clever bill

I loved Extremis even more because the TARDIS didn’t translate Italian even though it should have and I should have realised something was off because the TARDIS should have been able to translate EVERY language or near enough in the universe but for it not to translate Italian made it seem more real and that something was definitely up.

Oh Moffat, you clever man.

526. The teachers at Hogwarts enjoyed placing bets on which students would get together. Professor McGonagall was the reigning champ on betting which students would get together. The pots on these bets used to get huge (Ron & Hermione's had a few hundred galleon payout). There were only three times she lost for pots she'd bet on. When Bill married Fleur (she’d guessed Tonks), when Tonks married Remus, and when Neville married Hannah (she’d guessed Luna).

trashdove6  asked:

I had the funniest thought about your Bill comic. Like, since Ford got to see so many variations, if he kept coming at Bill with hateful comments about him being with Dipper... Maybe that would put a clever little strategy into Bill's head, and Bill starts jokingly 'going for Dipper' but then that could either create a hilarious situation where it actually does happen in his own world (once Dipper is a nice age), or it LOOKS like it actually happened (but hasn't), sending Ford into distress. XD


Dipper doesn’t agree, but of course that doesn’t stop Bill from doing it anyway…

“PS yes those are fangs on the stem and it will develop a taste for human flesh if it bites you. Be careful, my love! <3”

Ford doesn’t take it well

I haven’t posted fic in a bit, even though I’ve been writing a lot. So…. here’s a thing I typed up because Fuck The Cold.

Familiar!AU random fluff. 

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Doctor Who: “Smile” — Still the most interesting thing about this season so far (and I am quite favourably disposed to this season so far) is the way that it is reiterating certain basic elements of the appeal of Doctor Who. The moment that really stands out in this episode for me is a small one right after Bill asks the Doctor why it has to be him that saves the people of the planet they’re on. Naturally, being Twelve, he doesn’t give a satisfactory answer. But Bill, being cleverer even than the people who initially dreamed up this show, sees the notice on the outside of the TARDIS that proclaims, in the manner of even the most non-bigger-on-the-inside police boxes, “advice and assistance obtainable immediately.” Why does the Doctor keep the TARDIS in its police box form? Because he lives by that notice on the door like a code. This is fundamental to the show, and it squares with Steven Moffat’s view of the Doctor as a different, worthier kind of hero. So far, it looks like Moffat has decided to use his final season on the show to revisit the first principles of the show, and compose a love letter to the glorious legacy of Doctor Who, which he recognizes that he’s an infinitesimally small part of. A good part, though. A really good part. The rest of this, with a script written by Frank Cottrell-Boyce (whose “In the Forest of the Night” is an idiosyncratic favourite of mine), is a fun Doctor Who romp that allows Bill and the Doctor plenty of time alone to get to know each other. The Emojibots are deeply scary in a way that conventionally terrifying monsters are not. They throw our own vapidity back in our faces and then kill us. I love that. This series is two-for-two. If Sarah Dollard delivers next week like I think she will, it’ll be off to a massively better start than its predecessor.  

Got some new copics yesterday and had to try them out, which worked out well since I’ve been itching to draw this cat!bill design from the coven au that’s been floating around

I felt bad that I’ve been neglecting this blog so here are some Easter at the Weasleys headcanons to make up for it

The first Easter after Arthur and Molly got married was quiet. Arthur went to the muggle town and brought back some fancier chocolate for his new wife (“look Molly, it’s shaped like a bunny rabbit! How clever is that?”)

After Bill was born was when they really had fun with it. Holidays with children were always much more exciting.

Molly helped the little boy, only a few months old at the time color eggs by letting him choose the color for the next one (wizards probably have some really cool dyed eggs too)

They gave Bill a basket with far too much candy that he could hardly even eat yet but it was too hard to resist the colorful treats.

After Charlie was born was when they started doing yearly egg hunts.

Arthur would hide the eggs around the garden and let the two little boys race around trying to find them all.

“How many did you hide, Arthur? I want to make sure we don’t miss any.”

“Er… I was supposed to count?”

By the time Percy came around they had perfected the egg hunt system.

Instead of matching sweaters, Molly would have the boys wear bunny ears for family pictures.

Percy always hated them, but Charlie thought it was hilarious and would bounce around like a rabbit for most of the day.

When Fred and George got old enough was when the fun really started.

Molly would charm the eggs so only certain kids could find them so they each had a fair shot.

Yet somehow, Fred and George always ended up with the most.

Giving the twins so many sweets never ended well for anyone.

Especially the year George ate so much chocolate he spent the rest of the afternoon in bed after being sick.

Ron’s favorite part of the holiday was the special food they ate together.

Molly always prepared a huge feast even more than the large family could eat. Nobody left the table less than stuffed.

When Ginny was little she somehow always ended up with the biggest Easter basket. Molly swore she bought each of the children equal amounts of sweets and yet Ginny’s always seemed to be overflowing.

One year, Arthur brought home three baby chicks to entertain the kids with, but they ended up escaping and the rest of the day was spent searching every spot in the house for the little peeping babies.

As the kids got older, they seemed less and less interested in the traditions like egg hunts.

But they always participated because they knew it made Molly smile.

Although they didn’t like when Fred and George would charm the eggs so they would skitter out of reach whenever you got close.

By the time the grandchildren came around the amount of Easter eggs that needed to be hidden took at least three people.

Arthur still loved doing it, but he usually requested the help of Bill and Ginny (the best hiders) to find enough spots.

Roxanne always found the most, while her brother never bothered to find more than two or three.

Victoire loved to bake and would always help Molly prepare the desserts.

One year, Angelina brought a bunny over, but it wasn’t very friendly and spent most of the time in its cage.

But Lucy took a liking to it, and ended up bringing it home, much to her father’s chagrin.

But everyone’s favorite part of the day, was after dinner when everyone had gravy splatters on their shirts, and chocolate smeared on the edges of their mouths, and their eyes started to droop.

They would all crowd around the living room of the Burrow and just relax while they shared stories of holidays past and just enjoyed each other’s company.

Because even though there was always something, a holiday spent at the Weasleys was always a day well spent.

Knock Knock

I’m not sure what to make of this one.

Good Things:

  • Bill using the TARDIS as a removal van was pretty good but I was hoping for a bit more of a disgruntled Doctor. Though Bill’s teasing of the Time Lords made me smile.
  • Paul. He was just pretty awesome all round.
  • Everybody making fun of Bill’s music tastes.
  • The Doctor’s continual insistence that he does not look as old as he does is always good for a laugh.
  • The piece of music playing as they looked out at the fireworks was beautiful. Fantastic work as always, Mr Gold.
  • Bill interrupting the Doctor’s speech made me laugh and gave us another example of how clever Bill is. It almost made up for the fact that she took so long to accept how dodgy the house was.

Bad Things:

  • These uni students are idiots. A strange man just randomly pops up and gives them this mansion to rent cheaply and they just sign the lease straight away. And only one of them questioned it.
  • “What does everybody else do?” Everybody else knows that six bedroom houses are expensive unless there is something wrong with them so they usually stick to either sharing rooms or renting in smaller numbers. Bill and her friends probably would have had much more luck if they had split their group in halves and rented two houses/flats.
  • The acting of most of the supporting cast wasn’t that great.
  • The whole mother and son thing was touching and all but, I don;t know, it just didn’t sit right. Maybe it was because I was expecting a creepy/horror style episode and got a lacklustre family drama instead.
  • The Doctor and Nardole’s friendship/partnership. The Doctor clearly doesn’t like him, bringing back my displeasure of him bringing Nardole back in the first place. There had better be a point to him being around.

Things I’m Not Too Sure About:

  • Pretty much the whole episode. 
  • But, more specifically, the vault and why the Doctor is stuck on Earth. I’m starting to lean towards the be prepared for a crappy resolution side of things.


  • Missy is inside the vault. I know it’s the obvious one but I’m sticking with it.

Run. Run, you clever boy, and be a Doctor.

Clara Oswald will be proud.

thepaintedbuttons  asked:

Even though you've already WON the Rally of the Tall Pines, do you think you will ever come back and do it again? Because I've finally convinced a parent that watching cars do rally things is a fun thing to do with your daughter on a November weekend.

Dear palominodaisychain,

First of all, congratulations on bending your parent(s) to your will.

Second of all, for those watching from home, palominodaisychain is referring to the time that I bought a race car. Well, a rally car. This one.

As you can tell from the last photo, I was super cool and also fire-retardant.

Why did I do it? I dunno, I always liked driving cars sideways, and that’s what rally racing is. And in the interests of being a Honest Adult Figure (HAF), I’ll admit I was looking for a legal way to get my automotive kicks rather than falling back into my, you know, old street racing habits.*

*As a Morally Responsible Adult Figure (MRAF) I’m also telling you not to street race; it’s stupid, illegal, dangerous, irresponsible, and will get your car taken away from you and is not fun at all anyway and if you haven’t done it you should not try it to find out if you’ll like it because you will not like it because it is bad.

Anyway, Lover and my father built a rally car and a clever dude named Bill Lauze and I built one and after several months of training up, the four of us in the two cars did a few national races, including Tall Pines in Canada.

Here are things I learned

- Canada is the best

- not every place is Canada

- there are a lot of rules even in Canada

- I dunno

- I get bored easily and also rules

- there were very few fires and fewer explosions

- also so many rules, did I say that? it was not a sport of racing, it was a sport of rule-following

So even though there were many rally people who were great (and some, notably, who were actually breathtakingly terrible), and I still think it’s a cool sport, I’m just not sure organized sports are for me.

I’m glad I did it; it was a Thing. And it did leave me with some moments I will never forget and could not have expected: for instance, at one of the freezing cold rallies, everything was ice — all the normal roads had shut down by this ice storm — and we were running an after-dark stage. I remember that we were speeding through this pitch black naked wood and every so often as we slid around a turn, we’d get a sudden bald glimpse of a wonder-huge full moon gazing through the branches. Everything was black and white except for dozens of bonfires built perilously close to our winding trail; it was strangely primal. Slick and fast and wild. At one point, I remember we took a turn too fast and slid right into a bunch of snowy rocks. There was no traction because of the ice, and we would’ve been out of the running if we took the time to get out of the car and winch ourselves free. But as we sat there in the dark for a breathless disappointed moment, that giant-ass moon overhead, a dozen spectators leapt up from their fire like joyful demons. Without hesitation, like one body, they shoved the car free and we were off and galloping again while they shouted go go go.

I’ll keep moments like that, but leave the rest to other souls. I gave the rally car away for a good cause and bought a Datsun that I thought would be fast but turns out to do nothing at all. I don’t know if there’s a life lesson in there, but there should be.



Okay, you know what? One thing that always irks me about the Reverse Falls AU is how people portray Will (Reverse!Bill). I hate it when people portray Will as weak or stupid or wimpy just because he’s supposed to be the opposite of Bill. Do you guys realise what the opposite of Bill would be?

Give me Will who’s angry and bitter about the way the twins treat him, but would never go back on a deal or hurt a child for his own benefit.

Give me Will who’s kind, who despite everything the universe has put him through is soft and sympathetic and gentle.

Give me Will who has watched whole worlds burn and been helpless to stop it and cries for the billions of lives he felt go out in that moment.

Give me Will who is old, and knows he’s old, and feels it in his bones, and has seen so much but somehow finds the ability to marvel at the smallest things.

Give me Will who’s brave, because Bill is a coward, but it’s a quiet sort of bravery, because Bill is loud too.

Give me Will who’s depressed and sad and lonely but still loves, and tries to love everything and everyone he comes in contact with.

Give me Will who’s clever and brilliant like Bill but is humble; who rarely puts his intelligence above the intelligence of mortals because he knows what they’re capable of, love and art and beauty and it’s amazing to him.

Give me Will who KNOWS that what the Gleeful twins did to him, are doing to him, will do to him isn’t his fault and it’s wrong but he feels that he deserves it anyway.

Give me Will who is not and will never be what a demon is “supposed to be”. One who’s not a trickster, a liar, a cheat. Who’s never greedy, never cruel, never ruthless.

Give me Will who’s seen darkness and tries to reach the light every time.

Give me Will who’s patient, who’s forgiving, who gives people second and third and twentieth chances, except when someone does something even he can’t forgive.

Give me Will who’s met Bill and tries to help him be better, but Bill is hungry and wild and mad and all-devouring and refuses to listen to him until it’s too late.

Give me a Will other than the whiny, weak, pathetic chew toy some of you guys portray him as.