#uncle waldo

[artmolonara]

Snow Day - A Lumpy Where's Waldo Story

A continuation of the Uncle Waldo series I've been creating. You can read the last two chapters, Lullaby Bye and Peek-A-Boo, via the links.

Also shout out to @nami-ramen again for continuing to make awesome illustrations based on my writing. You can see their rendition of the Peek-A-Boo chapter here (I also love the idea that the Detective was awake :oD)

Ok, fair warning: this one is a doozy, and deals with some VERY HEAVY subject matter that may be uncomfortable to some (Nothing bad done by our titular Waldo tho, he a "good" boy in this)

*** Proceed with Caution, and Enjoy ***

Two years. Seemed hard to believe how the time was flying. Waldo felt it not in his own body, but saw it on those he had been watching. That being, the Detective, and their child, Junior.

Enough time had now passed since Wenda's death that grief no longer clung to the Detective like a shadow. Waldo now only saw it periodically, in the night.

And Junior, they were now walking and talking, kinda, all over the place. The pair of them had begun to take walks over stroller rides, and Waldo had enjoyed tagging along on their strolls as a distant watcher. Every now and again, Junior might spot Waldo, and he'd give a wave. The kid seemed better at finding him than the Detective was.

Truly an marvelous development.

...

The end of the year was upon the world, and with it, snow had arrived.

Waldo liked snowy days, and not just because he liked to paint the snow with stripes of red, or watch screams become visible in the cold air, but also because the world could truly be still on winter days. Never was anytime truly as quiet, calming.

Though quiet wasn't what he was seeking right now. What was bringing him more joy was the squeals of delight carrying on the breeze as Junior and the Detective slide down a snow covered hill on a toboggan for the 11th time in a row.

It was a popular spot in the park, and a bunch of other families were sledding and snowboarding there as well, all enjoying the winter break.

Waldo watched from the other side of the frozen pines, unseen by all.

It was a rather fun thing, sledding. Part of Waldo wished he could join in on the activity, but alas, he must remain unseen, as per the game. For now, he was content to just observe. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he might watch one of the sledders, other than his hunter and their ward, wipe out spectacularly.

The wish was clearly a premonition, as within the minute, a rambunctious teen lost control of their snowboard, tumbling and crashing into a tree at incredible speeds, leaving their leg twisted backwards. Waldo smirked to himself at the screams that filled the air.

The responsible adults there, the Detective included, were immediately drawn to the scene. The Detective turned to Junior, speaking and gesturing to them in a way that Waldo recognized as "stay put." They then walked over with most of the other parents, leaving a series of kids sitting on the slop.

Junior was well behaved, Waldo knew, and was very good at staying put when told to, so there was no fear of them wandering off.

...

That was when Waldo noticed the man.

He seemed to come from behind a tree, as if he had always been there. Waldo was surprised he hadn't spied such a festive sweater.

Slowly, he walked in the direction of everyone, pausing to look at the commotion. After a moment, he looked towards the hill, and all of the children there.

The hairs on Waldo's neck stood up straight in recognition. He knew a predator when he saw one.

It began to make a beeline for Junior at an even pace. Waldo's grip tightened on his walking stick.

Did it dare?

It crouched down next to Junior, saying something to them, to which the child gave no reaction. Then, with a final glace around, the dingo scooped up the baby, and began to walk briskly away.

Oh, it did.

No one else had seen, all their attention had been on the lame teen screaming their guts out. But Waldo had seen, and when he was done, he was going to make those wails sound like cries of joy in comparison.

Oh, this will be fun...

...

Waldo could move extremely fast when he wanted to. Teleportation was one mode he traveled, but he could move in the space between that as well. Were anyone to see, they might just notice a strange, slightly sparking, gust of wind moving through the park, and how the lamps it passed seemed to blink on for a second.

He tracked the creature to the parking lot, seeing just as the car began to turn out. It moved at an leisurely pace, obviously not wanting to draw attention to itself.

Waldo kept pace with it, until it came to the first stop sign right at the park exit. Then, Waldo made himself reappear, inconspicuously, right next to the sign. Feigning a smile, Waldo waved at the car, and began to cross the road, acting like a common pedestrian.

The creature in the driver's seat feigned a polite smile back, acting like a common human. Waldo got a better look at it. The person suit it wore was unremarkable, a rather convincing disguise. His gaze looked then to the passenger's seat, where Junior was sitting. The child's blank face of confusion suddenly turned up to a smile in recognition at seeing their Uncle Waldo.

Waldo felt his smile twitch into a sneer. They were sitting in a booster seat.

A damned booster seat.

It had done this before.

I'm going to take my time with this one.

Stopping directly in front of the car, Waldo leaned forward on his cane, and began to stare daggers at the driver, still keeping his smirk. The creature's grin faulted a little, and it gave a polite beep with the horn. Waldo just shook his head, and rested his foot on the bumper, smile now becoming much, much wider.

The dingo caught on now, all pretense gone. In an attempt at retaliation, the gas was floored, but the tires only spun in the slushy snow, unmoving against Waldo's heel.

Enough preamble. Waldo slammed the end of his cane into the compacted ice, and there was a sudden sparking light in and around the car. Streetlights overhead flared and exploded, the car's engine sputtered and died, and before the beast had time to react, another cane appeared from the dark of the back seat and hooked around the creature's neck, pulling it taught against the headrest with no hope of air.

Move, and you die.

It was a command said by him, but not by HIM him.

While the creature's struggling stilled, an arm, identical to Waldo's own, reached passed and hit the child lock button. Waldo nodded, walking over the the passenger's door and opening it.

Junior's eyes had been locked on Waldo, and now seeing him closer, they reached out their arms, "Wally!"

Waldo's smile softened, "Hey, kiddo. Quite an adventure you're on today, but I think it's time we go back to the Detective. Don't want them to think something," he glanced up at the tumor, "bad happened to you." His teeth bared a bit wider as the cane around it's neck tightened to the point it's eyes bulged; the gurgle was pleasant to hear.

He undid the straps and picked Junior up and out of the car. As soon as he kicked the door shut, the car came back to life.

Drive.

The vehicle took off, and Waldo took a moment to wave goodbye, Junior mimicking.

He would catch up later.

...

No less than fifteen minutes had elapsed since the start of the whole ordeal, and over the sound of the distant ambulance sirens, Waldo could hear the Detective calling out for Junior. Their voice was just starting to shift in pitch from worry to general concern, and there was at least two other voices calling out as well.

As they reached a spot nearby, still out of view, Waldo slowly lowered Junior down to their feet, kneeling beside them.

"You OK?" Waldo asked, taking a moment to look the child over to makes sure nothing was out of place.

Still in good spirits, glancing off in the direction they were being called, Junior just gave a distracted, "Uh huh."

Waldo sighed, a worry now filling his chest, which was a very strange sensation, "OK well... listen OK?" He put his hands on the their shoulders.

Bright eyes looked to his, focusing when they saw how serious he was.

"You have to be careful of people you don't know. There are adults out there that could-"

Another call for Junior. There wasn't time to go into a full stranger danger lesson, unfortunately. He hoped the Detective would do that for him soon after.

"Just try to stay close to your Uncle Waldo and the Detective, OK? And if anyone else tries to take you somewhere or do something you don't like, you bite them." He put up his hands to mimic claws, "Like a T-Rex."

Junior smiled, and made a soft "Rawr!"

Waldo chuckled, "Rawr, that's right." The worry still swirled in his chest, and acting on it, he hugged Junior to him protectively.

"Just... be careful OK? I can't always be around to protect you..."

Almost as if comforting him, Junior's tiny hand patted his arm, followed by a soft, "Oh kay."

The Detective called again, and Junior turned away as Waldo let go. He smiled, "Race you to the Detective, ready?" He faked prepping a sprint, to which the child bounded in place with new adrenaline, "ReadysetGO!"

Junior took off, leaving Waldo sitting in the snow. He took a moment, quelling the waves of anxiousness he wasn't at all used to, before standing up and watching again from a distance.

Junior was found immediately, the Detective seemingly going through the same motions and emotions Waldo just had with Junior, talking somewhat sternly before hugging with relief. The pair soon left the park in the wake of the ambulance taking the forgotten lame teen to the hospital.

...

Later that evening, Waldo visited the Detective residence. Junior had already been sent to bed, having just transitioned out of the crib. The Detective now sat alone in front of a small smoldering fireplace, staring into the embers with an exhausted expression, a half finished mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table before them.

Waldo knew what they must be thinking, as his thoughts were there too. And while Waldo could see down the current path and knew that things would turn out alright, the worry and looming fear of what could have happened or happen was as oppressive as the cold night.

When the Detective nodded into sleep, and a passing car's engine roared, Waldo let himself in. He put out the remaining fire, then found a blanket on the couch to lay across the Detective's from. Long hands rested gently on weary shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.

"Don't worry, they'll be alright," a gentle reassuring pat, a thumb caressing the base of a neck, "They have us. And we are in this together."

Tension slowly left the sleeping form. Waldo smiled, picking up the mug and downing the rest of the lukewarm liquid, lips on the rim touching the ghost of the Detective's in an indirect kiss.

A grandfather clock began to chime twelve. Waldo smirked with his last sip.

Time to have some fun.

"I'll see you for the holidays," He promised before vanishing with a crack. The Detective stirred, blearily looking around, before getting up to check on Junior.

...

It was at the final stroke of midnight that Waldo materialized before the darkened building on the edge of town. The perfect playground where he and his selves wouldn't be interrupted.

A small concrete room awaited. Inside had been strung up with red and white lights, glinting off the various tools and blunt objects strewn about like x-mas toys. Seems his alters also couldn't wait for the holidays to begin.

They looked at him as he came in.

"Ah good, we're all here then." Five sets of eyes feel on the dangerous cancer tied to a chair in the middle of the room. It struggled against its bonds, whimpering out muffled pleas for mercy behind duct tape. All futile.

It was a shame this work was going to have to be unaccredited. He would have loved to string this monster up by it's intestines for the Detective as a present. But unfortunately, the game required him to be subtle. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't play.

The situation had already been explained to it, why this was happening, and what was going to happen. The horror in it's eyes was at it's peak. Good, now they could get the party started.

A small radio was switched on, the static of cycling through stations rung the room like a drum. After a couple channels of festive music were passed over, a station playing Queen's Don't Stop Me Now was selected.

The tune filled Waldo up with anticipation, and he began to prance about to the rhythm. He channeled it all, all the new emotions, into a feeling of righteous fury that fueled him. Oh, he would make this last. Last for a very, very long time.

And as the Waldos began to harmonize with Mercury, dancing towards the beast with canes and weapons raised, the inhuman thing screamed out in glorious terror.

...

"COLD" CASE BODY FOUND

Warning: This news story contains graphic descriptions of crimes that may disturb some readers.

A dismembered and decimated body was discovered on Friday, February 14th hidden in a snowman in a local park.

This killing, according to police statements, is connected to the body parts found in snowmen that have been found over the last few months. DNA testing has identified them as belonging to the individual, but identification of the victim has yet to be determined.

The first of the body parts, a thumb, was discovered in early January of this year, hidden inside of a snowman in a local picnic area. Several others were soon discovered in the area, including more fingers, toes, and teeth. All had minor stages of decomposition due to being encased in snow, and analysts determined that all were removed from a living victim.

More snowmen appeared over the next few weeks, including more and more body parts taken from a still living victim. Evidence of torture was found, including blunt force trauma, stab wounds, electrocution, asphyxiation, poisoning, removal of skin, insect and animal predation, and burning via gasoline.

The body recovered showed extensive abuse, according to witnesses. "It wasn't even a person anymore," one witness described, "just a torso with it's heart exposed, like one of those anatomy classroom statues, but burnt to a crisp and if the peeled muscle side was the whole thing."

The final cause of death was determined to be hypothermia, and set just hours before the body was discovered. It is possible that the victim was encased into a snowman while still alive.

The hunt for the perpetrator is still ongoing. Our reporters got the following statement from the chief of police during yesterday's briefing.

"The person who committed this heinous act will be brought to justice. The manhunt has been expanded to the neighboring counties, and we urge anyone with any information to come forward."

When asked if this is at all tied to the Waldo killings that occurred almost 3 years ago, the chief of police stated, "There is no evidence linking those cases at this time. This appears to be just a single victim over a long period, which does not match the MO of Waldo."

Identification of the body is expected to be determined next week.

...

Alert

Be on the look out for this man, Fred-----------. Last seen three months ago.

The assailant's vehicle was discovered in ---------- with evidence of child kidnapping and -------------- discovered in a hidden compartment.

If you see this man, contact authorities immediately.

...

Missing Children Found

5 children have been discovered after having been missing for months.

They are identified as ------------, ---------------, ---------------,----------------------, and ------------------------------. All were victims of kidnapping at various different times last year. According to reports, all have evidence of various types of abuse.

The children were discovered outside the local detective office, having apparently been dropped off.

The children have been reunited with their families and are expected to receive treatment for their trauma.

We reached out to the families and the officers on this case for more information.

"Well of course, we're really relieved that she's home, and she's safe now," the mother of one of the children told us in an interview. "According to ---------, she was saved from a bad man by a bunch of Santa's elves. I've never been one for praying until our baby was taken, and I think perhaps someone must have heard our prayer and returned our baby to us."

All children seem to identify that they were being held somewhere dark and abused by a man described as -------------------------, then being left alone a long time without food before being "rescued" by multiple different people. These individuals reportedly fed and cared for them for a short while before releasing them.

One child described the rescuers as looking like "Mr. Mint from Candyland".

At this time, no assailants have been identified. Investigation of this case is still ongoing.

...

It would be a couple weeks more before the Detective figured something out.

The placement of the snowmen seemed random at first, but after piecing it together in order of appearance, words began to form in red string upon the town map.

The last one, the body, was the final dot in the exclamation:

DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS!

~FIN/to be continued~

OK, a long one, I know, but god, I just needed a creep like that to suffer, and to make Waldo go full Dexter/Rorschach on them. Also if it wasn't obvious, old Freddy K was the inspiration for that guy (the remake one at that) F that guy!

I think I have just one more Junior focused Waldo fic planned, and perhaps a "X-mas special" involving the Detective and a sprig of mistletoe.

By the way, if you like my work, please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi, would really help me out a lot right now.

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[arrowheadedbitch]

I've always fucking hated those geese in Aristocats, I'm fully on O'Malley's side, fuck those bitches. Uncle Waldo is chill tho.

[bakertoons]

Hoppity Hooper

Why yes, I drew a "Hoppity Hooper" fanart in 2024.

[houseofmouselove100]

Clarabelle starts writing down the Secrets to see which one to tell in her segment.

Mickey mouse about ears

Minnie mouse

Donald duck about goose reunión family

Goofy tried tell secret

Gaston tells his secret

White rabbit too

Chernabog He says he's afraid of the Dark but I don't understand, he's a demon of the dark.

Pluto He tells his secret but I don't understand it because of his dog language

I don't understand why donald he would go to a goose family reunion if he is a duck.

Episode Clarabelle big secret

[athelind]

I do!

Between George of the Jungle and Rocky & Bullwinkle, Jay Ward pretty much single-handedly formed MY sense of humor.

George of the Jungle (1997)

[jujutsukgojo]

Budding cherry blossoms

katsuki bakugou x reader

Summary: In three days, the man who spent your innocent years with will be executed. tw: grooming, kidnapping, inappropriate relationship NO SMUT a/n: this is inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, but not exact. Katsuki is not the 'Humbert' in this and there is a happy ending

On the television screen is a face you haven’t seen in years. How long has it been now? Eight or nine years? 

 The reporter explains how that face with a new name will be executed in three days. Flabbergasted, you get up from the couch and go to your library. In a section are several journals you’ve written through years of your life. You feel the spine over the older ones. The oldest is an old spiral yellow notebook written during your trip to this country and how you met the man who will die soon.

 Pressure builds behind your eyes as you pick every journal since then. You haven’t seen him in eight or nine years. Now, you are carrying notebooks, the story of your life, into your living room to read.

He’s going to die. 

You don’t remember much of your life before him. It is like life started when you met him. He was funny, kind, and wasn't awkward with you. Right off the bat, he was like an old friend. When you first met him, he was wobbling as he walked. You couldn't help but call him Uncle Waldo, the drunk goose from the Aristocats. Amazingly, he understood your reference and acted out the scene with you. The sun was setting, the air was light, and the Autumn breeze was gentle as he walked you away into the sunset. 

 Every page in the notebooks is filled with a rush of nostalgia. The reporter keeps going about how this person, your oldest friend, whom you traveled all over Japan with, is going to die. Suddenly, your home phone rings and flashes an old classmate's name. You pick it up and put him on speaker. “How ya doin’?”

 Katsuki’s voice has always been gruff and aggressive; it softens when he talks to you. Reading these diaries makes it all the more wrenching since he has always been kind. You take a deep breath. “I’m ok. You?”

“(Y/n).”

“Huh?”

“Where are you?” You blink several times. “I’m at home, Katsuki. Aren’t you on patrol?” The two of you graduated together despite you being a little younger than him. Uncle Waldo was furious when you told him you took the early assessment for U.A. rather than the school he suggested. If it weren’t for your sneaky ways, the false documents, and sloppy handwriting, you’d never have been able to graduate with Katsuki; especially since Uncle Waldo never denied your age. If he did, he’d have to pull all types of shit up. It was already bad when you put your hideout’s address down.  

You had walked into a place he couldn’t just snatch you out of. Either way, it was impressive that you got accepted early and then went again to try for the hero course’s test. Neither you nor Uncle Waldo could imagine that you got accepted into the hero course as well.

 He was pissed and it got worse when you got your license. 

“Yeah, but I’ll be off in an hour.”

“Anything can happen within the hour, Katsuki.” You keep feeling the journals. You sniffle. “Did you know it was him?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” There are millions of reasons why Katsuki, who has met Uncle Waldo, wouldn’t tell you that he is on death row. “I don’t know.” Pitiful.

 He isn’t the only classmate who met Uncle Waldo. It is different with him, though. Silent tears stream down your face. Your lip wobbles as you speak, “Remember when I first met Miss Mitsuki and Mr. Masaru?”

“You don’t have to call them that, (Y/n).” You can hear his heavy boots stomping as he walks. You sniffle, “I-I was so happy that someone wanted to be my friend. I thought I had gotten another one,” You wipe your eyes. “Someone that was my age, y’know?”

 Katsuki doesn’t say anything. “I want to thank you for that but don’t do that. Don’t lie to me.”

 His heavy boots stop. “I’m getting off early. I’m coming over.”

Half-assed, you reject, “No, no, I’m fine.”

“Don’t give a shit.” 

----------

Katsuki is on his way over and you still haven’t gotten up from your spot. If the door is locked, he can unlock it himself. In the open composition notebook, begins your time at U.A as a freshman during the warmer months. How often have you wondered where your relationship with your former classmates went wrong? Not nearly as much as the question of where your fondest person went. 

The paper is thin and worn from age and handling. The more you touch it, the more you see the images of your history. Meeting the man on the screen, bouncing from hotel to hotel then finally settling in a plain and modest house he probably stole, wearing frilly dresses and dancing to soft jazz with him or for him with graceful moves of ballet; entering U.A at a younger age than your peers then going back for the hero course test; the wars, all of the conflicts with villains and your classmates; everything from your youth to now as a pro hero and writer. 

Your foot taps against the wood floor and your finger goes to your mouth for you to bite. Thankfully, the reporter changes the subject. The heaviness begins to lift until another reporter goes back to the subject of him. The horned reporter sits at the desk and talks in a haughty and firm tone. He taps a thick pack of paper on the table. Every paper he holds in his green hands reads of the man you once knew. Listed are all of his crimes that go from his past to his capture. You bite your finger harder. Desperately, you want to defend him and refute these claims or at least reason them. Even during his time with you, for several years, you rationalize them. Because you can; the bond between you was special.

He was never violent as the news show him as. He got angry with you only a few times. They weren't significant or harmful. He scolded you but never hit you. The years together were joyous with a hint of confusion on your part. You didn't think anything of it. Now you are looking at his face on the screen and wondering where it went wrong. Why did he leave you? Nothing was the same when he left. He said he’d be back but never returned. A gaping, agonizing hole was left in your heart. Alone in the world you were never taught about was a brutal punishment. 

How could this have happened? How did you not know that your biggest adversaries, the League of Villains, had him in their ranks? Not just in their ranks, but an original member? The magic man himself, Mr. Compress.

All this time you never suspected it was Mr. Compress, a man of magic, who kidnapped both you and Katsuki in the Summer. Whereas Katsuki was compressed, you walked into the mist since they ensured that you were safe and that they’d help you clean up. At the time, you were doing the test of courage and were plagued by horrible stomach pains. Right there in the middle of the forest, you had your period for the first time. So, you went with them out of shame and embarrassment.

You chuckle as you remember how nice they had been and how Himiko cleaned you up and gave you a change of clothes. You were kept away from Katsuki at first, not seeing him chained to the chair until you were cleaned and changed. If you faced him before Himiko calmed you down, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. Especially since the front of your pants had a big red stain on them. Come to think of it, there were many times that you weren’t faced with the same challenges as others when it came to villains. 

 When you went home from being held at the League’s hideout with Katsuki, you found the man you spent your childhood with, angry. You hoped that it was an irrational reaction and misguided anger at your predicament rather than the truth. He straight up yelled that he was angry that you had your period. His anger fizzled out when he chose a beautiful sundress for you and a loose white button-up and sleek slacks for him to wear when you two hung out together. 

 It was a wonderful day with joy, laughter, and magic. It was so sweet that you can still remember what the air smelled like and how his cotton button-up felt between your fingers. You remember the flowers that decorated your dress and how creamy the ice cream you shared with him was. 

 It is a memory you think of with fondness and longing. Despite it all, time with him was simple from when you were around seven to eight years old to your teens. Remembering the ages have never mattered to you. What mattered was how adventurous and sweet your years with him were. Hell, he occupied so much of your mind, that you don’t really remember your life before him. And you didn’t care. That issue completely slipped your mind. 

 Now he is on death row and will be executed in a few days; possibly sooner, depending on how the judge or whoever feels. He was a part of the League the whole time. Katsuki knew and never said a word about it. Katsuki had met him before when he would visit U.A. It was only a handful of times. Maybe three in total? No wonder he was mad that you enrolled in U.A. You literally went into the lion’s den. 

 He’s going to die. The pressure behind your eyes emerges. A shuttered breath is taken in as you realize that he didn’t abandon you; he was taken and never meant to leave permanently. An ache of heartbreak caused by the disappointment of how dumb you are buds in your chest, right where the hole he left when he disappeared is. How could you doubt him?

 Wait, is this wrong? There have been many cases where you've worked, and you’ve told those people the same thing time and time again. How come you’re not accepting it? Why is it so hard to swallow and digest and understand? You’re a hypocrite and should smack yourself from judging others when they don’t take your advice. Then again, your situation is different than theirs. 

 You slide to the floor in front of your couch. You throw your head back. The back of it hits the soft sofa. He’s going to die. Who will look at the cherry blossoms with you? You haven’t been to see them blossom since he left. It isn’t right for you to. Not when he isn’t there to comment that they’re red and not pink like you see. With a smile on your trembling lips, you remember the debates you’d have with him and how he always encouraged you to never turn to the internet, always go to a book to see. You didn’t have access to the internet until high school and didn’t have a phone until you graduated. It didn’t feel right to have that. 

 The door’s lock sounds and heavy footsteps enter your home. The sounds of shuffling footsteps come closer to your living room where you sit. From around the corner, Katsuki emerges. He’s out of his hero costume and in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a skull-printed shirt. He crosses his arms and stares down at you with a soft expression. When he first met you, he glared and frowned. Now that he knows you, he hasn’t looked at you that way since. Especially when he met the villain known as Mr. Compress, who hid his identity and gained the one you gave him. 

 “What’re you reading?”

“My old diaries. It’s amazing. I just now noticed I document everything in my life. Imagine I die-”

“Not for a long time.”

“Yeah. Imagine I die and people publish all of this. That’d be cool, right? Just read it when I’m dead, okay?”

 He slumps on the cushion by your head. His eyes go to the TV. Katsuki taps his finger on his arm and decides to shut it off. The blond sucks on his teeth and side-eyes you. Once again, his face lacks a hard expression since he has grown since his angsty days. What was once baby fat chiseled away into something more defined, there is a thin smile line on the left side of his mouth, and his vibrant red eyes remain sharp.

 He wipes his hands on his pants and places one on top of your head. The heavy hand stays on you when he asks, “Are you okay?” Katsuki has never been one for affection. He doesn’t know what to do most of the time. However, he finds it with you in different ways. 

 “You’veasked me that already.”

“I know.”

 After a few beats of silence, you nod. The comfort of his warm hand reminds you of how he came to know the man you lived with for a long time. “Remember when you first met him? As Uncle Wally, at least.”

 He scoffs. “You want to talk about him, huh?”

“Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember. My mom saw him with you at school and wanted you to spend the night. She spent all night trying to pry a confession out of you. I knew something was off but I wasn’t sure. She knew right off the bat.”

 “There was nothing off. It was just a different situation. We were just living together; traveling and enjoying each other’s company. Friends, Katsuki.”

“You both had a different understanding of what friends are.” he cracks his neck. “His idea started to warp yours.”

 You ignore him. “I remember thinking that you were going to be my first friend other than him. Everyone in our class hates me-”

“No one hates you.”

“Pfft! You should’ve heard the girls. At the summer camp, I got into a fight with Mina because she did something with my plush toy. She hid it as a joke and I just wailed on her. All of them hated me after that.”

 “You were just a child, (Y/n).” Katsuki knew your true age when you told Mitsuki. His eyes were round as saucers. You got close to him after the abduction. Once he knew your age and met the man, he grew protective of you. The girls, the whole class, didn’t make fun of you much after that. Sometimes they did but Katsuki squashed it. 

 You shake your head. “Mrs. Mitsuki is a good one. She is so nice to me, and so is Mr. Masaru.”

 His hand rubs your head. “My pop is usually timid. When that fucker came to pick you up, that was the first and only time I have seen him lose his cool. The old woman was just as shocked as I was.” 

His father had shown complete rage against the one known as Mr. Compress. Mr. Masaru jumped on him and beat him so badly, it left permanent scarring. Because of the physical reaction, Mr. Masaru sweated a lot, and sparks flew with every hit. Seeing your dearest person attacked frightened and enraged you. 

“I was so mad at you. And Katsuki,” You turn your head to him. “I’m mad at you again. Why didn’t you tell me he was Mr. Compress?”

You have only seen that man with a mask on. From what you could tell, Mr. Compress’s voice and personality were flamboyant, something that was different from your dearest.

 “I won’t apologize for protecting you from that bastard. Not telling you was the best course of action.”

 You whip your head around. “No, it was not! He’s going to die because-”

“That’s another reason why I didn’t tell you. Right there! Right there, you are defending a murderer, a kidnapper, and a pedo-”

“Enough!” You turn to him completely. “Damn it, Bakugou! I’m just saying it’d been nicer to learn about who he was from you than the damn TV. And no, not your opinions of him, but that he was Mr. Compress!”

 You slump. “I thought he didn’t want me anymore. That he abandoned me. Katsuki,” you frown. “I had no one. I still don’t. You should’ve told me so I wouldn’t have felt that way.” It was awful. Who knows what you would’ve done if you knew? At least you would have had answers. 

 His hand moves from your head to your face. It cups it for a few seconds then pulls your cheek. “I don’t regret it. I am sorry for hurting you, honest to God, that was never my intention. What I did was to get you to let him go. Being away from him was safer."

 “Had U.A. not had the dorms, Katsuki, I would have been alone in that house. No money to pay bills, nothing. So, no, it’s not okay.”

“I never said it was. And if you believe I would leave you homeless means you don’t know me. Even back then, I would have made sure you had a home. Hell, my parents made up an extra room for you whenever you came over. You thought I’d let you go homeless? Tch, Eijrou would kill me if I did anyway.” 

 You shrug. “That’s my house, Katsuki. It’s bad enough that I lost it.” 

“Good riddance.”

You don’t bother to scold him. You just close your eyes and turn away, still reminiscing about what once was. 

“Hey, what color are cherry blossoms?”

“Pink, why?”

You smile to yourself. You won’t tell him why. At least not yet. Not when you think of all the times when you needed that answer. Walking hand in hand with Uncle Wally, looking at the magnificent beauty and arguing about the color. A single tear slips out. 

 “He’s dying, Katsuki. They’re gonna kill him.”

He doesn’t respond. Katsuki’s eyes remain on yours intently. The air is thick with tension and with dread reserved just for you. You shake your head and shrug. “It’s just as well. Maybe now I can date.” Your hand begins to shake. “Y’know, he said I wasn’t allowed to date. I did try once or twice in school.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Some random guy in general studies and Shouto.” Katsuki’s eyes bug out. “Icy Hot?! You chose that guy-”

You hold in your smile at his reaction. You interrupt him before he goes on too long. “We only went on a date. We didn’t do anything.”

 He huffs and crosses his arms. His foot taps to a rhythm on the floor. It is a little quirk of his that you noticed years ago. Kacchan’s foot is always tapping, just like he is playing the drums. He sucks on his teeth and growls. “So, Half n’ Half was your choice?”

 “Kacchan, I was mad at you around that time, remember? Your dad put him in a chokehold.”

“He’s not a guy; he is trash. My old man was taking out the trash.” He scoffs and takes his hand off your head. 

 You look down at the old notebooks. The paper is a little worn since they haven’t been touched in about a decade and were well loved then. Each line is scribbled in ink of different colors on the pages. The pens pressed hard on certain ones, showing the emotions you had. 

“It doesn’t mean much anyway. He rejected me so harshly.” If you remember right without reading your notebooks, Todoroki put his fingers to your lips when you went to kiss him. Back then, you viewed it as him pushing you away. No...no, that’s not what happened. He was gentle and concerned. His eyes were soft as was his touch. He wasn't being mean at all. Actually, he might not have even seen your time together as a date. Why didn't you remember all this right?

“(Y/n), he didn’t reject you like that. He was suspicious of your age. Him and Deku, after a while.” 

“What?” You face him fully. Midoriya is one of the people who kept his distance from you. It hurt a lot being at U.A. because you were a pariah. Except for Katsuki, no one liked you. It was comforting to know that someone in the world loved you. And he was at home.

“And Kirishima. Which is why he offered for you to stay at his place. His moms even made a spare room for you.” This is the first time you have heard of this. Kirishima did offer for you to spend the night, but you took it as him trying to flirt with you and you pushed him, asking how could he do such a thing without asking the man at home. 

Kacchan takes a deep breath. “Can I see?” He reaches for one of the notebooks, the blue composition one that was written around your first few days at U.A. 

 He grips the paper tighter. “I noticed how he held you when our parents came to visit. I thought you were immature and acted like a big baby. You even went so far as to wear those frilly dresses.”

 “I never did like them. He always picked out my clothes until high school,” you chuckle. “When I bought makeup and a bra for the first time, he flipped!”

Kacchan stares at you for the longest. You break the silence with a smile. “We went everywhere. I don’t think there is a place in Japan I haven’t seen.” Your smile drops when you see his frown. “The Summer camp was the first time I had been truly without him.” Your voice is low and trails off. “It was weird, y’know?”

 Kacchan takes a deep breath. “I think that was the day Icy Hot picked up that something might’ve been wrong. Him and roundface.”

“I don’t think so. Uraraka never mentioned it. No one did.”

“Shouto asked if that was a normal relationship-”

“What?”

“The way he hugged you! How he glared at every boy there and looked at you was off, (Y/n). What did he say, ‘beware of boys’? The way he held you was wrong. It was hard not to fucking notice.”

You went to school with these people for years and not a single one other than Kacchan, Kirishima, and Aizawa, showed any type of concern, or inkling of your fondness with the man on the screen. The man who is sentenced to death, the first in years. Everything Kacchan is telling you is brand new and must be false or misinterpreted. 

"He only said that because of an incident before we went to camp..." It wasn't just a boy he was worried about. One of the most humiliating moments of your life had to do with your teacher. 

 Whereas you liked Todoroki and had a feeling of attraction with a boy close to your age, Aizawa was different and that was brought up to Nezu. Being at the office with Eraser and Nezu was more humiliating than not being able to kiss your teacher. That was the time when the teacher and Nezu spoke with your friend and confronted him about your behavior. After that, Eraserhead made it known that he did not trust him. Not to his face, but with the principal. You sat at your desk, the only student in the room, when he asked if something was wrong. The rage you felt that day knew no bounds. 

“It’s not like anyone cared, Kacchan. Everyone hated that camp, especially me. No way were they thinking of me.” Why would they? There was nothing special about you. Back then, your world revolved around him. Nevertheless, it would’ve been nice to have someone else. “Besides, the only reason they saved me was because it was a kill-two-birds-with-one-stone thing.”

He runs his hand through this fluffy hair. “They wanted to save you. It wasn’t because of convenience, (Y/n). I wasn’t gonna leave you either.”

Your face is warm. “I don’t know how I didn’t piece it together, Katsuki. I know his voice and build. How could I not have figured out it was him?”

“You were in a stressful situation. Every time we turned around we were being attacked and the only time you came into contact was when he abducted you for the second time.”

“I was never abducted! I went willingly, Kastuki!” You jerk yourself away from his thick, warm hand. His eyes narrow. “You were a child both times. You were tricked, both times, (Y/n). We’ve talked about this.”

 You freeze. You hate this. And you hate him for not telling you that Waldo was Mr. Compress. 

Kacchan stares at you, knowing there is something on your mind. You gently tap his thigh. “He’s going to die, Katsuki. And I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Your person is about to die. After the war, you went home for just a second to see him, only to find a letter from him telling you he’s going to go away for a while and the house is yours in the meantime. He told you not to trash it or allow big parties since he’ll be back. On the paper written in calligraphy, he reinstated some rules that you still subconsciously live by. No internet or traceable phones, don’t visit your special places without him; keep to yourself, and never tell anyone about your wholesome, and loving connection. You’ve broken a few of these but have kept the majority. It wasn’t all completely strict. Some were kind of silly, like how to water his fern or wait to make a new dinner recipe so he wouldn’t miss it. 

 Even as an adult, you’ve held onto a lot of these. Waiting for him is a foolish notion that you abandoned after high school. After he left, you looked for him and then after a while, considered the possibility that he was dead. After all your time together, it was hard for you to think he’d just leave. 

 He’s dying. All this time, he was right there in front of you and you missed it. “What do I do, Kacchan?”

“Go to therapy. I’m serious.” He runs his hand through his hair again. He continues, “You wanna see him, don’t you?”

Your breath hitches. “Is that wrong of me?”

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 Katsuki promised to stay on the other side of the door. Walking into the room where you will be separated by glass is nerve-wracking. What will he say? Did he abandon you or didn’t plan to get caught? Did he miss you?

You sit down on the blue chair in front of the glass. There is no reason for a phone since you will be able to hear him perfectly without it. The door on the other side of the glass sides opens, making a whirring noise. You close your eyes and gulp. 

“Oh my, look how you’ve grown!” Your eyes fly open once you hear the familiar voice. It’s so weird, such a tug on your mind and emotions. He looks a little different. There are some wrinkles around his eyes but nothing prominent. His hair is the same as well as his physique. Nothing has outwardly changed except for his eyes. They look darker than what you remember. In your head, they’re warm; not this cold and dark shade. 

“(Y/n), dearie, look at you! You…you still…look the same. You’ve grown some, but you haven’t aged a day.”

Why is your stomach churning? 

“Mister,” You start to say. His eyes widened to be as round as saucers. “ Mister? You haven’t called me that since I first met you. Precious, it’s me. Uncle Wally.”

“I remember.” You remember everything. He was, is, so dear to you. Now, there is something wrong. Is it Katsuki? Did he get to you?

He sighs in relief. “I’m so, so happy, my love. I’d inject myself if I’d lost you. I could never live.”

“But you have.”

“No, I’ve been surviving, hoping for the day when I would see you again. Then again…” His eyes study your face. “Do I deserve to see you? Years have passed, and you are still divinity. You’re a woman now.”

“Does that disappoint you?” Your heart speeds up. Does he hate you now and is just being friendly? He’s a villain, lying is his nature, right? “No, not at all. I just wish I went on that journey with you.”

You scoff. “You did, remember? When I was in the woods? I started my period right then when you found me. When Mr. Compress found me.”

After the Summer camp, you went home and told him what happened. He was proud and pampered you. It was a drastic difference in behavior than it was when you bought your first cupped bra and makeup.

“That was only the beginning, darling. Seeing you grow, now that is so special. And they took it away from us. God, that has to be the worst thing. I’ve missed you so much, darling.”

Your lip wobbles and your eyes water. His face lights up a little. “There goes that pouty lip of yours!” 

You chuckle. “Stop that.”

After a moment, he tilts his head. “I wanted to experience all your firsts with you. Watching you become a young lady, then the lady you are now, was the dearest wish of mine. Then it came to just see you. To smell you,” He presses his hand against the glass. Your hand twitches to do the same. “They took you away from me. They’re animals, baby, animals! I know you wanted to go to that school, but please, my darling, don’t become like them!”

You shake your head. “I’m not like them. I mainly write. I’m a part-time hero.” 

“You still write? Do you still write in journals like you did before?”

“I, um, haven’t written in a journal, but I’ve published a few things.” It’s your bread and butter. You’re more of an emergency hero or requested. Writing is your release and passion. You just happen to make money off of it. Not a gross amount, but with the addition of being a hero, you live comfortably. 

“When’s the last you’ve written in them?”

“I don’t know, late teens? Late teens, maybe?” 

“I’d love to read them. You were always such a eloquent writer.” He read your journals all the time. He’d praise you for your writing and descriptions. Particularly when you wrote how you felt. But that would change if how you felt was towards another person.

You shrug. “I don’t know. Besides, you may not have time to read them all.”

He raises an eyebrow and taps the table. “There are that many, huh?” You nod. “Yeah, when you left me, I wrote a lot.”

It was supposed to sting him. He ignores it. “Your style was always so smooth and deep. Enticing like a noir enchantress with the grandiose of a classic,” He rests his head on his hand. “And written from a poetic lover,” he whispers. "Grandiose. What is it?” 

You frown and think. “Means splendid, or magnificent, would be your word to describe it.”

“Splendid and magnificent, just like you.”

You sigh. “Why do you describe my writing like that? From a poetic lover?”

“You have a way with words, my dear. From the very moment I met you. You've always been lovely.”

Your hands tremble. Something is wrong, you can feel it. Right on the tip of your tongue, you have the word for it. This feeling has been there under the many layers laid in your history. Years ago, you asked him a question and he gave you an answer that was, to you at the time, innocent. Now, you ask him again. “What am I to you?”

“You’ve never been a ‘what’.” 

“Then, who? I’m old enough for you to speak frankly.”

“You’ve grown so much that I can now. You’ll understand. My beloved,” he touches the glass again. “You’re the love of my life. Always have been. It started as fondness, then when you grew into a young lady, I knew. If I hadn’t been caught, if we had a few more years, nothing could have stopped us. The world always tears at the innocent.” 

“Times up!”

Atsuhiro Sako looks around. He opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t get the chance as he is dragged away. Shakily, you get up, waddling to the door. A guard sees your struggle and helps you. She doesn’t say a word. All she does is rub her hand along your arm calmly.

Right as the door slides open, you spot Kacchan sweating and furious. His nostrils are flared, eyes ablaze, and growling, demanding for him to see Atsuhiro Sako, for a very obvious reason. Immediately, he stops once he finds you. 

“I’m ready to go.” 

Kacchan holds you up, walks out of the prison, and puts you in the car. He drives you home and makes sure you’re in bed. “I’m staying the night.” He leaves your door cracked. You hear him plop on the couch.

All the little things Atsuhiro Sako had done with you add up now. He never touched you in a sexual way, but it got closer and closer, now you can think about it. His touch was normal, so the alarms weren’t sounding. 

Everything that happened in those-what, fifteen minutes?-rush through your mind. Nothing is the same now. Once again, he has left you in a whirlwind. This is so wrong. This pain in your heart as you finally accept the vile relationship between you, and how dirty you feel. Not just because of that, but because you are also flattered. You know for a fact, that small part of you is that child speaking. As an adult, you are now aware, and can say, that the word that had come to your mind when you talked to him was: disgust.

Your innocence was long gone. It had been stripped away little by little since you met him. Everything you’ve been through is now humiliating. You tried to kiss Todoroki and Eraserhead. You threw a fit about your doll and attacked Mina during a temper tantrum since she played a joke about a doll he gave you. All of the little things are adding up. The scars run so deep that you still abide by some of his rules. You don’t have a computer. You type on a typewriter. You haven’t seen the cherry blossoms without him and you haven’t done a lot of things people your age normally do because you’ll be doing it without him. 

Your hand flies to your chest in an attempt to stop the ache, while the other rushes to cover your mouth. Not able to handle it for another second, you run down the hall, whimpering as you go. Next to the couch, Kacchan stands. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong or tease you. He’s been waiting for you like he’s always done. 

You run into his arms, crying about how it isn’t fair. Bawling your eyes out from the embarrassment and memories. You mourn that child who never stood a chance. Atsuhiro Sako never sexually touched you. But he was waiting to. He thought about hurting you for years and tried to justify himself with the excuse of ‘I waited for you to grow’. Hoping that he’d be blameless because of it. 

To be molded into an infantilized doll due to your youthful beauty is enough to have your knees buckle. Tricked into a fantastical world he created with your adventures and constant bouncing at motels, hotels, and inns; his version of ‘school’ and the magic tricks he always did never ceased to amaze you. Although, you never did notice his quirk. Never. Maybe if you did, you’d know he was Mr. Compress and would have been driven to destroy him like Shigaraki’s touch. 

Kacchan, even Kirishima, hell, Aizawa, tried to tell you. And that little fact hurts. 

“I want to die!” You sob in Kacchan’s chest. Young (Y/n) is crying inside you as the love and care for him slowly fade away. You want to hate yourself and your ignorance, but you are blameless. Which is another thing that hurts to accept. 

Katsuki doesn’t say anything. He only holds you tightly, letting you soak his shirt with tears and snot.

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All around are beautiful flowers and trees. The branches stick up, and some curl down. It is a fantastic wonderland of cherry blossoms. The one important detail, other than their beauty, stands out. You see a small bud on the ground. Its petals are poking through even though it has fallen. Your fingers caress the silk. On your new phone, you Google what color cherry blossoms are. You smile at the results and secretly take the bud. You gently place the flower in your pocket. 

-

 The doors open once more. You enter the same room you had days prior. Tomorrow, he will be executed. 

“Beloved! A magical sight.” He sits down with an eager expression. He’s practically shaking with excitement. “A beauty, you are.”

“I just wanted to say something.”

“What is it?” 

You hold up the printed paper to the glass and bring up the bud that seems too pretty to be in front of him. “This is a cherry blossom, remember?”

He sighs dreamily and puts his head in his hand again. “Who would forget? That was a magical time.” His eyes narrow. “Where did you get it?”

“The place you think.”

“Without me?”

You nod. “What color do you think it is?”

“Red, darling. I told you that when we went. It was our place, dearie.” His voice deepens at the end. 

“Look at the paper,” He leans forward to the glass. “It says it’s pink. I got it from the internet and even asked people what color it was. It’s pink. You’re colorblind.”

 You stand up and leave the bud and paper in front of him. “That’s it.”

You turn to leave. He calls out to you. “Will you be there?”

“Yes.”

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You fiddle with your new cell phone while you wait for Kacchan. The door of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant opens up with a bell. You hear his heavy footsteps before you see his imposing figure. He sits down in front of you with his usual frown softening. “You okay?”

You genuinely smile. “Yeah,” you clap your hands. “I ordered for you.”

“What?” he frowns again.

“I ordered their spicy challenge and in case you are a big baby, I got you mapo tofu.” You snort as you see the beginning of his demon face form. “You think I can’t handle it?!”

You put your hands up. “I’m just taking precautions.” He crosses his arms. “You watch. I can handle it, punk.”

The second the waiter came out with gloves on their hands and a mask, you knew it was Kacchan’s dish. They set it on his side of the table as well as the mild mapo tofu. The waiter turns to you. “I’ll be back with yours.”

Once they leave, you see Kacchan dig in, with no sign of him feeling the heat. Not a flush or a gasp, trembling, anything. How hot is it? You can smell it from across the table. This is bull. 

 You get yours and start to eat as well. Kacchan looks at you intently. “He’s going in a few minutes.”

“I know. I visited him yesterday.” Kacchan’s noodles drop from his chopsticks. They land on the peppered chicken next to it. “Why?”

“I wanted to tell him that he’s colorblind.” Kacchan scoffs. “Colorblind?”

“Mhm. He always told me that cherry blossoms were red. Made me seem that I was the one at fault. Finally, I went there and saw them again. I Googled it and asked around and I was right: they’re pink.”

He hasn’t taken another bite. “I told you that already. Why go to that thing?” 

You take a bite of your food, savoring the flavor. “I wanted to show him that I talked to others without his permission, and I did that at ‘our’ spot. Like I tainted it.” 

Kacchan chuckles and chews on his food. You add, “I also told him that I’d see his execution.”

 He nearly breaks his chopsticks. “What? Why?! It’s bad enough you visited him at all after everything he’s done to you.”

 “I’m not going. I know he’ll look for me and freak out when he doesn’t see me. He’ll panic that the one person he wanted isn’t there. And it'd be the last time I saw him; I told him that he was wrong. It’s not much, but it is something I did.”

 “So, this is a celebration? I’ll drink to that.”

“No. This is an average day. He doesn’t matter anymore. I'll remember this as an average day, and when he died, I was enjoying myself without thinking about him.”

He softly smiles. “You got it.”

You cross your arms as the owner takes a picture of Katsuki, who finished the challenge with no problem. He dramatically sighs. “And one of the sore loser.”

“Bastard…” The owner snaps a couple of shots of you frowning and Katsuki Bakugou smiling, which is a rarity. And not a single thought about what the meaning of the clock striking three meant.

-

 You were right. Atsuhiro Sako, AKA Mr. Compress, panicked when the clock struck 2:59 PM since you were nowhere in sight. Your name was a whimper, prayer, and a memory. You were freed at 3:00 PM. 

[whencyclopedia]

The Sixteenth-Century Massacre of the Waldensians of Mérindol

As the Reformation developed in France in the first half of the 16th century, there were several episodes of severe repression which preceded the Wars of Religion (1562-1598). These were times of great hardship and oppression against those who embraced Protestant teachings. One notable chapter of persecution took place in the Luberon region of France against the Waldensians (Vaudois), the spiritual descendants of Pierre Waldo, which led to the Mérindol massacre in 1545.

Early Persecution

Early in the 12th century, Pierre Waldo (l. 1140–1218) took a vow of poverty, confirmed by Pope Alexander III (served 1159–1181), and became the leader of a sect known as the Waldensians. Waldo was among the forerunners of the Reformation who sought to purify and reform the Catholic Church from within through a return to apostolic teaching. Initially, he did not seek separation from the Catholic Church or the establishment of a new sect. In time, partly due to their emphasis on preaching the gospel in the local language, Waldo and his followers were banned from preaching by Pope Lucius III (served 1181–1185). Waldo was excommunicated at the Council of Verona in 1184, and Waldensian teaching was condemned at the Fourth Lateran Council in 1215.

Exiled from their city of Lyon, the Waldensians spread to the valleys of Dauphiné and the Alps of Piedmont, to Languedoc, and to Spain. The Inquisition failed to stamp them out and many of the exiles settled in the Luberon region in southern France. The Waldensians sought to live in peace in the sheltered valleys of the Luberon where they drained the swamps and cultivated lands belonging to Italian lords. It is said that people inhabiting the plains feared the Waldensians who had a reputation as sorcerers. At that time, they had spiritual leaders called uncles (barbes) in their language who had authority over the people. The barbes were considered wise and venerable, and mysterious powers were attributed to them. Their brothers in Dauphiné had previously suffered persecution and many had fled to Luberon for safety.

The archbishop of Aix feared that this concentration of heretics might embrace the Reformation. Around 1530, the inquisitor Jean de Roma was sent to investigate the Waldensians where he committed atrocities and enriched himself at their expense. As a result of this initial violence, two Waldensians, Maurel and Masson, crossed the frontiers to Alsace and Switzerland to confer with Reformed leaders in Geneva. They were persuaded of the need to reform their beliefs, to definitively break with superstitious practices, and were sent back with letters for their brothers in Mérindol. Only Maurel arrived home safely; Masson was arrested and burned alive at Dijon. A decisive meeting took place in Piedmont in 1532 with Waldensian leadership from different regions. William Farel (l. 1489–1565), over six days, convinced them to preserve only two sacraments, baptism and the Eucharist, without the mystical sense given by the Catholic Church. Farel welcomed them to the Reformed faith with enthusiasm and called them “the elder sons of the Reformation.”

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[nami-ramen]

I have thoughts abt small, a lil dumb , au(?) where at one point after wenda’s death Waldo offered a deal : he would stop w/ his murders but he’ll be living w/ detective. And

And detective agrees sacrificing his own sanity to save lives of possible future victims(he concerned abt junior but he knows that Waldo doesn’t touch ppl who can’t fight back,like kids for example)

and it’s all turning into weird household where detective slowly losing his marbles w/ Waldo’s presence while junior just happy that he sees his uncle more often

[camilo-makesyousmile]

Fights broke out more often than one might think in Hatter's. Low caffeine could do that to generally civilized folks. There was nothing like getting a bunch of caffeine-addicted people who hadn't had their coffee yet all in one place.

Someone was bound to get their panties in a twist.

Today, it was a sparkling blonde who dripped privilege.

And poor Uncle Waldo.

"I'm sorry, missy!" The drunk said, stumbling to the side, probably hungover or drunk--or hungover on his way to drunk, or drunk on the way to hungover. Uncle Waldo was always one of those options.

Camilo made meaningful eye contact with another of the baristas before sliding out behind the counter.

"It's alright, Uncle Waldo," Camilo said. "No harm done. Let's just get a mop and caution sign out here. And a water for you. And--" he turned to the blonde, eying her up and down. "A new...Iced Caramel Macchiato for the beautiful lady? On the house."

They winked at her.

[outfit, and a hatter's branded hat in purple/blue]

@perfectisgeorgette

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[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 7: New Perspective

“Are you bloody mad?” Arthur barks at Thomas from the table. “You’re mad, Tommy! Since when do you get to decide if we let an American broad into our business?”

They must have just found out about my “promotion.” I’ve just walked out of my room and there’s already shouting. Come to think of it, the Peaky Blinders aren’t just Thomas. It makes sense that there’d be an argument over my sudden arrival.

“I agree,” John speaks up. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her as a tutor. Finn does too. I’ve never seen him so happy to learn. But we don’t know squat about where she’s from or who her family is. She could be the daughter of a bloody mayor and then the Americans will be out to get us too!”

I’m still hiding behind the corner so they haven’t seen me yet. Thomas is awfully calm to their anger and takes a puff from his cigarette.

“She’s odd, I’ll give her that. Do you know what she told me? Said Campbell interrogated her about us. Asked if she knew anything.”

Arthur groans. “That does it. We’re done for because of some soft-mouth American bitch!”

“That’s what I thought,” Thomas replies. “But then she surprised me. I was this close to choking the life right out of her and asked what she said to him. She said she never told him anything. Said it would be disloyal and betraying her employers.” I hear him chuckle. “Verena says she still owes a debt to us and won’t budge until she’s paid it off and earned enough to go back to America. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

“Not a clue,” I hear John say.

“Let’s just say that I think there’s more to her than being a simple American from New York. She’s smart.”

“And that’s abnormal?”

“You don’t understand. She knows things. Deep history, philosophy, macroeconomics. Things that most women I know aren’t fond of. She never mentioned anything about attending university. Now I say she either has peculiar interests or she’s been taught in them by her family.”

A part of me wants to come clean and tell them about my uncle but I keep my mouth shut. It would only complicate things more. If Thomas trusts me enough to allow me to be an official Shelby employee then I know I’ve earned it out of being myself. Not from mob rule.

I hear the Shelby brothers break off the conversation and head in separate directions, causing me to scramble back to my room to keep from looking suspicious. Now I pretend to peek my head out just as Arthur stomps towards the back door. When he sees me he gives me a loathing scowl.

“You may have twisted Tommy to like you.” He points to himself. “But not me. You just watch yourself, Steenstra.”

I will say I think I’ve started to grow a tolerance over the Shelby temper. Instead of shrinking away I stand steady and don’t let my eyes weaken. “I mean no harm to your family, Mr. Shelby. You forget I’m only here until I can afford to go home. Then I’m out of your hair.”

His face doesn’t change as he huffs and walks out the door. I may have won this small battle of wits but I have yet to win the war of trust. My only comfort is that he isn’t still yelling at me.

“Verena, can we do another lesson?” Finn asks as he approaches. “Maybe something with philosophy?”

I raise a brow. “I thought you didn’t like that subject, hm?”

The youngest Shelby gets a sheepish look. “Um, sort of. But when you had me read The Jungle I started thinking that maybe there’s more to it than just wishy-washy nonsense.”

“Ah, very insightful, Finn. You’re learning that there’s a deeper meaning behind the simplest things in life.” Something his brothers won’t understand. “Maybe not spiritually or religiously like your aunt and myself, but possibly through enlightenment.” I pull out a scrap piece of paper and begin making a list. “John Locke, Mary Wollstonecraft, Montesquieu… Or possibly the Age of Transcendentalism. Ralph Waldo Emerson, perhaps…”

Finn watches me curiously as I scribble down more books. “Are they all American?”

Thomas’ dislike for Common Sense (figuratively and literally) must have rubbed off on his brother. 

“Not all Americans are scatter-brained lunatics, nor are Europeans the only philosophers.” I point a slightly warning finger at him. “Your brothers don’t know everything, Finn. Sometimes we can’t rely on family to tell us everything. We must go out into the world and experience things for ourselves.” 

Once I’ve finished the list and decided on today’s topic we see John appear. He seems to have a softer dislike for me. Not as stern as Arthur but not as laid-back as Thomas.

“You might be Finn’s tutor but you’re still a stranger,” he mutters as he examines the cupboard. 

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Shelby. What are you searching for?”

John hums and keeps looking. “Those biscuits Ada made the other day…”

Finn and I share knowing smiles. “Actually sir, I made them.”

He glances at me with a new look of surprise. “Really? How on Earth did you bake them so- so…?”

“It’s a family recipe, sir,” I smile proudly. “It was my grandmother’s. Now if you’re done belittling my credit there’s plenty more cookies in the refrigerator.”

John’s eyes soften even as his face keeps its cold demeanor as he pulls out the cookies. “Why would you store them here?”

“They stay fresh that way. Besides, I think they taste better when cooled.” 

It’s charming to see one of the notorious Peaky Blinders soften up over cookies. Even Finn is trying to contain a laugh. John sees his brother snickering and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, well… You’re still a stranger no matter how delicious your biscuits are. Finn, are you doing your studies?”

Finn nods eagerly. “We were just getting started on philosophy.”

“Philosophy?” Another voice says.

We all turn around to see Thomas leaning against the wall, no doubt sulking there listening to everything.

“So that’s your secret, is it, love? You bribe my brothers with baked goods?” 

I can’t tell if he’s concerned or impressed. Thankfully Finn comes to my rescue and hands Thomas his own cookie. Once Thomas takes a bite it’s no question that he shares the same delight. Grandma always said you can’t buy happiness but you can bake it. Sadly the moment is short-lived when Thomas comes to his senses.

“Right, anyways… John, have you heard about Danny?”

As usual I tone out and head to the living room to give them privacy. Just because I’m an employee doesn’t mean I’m allowed to hear everything-

“...stabbed him.”

The faint conversation jerks me from my embroidery. “Someone’s dead?”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “I said: Danny stabbed an Italian. Now we've gotta deal with them too!”

“A friend of yours?”

He nods. “Yeah, from back during the war. He ain’t been right in the head ever since.”

“What’s the plan?” I ask cautiously.

Thomas calmly takes out his pistol and checks to see if it’s loaded. “Dispatch of him myself before they can torture his poor mind even more.”

Oh my God. He’s going to kill him. It makes my heart ache and I have to remember who I work for. Obviously Thomas is saddened to do it but I still have a nagging concern about him playing God’s executioner. 

“Does he have family?” I ask softly once I’ve gathered my thoughts.

John sighs. “A wife and two sons.”

I shake my head in sadness. “Dear Lord…”

Thomas doesn’t seem to share my tender feeling because he brushes this off as if it were throwing out the trash.

“Danny’s always been a bit dazed. At least now he can die with dignity instead of another bonkers episode.”

John doesn’t dare to say anything and Finn knows too little to understand. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet.

“‘Die with dignity?’ I’m not sure having his brains blown out will be a memorable death, Thomas. Does he really have to die?”

The gangster looks up and for a split second I see something in his eyes change. “This is how it is, love. You just need to trust me.”

By now Finn’s getting bored and stands next to me awaiting our lesson. Maybe that will help me forget this melancholy feeling.

“Later I shall need an escort to take me to the library, if it’s not too much to ask.”

John looks over at Thomas, who just shrugs. “Why the library?”

“I have a list of books I’d like to borrow for Finn’s lessons. It shouldn’t take too long-”

“You won’t have to,” Thomas interrupts in a lazy tone.

I frown in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You won’t have to, because I can have them ordered for you,” Thomas says simply. “We’re the Shelbys, love. We don’t go borrowing things when we can buy them. Borrowing always means you’re indebted to someone, which is something we steer clear of. So what books will you need?”

He- He’s serious? My, Polly must have given Thomas a good talking to for him to have gotten so cooperative. 

“I- I have a list-”

“Give it here.” Thomas holds out a hand and swipes the paper I hold out, giving it a quick read. “I recognize some of these people. What makes you think Finn needs to learn about them?”

His question sounds less harsh and more out of curiosity. Though I now understand why Thomas is apprehensive about these things. His family has seen many grim trials, so he relies on his own wits instead of those that might betray him. It’s all about seeing things through a new perspective.

“Well, John Locke is known by many as one of the most influential of Enlightenment thinkers and titled the ‘father of liberalism.’ Mary Wollstonecraft was a very influential advocate for women’s rights. Montesquieu’s The Spirit of Laws was a major contribution to political theory, and Ralph Waldo Emerson helped push the idea of transcendentalism.” I hold up a finger to stop Thomas before he interrupts. “I’m not saying that all their beliefs and teachings are perfect. I’m not saying that I agree with them or expect you to. I do think it’s healthy for Finn to be exposed to multiple viewpoints to allow him to decide his own beliefs.”

John and Thomas exchange a look that I hope means they think I’m right. John holds up both hands as if to excuse himself from the conversation and walks off to where Arthur just left. Thomas still has a flabbergasted expression as he stands up to head towards the side door, shaking his head and looking between Finn and me.

“Finn, you- You enjoy this? I thought you’d be bored to madness by now.”

The young man nods. “It’s not boring, Tommy. It’s actually fascinating. Verena’s a good teacher.”

The mention of my name drives Thomas to look me in the eye before he leaves. The icy blue eyes that once seemed to tear my confidence apart are now filled with a shadow of respect.

“That she is, Finn.” He pauses. “You’ll have your books by the end of the week.”

With that he shuts the door, leaving me proud to have risen up to become this esteemed. My quiet life at home will never compare to this. I’ll have to thank Uncle Colon for the personal lessons. How did being stranded in Birmingham get to be the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me?

“While we’re waiting for the books, can we do a history study?” Finn asks, knocking out my thoughts.

“Yes, Finn. What era would you like to research?”

He thinks for a minute. “The American Revolution.”

A smirk slowly grows on my face. “It would be my honor, Mr. Shelby.”

[gemsofgreece]

10 best animated movies to watch in Greek

One of the best ways to practice a language is by watching a movie. Even more so, watching an animated movie dubbed in your target language can be really fun and useful, as these movies tend to include jokes (even inside jokes specific to the language) and songs. So, without further ado, here is my personal list of 10 best animated movies to watch in Greek.

10. Shrek 2

The reason I am recommending Shrek 2 instead of Shrek is just because I have the - maybe not standard, but certainly not unpopular - opinion that Sherk 2 is overall a funnier movie than Shrek. The Greek dub maintains successfully all the witty and somewhat adult-oriented humour. The voice casting done for characters like Donkey, Puss in Boots and Gingy is memorable and accurate.

9. Lion King

The voice casting is really good. Adult Simba has a sympathetic voice, Mufasa has a superb kingly radio voice, the hyenas are hysterical, Zazu is funny too, Nala's voice is warm and womanly. I also love Scar's voice. Scar has a sinister voice but it's a weaker, not as “thick” a voice as Mufasa’s, just like Scar relied on the evilness of his mind and not his muscles. Timon and Pumba's dub is iconic. Greek Can you feel the love and Be Prepared are fantastic versions of the songs. And Greek Mufasa just steals every scene vocally, especially those when he appears in Simba's memory.

8. Monsters INC

Another amazing voice casting for all characters but we all (Greeks) know that this is one man's show. Christos Hatzipanayotis just KILLS it as Mike Wazowski. I believe Greek Wazowski is much funnier than the original. Also let's remember "Fovízume yatí sas frondízume" lol the Greek "We scare because we care (for you)"

7. Finding Nemo

This dub did something special with the casting. It casted as Marlin and Dory two actors that had already worked together in a super famous comedy series as a couple. As a result, their chemistry is off the roof and Dimitra Papadopoulou's voice is incredibly accurate for Dory's character. Dory's whale language is hysterical and I also love the incredibly relaxed voice actor they found for that turtle reincarnation of Bob Marley. All other casting is good too, except I want to slap the extremely nasal Nemo.

6. Sleeping Beauty

Although I love this movie dearly and I really like its Greek version, I actually place it that high because I have found it to be really popular with foreign people. Some say they like Aurora's song better in Greek, which I find interesting as I really love the original. It is surely a masterful work though. It is an old movie and the Greek actors speak more elegantly, more sophisticatedly like people tended to, back then. The voices suit properly an aethereal princess and her dreamy prince, the fairies have these warm, elderly, ladylike voices and Maleficent also is imposing and very cold.

5. Aristocats

This is a perfect example where it is clear that both the voice casting directors and the actors worked their asses off. Every actor chosen is simply ideal for their character, including the kittens, Edgar the evil servant, the diva, the super SUPER old lawyer, the tomcats, Lady is so prim and proper, Uncle Waldo and the goose nieces with their Britsh accent Greek lol BUT. I have no idea how it dawned on them to make the dog couple have a comedic Heptanesian island accent but whoever that was, they were a bloody genius. Not only it's impeccably performed, it's twice as hilarious when you see them in an old Parisian environment speaking some really strong Heptanesian out of nowhere. The dogs in the original do not have any particularly heavy accent to my understanding, so if you watch the original after you have watched the Greek, you won't even understand they are supposed to be funny. I love that the Greek directors took the uneventful speech of the dogs and were like "Clearly, we 're gonna make them speak extreme Heptanesian" XD

4. Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron

Spirit has mostly narration and songs, it has very few dialogues. Its songs are amazing though and they really make a difference in the movie. In the Greek dub, both the narrating and singing role was given to singer - actor Yannis Savvidakis who is very talented. Not only he performed those songs wonderfully but I liked how well it maintained the feel of rock ballads coming from America, despite being sung in a language from a place that has nothing to do with any of this.

3. The Emperor's New Groove

Okay, we reached the Golden Triad. The Emperor's New Groove is, simply put, the best Disney comedy to date. If we consider that the Greek version is funnier than the original, as I strongly believe, you get a comedy for the ages. The voice casting is PERFECT. Every voice chosen is like it was created for the character, the characters get life and personality through the vocal performances. Kuzco sounds blasé, egocentric, sarcastic and you want to slap him silly, Kronk sounds like a soft dumbass himbo which is what he is, Pacha is your everyday good-hearted peasant, Yzma is killing it as the old ambitious narcissist. The humour is awesome and tranferred ideally into Greek comedy. It just works on every level. I can't explain it more, it's just perfect. While this movie is unfairly obscure and underrated on a global level, in Greece it was a hit and people still remember quotes by heart, exactly beause the dub was so god-tier level.

2. The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Okay. The dub of dubs. The Dub of Notre Dame. Seriously, this is a masterpiece on every aspect. Again, this is better than the original. Esmeralda has a sensual, really beautiful speaking voice and an outstanding singing one (Alcestis Protopsalti y'all), Frollo has an ideal casting in that he sounds like a bad person but in a totally realistic way (as he is also a very realistic villain) and he sounds so very sophisticated, very elegant. Sinister and elegant, which makes total sense as in the Disney version he is the supreme justice minister of Paris. Quasimodo is voiced by Sakis Rouvas (a sexy singer with a soft voice), who a few found like a somewhat odd pairing but it works perfectly since Disney's Quasimodo is soft, sensitive and considerably sophisticated as well. Clopin's singing is done by tenor Konstantinos Paliatsaras. The songs in the Greek version are in my opinion better performed than in English. Hellfire is quite possibly the most loved villain song in Greece. A small example to understand the level of perfection; the intro song "Bells of Notre Dame" has an extremely difficult ending note that only a few versions globally managed to hit. Even the original singer struggles with the note, he hits it but a little weakly, he is very supported and almost covered by backing vocals. In other versions, even this is not possible at all and singers just skip the note. The Greek version by Paliatsaras is one of the very few where the note is hit correctly, he essentially rips it apart, but I think it is also the only version (unless something escapes me) where the lyrics were different in a way that it made a difference to the singing. All versions I have heard are a variation of the original "bells, bells, bells, bells" which prepares the crescendo / raise of the pitch and then, "of notre DAAAAAME". Greek is the only version I have listened to where a full sentence is delivered effortlessly, without a repetition of "bells". "Ke ihún pandú kambánes stin karthyá tis panaYAAAAAS". It's a full sentence instead of a convenient one-syllable word over and over. Of course, it had to be done because the word for bells in Greek (kambánes) wouldn't work but it still was a harder thing to deliver than the repetition and it was accomplished even better. Okay, in short, Oscar worthy dub. Perfect in every way. I am in love with it, you can tell. The only reason it is not first is because the first spot had to be saved for the obvious one.

1. Hercules

The obvious first spot. Of course, it doesn't take it without deserving it. Greeks really made sure to give this one even more attention to detail. So, it doesn't only feel like it's natural, it also IS the most natural one, as contemporary languages go. All voice casting is once more ideal. Hercules, or Heracles as he is of course in Greek, has a sensitive, warm, sympathetic voice. They did a great thing with Megara when they gave the role to Evridiki who has a more mature, seasoned voice which fits Megara's character and not like a girly, princessy, out-of-place voice. Famous comedian Lakis Lazopoulos steals the show in all his scenes and they are MANY, since he plays Philoktetes and Pain AND Panic, all three of them! But he can't steal the scenes where Hades is in, as Konstantinos Tzoumas is in reality the big star of the movie. First and foremost, you watch this movie for Hades. One more fantastic detail in my opinion is what they did with the Muses. So you know, the original movie Muses are singing a liberal style of American gospel. Instead of ditching it as unfitting and entirely inaccurate, the Greek directors played along with it. Most notably, one of the Muses is voiced by Julie Massino, a vocal coach and singer born and raised in the US (I don't know if she has Greek descent) who lives and works in Greece, so she has a natural and strong American accent in her Greek! I just found this so cool. It is a really cool dub. They knew the stakes were very high and they delivered down to the very last detail.

*We really had to title this: Heracles - Beyond the Myth...!

[artmolonara]

Working on my next Waldo and Junior fic, going to be a bit, just wanted to share I’m definitely incorporating a Peek-A-Boo segment in there somewhere. Waldo is going to be best uncle/guardian.

[eminsunnytoons123]

The muppets Show: Life in the boarding home

More redesigns

Ever since I have created the complete muppets redesigns And TMS:LITBH on january this year, And since all of my besties/Sisters, Brothers And pen pals love my Work like True friends like @splashy900 and @muppet-fan-real And @ducktoonz903707 And @iggyguyy And all my other besties, sisters And Brothers And pen pals, heres more redesigns =^_^=

I have now redesigned Johnny fiama, Sal minella And uncle deadly =^_^= Johnny And Sal look like literally the same except I gave them some details And I gave uncle deadly LOTS of details =^///^=

Okay, so, I have redesigned:

Kermit, fozzie, miss piggy, gonzo, rowlf, Pepe, Rizzo, yolanda, beaker, dr bunsen, bean, Vicki, Clifford, Leon, lindbergh, digit, Waldo, Flash, beard, solid foam drummer (Kimberly), zondra, Ubu, chip, Constantine, dr teeth, Janice, Floyd, Lips, animal, Zoot, Mildred huxetetter, Wayne And Wanda, miss mousey, Lew Zealand, Crazy Harry, summer Penguin, mr poodlepants, scooter, Skeeter, sam eagle, Walter, Camilla chicken, afghan hound, baskerville, Johnny fiama, Sal minella And uncle deadly.

I have more to go =^///^=

Note 1: I actually maybe wont release the second pilot of TMS:LITBH ^///^;

Note 2: i'll release the actual first episode of TMS: LITBH when I finish redesigning all the characters from the Main cast list =^_^=

I hope y'all will like this =^///^= 💖💖💖💗💗💗💕💕💕

[harlstiel]

***There will be spoilers for the Teen Wolf Movie below. Because I, like an idiot, actually watched the damn thing.***

Everything wrong with Teen Wolf: The Movie

• Eli's Mother plothole. Who is she? Idfk. Personally, I want it to be Braeden. He was born somewhere around the s3b/s4 mark as the movie is 13 years after s6.

• I'm not a Sterek person. I was actually extremely (still kinda am) against Sterek for a very long time. But this movie? I'm questioning a lot of things. What are the complicated feelings, Derek? Hmm? Oh wait, that's right. He can't answer me because he's fucking dead.

• While we're on the topic. Why, Jeff? Why. Not only did he die of fire (like the rest of his fucking family), but he died in front of his son. Derek Hale allowed his son to watch him die. I'm not saying Derek wouldn't die for Eli (because he absolutely would), but to traumatize him like that? No. The man who was kidnapped, tortured, groomed, sexually assaulted at 15, forced to kill the girl he loved, whose family was burned inside their own home by the woman who molested him... was killed off by burning him with hellfire.

• NOBODY making a move to stop Derek from sacrificing himself in the first place? Scott just stared. Stood there. Did nothing. Wtf? Even though Jordan could've just held Void himself, like, dude. You're a Hellhound. He's a werewolf/demon thing. You were destined to kill bigger.

• Derek allowed Scott to take in Eli? Excuse? The man who hates being a werewolf and his 17(?) year old 10th grade girlfriend who died before Eli was born, and who just so happens to be related to the woman who molested him and murdered his family? Yeah, no. Why not his perfectly capable(sorta) and healthy(physically, not mentally) uncle, cousin and sister. Or at least his Grandpa Noah, Grandma Melissa or Uncle Chris. (I'm a Peter/Chris person. Sue me.). These people have been in Beacon Hills and has known him his entire life. Scott met him once when he was three.

• What happened to Stydia? Like, you can't tell me Stiles just allowed her to walk out that door without talking in some way? He loved her for fucks sake.

• Jordan and Malia? I'm not saying it's bad. It's not, I actually kinda like it. But where did it come from? No buildup whatsoever. Just BOOM sex scene.

• Liam gets like, 5 mins screen time. Despite preparing to take on the role of Alpha in s6, he's like a side character put there just to be there. He slayed those 5 minutes tho holy shit.

• Liam doesn't say a single word to Mason. Mason doesn't say a single word to Liam. Why? They were best friends and had this seemingly unbreakable bond in the show but now it's like mom and dad are fighting and don't acknowledge each others existence.

• Speaking of Mason, why is he (a gay black man) a cop? This could've been interpreted as either good or bad depending on how you personally want to take it, but during the time this movie was in production, the BLM movement was still pretty big.

• It's an entire game of 'Where's Waldo' but instead of Waldo actually being there, Waldo is both a giant motherfucking plothole and multiple people. Where is Corey? Where is Theo? Where is Cora? Where is Braeden? Where is Kira? Where is Isaac? WHERE. IS. STILES?

• On the Isaac and Stiles Topic, they're the two that should've been there. Isaac had the Nogitsune at the end of season 3, and took it with him to France. Why do Hikari and Liam have it in FUCKING JAPAN? How'd it get there? Why do they have it? What happened to Isaac?

• Stiles. Where is he. You're telling me that the one person who probably knew the Nogitsune more than it knew itself, wasn't at the battle. You're telling me that Stiles, the one person able to out-fox a fucking fox on multiple occasions when he was FUCKING 17 wasn't there? In all his F.B.I. glory? Because ehe could've had Cora, Braeden, Isaac and Kira in tow, and showed up in the final battle guns blazing, killing the Nogitsune, and saving his pack in his tactical F.B.I vest fresh off a secret important case like sorry I'm late, had shit to do? Then Eli could've met his father's beta, his (possible, cause I love Derek and Braeden) mother, AND the badass F.B.I. guy whose jeep he steals 24/7 and had saved his father on multiple occasions? (Bcus it's confirmed Derek talks about Stiles to Eli) And a cutesy pack scene to finish it off? (With maybe some Stira, Stisaac and/or Stora cause he showed up with them and could be dating one (or all) of them)

• Each antagonist of the movie has (or at least a reason to have) a vendetta against Stiles. We know all about the Nogitsune. Harris hated Stiles' guts, albeit for no particular reason. Even Allison could've blamed Stiles for her death in some way (not that she would, of course.) It reads as though it was written for DOB but when he didn't want to do it, they decided not to rewrite it as such.

• Why Mr. Harris in the first place-? Like, he was one of the sacrifices in S3A, so surely the NEMETON would've known he didn't actually die. And the fact that he still has beef with them just blows my mind :/

《I'll add more as I think of them》

[houseofmouselove100]

Donald is sad after watching the magic carpet flying show so he receives other flying lessons from scurtle and Timothy with dumbo

But they didn't work and dumbo's crows seem to have criticized donald

I would have received other lessons from other Disney characters who fly like

Genie aladdin

Zazu from lion king

Wilbur from the rescuers

Abigail and amelia and uncle waldo

Flit from pocahontas

Big mamá from fox and the hound

Owl from winnie pooh

And other Disney birds and another flying character

[thatrandomartistjavi]

Actors that were in Alice in Wonderland media and where you might know them better from. Part 1: 1930s-1960s

This has been something that I've been wanting to do for a bit. Specifically in video mode but I also wanted to put it in text form for people who don't have Tiktok(because YouTube will not let me post a video with the amount of clips from different movies). While I did try to put everyone here, I probably won't identify every actor from all medias or even know their roles. I also excluded actors where I legitimetly didn't know who the characters were in movie and also one time appearances in outside shows. So please refrain from being annoying in these posts.

Part 1(you're here!!)| Part 2 | Part 3

1933-

Roscoe Ates as the Fish Footman: Roscoe from Freaks William Austin as the Gryphon: Alfred from Batman(1943) Raymond Hatton as the Mouse: Gringoire from Hunchback of Notre Dame(1923) Sterling Holloway as the Frog Footman: Winnie the Pooh from The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Kaa from The Jungle Book Adult Flower from Bambi Roquefort from The Aristocats Ethel Griffies as Ms. Simpson(Alice's governess): Mrs. Bundy from The Birds Billy Barty as the Pig Baby: Bait Mouse from The Rescuers Down Under

1949-

Felix Aylmer as Dr. Liddell/Cheshire Cat: The Narrator from The Thief and the Cobbler

1951-

Kathryn Beaumont as Alice: Wendy Darling from Peter Pan Ed Wynn as the Mad Hatter: Uncle Albert from Mary Poppins Richard Hadyn as the Caterpillar: Max Detweiler from The Sound of Music Herr Falkstein from Young Frankenstein Verna Felton as the Queen of Hearts: Mrs. Jumbo from Dumbo The Fairy Godmother from Cinderella Flora from Sleeping Beauty Aunt Sara from Lady and the Tramp Winnifred from The Jungle Book Pearl Slaghoople from The Flintstones J. Pat O'Malley as the Tweedles: Cyril Proudbottom from The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad Jasper Baddun from 101 Dalmatians Colonel Hathi from The Jungle Book Bill Thompson as the White Rabbit/Dodo: Mr. Smee from Peter Pan Jock from Lady and the Tramp King Hubert from Sleeping Beauty Professor Owl from The Magical World of Disney(Tho most people know this character better as the guy who starts those sing along tapes/dvds) Scrooge McDuck from Scrooge McDuck and Money Uncle Waldo from The Aristocats Heather Angel as Alice's Sister: Mrs. Darling from Peter Pan Sterling Holloway as the Cheshire Cat: Winnie the Pooh from The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Kaa from The Jungle Book Adult Flower from Bambi Roquefort from The Aristocats Queenie Leornard as Bird in tree/Iris: Princess from 101 Dalmatians Doris Lloyd as The Red Rose: Baroness Eberfield from The Sound of Music Jimmy MacDonald as Dormouse: Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Bongo/Lumpjaw from Fun and Fancy Free The first voice for Chip the chipmunk The voice for Mickey Mouse after Walt Disney Jaq/Gus/Bruno from Cinderella Thurl Ravenscroft as one of the card gardeners: (Note: All of The Mellomen played these gardeners and they have been in other Disney movies as background singers like the pirates in Peter Pan or the dogs in Lady and the Tramp, Thurl did the most when it comes to significant roles so I'm only gonna count him on this list) Captain the Horse from 101 Dalmatians Singer in You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch Thing 1 from The Cat in the Hat Kirby from The Brave Little Toaster Fritz from The Enchanted Tiki Room Uncle Theodore from Haunted Mansion Tony the Tiger Geoffrey the Giraffe

1955-

Elsa Lanchester as the Red Queen: The Bride from The Bride of Frankenstein Katie Nanna from Mary Poppins J. Pat O'Malley as the Tweedles: Cyril Proudbottom from The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad Jasper Baddun from 101 Dalmatians Colonel Hathi from The Jungle Book Alice Pearce as the Dormouse: Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched Tom Bosley as the Knave of Hearts: Maurice from The Beauty and the Beast(1994 musical) Karl Swenson as Humpty Dumpty: Merlin from The Sword in the Stone

BBC(1966)-

Peter Cook as the Hatter: The Impressive Clergyman from The Princess Bride Peter Sellers as the King of Hearts: Inspector Jacques Clouseau from The Pink Panther(1963) Michael Gough as the March Hare: Alfred Pennyworth from Burton Batman and its sequels Elder Gutknecht from Corpse Bride David Battley as the Executioner: Mr. Turkentine from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

Through the Looking Glass(1966)-

Jimmy Durante as Humpty Dumpty: Narrator from Frosty the Snowman Agnes Moorehead as the Red Queen: Endora from Bewitched Jack Palance as the Jabberwock: Carl Grissom from The Batman(1989) Sir Rothbart from The Swan Princess(1994) Ricardo Montalbán as the White King: Grandpa Valentin Avellan from Spy Kids Khan Noonien Singh from Star Trek II- Wrath of Khan

What's a Nice Kid Like You Doing in a Place Like This(The New Alice in Wonderland)(1966)-

Daws Butler as King of Hearts/March Hare: Yogi Bear from The Yogi Bear Show Elroy Jetson from The Jetsons Chilly Willy from The Woody Woodpecker Show(1964) The Fish(Karlos K. Krinklebein) from The Cat in the Hat Sammy Davis Jr. as the Cheshire Cat(movie): Josh Howard from Ocean's 11 Scatman Crothers as the Cheshire Cat(record): Scat Cat from The Aristocats Dick Hallorann from The Shinning Jazz from The Transformers(1984) Allan Melvin as Alice's Father/Humphrey Dumpty: Electro from Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends Don Messick as Dormouse/Fluff: Bamm-Bamm Rubble from The Flintstones Boo-Boo Bear from The Yogi Bear Show Astro from The Jetsons Snip from Rankin Bass' Jack Frost Ratchet from The Transformers(1984) Scooby-Doo from Scooby-Doo(until his retirement in 1996) Howard Morris as the White Rabbit: Gopher from The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Jughead Jones from The Archie Show(1968) Janet Waldo as Alice: Judy Jetson from The Jetsons Josie from Josie and the Pussycats

Alice of Wonderland in Paris(1966)-

Norma MacMillan as Alice: Casper from The New Casper Cartoon Show Gumby from The Gumby Show