#tom littler

[gangles-toybox]

Tommy needs a lot of academic validation for his mental health to be stable but in a town like Moralton...yea he ain't getting that. So he continues to believe he's stupid.

Reminder: Grades don't equal intelligence

[littlequeenies]

Jane Asher Leads an All-Star Cast in Somerset Maugham’s The Circle in Tom Littler’s Inaugural Production As Orange Tree Artistic Director

February 24, 2023

The Orange Tree Theatre today announces the full cast for Somerset Maugham’s The Circle, directed by Tom Littler in his Orange Tree debut as Artistic Director since taking up the role in January this year.

Littler directs Jane Asher (Lady Catherine Champion-Cheney), Pete Ashmore (Arnold Champion-Cheney), Robert Benfield (Murray the Butler), Chirag Benedict Lobo (Teddie Luton), Clive Francis (Clive Champion-Cheney), Nicholas Le Prevost (Lord Hughie Porteous) and Olivia Vinall (Elizabeth Champion-Cheney).

Somerset Maugham’s sparky comedy of manners was first staged in 1921 and has remained a firm favourite with audiences ever since. The Circle will open at the Orange Tree Theatre on 5 May, with previews from 29 April, running until 17 June, and will be available to stream online at OT On Screen from 20 to 23 June.

Tom Littler said: “I feel very lucky to announce this remarkable cast for Maugham’s perfectly constructed comedy. It’s a pleasure to welcome Clive Francis and Nicholas Le Prevost back to the Orange Tree, where they have already entertained audiences so brilliantly. The wonderful Jane Asher, Pete Ashmore, Chirag Benedict Lobo and Olivia Vinall are all making their Orange Tree debuts, and together we can learn how to navigate The Circle in our very own circular theatre.”

The sun is shining on the manicured lawns of the Dorset home of Arnold Champion-Cheney, MP. The Great War is over. Arnold’s political career is blossoming. He has a beautiful young wife, Elizabeth. If only the servants would dust his antiques properly, everything would be perfect.

But Arnold’s idyllic life is about to explode into chaos. His rakish father is staying for the weekend. His scandalous long-lost mother is descending with her detested husband in tow. And there’s a dashing young stranger who seems far too interested in Elizabeth…

Will history come full circle? Or can one generation learn from their parents’ disastrous mistakes? Somerset Maugham’s sparky comedy of manners was first staged in 1921 and has remained a firm favourite with audiences ever since.

Somerset Maugham was among the most successful novelists and playwrights of the inter-war years. Many of his novels, including The Painted Veil, Theatre, Up at the Villa and Of Human Bondage, have been adapted for screen. The Circle follows hit OT productions of Maugham’s Sheppey and The Breadwinner.

Tom Littler directs his first production as the new Artistic Director of the OT. It follows his “memorable” (The Times) 2019 revival of Maugham’s For Services Rendered at Jermyn Street Theatre.

“A waspish portrait of upper-class manners” Michael Billington, The Guardian on The Circle

“Maugham’s play is achingly enduring” Sam Marlowe, The Times on The Circle 

[deadghosy]

Riddle brothers with a little sister with Mandy’s personality

Warning: slight out of character, slight modern era

When you were little, you were nicknamed the “little devil” because of how you acted around the orphanage with your brothers. You tore a kid’s teddy’s bear head off all because they drank your apple juice

That’s when Tom and Mattheo realized you were not to mess with getting older. Mattheo witness it first hand when he accidentally ate a saved food you had during Hogwarts time.

Poor mattheo woke up to you holding scissors, he jumped out his bed only to see a unicorn head by his side. That’s when you smiled, a smile that looks like tom as you left.

“We all go a little mad sometimes.” Is what he remembered

And every time he tried to talk to Tom about how crazy their littler sister is.

He just pushed it as “Well, Y/N is a growing girl.” He said with that charming smile that sent shivers down mattheo’s back.

“It's you and me against the world. We attack at dawn.” You said as you held a frog about to turn it into dragon. Luckily mattheo took your wand away from you as you glared at him. Tom was impressed while Mattheo was literally scared

But there are moments when you three are like a family. Watching muggle movies that you’ve seen get recommended. They will always pick the ones you desire to watch. Sometimes Tom just leaves when he doesn’t like it tho.

One thing Tom hates about you, is how you know his every move and how you are like a mini him.

Tom was walking around Hogwarts due to his plan. As he made a swift turn, you were there. “Somehow I knew you were gonna go there.” You said as you narrow your eyes at your eldest brother. Tom looked back at you with his natural neutral face. “And what do I owe the presence of my lovely baby sister.”

You pointed your wand at him. “As long as you stop being sneaky. I won’t have to worry about whatever you are doing dearest brother.”

After that, he had to make sure to track his steps better.

[softspace-fics]

Masterlist!

Will be updated as i post new stories!

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Other mixes

Steve Rogers + Peter Parker + gn!little reader

Sickie🍼🥀 - Reader falls ill and their two cgs worry. (Platonic CGS!)

[squirrelshine]

AU, what if Leafpool and Crowfeather did run off together?

I've always loved the idea of characters getting a happy ending instead of their shitty Canon one. Ones I think about a lot are crow/leaf getting to leave without starclan/midnight interrupting them from leaving, so they have lion, holly, and jay somewhere pretty far away from the clans. But after that I took some creative liberty so here is some information

In this AU, Crowfeather and Leafpool where somewhat truthful with their kits, and told them about them leaving the clans. And they gave them apprentice/warrior names. Also like don't come for me but I like to think that lion, holly, and jay's warrior names would stay the same. Cause I like them.

I also think that Crowfeather and Leafpool would have another litter of kits. Now this is where I take a lot of liberty, not to be a little "omg these are my ocs they are the kits of these canon cats" but like this is my interpretation of more crowpool babies. So first of all I wanted to explain Lionblaze's name, so Leafpool's second littler is also a littler of three, Blazekit, Shinekit, and Ashkit. But Blazekit dies at about 3 moons old and so Lionblaze is named after Blazekit. Shinekit and Ashkit survive thankfully tho.

Also in the AU, Crowfeather is very protective of his kits and he was an advocate for Jayfeather to be a warrior in his eyes. So Jayfeather has a good amount of warrior training but Leafpool had all of her kits dabble in a lot of medicine cat training as well. So like in the end they are all kinda like medicine cat/warrior training. Although Jayfeather is way better at it then any of his siblings but he refuses to be a medicine cat fully. Anyways so overview: Leafpool and Crowfeather live in their own territory and have two litters of kits. Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Blazekit, Shinepaw, and Ashpaw.

Blazekit is a dark ginger tabby tom, Shinepaw is a golden colored tabby she cat, and Ashpaw is a dark gray, blueish she cat. Just some descriptions for you guys 👍

So then story time, basically when leafpool left Squirrelflight became like depressed and the whole badger attack happened. But Ashfur also died in it along with Cinderpelt. So Brightheart became a part time medicine cat but not a full time one. So now Ashfur is non existent and Squirrelflight turned to Bramblestar for comfort which is a bad choice tbh but whatever.

Anyways back to the present day, basically starclan tells jayfeather that they gotta go back to thunderclan and jayfeather finds out about the prophecy. So they all have a family road trip to thunderclan and go help them. And that's all for now, tell me if your interested or like if I should change anything 😭🙏 Thank you for reading!!

[fallenclan]

Otterslip was many things. Focused, stubborn, empathetic, loyal to a fault. He’d been said to be many more. Cruel, angry, blind. He didn’t like those descriptions. FallenClan could boil him down to a monster that lurks in shadows all they want, but that didn’t erase the cat he was. He was never a monster, just a grieving father. He wasn’t some villain who’d waited for a chance to strike. He loved. He loved so much.

So when he found a trembling cat, so young and small, he did not strike or lash out. The shivering tom was covered in snow and frost, so much that he didn’t recognize him or his scent. “Hey there kiddo… let’s get you someplace warm. You can tell me what happened then.” The cat looked up at Otterslip, eyes wide and face so, so young. Though he was older now, Otterslip picked the littler tom up by the scruff and carried him all the way back to the log he called home.

“There you are, nice and safe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Curled around the shivering stranger, Otterslip was diligent and as gentle as he could be, cleaning the snow and cold away from the stranger’s pelt as if he were his own kit. The tom fell asleep quickly, likely exhausted from whatever venture he’d gotten up to. Now that the snow was mostly clear, Otterslip realized he knew this cat. Sorrelstem’s little kit, Moosekit, all grown up.

Otterslip didn’t know much about herbs, but he did his best to find new moss at least. He never left Moosekit for long, standing guard at the expense of his own health. He knew what it was like to lose a kit. To have a part of you taken away in one moment. There were words for so many losses, but none for a parent losing a child. It was a tragedy too horrible to put into words. He could not have saved his daughter, but he can save Sorrelstem’s son.

Moosekit woke up late into the next day, and Otterslip was at his side immediately. “Moosekit? Are you alright? How’re you feeling?” He didn’t want to overwhelm him, but he was worried. Moosekit studied him with a quizzical expression.

“I’m Moosefall… I don’t know you, do I?” Otterslip let out a small chuckle, looking at his paws.

“I imagine you do, even if we’ve never met. I’m Otterslip.” He braced himself for a cry of ‘monster’, for the young tom to run into the storm rather than stay with him. But that never came. Instead, Moosefall smiled at him. No one had done that since he’d last encountered Lee.

“My momma told me about you! She said you’re a noble warrior who did what he thought was necessary for the good of the clan. She must’ve been right, if you saved me.” Moosefall sounded excited, like he was meeting a hero. Otterslip watched him, expression softening.

“I’m just glad I found you. You can stay with me as long as you need, and then you can go back home. I’m sure FallenClan is missing their bravest warrior.” Moosefall beamed at that. Good, Otterslip wanted to make sure he knew he had a place in the clan. One of them should be able to go home. “What were you doing so far from the territory anyways?”

Moosefall lit up, puffing out his chest. “I was exploring! I’d been in the trees, and I was chasing the most beautiful bird. I didn’t realize how far I was until I was past the border, and by that point, I figured I could try to find something interesting to take home.” Otterslip chuckled, and after a moment, took a feather from his tail, tucking it behind Moosefall’s ear.

“There. Now you have something interesting, no matter what. What other adventures have you gotten up to, little spitfire?” For the rest of the night, Moosefall told Otterslip of all his adventures, excited someone was listening to him. Otterslip was happy to have the company. For a little while, he felt like part of a clan again.

~ 🦦 (why do Otterslip events have to be bad? He loves so much)

AUGH my heart. the sillies ever

[beeceit]

Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there. 

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care. 

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand. 

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends. 

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound. 

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles. 

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands. 

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

[smallpwbbles]

This is something that came to mind but what is Maddie and Tom were looking after a baby sonic tails and knuckles?

I’ve actually done that! It was doodles I did a bit ago

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Behind a Cold Visage - A Multi Ship Fic

Iceman's jumper has a hole, he goes to Carole to fix it. She notices something else more than a hole.

~~~

For a prompt list, this was "A fixing B's sweater/jacket"

Words: 1338

Texas winters, at least in Corpus Christi, were rather mild. She had the fashion sense of a pop art picture and a grandma is what her mother said, which meant a lot of cardigans, that were never appropriate for the weather. 

This fact had always annoyed Carole, she’d taken up knitting when she was fourteen to get her mind off the worst breakup of her life, at least as she’d thought then. Now, years after, she’d probably knitted an entire wardrobe of clothes if you included everything she’d made for Bradley, plus all the various jumpers, scarves, hats and mittens over the years for Goose, Mav, her family and herself. 

And this year the wardrobe would be added to. There were two more people in their weird, not allowed family. Slider and Iceman. 

Their home was their sanctuary, away from the pressures of the navy, some of which were more on some than others, and the prying eyes of the neighbours, they could be themselves. Safe to cuddle in their bed now too small for four people and creaking from the weight but homely enough that they didn’t care. 

Not that everyone stayed at the same time. Maverick had bought a bachelor pad nearer to Corpus Christi, they were in the suburbs of Portland, about a ten minute drive away on a good day. With the security of the emergency second bedroom, they were safe-ish from the harsh laws of the navy and Texas state.

Carole was half considering just moving to California. With sodomy laws repealed there, this would at least be allowed at home. It was closer to work for Tom and Ron, both still instructors at Top Gun while Maverick was flying with Merlin back out in the middle of the ocean and Goose was getting his teaching qualification to become a physics teacher. Every single naval aviator she’d ever met had tried to explain how the codes for their missions worked, but every time it just seemed too damn complicated. Well, she tried to explain all the ins and outs of running a library and they seemed similarly confused, maybe some things were meant to be unknown.

She broke through her thoughts with a sip of sweet tea. As went tradition, she’d left it to brew outside but it didn’t quite hit the same as it would in the summer. Not that she missed that, the heat had really gotten to her this year. 

Maverick threw the frisbee to Bradley. Slider lifted him up so he could catch it. Goose placed his hands on his hips as he shared a look with Mav. They feigned disgust but smiles were hard to hide.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Goose exclaimed.

“T’isn’t.” Bradley said, still being held securely in Ron’s hands.

“T’is.” Mav said. 

“T’isn’t.” Ron teased. “He’s short, I’m helping.”

“I’m short, and you don’t see Goose lifting me up to catch the frisbee.”

“I’m littler,” Bradley said.

Mav gave him his familiar cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah?” Goose said, his moustache twitching. “Well, it’s still cheating, how about you stop being so little and grow some more? Come on now Bradley, you’re almost five, you should be six feet tall by now!”

That broke everyone’s grumpy masks. Bradley giggled, which made Goose break into a grin and begin to trot over to him. Maverick joined as Ron lowered Bradley slightly. 

Maverick, always the fastest even though he had the shortest legs out of all of the guys, got there first and tickled Bradley’s feet. Goose joined him, making him giggle until he squirmed.

“Daddy, stop!” He yelled.

Goose took him from Slider and lay kisses into his chubby cheeks as he squished him into a hug.

“Sorry, it’s what cheaters get!”

“I didn’t cheat, Daddy-”

The scene carried on. Goose pampered his son in embarrassing amounts of kisses while Mav and Ron watched, hiding their hands gracing each others so the neighbours wouldn’t talk.

What broke her focus was the gentle sound of feet coming out of the kitchen. She knew those considerate steps anywhere. Wanting to command attention but not offend, wanting to please every crowd. Iceman.

As well as pleasing her by not stomping, she loved Ron but he wasn’t very light footed, he was very easy on the eye. She’d told him that she thought so but hadn’t made a move yet. He was newly in a relationship with three men while trying to keep it all a secret, the last thing he needed was a new woman to throw things into question.

“Hey, Tom,” she said, keeping her eyes on the frisbee game as it restarted. “Whatcha got there?”

He seemed surprised when she knew he was there without seeing him. What he didn’t know was that having a toddler had made her hyper aware about where people were at all times, whether she liked it or not. She had to pat the seat next to her to get him to sit down. It was unusual how such a cool and confident man could turn into this insecure when away from the pressures of the navy. 

“A sweater.”

“You’re not wearing it?” She said.

Feeling the breeze stroke her skin, she wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter. 

“There’s a hole in it.”

His words were so carefully chosen. She realised that if they weren’t on good terms, he could do some damage. Carole could also, if they weren’t on good terms, but for different reasons, she didn’t have much of a filter. Words just came out as she said them. Obviously, this meant that while she could make someone’s day with a blase compliment, she could also ruin it by saying something mean a little too loud than she should, because her volume was never appropriate whether she knew it or not.

He stretched out the sweater. It had golden dreidels knitted onto a blue background. Threads were coming loose all over it to give a vague blue halo in the afternoon sun. This was old and well worn, yet perhaps it was what she’d seen of Tom so far that made her feel like he wasn’t the type to wear corny novelty jumpers at all.

“Can I?” She reached for it. 

It was just as soft as it looked as he handed it over. There was a familiar smell. Looking at Tom, she could imagine him tugging at the collar for a photo at Hanukkah. That’s what the smell reminded her of, a childhood home that you could return to but one that would never be the same. 

“Want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

She turned it over. There was a small but obvious hole in the arm. It wasn’t wear and tear, this was from worrying the same spot over and over again. She looked up at Tom and smiled, there was a storm behind those grey eyes.

“I think so, just got to match the colour so it doesn’t look weird,” she went to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Might as well start now, I think I have this blue in my knitting basket,” she lent in a little closer. “It was meant to be a surprise but I was making you a scarf for Hanukkah.”

“Guess you don’t need to now.” He said, looking at his hands. 

“No, I will.”

“Why?”

His head darted up. The immovable Iceman was a deer in headlights. She liked her ability to do that because if there was one thing she'd learnt about loving Navy men was that no matter how much they talked the talk, if you got them on their knees and pulled their head back by their hair then they were putty in your hand. 

“You’re cute that’s why.”

She lent over and kissed his forehead, leaving his face bright red as she moved inside to fix the jumper. Behind her, Ron wolfwhistled. The usual snarky "shut it" that she'd expect from Tom didn't come. When she turned back, he was still beetroot red.

I'm a bit of a sucker for Carole/Iceman, not in a major way but in a small way like this. They all love each other. Also it was illegal to be gay in texas until 2003. Thanks for reading!

[hermitcatting]

Cat masterpost

HEY here's a list of all the cats I've designed thus far, plus some FaQ stuff. links to all my cat designs are in this post if you need to find them :D! Mumblewhisker - mumbo medecine cat | shorthair tuxedo tom

Cedarslash - scar warrior | scarred brown tom Sparkflame - tango warrior | gold tabby tom Littledove - grian medecine cat | tan, long furred tom Icemask - etho warrior | white and grey tom Raggedgoat - doc deputy | large grey tabby tom Moonwatcher - pearl warrior | brown, fawn spotted she-cat Mosspelt - bdubs warrior | small brown tabby tom Oceanmist - smajor deputy | blue/silver tabby tom Adderfang - cleo warrior | large calico she-cat Jimmy/Canarycall - solidarity kittypet/loner | golden tabby tom Fizzlefern - skizz loner | small tuxedo tom marytn/littlewood - inthelittlewood loner | gold tabby tom Redwolf - rendog warrior | large red-ish brown tom Crowkit - grumbot little baby | long haired tuxedo kit Magpiekit - jrumbot littler baby | small, long haired tuxedo kit (NAME PENDING) - hermes kit | gold spotted tabby kit GENERAL FaQ Q1)can I make fanart/use your designs? sure! tag me if you do, I'd love to see :D Q2) will ___ person/character be in this au? if they're in the life series, hermitcraft or empires they'll be in this au (probably)! Q3) how does the life series play into this au? good question! not sure yet... it would be lore sensitive anyways so if I end up writing this au it'll be smth addressed in that Q4) will there be comics/fanfic? comics? probably, fanfic? dont count on it lol Q5) do you take requests? if it's for a character I've yet to design then sure! or if you have little comic ideas i might do it! If you have any questions do not be afraid to ask!!! - chimera (your lovely hermitcatting account owner)

[thatsouthernstate]

orangetreetheater: First look at SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER, currently in rehearsals. Our Christmas comedy by Oliver Goldsmith and directed by OT Artistic Director Tom Littler with Francesca Ellis, opens previews at the Orange Tree on 18 November. Featuring our wonderful cast: Sabrina Bartlett, Richard Derrington, Freddie Fox, David Horovitch, Guy Hughes, Robert Mountford, Tanya Reynolds and Greta Scacchi. Tickets going fast; book now at orangetreetheatre.co.uk 📷 Marc Brenner

[the-phoenix-heart]

hmm. colorado 🟡🎼🍜👔

Thank you! This is from this ask meme!

🟡 - Happy

Colorado gets along really well with the rest of the four corners + Nevada. Utah has placed himself in kind of a well-meaning older brother position with Colorado in my headcanon, always encouraging him to talk to people as a way to get over his social anxiety and trying to get him off "the devil's lettuce." While Colorado himself I don't think goes out of his way to cause chaos he will laugh whenever Arizona causes chaos and encourage him. New Mexico and him bicker over green chili, but they also both have chill vibes and like to hang out together. Nevada is the one person who can really get Colorado to get out his shell and it's when they are driving down the highway with the stars above them, both cross faded as fuck and singing along to some of the raunchier songs Nevada likes. Colorado's happiest days are when he, Arizona, New Mexico, and Nevada go over to Utah's house for family game nights. Colorado loves the family dynamic and Utah's littler kids love to cuddle up to Colorado even if he smells funny sometimes (he really tries his best not to smoke before he goes to Utah's house). Colorado more often then not ends up sleeping on the couch while the others have gone home.

🍜 - Food

COLORADO IS ACTUALLY A GOOD COOK! He does eat a lot of snack foods, but he is also good at cooking! New Mexico is mad about the green chili, but it's undeniable that Colorado can really cook with it. If anyone came to his house asking for food instead of weed he would be ECSTATIC.

👔 - Clothing

Colorado wears a lot of athleisure style clothes, and often forgets to take off stuff like his ski goggles or mountain climbing gear. He spends so much time exercising and doing sports that it feels like second nature to wear.

🎼 - Music

It is no surprise Colorado listens to a lot of stoner rock. I think he in particular likes really avant garde shit. Like right now I'm thinking he would listen to stuff like Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega. I don't know why, I could not tell you, but it just gives me the vibes of something he would listen to and really feel.

[littlequeenies]

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Malvolio runs the Lady Olivia’s house with puritanical zeal. By day, strict order is maintained and repeated advances from Olivia’s many admirers are firmly rebuffed. But after dark, wine flows freely and Olivia’s lady-in-waiting Maria is planning to settle old scores. When a shipwreck washes up two strangers, the scene is set for a comedy of romantic chaos.

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[silver-the-rat-royalty]

Air nomads communally raise children right? So, if Aang were a little older he'd probably compulsively parent people because, well, everyone's your dad! Including him! I'm gonna say he's around 16-17 not an adult but enough where caring for littler kids is expected at least in part. Every member of the gaang bar Zuko has called Aang dad at least once. It pissed off Toph to no end for days until she realized he was just fuckin like that. When Tom Tom followed Momo into camp he was just handed the baby no questions. During the incredibly short amount of time they spent with the freedom fighters the average amount of times one of them called him dad was 4 excluding Smellerbee who kept getting stuck on a loop of 'dad- Fuck! sorry I mean' after the first day.

[warriorsaroundtheendlesswater]

Some more Warrior OC's! First round with Pinethistle, Moonwind and Snakenose here.

Poolrush: Black and white tom, tall with blue eyes.

Born as a rouge and left by his mother at a young age, Pool had only his sister, Droplet. They foraged a living for some moons before another rouge passes through their territory. He promptly leaves, but Droplet is left with a litter of kits. Brother and sister prepare for and begin to raise them together, until a flood happens and Droplet and all her kits, except one drown. He takes the remaining kit, named Bird, to cats who've formed a clan nearby and begs them to save his kin. Luckily, this clan seems to be in need of them as much as he is them. The one nurseing she-cat takes in Bird, and the deputy Smokewhisker convinces Frogstar to give him a chance. Working hard, he proves himself as a warrior between helping Pinethistle raise Birdkit as well as her single kit, Dandelionkit. When he is named Poolrush, he and Pinethistle quickly becomes mates after no small about of bonding and love growing while raising Dandelion and Bird. The lighthearted and dedicated tom is more than content recently, helping to provide food and safely for the cats who took him in and wanted him, and preparing to welcome his own littler with Pinethistle.

Dandelionsun: White and orange she-cat, green eyes.

Born into a clan sorely needing the hope of kits, Dandelion and her adopted littlermate, Birdfall are raised with gentle paws and excitement. This results in a she-cat with a lot of pride, perhaps a bit of arrogance. Not that it is unwarranted, as she quickly becomes skilled in everything warrior related and everyone looks to her as representation of the future. She is even mentored by Snakenose, as an apprentice. However, as a new warrior, she is coming to realize the pressures are heavier than she was ever lead to believe and the feeling of not being what her clan needs to take back what Shore Clan has stolen looms over her. Her main comfort is her family, who always seem to feel when she is overwhelmed. Poolrush, in particular, defends her to Frogstar and Smokewhisker when the put a bit much on her for so young a warrior. It's bonded them even closer. Her mother has always taught her about Rattleheart, her father by blood, but she will always look to Poolrush as the cat who helped Pinethistle raise her. She also spends much time trying to help Swallowpaw, a young tom whose an apprentice all on his own, that she feels needs a friend.

Frogstar: Sleek, dark orange she-cat, blue eyes.

With a peaceful start of her leadership over Dune Clan, Frogstar couldn't imagine the horror that would happen to her clan under her watch. Dune Clan, once without an issue with Shore Clan, whom they shared the endless water with, becomes striped down one or two cats at a time by attacks on border patrols. Battles don't change things, neither did words at the Gathering with Shore Clan and Forest Clan. In recent moons, the situation grows even worse with how few cats remain in the clan. To hunt, yes, but also to have kits. The last thing she wants is kits in the nursery for the sake of new warriors, but she can only see a bleak future without more cats to hunt, or eventually fight to retake their territory. This has driven her to drastic measures, allowing several she-cats to have litters that in other situations would be against the code, and alllowing a place for peaceful rouges. Ever a strict and demanding leader, all of her love and energy goes to her clan and no sacrifice is to great in her eyes for them.