#tern movies

[schlock-luster-video]

On December 21, 2004 Napoleon Dynamite was released on DVD in Brazil, France and Mexico.

[bri-the-nautilus]

The Tridentarii and Babs have major Barbie/Ken energy in terms of their dynamic

Naberius especially. He's spent his entire life being pushed around and demeaned by two statuesque blonde necromancer babes. Look me in the eyes and tell me that Naberius Tern isn't peak Kenergy, I dare you.

[thebookaddict7]

Jeff Davis: No Stiles.

Fans: What? No Stiles?

Jeff Davis: NO STILES!

[cosmicourple]

X-men. But Charles’s telepath powers cause him to accidentally stretch his mind beyond the cosmos & into the ‘unknown’??? Ig?????, whatever, the point is, messing around & doing something like that is obviously gonna have consequences on the mortal brain + maybe body. So what am I alluding to you may ask????? Simple,,,

*SLAMS HANDS DOEN ON TABLE* eldritch Charles :33.

(Preferably with a side of memory loss & feral-ifiedness)

[exhausted-eternally]

It's been almost 3 years now since I started it and I am still baffled as to why Reboot is my most popular fic...

[justanothervigalanty]

Revenge: extra

Extra: in front of your dad?!

your sat in Wayne manor you have just been introduced to Jason’s family and are all watching a movie well you Jason dick and Barbara. You’re sat on Jason’s lap bruce is sat in his chair (that no one can sit in!) and dick is sat on the other side off the sofa with babs in her wheelchair never to him. But then the add tern on dick leaves to fill up the popcorn and bruce scribbles in his notebook about some new battle tactics. When a umm let’s say a relatively spicy add comes on about a new protection product (aka condoms). And that mother fucker your boyfriend decides to pull you closer to him and whispers in your ear “we might need those” he then laughs as your face went bright red. And quietly but repeatedly told him to “shut up”. Or “your dad is right there. Jason just lent his head on your shoulder and pulled you closer. “Like I said we might need a pack you know ✨safety✨” he whispered in your ear. “Jason stop antagonising y/n, and you’re only 14 no way that is happening.” Bruce said without even looking up from his notes. “I-I don’t know what haha umm I don’t know what you’re saying?” Jason laughed lifting his head up with you laughing. Then it all faded away.

“Boss. Boss. Boss? Are you ok?” You herd one off your partner say “oh yeah sorry please continue.” You said apologising “the red hood he’s out side asking for you…” he said worried “ok. Why should I be worried?” You asked talking out a knife “he umm he used your real name… he called you. He called you y/n.” He said you stabbed the table how does the red hood know your name?

[holly-opal]

Hello, I hope you are well, I was wondering if you could do a little oneshot where the reader redeems Mr. Puzzles in the events of the movie? The death of Mr. Puzzles hurt me

Of course

Mr. Puzzles cowered in fear. He was powerless now, the gang had over five stars now, and he can't stop them now. He gulped and hugged himself, he looked away from them. "i just wanted... To make a good TV show...." He sobbed like the pathetic tall sexy guy he is. The gang grabbed their blickys and were ready to kill him, until you stepped in and shielded him. Everyone stopped to look at you, they were in shock, Mr. Puzzles more so. You told them to not hurt him, killing him won't solve anything. Mr. Puzzles was shocked. After all he did, all the betrayals he had done, all the allegations and illegal things he had done.... you still defended him? Why? What was the reason? Could you still be brainwashed somehow?

"[Y/N]! Don't tell me you're actually defending this absolute loser with zero friends!" Bob said. You nodded and stood your ground, you said that killing him would mean stepping down to his level. "BITCH DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE????? No. " Smg3 said. They were all protesting over this, but you defended him with your life. Mr. Puzzles was honestly touched, he didn't know what to say, he didn't understand what he was feeling, he felt his face heat up. Why Is he feeling like this?

Finally, after a bit of arguing, they agreed to keep him in the basement until further notice. Mr. Puzzles pouted when he was being chained up, he dislikes this feeling of isolation. It felt like when he was a young lad again. You went down the stairs and met with him, you reached of to put a hand on his head. Puzzles flinched, but you reassure him that you won't hurt him. You patted him on the head and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead, he blushed a bright shade of red. You leave the basement, which in tern left a very confused Mr. Puzzles to have an internal crisis on how he feels about you.

[under-the-dirt]

phone call. (part two)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH i was so obsessed with the first part and so why not make a second!! (based on this, credit to rowarn and the anon who had the idea!!)

pairings: bf!simon riley x fem!reader

taglist: @cloudyeventss

tags: INTENSE VOYUERISM!! fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, a little dacryphillia if u squint, aftercare, p in v, lmk if i missed anything, and most importantly, UNDER 13 DNI!!

A couple days later, you and Johnny had made it to 30 hours on your next FaceTime. So far, one of your records, getting close to your longest of 40 hours. You lay on the couch, practically falling asleep as you had a mumbled and tired conversation with Johnny about something or other.

“Pineapple does not belong on pizza. Period. End of story. Concluded.” You state factually, and he chuckles.

“Alright.. what about.. boiled carrots?”

“Boiled carrots? Are you out of your mind? No, they’re disgusting mush. If i wanted to look like i was eating shit i’d scarf down some pudding,” You yawn.

“Tired, lass?” He asks, turned away to do whatever, probably making some food.

“Hm.. Yeah,”

Johnny chuckles, returning to whatever he was doing, humming some song.. Toxic, by Brittany Spears. He was such a dork.

“With the taste of your lips i’m on a rideeeee,” You giggle, eyes closed and voice tired.

“You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under! With the taste of a poison paradiseeeeee, i’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic?” He belts, dancing, causing you to curl up, tearing up with laughter. He was the second biggest, scariest guy you knew, singing Brittany Spears in his kitchen.

“I’m gonna buy you a cute little sundress with a cute frilly apron, turn you into a little housewife.” You mumble, falling asleep a few seconds after speaking.

-a little bit later-

Simon walks into the room, seeing you passed out on the couch with the credits to a movie rolling on the tv, remote long forgotten. Johnny sits on the phone, eating some food. You look so sweet, asleep and vulnerable all curled up. He grabs your phone and slips it into his pocket before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared room, placing you down gently among your many stuffed animals and comfy blankets. He plugged your phone in, mumbling a greeting to Johnny, whose face was currently stuffed with food.

You whined softly, making grabby hands at the lack of warmth. Simon quickly crawls into the bed, tossing your blankets over the both of you and wrapping his arms around you. You were so sweet.

-

Upon waking up, you find yourself on top of Simon, his arms around your waist, one hand resting firmly on your plump ass.

“Ah, good morning love.” He coos, and you reply with a gentle kiss to his soft, scarred lips.

“Morning, sisi..” You say softly, tiredly, nuzzling back into his chest.

“Forgettin’ ‘bout me, lass?” Johnny says from the phone and you giggle.

“I’m spending time with my boyfriend,” You reply, nuzzling back into Simon’s chest as he gently squeezes your ass. Simon chuckles and hums, rubbing your ass in gentle circles.

You look up and begin kissing him gently, sweetly, and he returns to kiss passionately, tongue slowly slipping into your mouth as you moan gently. He pulls you closer and kisses you deeper, indulging in a gentle make out session. He chuckles and bites your bottom lip, tugging gently and looking down at your sweet doe eyes.

“Say.. Johnny, how would you feel about comin’ over for dinner tonight?” Simon asks suddenly, looking into the camera.

“I coul’ neva’ tern down a free meal,” Johnny responds with a chuckle, and you squeal softly, happy to have him back to your house

-

“Hi Johnny!!” You squeal, running and hugging him tightly, arms around his large neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you back for a moment before letting go and putting you down.

“So, what’s fer dinna’?”

“I made pasta! The sauce is marinara, and I also made some garlic bread and salad as a side!”

“Sounds lovely, lass,” He coos with a chuckle, following you and Simon into the dining room where you have the food laid out, fresh pasta and bread steaming.

You all sat down at the table, serving yourselves and preparing to eat. You were sat next to Simon, Johnny across from you both.

You all were enjoying your food, but Simon was enjoying something else far more. As you ate, he’d been toying with your clit beneath the table, gently shoving two fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You’re glad that the sounds of all of you eating, getting more servings, etc. covered the wet squelching of your tight cunt.

“Oh- Dropped my fork,” Simon chuckles, dropping beneath the table, fork obviously still on the table. He quickly kneels before you and sloppily, quickly eats you out, hearing you hide your moans in your food as you cum on his tongue. He wipes his face off and climbs back up, looking at Johnny who seems to have a grasp on what’s going on now.

“Such a sweet girl, ain’t she? Makin all this good food for us?” Simon purrs, rubbing your thigh with still wet fingers.

“Very good.”

“Johnny, why don’t you be a darling and put the dishes in the dishwasher?” You ask sweetly.

“Course, lass.”

“Thank you!”

And when he walked back in.. Steaming Jesus was he met with a sight. You were bent over the table, full doggy, gripping the tablecloth as Simon pounded into you. You were moaning, trying to muffle the noises, breath catching in your throat at each harsh thrust. Johnny sat back down where he was before, having a perfect angle to watch you get rammed into.

“Such a pretty lass,” Johnny chuckles, palming himself before pushing his hand beneath his waistband and gently stroking his length.

He listens to your sweet moans and whimpers, and Simon’s rough groans and grunts as he ruins your sweet cunt. He listens to the animalistic groan that leaves Simon as he empties himself inside of your fluttering hole, before looking up at Johnny through half-lidded eyes.

“You wantin’ desert, Johnny?”

“An’ what woul’ desert be?”

“You get to eat out her little cunt, all filled with my cum.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Johnny chuckles, pulling his hand out of his pants, his boxers stick with his release. He walks over to you, kneeling behind you and spreading your legs, running a finger through your flooding folds. He groans at the sight of your tight little hole, clenching around nothing. He places a gentle kiss to your swollen clit, making you squirm and whine.

“Hey, jus’ cleanin ye up, lass,” He coos, slowly plunging his tongue deep into your cunt, causing you to moan and sob, squirming agains the table as he slurps at your puffy, cum-filled cunt. He groans against your core, the vibrations making you moan louder. He feels you cum onto his tongue as he licks the rest of Simon’s cum and yours out of your cunt. His face is soaked, but he’s happier than he’s ever been. He gets up, wiping the extra cum and slick off his face before patting Simon on the back as he leaves. “Ya taste good, big guy.”

-

Your back was pressed to Simon’s chest in the bath as he gently massaged your abused body. Breasts hurting from being pressed against the table, cunt hurting from the overstimulation, back hurting from being arched for so long, legs hurting because Simon’s cock always ruins your ability to walk.

“I know, I know,” He coos, massaging your soft tits gently as you whimpered, face pressed into his neck.

“Did ya enjoy that?” He asks softly, and you answer with a tired nod, to which he takes as bath time is over and it’s bed time. He picks you up, drys you off and carries you to bed, your naked body curling up to him instinctively, desperate for his warmth.

“Such a good girl..” He whispers, kissing your head as he too, succumbs to sleep.

OK THIS WAS FUCKING FILTHY. but i had sm fun finally writing this!! in the middle, i got a call from a random girl saying she got my number from her brother who met me at a party which is weird bc i don’t go to parties often at least i haven’t gone to one recently so that was weird but it was funny af anyways i got my haircut and once it’s dry and looks good i’ll post photos. <3

[electrifiedgears]

Slightly tired of mental illness and neurodivergency symptoms/traits in media always needing some magical/paranormal/etc reason for occurring instead of ever just being symptoms

It just feels kind of weird that so many movies/shows will encourage the idea that delusions/hallucinations are actually NOT mental illness and actually the worst case scenario IS happening!!! And the character will be like “am I going crazy?!” And other characters will treat them weird about it and it almost seems like accurate representation until “you were cursed by the wizard when you were 2 and now you get visions!!!!” Like cool. That’s interesting. Anyways can somebody get me a character with mental disorder symptoms that don’t occur supernaturally? Thx

Like IDK I don’t wanna sound like a hypocrite actually. Because I have object OCs that have a magic system and esp clocks have a lot of (projected) mental illness/neurodivergency/etc metaphors but. It’s different. Idk how to explain jt. It’s like wreck it Ralph. Or the Lego movie.

Like there is a difference between a characters traits being comparable to mental disorders/disabilities and being compared to or just being them in the media itself. In the Lego movie they don’t like say “EMMET BRICKOWSKI IS THE AUTISM EXPERIENCE!!!! He struggles socially!!!!” But they show him being excluded by all his friends and him just not knowing why he doesn’t seem to fit in or why people view him the way they do. They show him sticking to a structured routine and loving to follow written rules, including written rules on how he should socialize with others!! And that is something I really relate to!! I recently got a job and I struggle a lot with doing my work without a list of what I should do, and my boss keeps telling me to “do what I think is right,” but that is really hard for me to do because I’m used to just doing what other people tell me to 😭 which we could also see Emmet struggles with when others tell him to come up with his own idea.. you guys see.. they didn’t have to say emmet the Lego was autistic for me to be like

“That lego is autistic”

But then you have horror movies. They will make the mental illness the entire point of the movie and make it as horrifying and inaccurate as possible.

And others, even non-horror movies at times, will be like “everybody thinks I’m crazy but now my delusions and hallucinations are real!”

Some will be like “mental illnesses give you super powers!!!!!!!”

Like, most neurodivergent people will find that the characters they relate to most don’t have anything explicitly said or perhaps even implied at all.

It feels like a lot of “representation” of mental illness is made painfully obvious, showing characters in a hospital, or saying shit like “the voices😥” either for horror or as a joke. (Which in tern leads to a lot of ableist jokes in society!! I love hearing my family joking about ppl who get hallucinations whilst I’m secretly in the midst of a psychotic episode!! Sure hasn’t hindered my ability to ask for help at all! It also likely makes a lot of people feel their own symptoms must not be bad enough, because they don’t act as extremely.)

Like. I do think some people show more symptoms externally than others. But when only extreme cases are explicitly shown in media (and frequently explained by some supernatural event)

It’s just weird. And then the most relatable ones don’t mention it at all! It’s almost as if.. most experiences with neurodivergency and stuff.. are casual!

I do think in recent years there have been some media that have been including more casual/better representation of things, buuuut I don’t watch TV enough to give a solid opinion.

Another case I just think is rlly hilarious is when it feels incredibly implied that a character is something (autistic) but they don’t outwardly say it.

Arin from Ninjago dragons rising is SO. autistic. There are SO MANY dialogues where he’s just like “oopsies! I missed a social cue again! 😮” and it’s just. So silly to me. They never say he’s autistic but it’s so funny and obvious that they’re implying that to me. I’d be surprised if they aren’t (esp considering they’ve been getting more inclusive over the years.) Then there’s Jay who also has much much more subtle traits (saying he has sensitive hearing, having a lot of stim-like movements, a very intense interest in Fritz Donnegan movies, etc. ) and Zane who all his traits were explained away by him being a robot.

Idm if ppl agree or disagree with me I’m just rambling. Thinking thoughts.

Casual symbolism and codedness > obvious for sensationalism/interest

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-05-13

Monday the 13th

Listening: I've been playing a lot of Beat Saber so my beat saber tracks have been stuck in my head, most notably Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim.

Reading: About halfway through A Memory Called Empire, which is great. I love a fucked up huge space empire. I am forcing myself to internalize the pronunciation of the Teixcalaanli words because I know otherwise I would just silently read through them.

AMCE gets into it fast and throws a lot of political machination out at you which lands well, the vicarious experience of having to think on your feet about complex social protocol is a lot of fun, it's honestly a much better fit for books than, say, swordfighting.

Didn't take my book with me this morning and while flipping through my ebooks on my phone I noticed that my Google Books copy of Nona the Ninth had an update? there's a small play at the end of the book with Palamedes and Ianthe bargaining over Naberius Tern's body. Absolutely wild. Palamedes does a Phoenix Wright OBJECTION! shout. It's great.

Watching: Avatar 2: Way of Water. Hoo boy. I am so mixed on the Avatar movies. They're not very good, from a storytelling perspective, but they're so much fun to watch. Beautiful animation, lovingly thought through world and set design, hot cat people, and some of the worst narrative you've ever heard.

They're back because in the intervening 15 years from Avatar 1 the earth is now dying and they want to colonize Pandora? Sure, okay, but that's definitely sudden and weird. They're also still harvesting a valuable resource from Pandora, because otherwise they wouldn't be able to do the metaphor, but now it's whale oil that stops ageing. Great. Also it's now proven that even as far back as Avatar 1 it was totally possible to back someone's brain up to a flash drive, and they've resurrected the evil general from there.

Okay wait. They can back up your brain and put it into a lab grown catboy hybrid but we're also harvesting immortality whale oil? Surely we have already solved immortality in this setting. Just back up your brain!

There's also... the rest of the movie. Characters have such muddled motivations, why is this kid who was raised by the Na'vi and knows the general was a murderous bastard helping the murderous bastard brainclone. Why is Neytiri written to have no more than 12 seconds of foresight.

Look, I love the idea of Avatar. There are no doubt incredible lorebooks with details on all the animals and machines and cultures out there, I remember watching the Sideways video on the original designs for Na'vi music that got scrapped because it sounded too weird, I love a crazy xenobio worldbuilding project, it's just not a very good story.

Playing: Dark Souls, made it through the Four Kings and the Bed of Chaos, now I'm into the Catacombs. I will finish my video cuts at some point.

Making: Nothing much this week, small sewing repairs. I did not see much of the aurora, just some faint red skyglow on Friday evening, so no photography.

Tools and Equipment: If you forget to do something at work surprisingly often you can just tell someone "hey sorry I lost track of that" and they will not be that mad at you. but watch out.

[askthechronoverse]

8, 32, 33, 56

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

The middle. Isn't the story all about the journey?

Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

*claps* Yes. This will be fun.

It's hard to pick three. That's like picking my favorite cookie and I really like cookies. The Lego Movie fandom alone is full of some amazing talent.

Gotta go with @exhausted-eternally to start. If you aren't reading The Demon of Undar right now, you're missing out. I look forward to seeing a new chapter come up when it does. I need to know what's going on and the way they translated the characters into a fictional setting... oh my god, I could gush about that all day.

@unikittybeforethereign is an up and coming Unikitty writer but what you've got to be in the first chapter wondering why Richard is acting like he needs to go to a therapist yesterday? You're doing something right.

I'm just going to go into a completely different fandom for this last one because I never get the chance to talk about this type of thing. So one of my favorite games on the DS is a game that was published by Atlas called Contact. You can find yourself a copy, I recommend it. I'm not entirely sure how easy it is to find nowadays. It's a very meta-feeling game. Fantastic RPG. This fanfic? I haven't read too much else by this author, but they captured the feelings and emotions of what the player character and the hero of the story, Terry, would be feeling at the end of the game so well. I want to go into this person's other works because it's just that great.

If you're not on this list, ask me the question again. I will probably answer with different people because... I read so many talented writers. I'd be spending all evening if I listed every single writer I liked.

Do you want to be published some day?

Define that.

I do have a story in the latest Lego Movie fanzine (I'm sad it's ended, but all good things do). The Chronoverse is also part of Tern's TLM archive initiative. Both of those are physical. It's not with someone like Random House or one of those big names or under my government name, but the work is mine and can be read by others. Heck, AO3 and this blog can be considered an independent publication, just a digital one.

I did used to have dreams of being picked up by some large publisher. The current landscape of writing has had me rethink what it means to truly be published.

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I've been told by at least two people I can write emotions really well. And I'm proud of that. I write horror. I write adventure stories and mysteries. All of those emotions to drive the story. It's a real attribute to be able to have you feel for the character in any of those situations.

[unculturedmamoswine]

My fic for Forduary week 1: Childhood and school years!

This one is an HDM AU-- Ford's daemon settles and he's not that happy about it. Takes place in the same verse as this ficlet I posted a good while ago. (Short version of an HDM au: people's souls live outside their bodies in the shapes of animals. Kids' daemons can shapeshift but they settle into a permanent form during puberty.)

Ford settles first, not so long after his and Stanley’s Bar Mitzvah. He’s almost relieved. He kind of didn’t want Stan to be first, but he wouldn’t admit it to Stanley. It’s just that people expect Ford to be the more responsible one, and if his daemon’s settled, it’ll get people to take him more seriously. Stan wouldn’t understand that; his feelings would be hurt if he thought that Ford thought he was better than Stan. Not that he thinks that! Stan is the best. The best brother and friend and the bravest and toughest and most fun and lots of other stuff, besides. But he’s not very responsible, and Ford can’t even quite admit it to himself that he loves being seen as responsible when compared to Stan.

So Ford should be really glad that Elisheba’s settled. They’re the perfect age for it, right smack dab in the middle of the bell curve– they’re normal about something for once. It’s just that he can’t understand her form. They used to fantasize about what she’d become, like all kids probably do. Ellie loved to be an arctic tern– a bird that’s always migrating! And they can sleep while they’re flying! That would have been so cool! And she was a green iguana a lot, and even a Tasmanian tiger! Almost nobody had an extinct animal for a daemon– that would have been really impressive. And if it set them apart, made them even more different than their peers, who cared? Ford could take it. He’d had everyone making fun of him for his hands his whole life, he could stand it if people thought his daemon was too different or strange. But Ellie’s form, the thing she’s going to be forever, well. He’s just not sure about it.

Castor canadensis, North American beaver, isn’t really… him. Right? She isn’t anything particularly interesting or special. Nobody brilliant or noteworthy ever had a beaver for a daemon. No inventors or explorers or anything. In movies, do hard-boiled detectives or chiseled leading men have beavers for daemons? No, they don’t. The only beaver daemons in movies and on TV are laundresses or scolding mothers.

The only person Ford’s ever seen in real life with a beaver daemon is a mechanic. A Catholic mechanic with a beaver daemon and arthritis.

“I don’t really get it, Ellie,” says Elisabeth, Stan’s daemon. She’s on the floor of their room next to Elisheba, a red fox at the moment, sniffing at her. “Is being a beaver really that great?” She becomes a perfect copy of Elisheba and loudly smacks her tail against the living room floor. “Oh, that’s pretty fun!” They both laugh and slap the floor until they hear a distant shout from Dad.

“Okay, I guess the tail-slapping is alright,” Stan tells him skeptically, “but not that great. You could just drop one of your books on the floor and get the same effect.” Lisa pops into the air as a hornet and buzzes teasingly around Ford’s head.

“You’re just jealous,” he laughs as he bats Lisa away, wishing that he didn’t agree with Stanley.

-

Ford kicks his feet against the hull of the Stan o’ War. He’s holding a schoolbook, but staring out at the ocean. He should be doing his homework while he waits for Stan to get out of detention, but instead he’s brooding. Elisheba sighs behind him, and Ford frowns. He doesn’t want to turn around and see her squat little form, her dopey face, her long orange teeth. It’s been two days since she settled, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“You’re just going to have to deal with it,” she says resentfully, breaking their hours-long silence.

“I don’t have to deal with anything. I’m fine. I’m happy! It’s good that we’ve settled,” Ford tells her, feeling his jaw settle into a mulish expression. He can hear her clawed forepaws dig into the planks of the deck. He rounds on her, ready to scold her for clawing up their dilapidated wreck, but he looks straight into her eyes and finds he can’t get a word out.

Elisheba stares back at him, burning with the resentment and disappointment that feels too big for Ford’s chest to hold. Of course she feels the same, how could she not? She’s him, the biggest, truest, most important part of himself. That's the problem.

“I just didn’t think that we’d… be like this.” He feels ashamed to say it to her, even if they both think it. It feels like some kind of betrayal.

“We are who we are!” Ellie slaps her tail on the deck for emphasis. “This form just feels right, what does it matter exactly what I am if we’re still ourself?”

“Hey, break it up!” Lisa flaps up over the side of the Stan o’ War in her largest avian form, a brown pelican. She alights heavily on the deck next to Ellie, reaching a wing out over her as if to shelter her from harsh sunlight. “Man, this is why you need me around, Sixer,” she says lightly. “You get yourself into trouble when you think too much.”

Stan struggles up onto the deck, flopping down with an oof. He sits up, taking in Ford, standing facing his daemon and Stan’s, fists clenched. Ford knows he must be bright red, and hopes Stan thinks it’s all anger.

Stan, who is sometimes so able to be cool under pressure, shrugs off his heavy backpack and his jacket, leaving them behind him in a heap on the deck. The wind flutters through his and Ford’s hair, and ruffles Elisabeth’s feathers.

“Hi, Stanley. How was detention?” Ford mumbles, hoping to change the subject before Stan can even start it.

“Fired six spitballs onto Miss Lackson’s dress without her noticing even once!” Stan says proudly. Lisa preens. “And I even got some homework done, so you don’t have to do it all,” he adds impressively.

Ellie laughs. “My hero,” she teases, and nudges Lisa so hard she has to open her wings so as not to fall over. Ford snickers.

“You should be grateful!” Stan insists, all overblown indignation. Ford knows it’s just to make him laugh, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. “Here I am slaving away, learning crap outta books that I’m never gonna use just so you don’t have to do my homework, and you’re here talking to yourself like a crazy kid!”

“I’m not crazy, you’re craz– hey!” Ford grabs for Elisheba as Lisa opens her beak wide, trying to fit Ford’s daemon into her cavernous mouth. Before Ford can grab Ellie, she hisses viciously, flashing her long orange teeth at her brother. With a whoop of delight, Lisa turns into one of her favorite forms, a caiman, and snaps her jaws right back at Ellie.

“Hah!” Stan flings himself at Ford, grabbing him in a headlock while he’s distracted by Lisa’s many sharp teeth trying to take a bite out of Elisheba’s new, permanent tail.

“Hey, I’m planning on keeping that tail, Lisa!” Elisheba yelps, naturally echoing Ford’s thought. “Ow! Stanley!” Stan’s knuckles dig into Ford’s scalp. Ford flails his hands blindly in the direction of Stan’s body, completely forgetting anything he might have learned in boxing.

“Say uncle, Poindexter!” Stan demands gleefully. Ford raises his foot to kick Stan in the shin– it’s a dirty move, which Stan should approve of–but Stan gasps and lets him go before Ford goes for it.

As he straightens up, Ford has a brief impression of Elisheba between Lisa’s shoulders, claws gripping crocodilian hide and incisors digging into her head, perilously close to Lisa’s eye. Lisa turns into a dingo and shakes Ellie off her back with a slight yelp. She bounds over to Stan.

“Wow, jeez, ease up, Fangs,” Lisa complains, as Stan cradles her head in his hands, inspecting it for damage.

“Eh, don’t be such a baby, Ellie ain’t gonna blind us,” he tells her. Still, he strokes her ears gently.

“Yeah, I had everything under control,” Ellie says, panting. “When have we ever blinded you before? The trend would suggest that we will continue not to gouge out any of your body parts.”

Ford, grinning, leans down to pick Ellie up. She’s heavy– must be almost forty pounds. They haven't weighed her yet, which they should. And they need to find out how fast she can run– can she even run? He doesn’t know, but he’ll find out.

“That was pretty good, Ellie!” Stan, satisfied that his soul will survive, reaches out and ruffles the fur on the back of Ellie’s neck.

“Stan!” Ford tugs her away from his reach, embarrassed. They’re getting too old to touch each other’s daemons like they did when they were small. That kind of thing is only for babies and really little kids, which they definitely aren’t. “You shouldn’t do that!”

Stan goes on like Ford hasn’t spoken. “You can fight pretty good in that form, but what else can I expect from a guy with metal teeth?”

“What?” Ford laughs.

“Yeah! Stan opens his own mouth and points inside as if that explains anything. “Beavers got iron in their teeth, that’s how come they’re orange! It’s like rust!”

“How do you know that?” Ford asks suspiciously. 

“I know stuff! I know everything! Specially everything about you,” Stan insists, as Lisa wags her tail charmingly.

“Come on!” Ford punches Stan in the shoulder, grinning at his brother. “You don’t just know that magically! Unless…” Ford scratches his chin, wincing as he scrapes a pimple with his nail.

“Don’t bring up aliens,” Lisa groans.

“It’s a known fact that the protective anti-alien-scanning machinery the government uses to protect national secrets interferes with human brainwaves!” Ford crosses his arms, eyeing Stan suspiciously. “Have you been having headaches? Dreaming about nuclear launch codes?”

Stan groans. “God, Ford, you’re the biggest nerd! I read it in a book, okay?” Stan slumps over to his backpack, Ford following curiously. He pulls two thick books from it, turning and offering them to Stanford. “Here. I figured, you know, you’re a huge geek, you’d wanna read up on Ellie’s form and stuff.”

Ford sets Ellie down, then kneels so she can look at the covers with him. Rodents of North America says one, and Beaver: America’s Engineer says the other.

It’s so strange to feel so many ways at once. It’s surprising, and not, that Stan would do this; Stan would do anything for him, and Ford knows that. But that Stan would do this, specifically, go to the library– the city library! Those are city library stickers on the spines, they aren’t even from the school! All just for him, because Stan is his brother and the only person in Ford’s corner. He grateful, really. It's a nice thing for Stan to do, but there’s a little part of him that’s annoyed that Stan could read him so well. Shouldn’t he get to have some feelings that are private? Oh well. Ford shoves that down, and tries to just be grateful.

Made nervous by Ford’s silence, Lisa says “We didn’t look that close at ‘em but there’s some cool stuff in there. About your fur and your teeth and all the stuff beavers can build. And you’re gonna be a real good swimmer! That’ll be handy if we’re ever lost at sea!” She wags her tail vigorously and nuzzles Ellie, who presses herself close in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan nudges the daemons apart with his foot, as uncomfortable as Ford is with all the mushy stuff. “Look, point is… uh.” He scratches at the back of his head.

Ford jumps in to save them both from the awkwardness. “I get it, Stan, really.” He hugs the books to his chest. He’ll say it, partly because he means it, and partly because he should probably mean it more than he does.

“Thank you.”

[shardkn1ght]

so ive got a question about HRL... when exactly in the timeline is the comic taking place? post-shredder, post movie or what?

The comic at the moment takes place just after Draxum terns good.

So the big shredder fight hasn't happened yet.

[100percentevil]

I want to platonicly date my friends.

Like, cuddles, forehead kisses, movies nights and coffe dates, explore paces together, things like that. But I dont want it to be romantic or sexual, just buds. I feel like theres a tern for this, but I'm not sure what.

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Nine people I’d like to get to know better/ Get to know you tag

Thank you @dru-reblogs-stuff for tagging me. Who knew there are so many kinds of tag games XD I'll tag anyone read this and wanna share then :)

Currently reading: Oh wow I'm sorry. I'm just so busy I haven't got the time to focus on reading (looking at my to read list and sweating)

🎶 Last song I listened to: I'm legit not sure. Is anime ending song counts? Then it's Naruto when the lyric repeats "first time talking to you" over and over. Not once did I remember the song title.

📺 Currently watching: Naruto. He's about to fight Sasuke at the big waterfall.

Last series: Bee and Puppycat. I love it's color, and whatever happen in that universe. And I absolutely adore the way Puppycat talks :3

Last movie: Nimona. Wait, maybe is Spirit Away. Well, I love both.

🌶️ Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: Savory. (We're talking about food right?)

❤️ Relationship status: ✨ friendship ✨ Friendship is my favorite relationship <3

Favorite color: The official answer is baby blue XD but I recently noticed I kinda like yellow. Baby duck color my beloved <3

🤩 Current obsession: oof I haven't feel any intense emotion lately... I'm just... busy... yeah...

Tea or Coffee: Tea!!! I like Oolong tea. My favorite is White-tip Oolong tea. It's very nice and smooth and has a sweet end taste.

Last Thing I Googled: Alcohol solvent. For uh... alchemy research. (I know it's a tern now but I actually didn't "Google" it. I switch to Firefox and Duck Duck Go. It's basically the same but with real ad free. Use Firefox everyone)