#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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[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

[megankoumori]

Bill Thompson (1913-1971)

I had to cut Dachsie from the line up because of Tumblr's photo limit. Sorry, Dachsie.

[tvseriescentral]

The Urkel Family (Part 5/?)

[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)

[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

[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.”

[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

I’m a primadonna girl | open

[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.

[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

[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》