGASHIKATA: @mitsubinyuri

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propoganda Content Warnings: Childbirth complications, neglect, possession for B. Major JJBA JoJolion spoilers, parental death for SUDO.

B:

PROPAGANDA: so her mother and baby brother died in childbirth and her and her older brother were raised in an attic alone left to starve (for the most part) and when her and her brother finally try to escape her big brother gets his brains blown out with a shotgun. she runs to the barn and meets a girl there who becomes her best friend and crush (Clara) and later outside of the forest she was escaping from she found a little girl who would be her sister (Sicily). she gets adopted with Sicily and Clara gets adopted by her adopted moms friend. these girls at school gaslight (*actually* gaslight) and manipulate her best friend into believing B is a terrible person and so they convince Clara to put a curse on B where shes stuck with a god of death n shit in her head 24/7 and anytime she has a breakdown the god can take over her body and control her and she has to live with that for the rest of her life (this was written pre-the owl house i promise u). after high school clara p much ditches her out of guilt and only comes back years later after med school in paris to fully apologize and try to rekindle their friendship and they eventually (after a WHILE and a lot of character growth) get together and then go kill B's dad.

THEME SONG:

SUDO HIGASHIKATA:

PROPOGANDA: Sudo was born into the world with no dad because her dad died violently like a while before she was born, before her mom even let him know she was expecting. As a kid, her mom was trying her best, but couldn't really do shit sometimes because she'd have these melancholic days where she'd be stuck in the past and basically could not get out of bed to take care of her kid. This drove a bit of a wedge between them, especially when she forgot her birthday due to one of these days. Sudo is left completely in the dark about the situation surrounding her dad, she only knows he died violently. She doesn't know about the context of his death or how he killed three people and tried to kill another one and also severely injured his dad (her grandfather) because he genuinely believed what he was doing was best for the family. At age seven, Sudo discovers her Stand, which lets her speak to the dead as long as she's in the same spot they died. Although she knows she could use it for speaking to him, her older brother advises her not to, so she never does until age fifteen after a major argument with her mother. She starts talking to him as much as she can, but "as much as she can" is not often, because she can only talk to the same person for five minutes at a time once a week. She confides in him, and the two become close. However, after meeting someone with the power to appraise her stand, she learns the truth about her power. The father she's been talking to is not him- he doesn't have a soul at all. He is a construct made to imitate him using data of his personality and memories, essentially just a character ai. Her dad is gone forever. She'll never truly get to talk to him, and he'll never even know he has a daughter.

THEME SONG:

[alacrity42]

Iruma Misfit Headcanons

Basically just stuff I like to put into my fics or think could/should be happening

Iruma: The class is divided into two groups: the 'no snack' group and the 'feed Iruma' group. Iruma campaigns every day in the group chat to lift the ban on snacks.

Alice: Softened up around everyone since entering second year, and no longer glares at them like he wants to punch them. Took up knitting in an effort to seem more approachable after Iruma lectured him on the subject.

Clara: Drags one of the Misfits to join her playtime sessions once a week. They have all learned what Azz and Iruma go through. Only Elizabetta came out unscathed.

Sabnock: Took up classic literature in his research on the demon kings. His vocabulary has a 13% chance to switch to Old Demonese if he's excited.

Lied: Started a group DeviTube channel. The primary uploader, he makes video game playthroughs and occasionally asks his friends to make videos of their own.

Jazz: Despite Allocer's intellect, he's the one who tracks everyones debts. Often turned to in order to settle conflicts, he revels in the fact that he's now the big brother of the class.

Allocer: Dating an older woman he met online. Keeping it incredibly secret, he worries that the Misfits will scare her off with their chaos and insistence on meeting her.

Elizabetta: Dating both Purson and Lied. Struggled to cope with being polygamous and accepting herself, but is now better off for it. Routinely interviewed by the school newspaper and runs a gossip column.

Crocell: Has taken up gardening to express herself in a way that isn't performing. Gets annoyed when the photos of her plants get more traction than some of her casual posts.

Kamui: Locked in gentleman class hell with Mr. Hatt and Kalego. They fixed him up and now he's stopped harassing women. A phenomenal start.

Purson: The second most frequent uploader on the shared channel, he has gained popularity as the Pixie online. Uses his money to purchase good music equipment, and to Kallego's annoyance, tests it every morning before class.

Gaap: Makes everyone breakfast. Has started taking requests because Agares assured him that people would get sick of constant onigiris. Kalego has praised his work.

Agares: Falls asleep on Gaap's lap routinely because he trusts Gaap to take care of him. It has worked like 60% of the time, but he does it anyways.

[imsparky2002]

Barbie in the Nutcracker: First Thoughts

The following is my thoughts while watching this for the first time.

Credits look awful. Still, it’s 2001 and this is the first installment so I’ll give it a pass.

Only know the basic Nutcracker song and theme but nice that it uses an orchestra

Barbie herself doesn’t look too bad but her little sis… yikes.

Kinda weird to see these dolls moving like mocap performers.

Heh! Barbie’s voice actor has the same name as her little sister.

Kelly very clearly sounds like an adult woman trying to do a kiddish voice.

Lipsyncing is odd, looks more like generic flapping.

Surprisingly decent snow effects.

I’m assuming Clara’s parents are either dead or abandoned them. Or they could also just be on vacation.

Is it wrong that I find Grandpa cute? Gives off a very distinguished vibe. Especially that voice.

They call gingerbread houses “christmas boxes”? That’s… interesting.

Kinda wish they gave Clara a different voice from Barbie, or at the very least a different hairstyle.

The lighting is actually pretty good! Nice warm hues, makes me feel like I’m at a cozy inn.

Her little brother looks like the kids who played Fortnite and would tease me in high school. Of course his name is fuckin’ Tommy.

This CGI is reminding me of early PS2 cutscenes.

Aunt Drosselmayer’s got that 90’s Leo DiCaprio/Hugh Grant parting in her hair. Bleh.

Why is Clara the only blonde in the family?

Ooh! We’ve got some family drama between Auntie and Grandpa. This is getting juicy.

Elizabeth is giving me confident bisexual vibes with the voice and manner of movement. Bet you that’s why Grandpa doesn’t trust her.

Looking at the wiki I just found out that Trixie’s VA voices the Aunt, Starlight’s VA is Barbie and Cadence’s VA is one of the kids! Must be a Canadian production.

I will never not find the word “nutcracker” to be hilarious.

Clara, why tf are you fighting over a toy with your lil brother? You’re like… 17? 18? I dunno but it’s way too old.

Seriously they gave Tommy the most punchable face ever. Not that I’d ever punch a kid but I can see why other kids his age would deck him.

Magic shenanigans are ensuing.

I like the medeival look of the rats. The CGI actually fits them well.

Clara wakes up to see an anthropomorphic warrior rat right next to her eating something and is just like “goddamn it, git ya varmint!” I love it.

Oh, she thinks she’s dreaming. That makes sense to why she’s so calm.

Hmm… I feel like the Rat King should look a bit more evil, and larger as well. Still, TIM CURRY! I’m gonna LOVE this.

Woah! We’re getting a fight scene! A swordfighting scene to be exact!

Oooh the Rat King’s magic and can shapeshift his weapon. That’s metal AF.

Tim Curry putting everything into his performance as usual.

I’m kinda surprised we’re already getting a Nutcracker-Rat King battle. I’d have thought they’d save that sorta thing until the third act.

Did they really have to change it to Sugarplum Princess? Fairy just sounds more powerful.

Wow! This snowy cave is beautiful! Something out of a classic painting.

EWWW THESE LIL SNOW FAIRIES LOOK DISGUSTING!

Did this nutfucker not realize that an icy fortress would have ice for the walls?

The fairies doing ballet looks weird because they have nothing to stand on.

Please don’t tell me the small fairy is staying, I hate her.

Dance is currently reminding me of Fantasia.

“The fairies probably went off to make a blizzard somewhere”. The way he said that nonchalantly had me cackling.

The effect of Clara’s footsteps turning into flowers is beautiful.

Pimm sounds like he’s an absolute troll online. Also gives me Psychicpebbles vibes (though I know it’s not him).

Wow the Rat King is a straight up genocider.

Why do all the kids look like Kelly?

OH DEAR GOD THAT LITTLE BOY LOOKS HORRIFYING.

Wait Prince Eric? Are they legally allowed to call him that? We all know how much Disney loves copyrights.

Man these kids are little shits and their outfits are gagworthy.

Major Mint definitely got a big personality, and the voice actor does a good job with it.

Ok Mint is hilarious and is so far the best part of the movie.

Nice to see some Asian rep with Captain Candy.

Wow, Rat King turns his failed employees into stone. Dark!

The zoom in on the Rat King as he says “that’s it?” made me giggle.

Thomas Astruc looked at the Rock Golem and got his first idea for an akuma.

Wait how the hell does Clara know that the Nutcracker is Prince Eric? I mean I already assumed because of the plot of the original ballet, but how does she know?!

The bridge scene gives me the willies, since I’m afraid of heights.

Wow this flower fairy is the only kid-looking character that has a decent design.

Didn’t expect a song to be interrupted by an enemy.

Lol, the Major’s monocle falls off as he sees the giant.

Glad to see the fairies serve a purpose other than dancing. Kick that giant’s ass!

Captain Candy’s a better man than Mint, as he actually makes sure that he gets saved.

Once again, the island is beautiful! Reminds me of Oz with the colored roads.

Ooh clever! At first I thought the castle’s backdrop looked really fake but I just factored it was because it’s 2001 CGI. But it was actually a trap!

Nice we see a test of Clara’s character that she passed.

The invisble hand touching Clara’s hand is actually making me feel kinda teary-eyed internally.

The Rat King definitely has a Napoleon complex.

Loving the character arc for Nutcracker with his final duel.

Ah! So now the Rat King is growing. Fits for the climax.

Huh… Prince Eric looks more like Jimmy Pesto than a prince.

Lol Major Mint realizes he’s been shittalking the prince.

Huh, so Clara’s the princess? I guess it sorta makes sense since it’s her dream.

For those princes out there who are hated by the public, all ya gotta do is fight a giant mouse.

Mint and Candy got the moves! Best dancers of the entire movie.

The final dance between Eric and Clara is absolutely gorgeous.

The villain was taken down by a snowball… I love it.

God Kelly Sheridan and Kirby Morrow really put everything into the scene where Clara disappears.

Lol Kelly’s Canana accent shows up when she says “It’s not a story”.

“What’s all this foolishness about mice kings and bats, Clara? Enough of your womenly hysteria! Time for a lobotomy!” Grandpa, basically.

Actually now that he’s in a suit, Eric looks a lot hotter.

I’m surprised Barbie’s little sister had the attention span to listen to a 1 hour story.

I'll be making a full review of the film soon. Let me know thoughts in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[stellar-skyy]

this is less of a request and more of a silly thought that i wanted to share! i discussed this with another moot once but like... sampo would be such an asshole brother dude. in the most loving and affectionate way, of course!! but he would be such a little SHIT to have as a sibling LMAO he's the type of brother you would want to punch. lovingly, of course...... but still punch.

HE WOULD BE HE SO WOULD!! i think he would be like my brother (i'm projecting, i'm projecting so much) so he'd find it hilarious to jump out of corners to scare his sibling. also just straight up lying to them. nothing actually serious, but one of his favourite hobbies is tricking them into believing the dumbest shit he could come up with. bonus points if he can manage to get them to tell it to others with complete sincerity.

"hey, clara! did you know that if you plug an automaton into a charging port they glow like fairy lights?"

"huh?? really? that's so cool!"

sampo is also the kind of brother to insult everything about his sibling's existence but get incredibly offended if anyone agrees with them. like no susan, you cannot talk like that with THAT hair. how dare they, honestly. that is HIS sibling to insult and HIS only.

also you know that one scene from lilo and stitch, when nani just collapses on lilo saying 'oh noooo gravity is increasing on me...' he would do that to them as well. he's just an absolute little shit when it comes to his sibling. he loves them of course! and they love him back, but that does not stop them from wanting to punch him all the time.

[anhonest-puck]

tell me about you + your friend’s 80s au?

oh lord where do i even start 😭 i’m about to be yapping for a long time i apologize in advance.

so, me n my group of friends got together and put an 80’s au together called Island Wheels! we’ve all been working on it for a while and i love it dearly i’m ngl. i write ralph’s perspective (might have been obvious..) and basically his whole character so most of the stuff in this ramble will be about his side of the story!! (we also assume that mulberry boy [we named him maxwell], simon, and piggy are still alive and just got really beat up or something)

we assigned each of the boys a type of skating/something on wheels!! so ralph roller skates (i think piggy would attempt to roller skate too? he just wouldn’t like it very much and opt to play the arcade games or smt lolll), jack and roger roller blade, simon and maurice skateboard, and samneric ride bicycles (or only one for both of them sometimes..)! they all hang out at the local skating rink to just get away from everything though.

to start: his family. i hc that ralph is a middle child! his older brother is robert and his younger brother is maxwell. his fathers name is felix allebach and his mothers name was clara, who passed away when ralph was seven. his father remarried to an american woman named trudy jennings. ralph’s full name is ralph rover jennings-allebach. his brothers are amazing; maxwell looks up to ralph like an idol of some sort, and robert would literally kill for his younger brothers. his relationship with his father is also really good too! the allebachs are british-german, making them practically fluent in both languages as they grew up around german speaking family. their family is more lower-middle class, leaning hard on the lower part.

ralph’s character: basically brother has issues. he has ocd, ptsd from the island, anxiety/hallucinations, and he tends to go into depressive slumps every so often; especially when things aren’t clean or ‘manipulated’ to how it wants them to be. this is what my most recent art was about!! he was freaking out because he looks “like a corpse” and how he can’t recognize himself anymore after getting smoked out of the island. yikes.

last section bcz i don’t want to spoil too much!! how did jack and ralph re-meet?: they wound up going to the same boarding school (wow shocker ikr) and ralph becomes distant after figuring that out. but one night during a party at the skating rink, roger shoves jack into ralph which leads into jack spilling his drink all over him. (fun fact this entire scene was inspired by Ribs by Lorde so um. thanks Lorde?) ralph still like hates jack at this time so jack is like “uhmmmmmhhh ill go get paper towels ahaha” and he just ditches and probably punches roger. and then (shocker again) their sophomore year they get put in a dorm together and simply have to Deal With It! they do end up getting along a little while into it though :)

i don’t want to spoil a whole hell of a lot but that’s a little bit of it :,) i’ve been waiting for someone to ask though i’ve been so excited FJSHSJJS. i have so much more i’m so sorry for the literal paragraphs already BAHAHAHA take some soggy ralph as compensation 🥹

please do ask questions if you have any!! i’m very willing to answer any questions about this au hehe

[gemlover100000]

push 2009 shifting SCIRPT

Push shifting SCIRPT 

Disclaimer don’t copy mine give me permission copy and paste and edit the text thank you 

Clara 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Personally: 

Mental health: ( no cancer , epilepsy etc)

Stigma: 

Strength: 

Intelligence: 

Speed: 

Power(s) 

Be a crossbreed ( mover ,watcher crossbreed  ) optional 

Skin

I have clear skin 

I don’t have any acme 

I don’t have any blackheads 

I don’t have body hair or peach fuzz 

Hygiene 

I will smell fresh 

My hair will not be greasy

My breath will smell good 

My teeth will be white 

Backstory: 

Safe word: 

Face claim: 

Hobbies: 

Strengths: 

Weaknesses: 

Wardrobe: 

Main: 

Nighttime: 

Alternative clothes 1:

Alternative clothes 2:

Alternative clothes 3:

Alternative clothes 4:

Alternative clothes 5:

Alternative clothes 6:

Alternative clothes 7:

Alternative clothes 8:

My house/ apartment and room: 

Car: ( optional) 

Motorcycle: ( optional) 

Belongings: 

Scenarios: 

Extra: 

Unlimited credit card 

Really good social skills 

I can’t get pregnant ( if I want too.) 

I make really funny jokes

I can sing really good 

I know self defense really well

I have a high pain tolerance

I never gain weight

I can run in high heels 

I can control my power very easily 

Division is unable to track me or kill me 

I don’t get tired 

My friends won’t find me annoying 

I can’t die from the screams of the bleeders 

Everyone looks like just in the movie 

By saying jumanji 3x I will immediately leave my dr 

1 day in cr = 1 year in my dr 

Music / movies / shows exist in my dr 

I will have my memories from my cr 

I will know how to use a gun 

I can put on make up perfectly 

My punches are strong

I have internet on my phone 

Timeline: ( move / fan made after the movie ) 

Clone 

My clone is safe 

My clone looks the same 

My clone will look at me and sound like me 

Relationships: 

Mother: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Father:  ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Zodiac: 

Power: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Sister: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power:

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Brother: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Best friend: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Best friend 2: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Soulmate: ( cannon original character) 

Name: 

Age: 

Birthday: 

Power: 

Zodiac: 

Sexually: 

Alive or dead?: 

Works for division, traid your team?: 

Height: 

Weight: 

Body type: 

Nick gant 

He is really kind and loyal to you 

He can protect you at all cost 

He can help you practice at your powers despite he sucks at it 

He can watch movies with you 

You can watch him gamble to win money 

He can cook you breakfast when your tired

He can comfort you when your hung over

He will comfort me when I have a bad dream/ nightmare 

He is immune to dying 

He is immune to getting sick 

Cassie Holmes 

She likes your personality 

She can easily predict things from the future 

She is really smart and intelligent 

She gives out good advice being a watcher

She loves watching tv shows with you 

She is immune of false visions 

She doesn’t drink that often 

He is immune to dying 

He is immune to getting sick 

Kira Hudson 

She likes your personality 

She can easily push you or other people if desired 

Pinky Stein 

He likes your personality 

Hell keep you and your friends safe at all cost

Teresa stowie 

She’ll heal you if your injured

She’ll redeem if desired 

 Side effects of getting your powers 

Mover 

Hands aching 

Hands popping 

Fingers aching 

Watcher 

Headaches 

Seeing visions 

Bleeder 

Throat tingling 

Singing voice improving 

Throat burning 

Urging to scream

Pusher 

Head Aching 

Eye color darkening 

Wiper 

None 

Shadow 

None 

Shifter 

sniff

nose itching

None 

Stitch 

Hands aching 

Warning if you really want shift there are some things. 

Use your powers carefully they are controlled by emotion for example if your a mover and you get angry you feel a aura that means your powers are working

You’ll feel pain in your dr 

If your not Familiar with it watch the movie 

DONT BLAME IT ON ME IF YOUR ATTACKED BY A BLEEDER OR HEALED BY A STITCH ITS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! 

[hb-writes]

Stars in the Sky

Summary: It’s 1927 in the Little Lady Blinderverse. Clara Shelby is feeling overwhelmed with trying to balance university, family, and business responsibilities, but that doesn't stop her from noticing something is off with her brother. When have her own problems ever stopped her from trying to fix someone else's?

Request (anon): Parental writing prompt number 9. Tommy and Clara. When she is studying for exams at university and it’s making her stressed. So Tommy is trying to get her to take a walk x (A/N it kind of ran away from me a bit, so it’s not exactly what was requested—hope you enjoy it!). 

Characters: Tommy Shelby and Clara Shelby

Content Warnings: Insomnia for Tommy and Clara both. 

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there. Tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

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Clara punched her fists down on the covers at the realization that it was only quarter past three. Even as she longed for a few more hours of sleep, she could sense she had already reached whatever imaginary quota there was in place governing her rest for the night.

It was probably for the best, she decided. Clara could use the extra hours of wakefulness to do some more work on her assignment before the children woke. And maybe scanning the text and making her notes would even ease her back towards sleep. She wouldn't be opposed to that option either.

Clara pushed aside the covers. She slipped into her robe and slippers as she reluctantly slid out of the bed. The air had a chill. It was perfect for sleeping, perfect for nestling under the warmth of several layers of bed clothes, but not for wandering the halls.

She tugged an old blanket from the top of her covers. The blanket had been neatly folded at the foot of her bed when she shut out her own lights, so Clara took that as evidence that Tommy was home and had done his rounds checking on the children, herself included.

She’d tried to wait up for her brother, using her assignment as an excuse to post up in his office after dinner and again after helping Lizzie to get the kids down for the night, but she had been too tired—too exhausted, really. She hadn’t recognized her exhaustion for what it was…or at least she wasn’t willing to admit it. 

Clara wasn’t willing to admit that she was struggling to balance it all—her studies, her work, and her family responsibilities. She barely had a social life to note these days, but the various neglected friendships weighed on her as well. She saw her university friends out of necessity—in classes and study groups, but Clara couldn’t remember the last time she’d properly seen Isiah. Or her brother, Finn, for that matter.

She saw Tommy and Ada and Arthur more often because of the kids. Clara had assigned herself the responsibility of being present in the lives of her niece and nephews—well, the ones she had access to. Clara hadn't seen John's lot in years now, but she usually held herself to a certain schedule of visits with Karl, Billy, Ruby, and Charles, something Tommy tended to hold her, too—when it came to his own children, at least. Clara half-wondered if it wasn't for his benefit…if Tommy thought she wouldn't seek out his company without that responsibility.

Not that it truly felt like a responsibility. Most often, Clara enjoyed visiting with the children. These days, the visits seemed to be the only time when she had a bit of fun, the only time the searing tension eased from her neck and shoulders. Being home, whether at Watery Lane or at Arrow House, was like finding a missing part of herself.

And she usually slept better, some part of her soul soothed by the familiar walls of her brother's home. But not tonight.

Clara was still enjoying a certain looseness in her shoulders from the brief hours passed with Ruby and Charles, but there was still an anxiousness in her limbs, a restlessness that she tagged as regret, the slightest bit of resentment because she knew she should've stayed away for the weekend. She should have defied her brother’s firm request that she make her way back to Warwickshire for a few days because she didn’t truly have the time to devote an entire Saturday and Sunday to her niece and nephew.

She didn't have the time for much of anything and wouldn't until the semester came to a close. Semester's end was still over a month away though and Clara should’ve been spending the weekend at the university library, working on the research paper due next week, but frantic as she was, Clara hadn’t had it in her to explain all that to her brother over the phone. She hadn't had it in her to mount an argument, which, as always, would be clocked as a grand rebellion against Tommy's orders.

Most of all, Clara hadn’t had it in her to admit that she was feeling spread a bit too thin.

And even if she did, Tommy could be oddly rigid about Clara keeping promises made to the kids even if he didn’t always do so himself. So, despite the fact that she would have preferred to spend her weekend at the library and knew that was possibly the smarter choice, Clara had packed up her books and headed for Arrow House.

Clara had tried to set reasonable expectations with the children, reminding them that she had work to do and she couldn't play all hours, but Clara struggled to abide by her own boundaries.

She’d held strong for close to two hours after having an early dinner with Lizzie and the kids, locking herself in Tommy’s office with her books and ignoring the imploring of her niece and nephew. Clara had promised the kids she’d spend all Saturday and most of Sunday doing whatever they wished, but insisted on taking the majority of Friday evening for herself. 

She knew she would feel better if she made some significant progress at the start, but she hadn't anticipated feeling so tired. She had forgotten the ways Arrow House could lull her toward sleep, even if it didn't always keep her in the throes of slumber.

Taking a break from her studies to help with bedtime rituals in the first place had been her true downfall, but Clara had needed a break from her books. She had nearly gone to sleep after helping Lizzie get Charles and Ruby down, a drowsiness coming over her while reading the requisite bedtime stories and giving out the compulsory hugs and kisses. Clara had been more tired than either of the kids by the time they shut the lights, but Clara knew those late-night hours were the only quiet she was likely to get this weekend.

She had carried on with her studies for a few more hours, occupying Tommy’s office and making little progress with the assignment or the studying though she was determined to continue until her brother made it home. There was no particular reason to wait for him, but Clara had set her brother's arrival as an arbitrary marking point.

Tommy would come home and make an arbitrary comment about the lateness of the evening and send her off to bed with some authority that Clara felt he didn't truly hold over her any longer, but she would listen. After seeing him for a few minutes, she'd pack up her things and go off to bed as her brother asked, her assignment nearly finished by that point.

That was how Clara imagined her evening would go, but she'd always been said to have an overactive imagination. In truth, she'd given up with her studies not long before Tommy arrived home but she'd already been fast asleep by the time he peeked in on her.

First, she hadn't wanted to sleep. Then she hadn't wanted to wake, but it was of little consequence now. Though Clara wasn't feeling particularly motivated or studious at the moment, she knew it would be best for her to get in a few more hours of work before Charlie and Ruby woke. She knew she wasn’t too likely to fall back asleep, in any case.

Clara's steps were nearly silent as she toed down the hallway. It was habit more than anything to keep quiet. People rarely got after her for being up too late these days, not unless it was a matter of physical concern. Mostly, Tommy had decided Clara knew well enough how to care for herself by now. He kept his feedback on the matter to brief comments rather than grand declarations. Any chastisement she got for not sleeping was more of a funny little bit between them, a calming piece of banter they could shroud themselves in from time to time.

She looked in on Charlie as she passed by his door, another habit that was hard in dying. The boy was sleeping soundly—peacefully. Clara envied the boy that.

Clara pulled the door nearly shut before moving down the hall. Ruby's door had been pulled shut and Clara didn't bother trying to push it open for a peek. Unlike Charles, Ruby was a light sleeper. A fussy sleeper. Any interruption at this hour would have the little girl up for the day and cranky for a nap by breakfast time.

At the end of the hall, the door to Tommy and Lizzie's room was left half-open, the way Lizzie had left it before going to sleep. She always left it that way when Tommy wasn't home to better hear the children. The fact that it was open meant Tommy hadn't gone to bed.

He was home though. He'd come up to check on his children and he'd set a blanket over Clara's sleeping form without her knowing, but he hadn't gone as far as to put himself to bed.

Clara wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't unusual that her brother would come home at this hour, come upstairs to check on the children and retreat to his office.

Clara leaned over the rail to look down into the foyer. The hallway lights were extinguished, so she assumed Tommy would be in his office—stowed away there with his book and a bottle, unable to sleep.

She eased herself down the steps in the dark. Clara didn't worry about the possibility of finding a creaky step. Despite the manor's well-ripened age, it didn't seem to have any. From the bottom of the stairs, she could see dim light at the end of the hallway. It spilled through to the main hall from Tommy's office and the attached sitting room. Clara continued her walk on the tips of her toes, still feeling implored to keep quiet, some part of her reminded of childhood games of hide and seek or the times when she and Finn had tried to sneak up on the other Shelby's, debilitated and preemptively identified by the inevitable bout of giggles that always spilled from one or the other of the twins' lips before a proper scare could be had.

It wasn't often that Clara could creep up on Tommy, but usually when she did, she would hear something, some evidence of movement or life—the rustle of pages or a curse at something off in the company ledgers, or the clink of a whiskey glass on the wooden desk, but Clara heard nothing of the sort tonight. It was just quiet with the only sound in the rooms the faint snapping of the fireplace and Clara's own breath as she paused outside the door, relishing the fact that she'd made it this far without garnering Tommy's notice.

Tommy was often too aware of his surroundings for being snuck up on. He was too guarded and reactive to the most minute of sounds and movements���a seemingly innate awareness alerting him to danger in his surroundings—but for the moment, Tommy was absorbed by the book in his hand. A small notebook lay in his lap, a pencil poised between two fingers but seemingly forgotten. Tommy's mouth was pulled tight and his eyebrows were drawn down and together as his eyes scanned the same page for several moments. He was studying the words—reading and re-reading them, the fact that he was considering them carefully, troubled by something in the text was evident in his features.

An uncomfortable twinge shot through Clara's stomach and warmth crept into her cold cheeks. She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed at watching her brother in this way, like she was seeing something she wasn't meant to, some part of Tommy that was his to hold and not hers. Shame washed over her for lingering at the threshold unannounced, for intruding on her brother's privacy.

Clara knocked softly then, rapping her knuckle against the open door a few times before stepping forward.

Tommy glanced up at the interruption, meeting her gaze. He lifted his glasses from his face and rubbed at tired eyes. Tommy drew his hand down over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose.

Clara remained a few steps from the door until Tommy tossed the books and pencil onto the coffee table, depositing his glasses atop of the pile.

"It's late, Clara,” he said by way of a greeting. Tommy wouldn't say much more on the subject, especially not on a weekend, but the comment slipped off his tongue in lieu of a proper greeting anyway.

Clara thought of being clever in response, of informing him that it was for a fact actually quite early , but she was tired and she could see her brother was, too, so she merely shrugged as she sat down beside him.

"How was your business in London?"

Tommy reached for his long-forgotten glass, taking a sip of whiskey before he spoke. "Ada says she and the kids will be coming 'round for Christmas."

Clara snorted. That wasn’t news. Ada and Karl always made it around for Christmas, but the fact that he’d stopped by Ada’s in the first place was news. She was willing for a moment to abandon her questioning about business to explore that instead. "You saw Ada, then?"

Tommy nodded.

“And Karl—?”

Tommy was already nodding though she hadn't barely gotten her nephew's name out of her mouth. 

"Is that really all you're going to tell me?" 

Tommy took another drink. "That's all you need to know."

"Tommy," Clara complained, a certain familiar imploring tone coming from her lips. It had less of its intended effect considering Tommy immediately stood up and walked away from the couch, heading first to pull a file from his desk and then to the bookshelf where Clara had deposited her school books earlier in the evening.

"London was fine. Your sister and nephew are coming to visit for a week next month. I imagine your sister would appreciate a visit from you sooner, though."

"That's all you need to know about London."

Tommy held out Clara's stack of books as he came back across the room and she took them with a huff, watching him until he reclaimed his spot on the couch beside her. Tommy rubbed at his temple as he leaned into the armrest, seemingly engrossed in the paperwork in front of him.

Clara tried to get back to work on her assignment. She skimmed through the last paragraph she'd written and opened her text back to the spot where she'd been taking notes, but Clara kept finding herself studying Tommy out of the corner of her eye. She'd left her shame out on the threshold, and curiosity overcame her once again, a million questions coming to her even if her brother didn't seem keen on talking tonight.

Clara shifted in her seat, trying to see the title of the book that still sat discarded on the table and when she couldn't get a proper look, she closed her books in her lap and cleared her throat.

"Tommy?"

His gaze shifted to hers, but no other part of him did. "Clara, I have work to do. So do you by the looks of it."

"I know," she said. "I just want to know what you were doing before I came in?"

Tommy turned to look at her more fully now, a single eyebrow raised. "Reading," he said. "What did it look like?"

Clara gulped. "I don't know," she said. "You were taking notes. Why? What were you reading?"

Tommy took a deep breath. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he'd done when she first interrupted him. It was always questions with Clara, never ceasing questions.

"Why aren't you reading, eh?" he asked. "Thought you had a paper due." Tommy hadn't heard it from her, but she'd told Ada when they spoke over the phone last week to cancel their scheduled lunch. She'd just been blowing off some steam, complaining about school and their brother's demands that she go out to the country with his lot for the weekend. Clara hadn't realized she wasn't speaking in confidence. She should've known better.

"I do, but—"

Tommy shook his head.

"I have a very important assignment due, Thomas ," Clara repeated, putting her books aside, "but you're distracting me."

Tommy snorted. "I'm distracting you?"

Clara nodded. "You're here so you couldn't sleep. And something's clearly troubling you."

The briefest bit of humor passed over Tommy's features. "And what's that, my girl?"

Clara recognized what he was doing, calling her his girl by way of distraction, almost like an insult. The name could heal or harm all depending on how Tommy chose to yield it.

"I don't know. You won't tell me," Clara said. "Maybe something in that book of yours?" Clara didn't dare to suggest aloud that it was something weighing heavily on his head and his heart, but the implication was there in the way she was looking at him.

"Tommy, talk to me."

"Talk to you?" he said, shaking his head. "What do you want me to say?"

Clara opened and closed her mouth a few times. She didn't know what she wanted Tommy to say. She wasn't sure if she even wanted the truth. She didn't know if she could handle whatever it was troubling her brother even if she wanted to.

"I think you should take a break from your studies," he said, waving idly towards her books. "The lack of sleep's got your imagination running wild, eh? Time for you to get back to bed."

Clara considered her brother. The conversation she'd wanted to have was very clearly closing. And Tommy was right. Clara was once again feeling tired.

"Will you sleep?" she asked.

"No."

Tommy's answer was quick as he shook his head and Clara sighed. She wasn't the only one who's mind ran wild with the late hour. Clara knew what Tommy didn't—it was best to try to find sleep before the night could have its way with you—twisting your thoughts until they were all lined up against you, an enemy line ready for battle over your mind.

Tommy wasn't winning, not tonight.

"Let's take a walk, then." Clara shot up from the couch.

Tommy's shoulders seemed to collapse for just a moment. For just a fraction of a second, a bit of tension left him, but then he looked to her with skepticism, the silence between them propelling Clara forward in her appeal.

"Please, Tommy?" She held her hand down to him. "The fresh air will help me focus," she said. "Or it'll help me back to sleep. I'll keep my questions to myself."

"Not often you offer to keep your questions to yourself, eh?" Tommy snorted, lingering on the sofa for a moment before taking Clara's hand and allowing her to pull him up to his feet.

"You can keep your questions to yourself, too, Thomas," she said as they walked out of the office. "And any grand pieces of advice or lectures you're keen on. Save them for after our walk."

"A quiet walk, then," Tommy agreed. He stopped at the front closet, pulling out Clara's coat and setting it over her shoulders though she was still shrouded in a blanket. She took it without complaint, just as Tommy had issues it without discourse. Tommy donned his own jacket as he opened the front door and stepped out into the chilly morning air.

It was still dark, the only light in the sky courtesy of the lamps lining the drive and the smattering of stars that they'd never be able to see in Birmingham or London. The stars had a way of slowing things down—slowing them down, allowing their thoughts to be tampered to a reasonable volume, a reasonable speed.

They both knew the way without needing to discuss it, both Clara and Tommy heading through the grass of the side gardens to the field, far enough out that the lights from the house didn't interfere with the light of the sky.

Tommy and Clara didn't speak as they got settled on the grass, both of them looking up at the sky in an amiable silence. A few minutes passed that way before something itched inside Clara, an itch bothersome enough that she was prepared to go back on her promise of a quiet walk. After all, maybe it wasn't going back if they weren't walking any longer. They were stargazing now. Maybe questions were something allowed while stargazing. Maybe the fresh air would make Tommy more amenable to giving her answers.

Clara pulled her gaze from the stars to look at her brother, gauge her chances. Tommy's eyes were closed, soft breaths cycling in and out.

Clara turned her head back to the sky, not letting her gaze linger while he slept. She had as many questions for her brother as there were stars in the sky, but they could wait. It was more important that Tommy get some rest.

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[desire-mona]

me when insignificant cross reference of my two favorite albums :0!!

MEMEMEMEEME I CAN DO THIS TOO I CAN DO THIS TOO!! chris thile and punch brothers ssongs hold the fuck on cuz ive been waiting for an excuse to talk abt this oh my god.

stanley ann - chris thile

clara - punch brothers

like not entirely but hearing chris talk about dreams coming true makes my brain wojak point at the spotify lyrics ohhhh my god hey guys did you know i like chris thile

[codergalsblog]

Fnaf revival au(headcanons):

(DISCLAIMER: This is my opinion on the bite, but I respect everyone's opinions equally, but these are my thoughts).

You know what really bothers me about Evan's death. It wasn't the fact that he was killed by his brother(that still is horrible, though), but it's the fact that not one person working at fredbears tried to help the poor kid. Like, they could clearly see that evan was terrified and scared. He clearly didn't want to go to fredbear, but instead of the dayshift guards running up the stage and grabbing the kid from his brother arms, they just said "hey kid, back up from the stage." WHAT. THE. FREAK. IS THAT GONNA DO!!! it's like they didn't even care about the kid. Clearly, Mike wasn't gonna stop. Listen, when I tell you I would've run up to the stage SO FAST, I'm talking like sonic speed, moving faster than the speed of sound!!!

I also hate that after the bite, William was more concerned about the restaurant than his own child dying. This is more proof that William is in NO WAY a good father at all. heck, in my au, he ain't even a good husband. He would abuse his wife, too, verbally and physically. That was the main reason why Clara left him(she wanted to take the kids too, but didn't wanna risk William calling the cops on her). I also have a headcanon that William planned for Elizabeth's death because he wanted to test out remnant and how it works. So, he used his own family as lab rats for his experiment. He just faked being upset about Elizabeth's death because, like I said, there was no way that William was ever seen as a good father or a good husband.

Bonus:

While both Liz and evan visited their old, abandoned house, they found tapes that William had stored in his room. They both played and listened to all 10 tapes, and some of them were about remnant and immortality. But the other tapes are about how he didn't even love his own family and was just using them as lab rats, especially Elizabeth. William said in those tapes that he always manipulated her into thinking that she was the "golden child" of the family and that she was more important than her two brothers. He also said that he would always tell her to dress in proper clothing and look modest. but not because he loved her, but it was all just to save his own reputation and make everyone believe that the aftons were the "perfect" family. He also said that he purposefully told Elizabeth not to see circus Baby because he knew that she would be too tempted and impatient enough to rebelle and go see her.

When I tell you that Elizabeth's face was red, I mean RED red. Not of embarrassment, but of anger. She was just in disbelief that all this time: she was never loved, was never the favorite to begin with, always was told to dress up like a pretty doll and for what: for William afton to save face. Liz was about ready to punch that tape recorder right then and there, but evan said it wasn't worth it.

But what William said about evan was even worse: he always said that evan was just a mistake and a ghost to the afton family. Will would always say that he was the one who would lock evan in his room or in the backroom of fredbears, not Michael. This was because he knew that Michael, even though he scares evan sometimes, he wouldn't dare to lay even a FINGER on his own brother if it meant he would get hurt somehow. The same goes for Elizabeth, too. So, in order to make evan so terrified of Michael to the point where he was too scared to even be in the same room as him, he would always record Michael playing hide and seek with Elizabeth and would play those tapes in order to scare evan to the point where he doesn't leave his room. William did all of that just so he can have one less "problem" to worry about(these are William's words, btw). When the bite of 83' happened, he wasn't sad at all. In fact, william was actually relieved to know that he had one less problem to deal with now. He treated evan like he never even existed, and even after the bite, he always covered it up by saying, "Who's evan?" Or "I only have 1 son, what do you mean?"

When evan heard this, he was unfazed but was also very sad too because the whole time, he was just non-existent to his own father, and no matter how much he tried to be perfect for him, it was never enough. He was sad, but just let it slide. ohh, but Elizabeth didn't, cuz She was FURIOUS and DISGUSTED about how he would treat his own family this way. She was about ready to actually FIGHT the tape recorder (and even the tape itself) but evan stopped he and told her again that it's not worth it and that they both should leave and try to calm down back home.

(P.S: Liz took the tape recorder and the tapes, smashed them to bits and pieces, and put it in a little bag.....then threw it into the bonfire along with the pictures of William.)

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep06 "Go Fly a Kite" Review and Commentary

Link to previous episodes HERE

You know, I'm really having a blast writing up these posts. A big thank you to those of you who are reading these. Glad you're enjoying them.

In this episode: Electricity ceases to exist because Verne thinks he's adopted. Also, Marty is the Smart One for 2 and a half seconds.

We get a fun little surprise in this episode, which starts with a clip from the first BTTF film! It's a quick one, but we get to see the lightning striking the clock tower and Marty traveling back to 1985. Prior to this, we haven't gotten any footage from the movies woven into the episodes, so that's neat. Of course, its inclusion is due to electricity playing a big role in today's episode.

After the clip, we go to Real Doc in his lab, who continues to barely blink during these segments. If you've been keeping up with these posts, you're aware of my concern for Animated Series Real Doc. He's like Movie Doc but turned up 5 or 6 extra notches. There is a frantic, crazed air about him that isn't present in Movie Doc. A tangible sense of "some sort of fuse has blown in this man's brain" that I can't quite put my finger on, but it is there. Animated Series Real Doc is bananas.

I think—I think that Doc needs to go on a vacation. A nice, calm, relaxing vacation to a tropical island where he can sit on the beach and listen to seagulls and waves crashing. He needs to de-stress.

Real Doc tells us about Benjamin Franklin inventing the lightning rod, and how he was actually present on the night Franklin did his kite experiment. This brings us into the cartoon portion of the episode.

Jules and Verne are playing some sort of high-tech board game, complete with little holograph versions of themselves traveling around the board. Jules wins, and we see a tally chart indicating he's won the game 35 times, while Verne has won only once. When Verne asks how Jules always manages to win, Jules replies, "Face it, Verne, you lack the basic intellectual skills one would naturally expect in a member of the Brown lineage." He goes on to say that Verne isn't good at science and that he doesn't resemble their mother or father. While he's piling on all these insults, Verne is hitting a punching bag that has a picture of Jules drawn on it.

Jules says the logical conclusion is that Verne is adopted. Clara calls the boys to come eat then, to which Jules turns to his brother and says, "Ah, that would be my biological mother. Would you care to join my family for dinner?" He is being terrible. Poor Vernie.

Jules goes on to point out that there's a mysterious lack of baby pictures of Verne. "For all we know, you might even be a Tannen," he says, which makes Verne storm out of the treehouse in his little motorized car.

Meanwhile, Doc is in his lab putting the finishing touches on a new invention. It's a contraption that's powered by a mini flux capacitor and allows him to take a photograph of any person throughout history just by inputting a few pieces of information. ??? I don't. I don't really understand how this would work or what the point is, but ok, Doc. Also, Einstein is wearing those gloves that give him human hands again.

I find this to be unsettling and unnecessary.

Doc is just about to test the device (having decided to take a picture of Benjamin Franklin) when Verne comes flying into the room, demanding to know if he's a Tannen or not. When he mentions not having any baby pictures, Doc then goes to type Verne's name and birthdate onto the screen but is interrupted by an alarm that signals it's time for dinner. (I like the idea of Clara activating a big blinking light and a siren to signal Doc to COME EAT. That sounds like something that would happen.)

Left alone in the lab, Verne sits on the device's keypad and activates it. Because Doc had previously typed in "Ben Franklin" and then followed it with Verne's name, the device combines the two pieces of information and prints out a photo of the two of them. The result is a picture of Benjamin Franklin holding Verne as a baby. Naturally, Verne assumes this means that Ben Franklin is his real father.

We briefly visit the Brown kitchen then, where Clara is serving dinner. She stops Doc before he can reach for the food, and is like, "Aren't we forgetting something?" (she wants him to wash his hands) and I must include Doc's full response because it is. Something.

"Yes, yes. I should launder the epidermal surface of my upper forelimbs' terminal components, utilizing a perfumed block of rendered animal fat." That is TWENTY-TWO words just to say, "Right, I should wash my hands." Doc is so extra.

Verne steals the DeLorean and travels to 1752 to meet his "real dad", and he manages to interrupt Ben Franklin's kite experiment. This then causes all lights and forms of electricity to go out in the present day since Franklin never made his discovery. Marty soon arrives at the Brown residence, having concluded that every single light going out in town must be Doc's fault somehow. Very good conclusion, Marty.

The family gets a video message from Verne—Doc has begun to convert some of the house to run on steam, which is how the video goes through—where he says goodbye to them and that he's off to be with his real father. Jules admits that he's to blame for putting the idea in Verne's head, and we learn Jules's full name as Clara angrily says it: Jules Eratosthenes Brown.

Doc laments that now Verne is lost in time with no way for them to know where he went, but Marty knows just what to do! He rewinds the video, enlarges the image, and zooms in to see the date and location programmed onto the time circuits. "Marty, you're a genius!" Doc exclaims, then grabbing Marty in a too-tight hug. (I am glad Marty's getting a moment to show his intelligence here because 1. he deserves some recognition and 2. he's been an utter bonehead thus far in this cartoon)

Marty, desperately attempting to escape Doc's affection.

Marty, Doc, and Einie take off for 1752, where they proceed to chase Verne all around. Eventually, Verne comes across a large building that has a clock tower, and he decides climbing up to the top will be a good place to hide from his "fake dad" (aka Doc).

Upon reaching the top, Verne accidentally knocks over some building materials on the roof, sending lots of bricks and pieces of metal crashing to the ground. When Doc sees the crash and resulting pile of rubble, he fears that Verne has also fallen and is buried beneath it. He starts shouting for people nearby to help, but they don't seem particularly eager.

"Don't you get it?! This is my little boy I'm talking about!" Doc says to them. "My son! My own flesh and blood! He might be hurt!"

It's all very sweet, and the words of love even reach their way all the way up to Vernie, who is listening from a ladder.

Listen. I have such a soft spot for Verne Brown. This cartoon overall is bonkers, but I really like his character a lot. He is so wildly different from the rest of the Brown family, but he and Doc have such a special bond that adds to this show. I love this scene and how he's instantly moved to tears at hearing how distraught Doc is.

Verne decides that anyone who loves him that much must be his real father, and he calls to Doc from the top of the clock tower. Unfortunately, he slips and ends up hanging off the building. Hmm...what other Brown has done this before?

Doc scrambles to the roof and takes Verne by the hand, but then Doc slips and they're both dangling from the clock. Marty and Einie arrive, and they come up with a plan to rescue Doc and Verne. I should clarify, actually, that it's Einstein who comes up with the plan. He barks, and Marty goes, "Great idea!" and runs to follow him. They fly the time train by just as Doc and Verne fall, catching them safely inside.

With that crisis averted, they now have to deal with the other one: Ben Franklin's lightning experiment being interrupted. Seeing as the sky is clear, they must "create" a storm of their own, which Doc does by creating a lot of smoke via the train, having Verne spray a hose out the window, simulating thunder by banging on a pot, and creating lighting with some sort of device that generates large amounts of static electricity. It makes Marty's hair look very silly.

He has to crank the machine while holding onto Doc, who is dangling out of the train (Doc has to aim where the bolt of lightning will go). That's right. Marty is supporting all of Doc's weight just by holding him with one hand. More evidence for my "Marty has superhuman strength" theory.

The plan is executed successfully, and we return to 1991, where all the lights turn back on. Unfortunately, Clara had to break apart and burn every chair in order to run the stove while the guys were gone, so they're all reduced to sitting around and eating on the floor.

We end the cartoon with this sweet family togetherness moment, and then we get back to Real Doc. *throws confetti*

The live-action segment begins with a lab full of Hawaiian shirts hanging on a clothesline because Doc evidently decided to do some laundry while the cartoon was happening, and he lost track of time. After getting himself back on track, he uses some socks to demonstrate static electricity. He's still not blinking.

After Bill Nye shows us a do-at-home experiment using socks and balloons, we return to Doc, who gives us perhaps the best example of static electricity because his hair looks like THIS

He goes on to tell us that he has to look his best for tonight because he's meeting Clara for dinner. Which is adorable. I love that they have special little date nights together. I wonder if Marty babysits Jules and Verne while Doc and Clara go out. I hope Doc didn't look in a mirror and met up with Clara at a nice restaurant looking like that.

Overall, I enjoyed this episode. It's definitely the most heartfelt one so far in the series, and I like that it really shows us a glimpse of what a loving, dedicated father Doc is. I do, however, feel like it's also the least funny episode so far—which makes sense given the plot, of course. But it didn't leave a lot of room for me to make funny commentary. :(

Join me next time as I skip episode 7 entirely and jump to 8 instead because episode 7 is so weird and bad that I don't want to put myself through having to write a post about it.

[praeteritus-memories]

Clara had cried herself to near exhaustion , her small frame was overheated and the wet cloth on her forehead was doing just enough to keep her from the danger zone.

Svarog had placed the galaxy ranger in a bubble , both as a punishment and because he was not helping.

The panic boothill had at the sight of clara sick was both distracting and good reminder that yes he was fine and lively. That made svarog find his actions justifiable.

" Its a stress fever, her cuts are not infected and the bruises she gain are all but healed. "

Svarog did not need to share about the minor injures she had gained when she first saw the bullet grazing the sky but....he was feeling....petty ? Was that what humans called this feeling ?

Boothill was trying his best to get to poor Clara at this point from the bubble, kicking and punching Svarog's imprisonment the best he could. Hell, he's start shooting if he wasn't concerned about a bullet ricocheting and hitting him instead of outside the bubble.

"I get it, man, I fudged up real bad by now warnin' y'all 'forehand." Cybernetic hands pressed against the barrier, falling to his knees as he began to feel tired from the constant kicks and punches as best he could. "Just...Thank The Hunt she's alright...Son of a bench! This all m' fault, ain't it?" Rubbing his temple by now, a deep sigh escapes his lips, where augmented eyes gaze up at Svarog from his sitting position.

"Ain't got no signal in Penacony when I got there. The Order fudged all that up, Memokeeper said somethin' 'bout corrupted Memoria was forkin' up cell signals." Either that or he was in a dream the moment he arrived, he doesn't know because of how deep Sunday's dream went for everyone thanks to the Order. "Only when I got back t' th' wakin' world, could I call y'all." Bringing his knees to his chest, he starts to feel pretty defeated at this point. Not from the bubble, but the fact that he failed as a father in the first place.

"I promised my baby girl I ain't ever gonna cause her harm, but I'm here makin' her cry an' you worry. Tch...Some brother I am t' ya an' papa I am t' Clara, ain't I? My folks...must be lookin' down at me pretty dang pear'd off at me."

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND TWO - MATCH 2

B vs AAMIR AL HASHIM

B: @kittyonakeyboard

AAMIR AL HASHIM: @ibuprofen-exe

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propaganda Content Warnings: Childbirth complications, neglect, possession for B, cancer for AAMIR.

B:

PROPAGANDA: so her mother and baby brother died in childbirth and her and her older brother were raised in an attic alone left to starve (for the most part) and when her and her brother finally try to escape her big brother gets his brains blown out with a shotgun. she runs to the barn and meets a girl there who becomes her best friend and crush (Clara) and later outside of the forest she was escaping from she found a little girl who would be her sister (Sicily). she gets adopted with Sicily and Clara gets adopted by her adopted moms friend. these girls at school gaslight (*actually* gaslight) and manipulate her best friend into believing B is a terrible person and so they convince Clara to put a curse on B where shes stuck with a god of death n shit in her head 24/7 and anytime she has a breakdown the god can take over her body and control her and she has to live with that for the rest of her life (this was written pre-the owl house i promise u). after high school clara p much ditches her out of guilt and only comes back years later after med school in paris to fully apologize and try to rekindle their friendship and they eventually (after a WHILE and a lot of character growth) get together and then go kill B's dad.

THEME SONG:

AAMIR AL HASHIM:

PROPAGANDA: Born into the distinguished Al Hashim family of Antediluvian City, Aamir has faced overwhelming expectations from a young age, and even more so after his sister abandoned the planet to pursue a career in teaching, and his parents died in a strange space shuttle accident, leaving Aamir the lone heir to generations of reputation. In his life, Aamir has survived a crisis of gender, cancer, three divorces and an assassination attempt, but nevertheless, he remains optimistic and steadfast in his dedication to help his city as a lawyer. He is one of my favorite punching bag characters because, despite his circumstances, he always gets back up and tries again.

If you enjoy characters who are goofy lawyers with a habit of finding themselves in dangerous situations, like Harvey Dent and Saul Goodman, you will like Aamir.

THEME SONG: