#watts up

[janus-cadet]

New tarot card! This time, it's for a show that just reached 17 seasons, if you can believe that- Murdoch Mysteries!

And here is Llewellyn Watts, as the Page of Wands.

Now- the obligatory explanation (in broken english, yay, how lucky!) for those who are interested!

Upright, this card is the symbol of a free spirit, guided by their inspirations and ideas. I do feel like it fits our one and only Watts- never really fitting the mould of societal conveniences, but always following his inner self. It's also a card for limitless potential, often in the form of creative restlessness, which again- he does have, and the show should ~really~ explore that more. Overall, it means you embrace the opportunity to start out a new journey, without necessarily having a solid plan in place or even knowing where you are headed- but you are excited and intrigued about the possibilities. For a character always searching for himself, well-

All of that, with the advice to try and filter your thoughts, sometimes. Especially when you're talking. Even if we all love Detective Your-Wife-Is-Not-Pretty Watts.

Reversed, the card can mean that the consultant is being held back by limiting beliefs- such as, well, for Watts, the rules of the society he lives in. Which is why the card is ponctuated with references to current or future instance of homophobia and antisemitism in Canada. On the other side, Llewellyn can also represent (as would William and many other characters of the show!) someone carrying newly-formed ideas, that can have been tampered by obstacles and opposition. The card can also mean that you tried many new projects, which did not worked as you had hoped... and isn't that the story of his life?

Overall, this is a card deeply linked with someone engaging or trying to engage in a spiritual journey to discover themself. A free spirit who can't, and who should not submit the the limiting beliefs of the society around.

It was so fun to do, eh! The wand is not really supposed to be a wand, sure, but I feel like Llewellyn is less a wooden-staff-guy than a magic-wand-guy. And sure, the book on Wine and Philosophy or the Pretzel in the background where not *necessary*, per se, but that's just so- him, and those cards are always about representing the character in the best possible way.

Hope you'll like it!

[hyaesia]

today's the day ... it still doesn't feel real, but thank you sigcorp for everything 🫶💕

special thank you to @neilsmachine for composing the track for this video, and to @ltwilliamhavers for helping me find the inspiration for this video!!

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN and FELIX at Incheon airport, November 22nd 2024

[chirrups]

here is my au piece for 2024 @mcytblraufest! simple premise is that PET are infected but asymptomatic carriers of the zombie virus and find purpose in doing what uninfected people can't safely, delivering mail!

PLEASE for the love of god, check out the fic for this piece written by @theminecraftbee and betaed by @aistandardcherry. it's so well written and i will be rotating it in my mind for forever

[nitw]

i'm obsessed with the hypocrisy of neil watts. he loves working at sigcorp. he sees genuine life and value in the digital recreations of his patients' memories. he also takes every opportunity to play god and test the limits of the technology just for fun. turning fantasy into reality is PART OF WHY he loves it so much, but he's also very protective of it, because knows how dangerous it can be. he scolds eva for using the machine on herself as a coping mechanism, when he was doing the exact same thing in secret. he yearns for a world where no one has to be forgotten by time, yet he refuses to let himself into other people's lives. he always preaches about moving on. he can never truly live in the moment because he's too scarred by the past to see a future for himself. he acts pretentious and uptight on purpose. he never gives himself credit when it matters. he's terrified of dying, but he's all nonchalant about it because he ultimately doesn't believe he deserves better than anyone else. he ONLY believes in the make-believe. he gave up on base reality a long time ago.

also he looks like 👇 this and yet he has the audacity to make me care about him

[psykopaths]

Let the universe take over a bit, relax and let it do its thing. Some times you just have to let go and Trust the universe.

[murderoticwoman]

brian jones, 1966

[thewallsaretalking-again]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

yeah, that seems about right.

[averlym]

Aragon and Cathy being silly in honor of the dressing room duo of all time Sydney and Gerianne

this post has a target audience of -1

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[one-strugling-bean]

Im five minutes into this game and im already scared

What are these options????

Istg if neil is dead by the end of this game im gonna be so fucking depressed

[northernwet]

Alfie Watts and Owen Wood get slimed on Saturday Mash-Up (Part 2)

[kurashikimisaki]

riley is a wallflower 🤭

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I found a Benny Watts one-shot hidden in my drafts, I had forgotten about. Here it is, please enjoy!

Most likely has grammar errors-

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

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Benny huffs standing up and goes to retrieve his wallet from his coat pocket, before handing me my money. I smiled, cheekily, before plucking the cash out of his hand.

“Thank you, baby.” I stand and peck his lips, but he pulls away abruptly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“All’s fair in love and war, or love and chess. More like..” He rolls his eyes, going over to set the chess pieces back to its original state. And I look at the cash in my hand.

“Hold up, Benny.” I hold the cash up to him. “I won thirty, you gave me twenty.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“That’s wasn’t in the rules.”

“There were no rules to begin with.” I roll my eyes and huff. “Yeah, you won those games fair and square, Congrats.” He congratulated me and placed a kiss to my forehead. “But since you are living under my roof-”

“It’s not a roof, it’s a floor, but continue.”

“I decided to take ten from it, as compensation, if you will.” He explained and I nod my head understandingly. “Right, so if I was to leave, would I be able to have my ten back? Considering I’m not living under your roof at that point.”

He thought about it before grabbing his wallet again, and just my eyes follow him, as he digs out another ten, handing it to me. “Is this your way of telling me, you don’t want me to leave, Benny-boo?” I said, as we both cringed at the nickname.

He sighed, looking at my eyes, before nodding his head slightly. I place and hand on his chest, as I stepped closer, feeling that his heart had picked up speed.

I don’t know, if it was from me, pretending to leave or me putting a hand on his chest. But it genuinely broke my heart seeing a man, who lets nothing get to him. Gets extremely nervous around me, and the fact that I might leave him.

But I must be stupid, drunk or both to leave him. Cause I would never make decision like that sane nor sober.

“Benny?” He refused meet my eye. “You didn’t actually think, I was going to leave you, did you?” I try look into his eyes, but he stared off into a corner of the room.

“Benny..” I started, absolutely devastated and saddened, that he truly thought I would. “Benny, look at me..” It took him some time before he made eye contact with me. By the time he did, you could tell his unshakable and tough demeanor had been torn.

“Benny, I would never, in a million years, leave you.” I said, holding his face in my hands. “You’re just the most amazing and remarkable person, I’ve ever met. You’re sweet, funny, talented..”

He looks away quickly, wiping a tear that had managed to fall. I redirect his face to look at me again. “And incredibly incredibly, handsome. You hearing me?”

“Why would I want to leave and find someone else, when I have the only one I want, right in front of me?”

“You might not see it, but take my word for it, I’m staying here, cause it’s were I belong.” I pat his cheek and leans him down to kiss his forehead, we stand there for a bit, before he collected his barrings, and wiped away any fallen tears.

“Wanna play another round?” He asked, sitting at the table. “Definitely. But before I forget,” I hand him the ten dollar bill, and he looks at me confused.

“It’s for compensation, remember? I wouldn’t want to get kicked out of your house.” I said, as I sat and he rolled his eyes, putting the bill underneath his thigh. “So, what are we playing for now?”

He thinks, before leaning forward with a mischievous grin on his face. “How bout, whomever losses, has to take off an article of clothing. Winners choice.”

“Are you just trying to get me naked, Benny?” He leans back in his chair, hair falling over his right eye. “Only if you agree to the terms and conditions.”

“You’re on, and there’s no way in hell, I’m losing to Benny Watts..”

[kinkynerfherder]

Naomi Watts in Funny Games

[coinjarred]

Lwk I don’t don’t blame jimmy too much for going mad in vol 7 & 8

I would loose my shit too if a hot girl leaves me w/ ptsd, the embodiment of the anti-Christ shows up outside my lawn, and 1/4th of Jesus becomes my robo daughter in the span of two days.

And I’m trying to argue with teenagers but fumbling so bad and my “dead” ex is there watching it all like fml already dude.