#lee!∆lice

[sillymultifandomgirly]

"Zip's discovery"

Lers: Zip

Lees: ∆lice

(Platonic)

Zip sat in ∆lice's room, at least attempting to hang out with the other girl. ∆lice didn't allow people in her room often, but Zip, along with Oliver were both more than welcome to enter whenever they wanted. (She's still trying to get used to Edward-)

Zip sat there in awkward silence for a few seconds before eventually speaking.

"...Hey, Alice?"

∆lice looked over at the shorter girl.

"Yeah...? What is it?"

Zip scooted a bit closer to her before asking her question.

"..Do you enjoy affection from anyone that isn't Oliver?"

∆lice went silent, genuinely thinking of an answer. She didn't really let anyone else physically touch her, since she mainly only allowed Oliver to give her affection.

"..No, not really..Why do you ask?"

Zip frowned slightly at ∆lice's answer. She found it a bit sad that ∆lice didn't really let anyone else give her affection. That's when she got an idea.

"Just wondering....Could I perhaps hug you?"

∆lice's eyes lit up slightly. She wasn't used to other people hugging her, but it was worth a try.

"...Sure."

Zip smiled widely, wrapping her arms around ∆lice and pulling her into a hug.

"Yay!"

Little did Zip know, her claws were slightly digging into ∆lice's side, which caused the girl to let out a small squeak.

"Eep-!"

Zip finally realized what she was doing, scared that she was accidentally hurting the girl.

"S-Sorry...Does that hurt? Wait- Are you giggling??"

∆lice immediately covered her mouth, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"N-No, I- *snrk-* I'm nohot-!"

Zip looked up at ∆lice in slight confusion before realizing...That ∆lice was ticklish. She smirked, continuing to gently dig into ∆lice's side.

"Awww, is big scary Alice ticklish~?"

She teased playfully. ∆lice only grew more embarrassed, trying to keep her giggles in.

"N-Nohoho! *Snrk-* I'm n-not ticklish!!"

Zip giggled, now switching to scratching both of ∆lice's sides.

"Sure you're not...I totally believe you~"

∆lice didn't even try to hide her giggles at this point, now giggling loudly.

"Z-Zip nohohohoho!"

Zip's eyes lit up. She wasn't expecting ∆lice's laugh to be so cute...But she wasn't complaining.

"Zip yes! I wish I discovered you were ticklish sooner~!"

She switched up to ∆lice's ribs, now scratching and squeezing there. ∆lice's giggles only grew even louder, and she tried to push Zip's hands away.

"S-Stop thahahat! E-Ehehehehehe!"

Zip giggled in response, now switching to ∆lice's tummy.

"But where's the fun in that? I've just got started~!"

∆lice's giggles turned to full-on laughter, her face now redder than a cherry.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-NOT THERE- *SNRK* STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Zip squealed with excitement, only continuing to scratch ∆lice's stomach.

"Oh wow, you're as ticklish as my older brother! That's absolutely adorable~"

∆lice growled through laughter, now kicking her feet out as she tried to squirm away.

"N-NOT CUHUHUTE- *SNRK* I-I'M NOHOHOHOT ADOHOHORABLE-!!"

Zip giggled again, her tail wagging behind her as she added squeezes to the mix of her ticklish attack on ∆lice's stomach.

"Aww, who's a ticklish princess~? You are! Yes you are~!"

∆lice banged her fist against the floor, her cackling echoing through the room as she squirmed under Zip's touch.

"KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF! Y-YOHOHOU LIHIHIHITTLE GREMLIHIHHIHIN!"

Zip finally stopped, feeling rather pleased with herself.

"Ehehe! That was fun~! I didn't know monstrous princesses were so ticklish~"

∆lice huffed, sitting up and rubbing the ghost tickles away before glaring over at Zip.

"You have ten seconds..."

She wiggled her fingers at Zip. Zip's eyes widened, and she immediately bolted out of the room.

"WAIT NO-"

PART 2 COMING SOON

[just-cutie-avocado]

Ler! Oliver (my opinion) I feel like he would secretly sneak in Alice's room and tickle her >:3

I BELIEVE THIS IS 100% CANON

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Book names + authors under the cut

Sundew/Willow- Wings of Fire/The Poison Jungle Tui T Sutherland

Pip Quintana/Rooney Bach- Loveless by Alice Oseman

Jessica Tran/Abby Jones- Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee

Vivienne (Vivi) Duarte/Heather- The Cruel Prince/Folk of the Air by Holly Black

[alittleemo]

at the fraternity musing over how lucrative it would be to live here as a lice colony again

[k-star-holic]

Ha Ji-won "I can't act with Lee Seo-jin" ...why the bombshell?

[bitter69uk]

Recently watched: The Weak and the Wicked (1954) (retitled Young and Willing for the North American market). Tagline: “Frank, raw-truth exposé of women’s prisons! The terrors … abuses … scandals!” Who doesn’t love a gritty women-in-prison exploitation movie? Give me a Caged (1950), Women’s Prison (1955), Betrayed Women (1955), Girls in Prison (1956), Women Without Men (1956) or Caged Heat (1974) and I am entranced! (The whole genre was brilliantly parodied by SCTV in 1977 in the essential sketch “Broads Behind Bars”). Compared to these lurid, hardboiled American exemplars, the British variation The Weak and the Wicked feels buttoned-up, drab, downbeat and yes, tame, by comparison but it’s not without its merits. Glynis Johns stars as Jean Raymond, a posh upper-class woman (she wears prim little white gloves!) with a gambling addiction sentenced to prison on a trumped-up fraud charge. We watch as Jean and the other new arrivals file-in to be “processed” by the stern prison matrons: weighed, bathed (“strip!”), checked for lice and issued their frumpy uniforms. Once installed, Jean promptly befriends brassy peroxide blonde Betty Brown (the perennially sensational Diana Dors. Betty’s first words to Jean: “gizza fag!”). With each new female inmate Jean encounters, we get a flashback outlining her backstory (some are funny, some are tragic). British cinema aficionados should watch for Rachel Roberts, Sybil Thorndike, Irene Handl and Sid James in small roles. (I think it was contractually obligated for either James or Herbert Lom to appear in every single British film of the period). Director J Lee Thompson would reunite with Dors for yet another, better-known women-in-prison movie, Yield to the Night (inspired by the Ruth Ellis case) in 1956.

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

Damian and his friends like to watch movie, TV show, cartoon or anime together.

They all make turn on who is the host and at first the batfam was really shocked that damian invited peoples over ( dick was really proud and happy too much for damian liking) .

One of the show that they watched was avatar the last airbender, damian's favorite characters were iroh because he remind him of Alfred and ravi, Appa and momo of course, Ty lee because she remind him of dick, mai, zuko and azula ( he also adore the turtleduck and love bosco ).

Then they will watch harry Potter and his friends will quotes my father will hear about it and tease him , they will also made the house test he'll be so sure to end up in slytherin and will be shocked when he get hufflepuff.

Maps will pick detective movie or serie, damian will pick things about animals, slice of lice or romance like the anime adaptation of the shoujo manga that he read in his shoujo serie, Jon would pick shonen anime like naruto or action movie they all have differents taste.

Damian like to draw what he watch, one of his friend will invent story too.

They all have fun and this end with them in a cuddle pile with their family taking photos and sending them to the group chat.

[pviscelle]

M for Maniac | MasterPost

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Character

Genre/Tags: Dark Romance, Thriller

Word Count: 3k

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Implied sexual content, graphical depiction of violence, gore, mental instability, major character death, LGBT characters, angst.

Synopsis: In 21st Century Seoul, danger equaled things starting with the letter 'M':

Man,

Menace,

Malevolent,

And Min Yoongi.

'Crisis' was a given under his regime as a ferocious Mafia. But who was to stop him with a sound mind? Might be the people working at NIS.

However, the only two ways to reach him were either by dying at gunpoint beneath him or being tied down underneath him and grinding his favorite gun.

Kwon Iseul, a special agent assigned by NIS, made the worst decision of her life by pledging to arrest and unveil his true identity to the world, thinking she could beguile him with her coquettish beauty.

Spin off to Your Devil: A Doomed Catastrophe

PROLOGUE

The rough drag of his shoes across the hallway only stoked the urge to bash the head of the judgmental woman glaring at him into the same floor.

She was in her early forties, her thick glasses failing to hide the crow's feet that even makeup couldn't smooth over. The garish red lipstick she wore seemed less like an attempt at beauty and more like a desperate signal, casting her as someone hungry for attention—any attention.

He never cared to learn her name. Why would he? He hated her, not just for her constant pettiness, but for the ugliness that seeped through her polished exterior.

Women like her wore a human face over a heart of venom, two-faced like a shifting shadow, and he knew their kind all too well. One of them was the reason he was stuck here instead of relaxing in his own house.

"I see you've got the guts to shave your head but leave a patch of hair. A real sloth you are, Min Yoongi," she sneered, her gaze pinning him down with disgust.

Yoongi clicked his tongue, unbothered. "Had to, after the lice you gave me, old receptionist," he shot back.

"How dare you? I'm not old!" she snapped, her voice rising, preferring to be offended by a mention of old age to the insult of being accused of having lice.

"Haven't moved past denial yet, huh? Good luck telling that to your eighteen-year-old son."

"My son thinks I'm beautiful, you filthy rat. Go get your therapy," she hissed, eyes flashing with hatred as Yoongi walked off, cackling.

His laughter bounced off the walls, leaving her with nothing but the sound of it ringing in her ears as he reached the polished mahogany door of his therapist's office. Before stepping in, he paused to throw one final jab at the haughty receptionist: "Get your son some glasses. Maybe then he'll see what the rest of us do."

He left her standing there, seething, as her fury burned holes into the back of his freshly shaved head.

A soft click echoed through the room as Yoongi entered, and an unsettling quiet followed. The smirk that had stretched across his lips vanished as soon as he saw Dr. Lee, seated behind his desk, studying what Yoongi assumed was his report.

The doctor, burdened with knowledge, fixed his gaze intently on the white sheets and the CT scan Yoongi had taken the day before.

Yoongi shifted his weight, absently scratching behind his ear as the silence stretched on. Dr. Lee still hadn't given any sign that he had acknowledged his presence. For a moment, Yoongi considered leaving, trading insults with the old receptionist seemed far more appealing than sitting through whatever this session had in store.

"I can hear you second-guessing yourself, Yoongi," Dr. Lee said without looking up. "Don't think about leaving. Come in and sit down. We've got a few things to discuss."

Yoongi huffed. "Are therapists mind readers too?"

Dr. Lee glanced up, smiling faintly. "No, but after three sessions, I assure you we can pick up a few things. Come on, take a seat. I promise I won't bite."

"You therapists are creepy. I don't trust any of you."

Dr. Lee chuckled, leaning back in his chair as if Yoongi's comment was nothing more than casual banter. "Why not?"

Yoongi shrugged, finally walking over to the chair across from the desk and dropping into it with an exaggerated breath. "You people get anyone to spill their guts. That's why."

Dr. Lee's eyes crinkled as he let out a hearty laugh, the sound filling the room. "And yet, here you are. So, why not start with your secrets?"

The doctor waited patiently as Yoongi mulled over his response.

After a moment, Yoongi met his gaze and said flatly, "Secrets aren't meant to be shared. People who can't keep them are weak, and I'd rather die than be one of them."

Dr. Lee raised an eyebrow, highly intrigued.

Yoongi was sharp, and despite his defiance, Dr. Lee had to respect his wit. He'd seen countless kids at Malgeun Psychiatric Hospital, but none quite like him. The boy never failed to surprise him. He vividly recalled their first meeting, where Yoongi had immediately ridiculed the entire profession of therapists—just like today. The sneer in his voice and the malice in his eyes were unmistakable signs of how deeply he'd been hurt. Dr. Lee knew then that Yoongi needed treatment more than anyone at the hospital.

"Fair enough," Dr. Lee said, still smiling. "But secrets have a way of bleeding into everything else. . . like family. How about we talk about that?"

The room's lightness vanished, replaced by a suffocating tension, as if Yoongi's mood had cast a shadow over it. His jaw tightened, and his eyes grew cold, sharp as a blade.

"I don't have a family," Yoongi replied, his voice blunt and icy.

Dr. Lee almost winced at the bitterness in his tone. But as a professional, he knew better than to let it show. He decided to confront the unspoken truth. Sooner or later, Yoongi would have to face it.

"Yoongi," he began, "I know your father's death hit you hard. It's natural to feel angry, even isolated. But the distrust, the withdrawal—those are not the answers. Your mother, your brother, and I. . . we all want to help."

"Stepmother," Yoongi said instead, his sharp voice cutting through the air. He wore the same malicious expression, his eyes slits of cold fury, his lips twisted into a dark, mocking smile. "And her worthless son. That's what you mean, right?"

Truth be told, Dr. Lee felt a wave of intimidation wash over him. He had expected lingering resentment in Yoongi's gaze after reading his case, but what he saw instead was pure, seething contempt: an almost palpable desire to cause harm.

The doctor took a steadying breath, choosing his words with care. "Yes, but what difference does that make?"

Yoongi's laugh erupted, maniacal and loud, his head thrown back as though the doctor had just said the most absurdly hilarious thing he'd ever heard. Large puffs of air escaped his mouth, his chest heaving with each ragged breath until he let out a scoff, finally calming down.

"Difference? It makes a hell of a lot of difference, Doctor." Yoongi crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch your father fall into the pit his beloved second wife dug, knowing full well she intentionally pushed him in, and that it would cost him everything?" His voice grew progressively more strained and louder with each word. By the end of his frustrated tirade, he was shouting, almost leaping out of his seat.

Dr. Lee was stunned, rendered speechless by Yoongi's sudden change in behavior.

In all their sessions, he had never seen Yoongi this outraged. This was the first instance where Yoongi had openly expressed his anger, and it went beyond just being trapped in this place.

From the look in Yoongi's eyes, Dr. Lee realized the issue wasn't rooted in his mind but in the very core of his heart. At last, he understood exactly what he needed to do, something that had previously eluded him.

The timer perched on Dr. Lee's desk chimed, marking the end of their fourth session and the heavy tension that had settled between them. Yoongi shifted forward, reaching for the water glass beside the timer. He grasped it and brought it to his lips, drinking quickly in a series of rapid gulps. The cool water eased the heat building in his body, inch by inch, soothing the burn that the session had left in his chest.

Dr. Lee broke the silence, his gaze calculating as he watched Yoongi closely. "Seems like the penny's dropped now," he said, his tone calm and measured, as he simultaneously jotted something down on a blank sheet of paper.

A slight tilt of his head showed Yoongi didn't quite catch the idiom. But the moment he saw the list of medications prescribed to him, his confusion quickly gave way to newfound fury.

"Hell no! Mood stabilizers? You think I have trust and anger issues? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

"Calm down, Yoongi. These will help you gain control over your emotions," Dr. Lee spoke, rising to his feet as Yoongi suddenly stood and began pacing the room, his anger unmistakable. His restless movements clearly indicated he was searching for something to channel his fed-up energy.

He swiftly spotted a set of paperweights in various sizes, and in a desperate frenzy, he flung them in every direction. His eyes then fell on a pot of fake plants, and without hesitation, he hurled it toward the window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, sending shards scattering across the floor.

"Why would I need treatment just for telling the truth? Why won't anyone believe me? That snake, Ga-eul, killed my dad!" It wasn't just some fucking gas explosion!" Yoongi bellowed over the crash of breaking photo frames. "Everyone keeps saying he was just in the WRONG place at the WRONG time! But why can't you all see he was DELIBERATELY put there?!"

The moment Yoongi's disorder was confirmed by his actions, a piece of something sharp flew through the air, striking Dr. Lee just above the eyebrow. He winced, shouting in pain.

Hearing the ruckus, the receptionist from earlier rushed into the room, her eyes widening as her mouth dropped open. One manicured hand flew to her chest, pressing dramatically against her heart, as though overwhelmed by the chaos around her. The office was in disarray.

"Call the nurses, Lilia!" Dr. Lee barked at her, clutching his forehead with a grimace. Though he wasn't bleeding heavily, the dizziness clouding his mind made his vision swim. He heard fast, heavy footsteps before three indistinct figures burst in. Two of them, broad-shouldered and strong, swiftly overpowered Yoongi, forcing him to the ground.

Dr. Lee pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressed it to his forehead, gently dabbing the small cut. With his other hand, he rummaged through the scattered mess, found his glasses, and rubbed his weary eyes before sliding them on. His breathing was ragged, and only then did he notice the relentless pounding of his heart.

No one at the hospital was like Min Yoongi—damaged, seething with fury, consumed by darkness. Now, Dr. Lee knew that for certain.

The accidental death of his father had devastated Yoongi, and his unrelenting rage and outbursts ultimately led to one diagnosis: PTSD.

"Quickly! Get him to his bed and restrain him," Dr. Lee ordered the two male nurses. He turned to the third, Nurse Sora. "Do you know where the sedatives are?"

Sora, visibly shaken by Yoongi's frantic yelling, nodded, her hands trembling.

"Fetch them for me, fast!"

The group struggled to bring Yoongi into the hostel room, where all the beds were, and bound him to one of the bunks. Children and staff of various ages stared, some in shock, others with unsettling amusement, and one in particular with pity.

"No, you can't do this! Please, you have to believe me!" Yoongi's voice cracked with desperation as Dr. Lee, now unnervingly calm, filled the syringe with the sedatives that would soon drag him into unconsciousness.

"I can prove my father was murdered!" Yoongi shouted, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

A wave of fury surged within him, boiling into another violent storm.

Yoongi's body trembled, his anger coursing through his veins like fire as his head throbbed in overwhelming rage.

"Oh, I swear, I'll make you all pay for this," he snarled, his teeth grinding as the sharp sting of the needle pierced his skin. The cold liquid seeped into his bloodstream, and a wave of numbing darkness began to spread, drowning out his fury as his body succumbed to the sedative's grip.

His eyes drifted shut, the tension in his shoulders melting away. Before he knew it, he had succumbed to a dreamless slumber, the weight of his thirst for revenge lying dormant within him.

Yet, a thought tugged at the edges of his mind: if he were to prove the allegations against Ga-eul regarding his father's death, he'd have to face the truth alone, entirely by himself. By his own means.

He had to convince the world that he was not insane, in stark contrast to Ga-eul's claims on the day of his father's funeral, when she cried with false tears, insisting that she had lost both a husband and a son, as if they had been unjustly condemned to a place with no return. As if she weren't responsible for her husband's death and Yoongi's banishment to Malgeun Psychiatric Hospital in the first place.

With these thoughts weighing on his chest, Yoongi awoke thirteen hours later, his heart heavy. His senses were dulled, but a persistent, aching void pulsed through his mind. He stretched his arms wide, feeling the movement, aware he was no longer bound to the bed.

Yoongi pushed himself up and propped a pillow against his back. A sigh escaped him, followed by a yawn. He scratched behind his ear—an unconscious habit when he was at a loss. He glanced around, the dim lighting offering only a faint view. The darkness of night had settled in, and every kid he knew (or didn't) was fast asleep, some snoring loudly.

"Hey, Yoongs!" somebody called. The voice was smooth, yet carried a firm, masculine edge, echoing faintly from somewhere above Yoongi.

Yoongi's head jerked upward, his eyes freezing as they locked onto the gaze of the most handsome boy he'd ever seen.

"I saved you some dinner. Eat it. You were out for most of the day—whatever they gave you must've been pretty strong," the boy said, his voice a mix of concern and frustration on Yoongi's behalf.

"You know I can't stand the crap they serve in the cafeteria, Kim. And stop calling me 'Yoongs,' or I promise I'll add your name to the kill list with the others," Yoongi said, finally breaking eye contact, his voice soft as a whisper.

The boy chuckled softly at the threat, his tone low and dismissive. Moonlight from the room's only window bathed his face, highlighting a smile that only added to his charm. He climbed down from the ladder of his bunk and walked the short distance to the parallel lower bunk, where Yoongi glared at the covered food, as if his intense stare could peel away the aluminum foil and reveal the garbage beneath.

"Oh, you'd never put me on that list, Yoongs, and you know it. Secondly, I'll stop calling you 'Yoongs' as soon as you stop calling me 'Kim.' I'm only a year older than you, for crying out loud. Stop acting like I'm some goddamn thirty-year-old," he said with a playful grin. "And third, today's dish was your favorite. I saved it just for you."

He approached and sat beside Yoongi, who instinctively shifted back an inch, creating distance between them.

"How do you know what my favorite food is?" Yoongi asked, dismissing the other comments with a wave of his hand. He grabbed the food, peeled back the foil, and to his surprise, found his favorite dish: bulgogi kimbap, tteokbokki, and black rice.

The boy rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's the favorite dish in every typical Korean household. Who doesn't love it?" Kim explained.

Just then, Yoongi sniffed the food and immediately recoiled, his face twisting in disgust. The rice was stale, and the tteokbokki reeked of rotten fish. Yoongi had been right—the cafeteria food was a disaster. Tteokbokki was never meant to reek like a rotten fish.

"This is absolute garbage," Yoongi muttered, his voice thick with irritation. "God, take it away. You did this on purpose, didn't you, Kim? I'll definitely kill you for this." He shot a withering glare at the plate in his hands before shoving it toward Kim, but Kim just chuckled, clearly amused by Yoongi's reaction.

"It wasn't my fault the food went bad after sitting around for hours. Though, I'll admit, it did taste a bit better than it smells now, back when I first ate it." He took a whiff of the rotten food, wrinkled his nose in distaste, then tossed it into the trash. He made a show of wiping the dirt off his hands, rubbing them against his bright blue pajamas as if it had left stains on his delicate, bony fingers.

Turning back to Yoongi, his demeanor grew serious as he asked, "Why do you keep telling these people the truth they refuse to hear? Did you know how pitiful it looked when they bound you and drugged you while you screamed your lungs out? I was so devastated by the scene, I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I just stared at you until you finally woke up."

If the sedatives hadn't still held Yoongi in their grasp, he might have been moved by Kim's last words. He'd have to admit that Kim was probably the sanest person at the hospital—someone who truly cared, helped, and looked out for those who were genuinely hurting. He knew he was hurting just as much as the others, but Kim never let it show, always hiding behind that dazzling smile.

Yoongi paused, reflecting deeply on Kim and his qualities before answering any of his questions. No one had ever shown him as much kindness as Kim. Though he knew little about him, Yoongi could tell Kim was a man to be trusted.

A sudden wicked idea popped into his mind, brushing aside all of Kim's concerns.

The wheels in Yoongi’s mind whirred, a crooked smile creeping across his lips. "What was your first name again, Kim?" he asked, delaying the real question.

Kim furrowed his brows in confusion, but as Yoongi unveiled his master plan later, Kim's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?!”

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The Rise of Teletubbies

You wake up in a hole, located inside of a hill in a vast valley. For breakfast, you have some Tubby custard and toast, prepared by your friend Noo-Noo the vacuum. And then, you frolic outside for a while until an intercom shouts, "Time for Teletubbies!" and you follow the voice's call, eager for the day to begin. You are a Teletubby.

It's the grand return of @tumblydovereviews, and what better way to bring this series back by researching one of the most infamous, yet long-running, children's shows of all time- Teletubbies.

Before this post, I just wanted to apologize to my non-existent followers on the giant, unexpected hiatus. My profile tells you that there will be new posts every week or two. Obviously, that's not the case. With schoolwork, sports, life in general, and a lack of general media consumption, I've been running out of ideas on what to post here. But one day, out of the blue, I just became victim to a giant burst of productivity stemming mainly from the upcoming release of the new Bluey special, and, blessed with my new skills of time management, this review blog is back! (Hopefully!)

Expect a long four-part analysis on Bluey and its three latest episodes coming soon, but for now, let's ease back into the groove of things by talking Teletubbies.

Around the early 90s, it was becoming increasingly apparent that technology's impact in society was much more noticeable, and children in particular were interacting with it in a way we hadn't seen before. Inspired by these changes, two showrunners, Anne Wood and Andrew Davenport, who had recently started the process of wrapping up another preschool show of theirs, Tots TV, created a pitch for the show that would later go on to be Teletubbies. While not much is known about the actual pitch as of writing this post, we do know that the BBC greenlit it on first try, loving Davenport and Wood's ideas.

Production was far from easy, even after the show had been commissioned. Filming for Teletubbies was an issue; the crew struggled to find a place that could appropriately depict the type of world they were aiming to film, and when they did find a plot of land, it was ravaged by wild animals and angry locals.

Another problem was in auditioning actors for the four main roles- Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa Laa, and Po. Not many actors were able to prevent themselves from becoming overly babyish and conveying the tone of the Teletubbies in a weird way, which made finding a proper actor even harder. A particular actor the creators were drawn to was Pui Fan Lee, who, despite lacing the ability to speak the Tubby language in an English dialect, still enamored the crew with her native Cantonese. In order to compromise, it was decided that Lee would be brought on as Po and the Teletubby would be bilingual.

The size of the Teletubbies was an issue as well. Because the Teletubbies were so tall (Tinky Winky stood at an whopping eight feet!) everything else around them needed to reflect their large size. A special breed of rabbits were bred to be used on the show, but the excessive reproduction led to heart issues, which led to numerous rabbit deaths on set, much to the sadness of Wood and the on-set animal trainers.

As part of their greenlight, the BBC requested that lice-action scenes featuring real-life kids were put into the series in some shape or form, However, the creators knew for sure that the size of the Teletubbles would easily scare the young kids they needed to film. So, it was decided that the Teletubbies would have the now-iconic television screens on their stomachs, so the children could film outside of set and simply give their footage to be projected to the audience via a Teletubby's tummy.

Despite these issues, production for Teletubbies went on, for the most part, as planned. And, on March 31st, 1997, Teletubbies would officially premiere on CBeebies with the episode, Ned's Bicycle.

Initial reception on Teletubbies was mixed; some critics dismissed the show as harmless for kids, if not a bit nonsensical for parents and older children. Others were less concerned about the Teletubbies' antics and anxious about their unique way of talking. The Teletubbies communicate through a fictional language, sounding like baby babble or gibberish, and some parents feared that instead of stimulating a child's development like the program claimed it would, the series would stunt it.

The odd world of the Teletubbies just so happened to be what drew viewers into the show in the first place, especially students in college and university. In fact, some students have come out and called the show "psychedelic" in a weird, twisted way, comparing the effects the show has on you to drugs.

The mainly gibberish talk also eliminated the need for a large amount of money going into dubs, leading Teletubbies into being a success globally and across different demographics as well, especially in the United States, where the series started its run on PBS in 1998.

Controversy for the series would not end there. In 1997, the season 1 episode titled See-Saw would be banned in several countries for featuring a sketch called The Lion and the Bear, using paper puppets, dark lighting, and cinematography to create a scene some found unsettling for themselves and their children. In 2000, a more child-friendly revised version of the segment would be used as a replacement for the original.

In 1999, eagle-eyed viewers noticed that one of the characters, Tinky-Winky, who was male, had a habit of carrying a bright red bag, similar to a womens' handbag. Tinky-Winky was also purple and had a triangle on top of his antenna, both which at the time were symbols for the gay community. Fear mongering and homophobia would lead to the situation becoming so out of hand that the BBC themselves would need to step into the limelight and confirm that Tinky-Winky was, in fact, straight, silencing the fears of grown men all across the world.

Despite all these controversies, Teletubbies was still a massive success for the BBC, airing a total of 365 episodes across four years before coming to an end on February 16th, 2001. The series would continue to air on BBC for over a decade after its initial run, and would go on to attract a sizeable cult following, mainly of college students and other young adults.

But, the Teletubby fun didn't stop there. In 2014, it was announced that an all-new Teletubbies reboot has been greenlit for release the following year with an initial order of 60 episodes. The Teletubbies were back, and the group of toddler-like aliens made their grand return to small screens all across the UK on November 9th, 2015. 120 new episodes were produced and aired across the world, notably Nick Jr. in the USA instead of PBS Kids, until October 12th, 2018. In November of 2023, a US dub of this reboot would release on Netflix, most notably with Broadway actor Titus Burgess narrating and the sun baby being depicted by a variety of different children instead of one sole actor.

Outside pf the main series, there have been four separate Teletubbies spin-off series, the first being Teletubbies Everywhere, a en-minute series that taught basic letters, numbers, and shapes to a slightly older demographic then the main show. Another spin=off, this time focusing on the Teletubbies' baby counterparts introduced in the 2015 series, the Tiddlytubbies, debuted as a YouTube exclusive, as well as two CG-animated spinoff shorts, Teletubbies: Let's Go, and Teletubbies: Ready, Steady, Go! The characters have appeared both parodied and played straight in shows such as Britain's Got Talent, Regular Show, and Saturday Night Live Korea. Despite the main series having ended decades ago, the Teletubbies have shown no signs of dying anytime soon.

But why?

Well, for one thing, the way the series was produced leads it to be fairly timeless. There are little-to-no pop culture references, the characters barely speak and instead use a universal gibberish, and the themes of friendship and discovery still resonate with kids today, now more than ever.

In a world where chill, slow-paced children's shows are slowly becoming less of the m=norm and more of a rare delicacy, Teletubbies still exists widely. The show's lack of a set theme and more slice-of-life presentation, unlike its short-lived predecessor Boohbah, manages to keep it from aging significantly.

Teletubbies was also a surprisingly progressive show for its time, not being afraid to depict characters of different races, ethnicity, and, most notably, defying gender norms, whether through Tinky Winky's handbag or Po's occasional Cantonese. It's unfortunate that a group of sentient alien toddler-like creatures are more accepting of our differences then some grown adults in our world today, but, alas, that is life.

The truth of the matter is that, while mildly annoying for most people over the age of six and immensely appreciated by others, Teletubbies deserves much more merit than it is given nowadays. For a show that was fairly hated in the past, Teletubbies has aged particularly well.

[sorebelflower]

Don't you just love the feeling when you deeply scratch your scalp and you feel the lice bugs crawling around in your fingernails before taking an opened hair clip and digging it underneath your fingernails, watching all the little bugs rush around, scooping all of the slimy gunk out of your nails before you notice your infected toenails and decide to hire a professional footographer to take pics of your feet and sell them to Abby lee miller for 50k, than use the 50k to make an animation with the song "Hide Away" in the background?

[theuniverseawakens347]

You know not everyone is an idiot : 8:05 am .. HAY EARLY RISERS .. I rise early on something n go back to sleep til 12 - that’s weird lazy bitch , OH ITS LEE BEING CREEP. - SLAVERY.

Trash man grooming found tiara of patron homeless last night go crazy in psychosis ( actually real start screaming to invisible person of a past situation in her life “ get away from me I’ll punch you don’t fuck w me” .. - how ya want me BUT SHE NEED TRAUMA HELP N PSYCHWARD BUT ya wana rape her autonomy of protection - that’s weird why are you in the “helping healing system” … nails suns. 🙂🐕💋 ..

Anyways asked if it was mine I said no

“It’s pretty”

Yeah it’s a woman who was here last night ( cashay what time do you leave the library - that’s weird ur watching me why ask that ) …

“Oh you want it”

Polite me : no thank you w smile

Germ me: NIGGA WHAT IF AHE HAS LICE .. ( nothing about homeless but like idk what she did n where she got tiara) … - that’s cautious and respectful …

But also second wave sound board .. WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT!? - bc I’m a skin suit lady .. he’s Spanish tribe .. HOW YA SEE N TREAT YA WOMEN .. he don’t see homeless … - neither do Yal niggas .. - but it’s a test w no proper housing. 🫤 - that’s weird .. COWS BRAIN. # MAE TRICCS … ( YA RUINED MY 30th birthday so JESUS GON SPIT SLAP YA BLIND ASSES - CUNTS WHO GET TO BE HOVERING OVER ME TO BITCH YOU OUT THRU ME - that’s fair )… ( ���� hands on hips what’s the next game- MAZE ALL HURT)

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🙃🐕

[sillymultifandomgirly]

Lee!∆lice for the soul

Looks like Oliver found her weak spot >:33

To those who are probably confused, he's poking her with his pencil hand- :3

[just-cutie-avocado]

Random lee!Alice thought that came to my mind lately...

Now I headcanon that Alice's bunny is sometimes tickles her when its sitting on her lap...

Like, it begins to sniffing Alice's tummy and neck and thus tickling her slightly with its nose/whiskers, while Alice herself trying her best to suppress an urge to giggle... But she still fails after some time for sure

WHY IS IT SO CUTE TO IMAGINE FOR ME HELP-

once again im a weirdo duuhh sry

[olokosomolo]

Many asked me, look tovi you said 100 million dollars to give up your freedom. Why do you say it when you have no 100 million why promise such an amount? Why, why Lee, why why, now look how many people are next to your house demanding the 100 million. What are you going to do after all you must give them and you're not Elon Musk?

Ok leave me this.

Ladies and ladies. Let me... hi Edd the po-lice yes add yourself to the chair on the rite Edd. So, let me explain. First, you aloud to vote, and the crowd cheers. But you will be kicked out of Your house, kicked out from public places, won't be able to work or establish any kind of business, no friends or associates allowed, 24/7 spy in your phone monitoring you what you write how you jerk, and most importantly no relationship. Now, who said 100 million?

[alittleemo]

kicking off my annual summer Extreme Rash Extravaganza with a newcomer this year !! welcome to the stage Poison Ivy sooooo thrilled to have you here

[quransurahverses]

43:46

وَلَقَدْ أَرْسَلْنَا مُوسَىٰ بِـَٔايَـٰتِنَآ إِلَىٰ فِرْعَوْنَ وَمَلَإِي۟هِۦ فَقَالَ إِنِّى رَسُولُ رَبِّ ٱلْعَـٰلَمِينَ ٤٦

Indeed, We sent Moses with Our signs to Pharaoh and his chiefs, and he said: “I am a messenger of the Lord of all worlds.”

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Walaqad arsalna moosa bi-ayatinaila firAAawna wamala-ihi faqala innee rasoolu rabbialAAalameen

— Transliteration

Dan demi sesungguhnya! Kami telah mengutus Nabi Musa dengan membawa mukjizat-mukjizat Kami, kepada Firaun dan kaumnya, lalu ia berkata: "Sesungguhnya aku ini ialah Rasul dari Tuhan sekalian alam".

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:47

فَلَمَّا جَآءَهُم بِـَٔايَـٰتِنَآ إِذَا هُم مِّنْهَا يَضْحَكُونَ ٤٧

But as soon as he came to them with Our signs, they laughed at them,

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Falamma jaahum bi-ayatinaitha hum minha yadhakoon

— Transliteration

Maka apabila ia datang kepada mereka dengan membawa tanda-tanda kekuasaan Kami, mereka dengan serta-merta mencemuh dan menggelakkan (apa yang dibawanya) itu.

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:48

وَمَا نُرِيهِم مِّنْ ءَايَةٍ إِلَّا هِىَ أَكْبَرُ مِنْ أُخْتِهَا ۖ وَأَخَذْنَـٰهُم بِٱلْعَذَابِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَرْجِعُونَ ٤٨

although every sign We showed them was greater than the one before.[1] Ultimately, We seized them with torments so that they might return ˹to the Right Path˺.[2]

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

[1] i.e., the hand and the staff (see 20:17-22).

[2] The torments were: famine, shortage of crops, floods, locusts, lice, frogs, and blood (see 7:130-133).

Wama nureehim min ayatin illahiya akbaru min okhtiha waakhathnahum bilAAathabilaAAallahum yarjiAAoon

— Transliteration

Dan tidaklah Kami memperlihatkan kepada mereka sesuatu tanda kebenaran Nabi Musa melainkan tanda itu adalah lebih terang dari yang terdahulu daripadanya; Dan Kami timpakan mereka dengan berbagai azab (bala bencana), supaya mereka kembali (bertaubat).

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:49

وَقَالُوا۟ يَـٰٓأَيُّهَ ٱلسَّاحِرُ ٱدْعُ لَنَا رَبَّكَ بِمَا عَهِدَ عِندَكَ إِنَّنَا لَمُهْتَدُونَ ٤٩

˹Then˺ they pleaded, “O ˹mighty˺ magician! Pray to your Lord on our behalf, by virtue of the covenant He made with you.[1] We will certainly accept guidance.”

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

[1] See 7:134.

Waqaloo ya ayyuha asahiruodAAu lana rabbaka bima AAahida AAindaka innanalamuhtadoon

— Transliteration

Dan (apabila bala bencana itu menimpa mereka), mereka merayu kepada Nabi Musa dengan berkata: "Wahai orang yang bijak pandai, pohonkanlah kepada Tuhanmu keselamatan untuk kami dengan (kemuliaan) pangkat Nabi yang diberikan kepadamu; sesungguhnya kami (sesudah itu) akan patuh beriman".

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:50

فَلَمَّا كَشَفْنَا عَنْهُمُ ٱلْعَذَابَ إِذَا هُمْ يَنكُثُونَ ٥٠

But as soon as We removed the torments from them, they broke their promise.

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Falamma kashafna AAanhumualAAathaba itha hum yankuthoon

— Transliteration

Setelah Kami hapuskan azab itu daripada mereka, mereka terus mencabuli janjinya.

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:51

وَنَادَىٰ فِرْعَوْنُ فِى قَوْمِهِۦ قَالَ يَـٰقَوْمِ أَلَيْسَ لِى مُلْكُ مِصْرَ وَهَـٰذِهِ ٱلْأَنْهَـٰرُ تَجْرِى مِن تَحْتِىٓ ۖ أَفَلَا تُبْصِرُونَ ٥١

And Pharaoh called out to his people, boasting, “O my people! Am I not sovereign over Egypt as well as ˹all˺ these streams[1] flowing at my feet? Can you not see?

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

[1] Branches of the Nile.

Wanada firAAawnu fee qawmihi qalaya qawmi alaysa lee mulku misra wahathihial-anharu tajree min tahtee afala tubsiroon

— Transliteration

Dan Firaun pula menyeru (dengan mengisytiharkan) kepada kaumnya, katanya: "Wahai kaumku! Bukankah kerajaan negeri Mesir ini - akulah yang menguasainya, dan sungai-sungai ini mengalir di bawah (istana) ku? Tidakkah kamu melihatnya?

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:52

أَمْ أَنَا۠ خَيْرٌۭ مِّنْ هَـٰذَا ٱلَّذِى هُوَ مَهِينٌۭ وَلَا يَكَادُ يُبِينُ ٥٢

Am I not better than this nobody who can hardly express himself?[1]

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

[1] Moses used to have a speech impediment. But when he became a prophet he prayed to Allah to help him speak clearly, and his prayer was answered (see 20:25-36).

Am ana khayrun min hatha allatheehuwa maheenun wala yakadu yubeen

— Transliteration

"Bahkan bukankah aku lebih baik daripada orang yang hina keadaannya ini, dan yang hampir-hampir tidak dapat menjelaskan perkataannya?

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:53

فَلَوْلَآ أُلْقِىَ عَلَيْهِ أَسْوِرَةٌۭ مِّن ذَهَبٍ أَوْ جَآءَ مَعَهُ ٱلْمَلَـٰٓئِكَةُ مُقْتَرِنِينَ ٥٣

Why then have no golden bracelets ˹of kingship˺ been granted to him or angels come with him as escorts!”

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Falawla olqiya AAalayhi aswiratun minthahabin aw jaa maAAahu almala-ikatumuqtarineen

— Transliteration

"(Kalau betul ia seorang Rasul) maka sepatutnya ia dipakaikan (oleh Tuhannya) gelang-gelang emas (yang menandakan ia seorang pemimpin), atau datang malaikat bersama-sama dengannya (sebagai saksi tentang kebenarannya)?"

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:54

فَٱسْتَخَفَّ قَوْمَهُۥ فَأَطَاعُوهُ ۚ إِنَّهُمْ كَانُوا۟ قَوْمًۭا فَـٰسِقِينَ ٥٤

And so he fooled his people, and they obeyed him. They were truly a rebellious people.

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Fastakhaffa qawmahu faataAAoohuinnahum kanoo qawman fasiqeen

— Transliteration

(Dengan yang demikian), maka Firaun memperbodohkan kaumnya, lalu mereka mematuhinya; sesungguhnya mereka itu adalah kaum yang fasik - derhaka.

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:55

فَلَمَّآ ءَاسَفُونَا ٱنتَقَمْنَا مِنْهُمْ فَأَ��ْرَقْنَـٰهُمْ أَجْمَعِينَ ٥٥

So when they enraged Us, We inflicted punishment upon them, drowning them all.

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

Falamma asafoonaintaqamna minhum faaghraqnahum ajmaAAeen

— Transliteration

Setelah mereka menyebabkan kemurkaan Kami (dengan perbuatan derhaka itu), Kami menyeksa mereka, iaitu menenggelamkan mereka semuanya di laut (sehingga binasa).

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih

43:56

فَجَعَلْنَـٰهُمْ سَلَفًۭا وَمَثَلًۭا لِّلْـَٔاخِرِينَ ٥٦

And We made them an example and a lesson for those after them.

— Dr. Mustafa Khattab, The Clear Quran

FajaAAalnahum salafan wamathalan lil-akhireen

— Transliteration

Maka kami jadikan mereka contoh dan pengajaran bagi orang-orang yang datang kemudian.

— Abdullah Muhammad Basmeih