#pither

[littledozerdraws]

Stadion Date ⚽️🩵🌈 -- timelapse vid on patreon

[yonderghostshistories]

Mr Pither and Mr Gulliver from MPFC Support Palestine! 🇵🇸🍉

From River to the Sea, Palestine WILL BE FREE!!

[chrysochromulina]

Ant exhibition?! 🤩

What would Mr. Pither do?

[thesabrinatheteenagewitchblog]

Into page for the two parter "Professor Pither's Pill" and "Horrorvision"!

[pechtothevoid]

(Ignore me, I just want to archive this info)

[lenetaylor]

same, mr. pither

[vintagehomecollection]

Charleston, a Sussex farmhouse, was a country retreat for artists and writers of the Bloomsbury Group and the home of Duncan Grant and Vanessa Bell. The drawing room fireplace is heated by a Pither stove. The surround is painted with figures by Duncan Grant in the exuberant decorative style that eventually embellished every surface in the house.

The Fireplace, 1994

[cyclesprefectpress]

[video description: process recording of a hand-inked and letterpress-printed playing card for a Breath of the Wild-themed card deck. This card illustrates Hearty Bass in the water; the colors are printed from relief blocks, but some details are also added by hand. with a thin metal tong, a scattering of fine dots of blue ink is added as texture for the water. end description.]

the frog pither is a multitool

[flyingcircusbracket]

clips and episode titles below!

Restaurant Sketch (Dirty Fork) - S1E3: How To Recognize Different Types of Trees from Quite a Long Way Away

Mr. Pither / The Cycling Tour - S3E8: The Cycling Tour (this is part one of three, go watch them all! lol)

[grimalkinmessor]

Since we are talking about omegaverse, a/a afofa please?

Well, I've already done Alpha Yoichi and Alpha All For One, so their scents don't change from those two (f.r. Yoichi: open wire-tree bark-spearmint, AFO: ozone-chemical sugar). The incident with Yoichi's presentation also doesn't change—he's incited either by someone attacking Takashi, which would result in him committing his first murder ✨ or he's incited by Takashi attacking someone else, in which case he drops Takashi on his ass and makes him submit. The fact that Takashi is also an Alpha does not change this :D

In this verse though, I think that Takashi presents early. TOO early, in fact—toddler level early. Somewhere between getting swept away by the river and appearing as the (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠) we see in canon, he presents as ༼ ) ༽ an Alpha. This fucks up his biology a bit?? Like,,,,,to be blunt, a toddler is not supposed to be carrying around a knot, even in omegaverse. It likely puts AFO back in the crawling stage for a while, just because it's more comfortable, and he'd have some internal physical damage to his connective tissue and pelvic muscles, as well as issues talking around the fangs in his mouth without cutting his cheeks and tongue. His breath likely smells like blood more often than not in those years, even before he starts killing people. This AFO is in a lot of chronic pain, which only drives his urges to take that much higher. The first time he steals a healing and regenerative Quirk is probably the first time he's able to exist without any pain at all.

The mutual chronic pain would likely strengthen his and Yoichi's bond, both emotionally and mentally. He and Yoichi are closer, and their twin bond (already heightened by their respective Quirks and AFO likely siphoning off part of Yoichi's in the womb) is so strong that they don't even need to speak aloud to each other. Yoichi learns how to read and speak far later in this verse, given that he and Takashi are basically just reading the spill over from each other's minds most of the time. Both of them having chronic pain synced them up mentally and physically to the point that they often know the other is hurt before they do. Yoichi always knew when Takashi's ruts (fucking awful, supremely painful things since it's all inflamation of body parts Takashi has no way or desire to use as a child) where coming before Takashi felt them coming on himself.

After Yoichi presents, they don't,,,,,calm down, necessarily, but his body chills the hell out with the "SOMETHING IS WRONG WHY BODY NOT RIGHT" because his instincts register another Alpha and not someone to protect. Takashi either recognizes Yoichi as pack, someone capable of watching his back and thus his instincts can fucking relax, or he and Yoichi have a vicious but quiet stand-off where Yoichi wins by virtue of already having dropped Takashi before—and again, Takashi is only able to avoid this by using his forebrain, which is decidedly NOT in charge when Alpha hindbrain comes up to play. As he gets older though, the second option likely pithers out.

During Yoichi's ruts, Takashi is the one using his forebrain, so he basically just sits on Yoichi while he growls and gnaws on his spike fingers to help with the teething pains and instinctive aggression.

Normally, two Alphas in such close quarters with no clear "leader" between them would mean frequent fights and pissing-contests, due to Yoichi and Takashi's bond, they don't actually fight all that often. When their instincts take over and it does get physical, they end it pretty quickly because they can feel each other's pain. HOWEVER, this means that when they hit that threshold of "maturity" (both of them having presented younger than normal) they each try to mount the other, and, in this verse, it's Takashi who starts up the sexual nature of their relationship, by giving in to curiosity and forcing his instincts down to let Yoichi fuck him. He quickly finds out that they don't just share each other's pain—they also share each other's pleasure. He goes from curious to insatiable very quickly. And, of course, when his own rut rolls around, he asks (tells) Yoichi to do the same for him. Which, of course, Yoichi does. It's cause for both of them to really, really enjoy sex, especially when their bond has been just an echo chamber of pain for so long.

This verse is actually one with no evil-as-shit All For One—their closer bond means that Yoichi knows how Takashi hears things and thinks about things, so he's able to better explain his own thought process and morals to him. Yoichi is able to argue him out of the crazy shit (world domination) and into something more pointed. A targeted missile instead of a nuclear bomb.

All For One is a political name rather than a villainess one. With Yoichi's better understanding of the way people think and Takashi's feral need to feel safe and adored in a world that's always made him feel otherwise, they overturn the whole metahuman situation in a few years. And of course, his Alpha status helps give him some legitimacy too. Even if All For One's growl doesn't scare you, Yoichi's bite should (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

A lot of circumstance, basically. There's both more and less equality between them than O/O AFOFA, because these two are more codependent than anything. There's less of a solid respect between them and more of an all-consuming need. But hey! Far less widespread suffering over all! :D

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Baggy Trousers Down Python Road: Chapter 4- Sir. I'm a coward.

There was a ghost roaming the halls of MacNaughton School… according to Bert Nudge. It started at Tuesday dinner. During the sacred tradition of pushing slimy semolina around their bowls, Bert proposed that there was an evil presence amongst them. Apparently, a frail figure was gliding across the dorm room corridor, wailing like a banshee, coaxing humans into its slender arms. Other than Ronnie, no one else was convinced.

“Pull the other one Bert” Bevis stared down at his inedible dessert with disdain.

“No really! Would I lie about this?” His voice was frantic. 

“Yes.” They all said in unison. First the bloodthirsty rabbit in the gardens and now this. His initials might as well have been ��BS’. Bert, however, was convinced there was someone, or something, out there. Done with dessert, the friends went to investigate. Earlier than the rest of their classmates, they crept on the tattered carpets with the hopes of finding a spirit. Ronnie stayed behind. He often did. 

Isaac led the group, slightly more fearless than the others. Bert clung to Louis and Louis clung to Bevis and Bevis clung to Bert. The November evening had cast its cold shadows through the windows and every sound sounded ear-splitting. That’s when they heard it.

A deep, guttural moan.

Bevis screamed first, his shriek reaching almost soprano levels, prompting the rest of the boys to follow him in a domino of yelps. 

Mr Idle was on his way back to his lodgings when three sweaty and sobbing 13-year-olds ran into him. After trying to calm them down (which had little to no effect), he asked them what had gotten them into such a flap. Bevis explained, all his words coming out in a hyperventilated mess. Mr Idle listened and tried not to laugh. The sheer commitment to the terror was impressive, but the school couldn’t be haunted. Ghosts weren’t real and he was prepared to die on that hill. Sensing that the boys were still shaken, he invited them for a cup of Hot Chocolate in the Teacher’s Lounge. Michael and Eileen were there. Eric decided that this was a them problem.

The next week, an unwell Robin Birdall was weaving through the labyrinth to the matron’s office. The strawberry blond found himself jumping at every creak and thwack of branches against the window panes. Gale had offered to go with him and he had turned down his friend’s camaraderie. Severely regretting it, he trudged forward, his little green slippers tapping on the floor. He had only the stairs and he was there. Carefully walking down, he heard the moan the Year 9s had been conspiring about. Hesitantly, he looked up. There stood a sallow figure, a billowing nightgown blowing in the draft. His moans became more like cries. Not that Robin stayed long enough to determine the noise. He sprinted down the rest of the stairs and frantically kicked the Matron’s door open. Miss Weston wasn’t particularly pleased but she slapped a paper towel on his sick head and chalked it all up to a fever.

Soon, news of this spirit had spread throughout the school. Faculty were constantly being bothered with sightings and origin stories, each explanation being met with hysteria. Mr Chapman humoured them, saying it must be a friendly spirit if it is calling for help. Mr Palin chose comfort, complimenting their overactive imagination and confidently declaring that nothing would hurt them. Mr Cleese turned it to his advantage and threatened that he and the ghost were in cahoots to stop the pupils from misbehaving in lessons. 

However, the older years were less taken with the idea of a paranormal entity in their presence. 

Marshall Pither liked ghost stories but that’s all they were to him. Stories. From several heated debates with Quince, he found out his friend felt much the same way. Agreeing with them was Paul but that boy had the same creativity as a brutalist flat. 

“I mean… Imagine if this determined the existence of the spirit realm!” Quince flicked through his comics as Marshall excitedly paced. 

“They couldn’t be real, but the fact is they might be!” Marshall’s round face turned pink as he readjusted his glasses. Quince didn't look up. Paul was asleep.

“Quince?” He playfully shoved his friend, who shoved him back in return. The taller boy didn’t respond, a bit creeped out. Marshall decided to drop it, his imagination going wild with the scientific progress that could be right under their noses. 

Elliot Ximenez took this rumour remarkably seriously. Paranoid and obsessive, this sudden supernatural frenzy confirmed his own fears. He spent his days reading into the devil’s servants and now it seemed that they roamed around his hallowed ground. 

“Satan’s serpents are here! One glides across our chambers condemning us. We need to act before our souls are left clawing in the trail of mud down to hell itself!” Elliot spat. This got no reaction. Zachery was making paper snowflakes, Samuel was reading, Jim was motorboating Aggie and Ernie was watching keenly. Turned out, his fellow seekers of light were not as concerned with the malevolent phantom running amuck. 

Tallulah Blanc, however, was. A corkboard with all the sightings and details was hung up in her dorm, with Jocasta regularly updating it. Both of them believed this to be a cruel prank, as did Jack and Tommy (though they considered themselves too busy to be bothered by it).

“Jocasta love?” Tallulah put on her dressing gown. Her roommate, also robed in her nightdress, grabbed her torch “Remember to be quiet”. 

The two ghostbusters left the safety of their room and tip-toed to the 2nd floor, anxiously awaiting to catch their ‘spirit’. An hour later, the shrill howling began. Petrified, Jocasta approached the stairs, Tallulah holding her hand. They looked up.

There it was.

They wanted to run but couldn’t. Screams wouldn’t manifest and they stood at the bottom of the stairs gawking at the mysterious white sheet.

It spoke. 

“I-I’m sorry” It… sniffed? Jocasta lowered her torch and climbed the steps. Tallulah looked at her roommate in awe with wide and wild eyes. Once the intrepid girl had reached the apparition, she was faced with a very small boy. He was sickly pale and his dirty blond hair ricocheted the light from her torch, almost appearing as a halo. His eyes were puffy and crimson from his continuous sobbing and his long nightshirt sleeves were drenched in his own tears.

“It’s just a Year 7” Jocasta called, prompting her curious friend to join her upstairs.

“So it is!” she exclaimed in her soft tone “What’s your name sweetie?”

The boy started to blubber.

“Herbert Swampcastle… and I want my papa!” He promptly flung himself at Jocasta and proceeded to sob into her chest. Holding the inconsolable child, she motioned to her taller friend to get help.

Herbert had joined a bit later than the rest of the Year 7s and was having trouble fitting in. His father had come into possession of a withering construction company and wanted him out of the way. Sensitive and empathetic, this was tearing the poor tween apart.

Unfortunately, the only teacher awake to help was Mr Cleese (who appeared very sweaty and bothered when he opened the door), who was not very understanding about the situation. Herbert was given a shot of Bovril and sent to his dorm, which was then promptly locked for the rest of the year.

The two girls then returned to their room, their two other bunkmates, Petra and Jeanie fast asleep.

“I think we did a rather splendid job, Jocasta love…” Tallulah snuggled under the covers, her eyes closing as sleep consumed her. She didn’t reply. She just watched her friend drift off, with the hope that another ghost would return to the halls. She was desperate to have her hand held again.

[endingboyhansel]

Hello again! Would you do a ranking of your top 5 favourite Monty Python sketches please?

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND FORGOT ABOUT IT (i have the memory of a gumby)

I’m too tired to add anything else so heres all I put:

— The entirety of the Cycling Tour episode. YOU GO MR PITHER! You deserve a cycling tour that isn’t beset by. Uh. Russia ig.

[caesarsaladinn]

Švejk reminds me of Mr. Pither from Monty Python, who makes a wrong turn on his bike tour of Cornwall and winds up in front of a Soviet firing squad but cheerfully goes along with it. "April 26. thrown into Russian cell. severely damaged my Mars bar. I perceived a line of gentleman with rifles, but I could not see a target. what a strange day I was having!"

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[thehistoryone]

Playlist title: Mr Pither 😊

Eeeh thanks this was really fun <3

Sorry, I've been quite busy today with some stuff so I've only got a couple. I'll probably update this a bit later with some more songs 😃 in the meantime here we are <3

Only wanna be with you - bay city rollers

Love grows (where my rosemary goes) - Edison lighthouse

Build me up buttercup - the foundations

Tiptoe through the tulips - tiny tim