I've been seriously traumatised by a comic book. I need some family fluff, don't even care if it's canon or an AU.
Less ‘family’, more ‘fluff’ in this case, Anon:
‘Follow the steps to the stars’, the note read, its linked script almost perfectly written across the cream page.
Climbing the steep steps, Claire tucked the last cryptic clue into the front pocket of her jeans. She had spent nearly half the night happily trotting all over Glasgow in search of these little snippets, each one more difficult than the last.
But knowing him as she did, it wasn’t hard for her to break the code and find the next.
With Valentines fast approaching, Claire had been eager to know what had been planned for her, but he had been incredibly savvy this year and had managed to keep it all a secret until the last minute.
She had started on the bench by the Clyde where they had first met all those months ago, worked her way through the city to the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art where he had taken her to a very strange opening on their first date and into Queen Street train station where they’d had their first kiss. He had carefully hidden all of his wee notes, a tiny Lindt chocolate buried in the centre of the paper –her favourites.
Now, twenty clues down and one to go, Claire found herself hiking through the very desolate mausoleum, the stars twinkling in the sky above her. Just as the clue had described.
Burrowing her frigid hands into the fur lined pockets of her coat, she pulled the thick material around her chest, her scarf dangling around her neck, swaying to and fro in the light evening breeze.
Ahead she could hear the light fluttering of music as it floated through the air towards her, guiding her forwards. The beautiful melodious piano cut through the silence, gradually getting louder and louder as she turned the final corner, weaving through the larger tombs as the ostentatious crypts began to dwarf her.
Reaching the central shrine, Claire’s heart picked up pace, the cold air prickling the back of her throat as she swallowed.
There, written in candles across the risen grass mound at the base of the thick brick tomb, lay a message that stole the oxygen from her lungs and caused moisture to spring in her eyes.
“Oh…my…” she sighed, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she pulled them from her pockets and rubbed her eyes, as if she might suddenly wake up to discover that it had all been a dream.
“It’s real, Claire,” Jamie whispered, stepping out from behind the crypt, a fresh bunch of chrysanthemums sitting prettily between his clasped hands. “What do ye say, sassenach, will ye?”
Glancing between the glowing words and Jamie, Claire shuffled her feet in the gravel, the sound of the crunching echoing in her ears as she breathed in a number of jagged breaths.
“But w-we’ve…” she began, trying to steady the thrum of her pulse.
“I ken that, aye? But does that really matter?”
Shaking her head, Claire closed the gap between them, letting the tears fall as she placed her cold hands over his warm ones, sniffling as she tried to find the words.
Behind them the small tea lights sparked, the wind dancing through the flames of the message that read:
‘Claire, will you marry me?’
“Jesus…H Roosevelt Christ, Jamie Fraser. You’re mad. And I love the bones of you…”
“So, is that a–?”
“Yes,” she interrupted, not wanting him to impatiently take her acceptance from her, “it means yes, of course, yes…always *yes*.”
Well the fan service of creek sure knows how to distract us from reality. But there’s something I suddenly noticed about Craig and those guys…… Isn’t it weird as soon as episode six is over we see no sign of Clyde and Token around Tweek and Craig? I know it seems like a coincidence at first…
So let’s look at before.
Before Token had no trouble sitting next to Craig but look at his reaction to the thought of Craig being gay.
Now we all remember that Token isn’t really one to approve of gay guys especially in his group.
And we all have it burned to our memories to how Tweek x Craig ended.
But again look at Token’s reaction. Not only is he shock but it also looks like signs of disapproval.
Now lets go strait to episode 7 and look at who is sitting where.
Isn’t that a little strange how Token and Clyde are scattered AWAY from Tweek and Craig? But again we can write this off as a coincidence
But what about when all the boys were playing ninja with Kenny and Token?
Clyde and Token are here but where’s Tweek and Craig? Usually when the boys get together to play, it’s usually a must have for Craig to be part of the fun. Maybe Token intentionally didn’t invite the two.
I mean we all remember his reaction when he heard Cartman calling ninjas gay
He was immediately offended. Now again the writers could of just decided not to write Tweek and Craig in because they just had a big episode.
But there is more to this and this is where the fan service is distracting.
Remember this scene? Well don’t you find it strange that Tweek and Craig are no where near Token and Clyde?
I mean they’re way over hear behind Butters!
I found that very odd, so maybe that hint wasn’t that they’re ads (duh) but maybe it was a hint to Craig and those guys relationship right now.
Cause when the fight starts between Stan and Kyle it suddenly zooms to Craig and Tweek
But not long after it also zooms to Clyde and Token who are egging on the fight from the other side.
So now the last evidence to Craig and those guys shattered relationship.
Now look you’re immediately drawn to Craig and Tweek holding hands but then you don’t realize that the once best friends don’t pay any mind to each other not a glance or even a wave.
So if you’re still not convinced. Here’s this.
Now why would Trey and Matt put extra effort to make that gap between Craig and Token? I mean everyone else including Stan and Kyle (who had a rough fight not to long ago) are at a some-what close distance. While Craig and Token have extra space.
So what exactly happened between Token and Craig? Because it seems like they’re the ones fighting while Tweek naturally take his boyfriend’s side while Clyde sticks with Token.
So maybe this will lead to an interesting episode next year. We won’t know for sure in till than.
Either way it’s sad to see our other favorite group of boys separated because Token is homophobic.
Summary: Some of them said you were born gifted; you were able to magnify every single perception, from luck, to your own feelings. Others, that you were damned since the very beginning; you could also bring the worst from every single thing, every single person, even about you. However, you saw your powers as a part of yourself, a part that, like a silent virus, was infecting your own sanity. Cheating!Bucky,
A/N:Reader has the ability of detecting emotions and magnifying everything she wants, yet she can’t control her own feelings. I don’t even know how did I manage to finish this, I started writing the chapter from the end. My writing quality is getting worse. I’m so fucking sorry, for real. Just one more chapter to go, hope you guys enjoyed this.
His constantly hot skin wasn’t planned to be pressed against yours. He wasn’t even supposed to be there lying next to you but on the bone breaking couch across the room. Yet, Bucky was sleeping by your side like a little kitten, finally finding peace and fullness while having you between his arms. He got you back. He got to feel you again. A soft smile was decorating his features, making him look 10 years younger. Making him look like the day he realised he didn’t have to hide from nobody anymore. Making him look like the cheeky man who sat opposite you the day he took you out just to declare his attraction to you, figuring out it was reciprocated afterwards.
Yet, you felt nothing. Of course there was this numbing after sex sensation that calmed your muscles and freed your mind, but that was all. You felt satisfied, but you didn’t feel the need of his presence anymore. You just wanted that king size bed for yourself and take a long nap before waking up and kick life’s ass. But we can’t have everything, can we? So you buried your face on his chest and nestled your body towards him like a teddy bear. It was so natural, so meant to be done when you both were together. For him, you were the little kid that made the soldier feel loved, and he was the brave man who had the duty of making you feel safe.
Is it really almost four years since Peter Capaldi walked out on that stage on live TV as the new Doctor? Feels like he barely got here, but the Cloister Bell is ringing and the Watcher has reared his paper-mache-lookin’, cobwebbed head- regeneration #14 is on the way. And inevitably people are going to speculate who’ll be cast (like that ever stops in the years between).
The politically correct thing to say nowadays is something along the lines of, “well, they should audition all sorts of people and just cast based on acting ability”. Sounds nice, but no- cast a woman. I don’t mean an affirmative action type move where, all things being equal, they’d favor a female actor over a male one. I mean don’t even audition the guys. A new white guy being rolled out on live TV would be so anticlimactic at this point that they’d probably do it to the losing horn from The Price is Right instead of the Doctor Who theme. We’ve had 13 brilliant ones already- we’re playing White Dude Russian Roulette at this point. Somehow they’ve all been brilliant, but there’s only so many white male actors in Britain. Probability dictates the next one’ll be rubbish- that’s why they threw an extra David Tennant and Tom Baker into the lineup. Did you know every single white guy in Withnail & I has played the Doctor at least once- even that cop who said “get in the back of the van” and the guy who made the doll wot shits itself? Two or three more draws and even the crap actors will be used up. The BBC’ll have to bring in Top Gear hosts or Jonathan Ross (“Davwos, why have you bwought me to Skawo?”). Graham Norton will have to interrupt broadcasts of Doctor Who starring himself.
And I know what you’re saying- what about a non-white male Doctor? Well according to the BBC, they were all offered it once and turned it down, so that isn’t happening either, apparently. So it’s either a female actor or a Black Mirror style deal where a British citizen gets randomly selected and is condemned to forever come in last in DWM “Best Doctor” polls (even lower than Edmund Warwick!).
If we can believe the behind-the-scenes stories, the 12th Doctor was basically conceived as “what if the Doctor was Peter Capaldi”. Apparently they didn’t bother with auditioning multiple people for the Peter Capaldi Doctor, which is good because Peter Capaldi would’ve been apoplectic if Craig Ferguson got it. Moffat was passionate about an idea and ran with it. If Chris Chibnall is all fired up about writing a white male Doctor, then that’s what he should run with- but knowing his original work like Broadchurch I get the feeling he might be inclined otherwise. And again… he’d be pretty much down to Noel Edmonds at this point. Nobody needs a Moffat-y flashback where the new Doctor recalls the time Pertwee encountered someone with the same face during an embarrassing Children In Need sketch (“I know what this face is for, Clara! I’m the Doctor, AND I’M CHARITABLE!”).
So yeah- it feels like it’s time for a female Doctor anyway, doesn’t it? It’d be just enough of a change to take the series in a legitmately new direction without really changing its DNA. Storywise, we now know gender identity is pretty fluid on Gallifrey (the Master, the General, the Corsair). It wouldn’t be a big deal to the Doctor. That’s why a redhead would be perfect- pay off that long-running “ginger” joke while also deflecting awkwardness from stunned companions and old friends. "Doctor, you’re… you’re…“ "Ginger! Yeah, finally, right? I know it takes some getting used to- try not to freak out.”
Eventually there’d need to be ONE time where the Doctor has “the talk” with the companion- the one time she ever addresses it head-on just so she other people can get over it. I jotted this scene fragment down years ago when I was thinking up the hypothetical Ruth Wilson 12th Doctor design I posted back in 2013 (where SJA’s Clyde Langer would’ve been the companion). One day Clyde’s annoying her with questions about it in the console room and… (cutting and pasting here):
(The Doctor rolls her eyes.)
“Does this really have to be a thing?”
(She pulls a chair out of nowhere and sits down.)
“Okay, Clyde- I’ll tell you what- right now… one time only… you can ask me about anything in all of time and space. The wisdom of thousands of years is at your disposal. If you really want to spend that valuable opportunity asking about fairly self-evident aspects of my personal life… fair enough. For once, I will not mock, belittle or in any way judge anything you have to say. And then you can never ask me about it again. You get five questions- go.”
“Where did that chair come from?”
“The storage closet two levels down. Four questions left.”
“Four? That counts?!”
“Yes, that one counts. You’ve got three left now.”
“Aaaaaand we’re down to two. Clyde, you’re making it very difficult for me on the whole "not judging” thing.“
"Okay- okay- okay… just give me time to think…”
(The Doctor sighs, looks at her pocket watch, then settles into the chair like this is going to take a very long time.)
“You said no judging.”
“I’m not judging.”
“Yes you are. You’re quietly judging.”
“Okay, okay- fair enough. Sorry.”
“Can you help me understand what’s happened to you without just saying something smartassed like "probably” or “no” and walking away? Just… get over the fact that you’re so much smarter than me for once and be real. Help me understand you just a little bit better… and THEN I promise I’ll ask you a totally amazing fifth question that’ll make you proud of me.“
(At this point the Doctor goes into a speedy-but-reasonably-exhaustive monologue about how gender works on Gallifrey- how certain Time Lords tend to "swing” more one way than the other, how this works with marriage, how gender-sensitive pronouns are just translated into English by the TARDIS that way, etc, etc - and then tantalizingly drops a bombshell at the end that only raises more potential questions about the Doctor’s past and family life. A tease that demands answers RIGHT NOW. And then she gets up and says…)
“Okay, I think we’re done here. ”
(Clyde gets indignant.)
“What about the fifth question?!”
(The Doctor answers without looking back.)
“You just asked it.”
And that’d be all they’d ever need to say about it ever again.
So here’s to Peter Capaldi’s brilliant Twelfth Doctor, and Lucky Thirteen, whoever it might be.
Token: I need your help, can you come here?
Clyde: Uh, I can’t, I’m buying clothes.
Token: Alright, well hurry up and come over here.
Clyde: I can’t find them.
Token: What do you mean you can’t find them?
Clyde: I can’t find them, there’s only soup.
Token: What do you mean there’s only soup?
Clyde: It means there’s only soup!
Token: Well then get out of the soup isle!
Clyde: Alright you don’t have to shout at me!
(Clyde walks down an isle.)
Clyde: There’s more soup!
Token: What do you mean there’s more soup?
Clyde: There’s just more soup!
Token: Go into the next isle!
Clyde: There’s still soup!
Token: Where are you right now?
Clyde: I’m at soup!
Token: What do you mean you’re “at soup?”
Clyde : I mean I’m at soup!
Token: What store are you in?
Clyde: I’m at the soup store!
Token: Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?!!
Clyde: FUCK YOU!!!!!
Your art is adorable! I really love your style of drawing! Plus, it's always great to see an ASEAN South Park fan! I was wondering if I could request Clyde x Kenny (Clenny)? They're my favorite couple since they're both such perverts, but they get along well like in the Coon trilogy (Mysterion always supports Mosquito's idea) or the Lice episode where Clyde refuses to attack Kenny. I hope this request is ok!
I hope to meet more ASEAN South Park fans too! Thank you so much for your kind words. U v U ♥
and this is a request for you. I’m sorry for taking it soooo long, I hope you like it! XD
Clyde please talk some sense into this lovable moron of a boy. This isn't a good idea
Clyde: Well, It’s not my job to tell him what to do. Well, as long as he’s not at work, anyway. And I… kinda get where he’s coming from. Clyde: I usually just have to let him make his own mistakes then help pick up the pieces later. Craig: You’re one to talk, Mr. Lets drop out of college to start a taco truck. Clyde: Hey, that was a good idea, damn it! It’s not my fault Taco Bell took all my business. Craig: You’re working for the enemy. Clyde: I’M DOING WHAT I LOVE, DAMN IT.
CLYDE: So yeah, Craig looked devastated, almost like he couldn’t decide what he was more angry about– his clothes or Eric for some reason??? even though Eric had nothing to do with the coffee??????? idk, man.
CLYDE: And like, Craig went all “Oh my god you buttface Tweek, ugh.” only it was more like “Holy shit! What did you do that for?!”
CLYDE: And so of course, Tweek immediately started to freak out for a number of reasons that don’t even really need to be listed.
CLYDE: At this point, everyone who was watching started to walk away because things were getting a little awkward, and they didn’t want to sit around for things to get any worse. I would have, too, but it was too good.
CLYDE: So but yeah, Tweek was like “What did Ido that for?! I should be asking you the same question!!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?!?!”
CLYDE: Then Craig just said “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.” but he was obviously still angry.
CLYDE: Eric, just like the last five minutes of this exchange, was dying in the background.
CLYDE: This was the point where I tried taking a close up picture of Craig, which…
CLYDE: And then he threw my phone over the brick fence near by, like an asshole.
CLYDE: Craig started taking off his jacket cause the coffee was gonna soak through.
CLYDE: Have I mentioned that Craig tucks his shirt into his pants? Because that’s hilarious. He’s like an old man.
CLYDE: So anyways, he started complaining and shit (like an old man) and said something like “Now my clothes are covered in your coffee and spit, dude!” then he took off his jacket and threw it onto the ground.
CLYDE: Then Eric started bursting with laughter even more. I think Kyle was getting angry at him. He looked like he was, anyways.
CLYDE: But then Eric just shouted, and I quote (perfectly, may I say) because it was pretty funny, “This can’t be the first time you’ve been covered in Tweek’s coffee and spit, Craig! Get it!!! Did you– did you get it, Craig? That’s a dick joke! Because– because your dick is probably covered in spit and coffee, because you see, Tweek–”
CLYDE: He only got that far before Craig started stomping up towards Eric, and I was 100% sure that THIS time he’d beat Eric’s ass, but then Tweek stood in front of them both and said like (watch my perfect quoting again)…
CLYDE:“Agggh, calm down! I don’t even understand what’s going on here! I can’t handle this, I dropped the rest of my coffee and now I have nothing to calm me down you two are going nuts what’s wrong I'm going to explode from pressure– oh my god, exploding is bad, I can’t explode, that shit’s dangerous!!–”
CLYDE: Hahahahaha, Tweek’s reasoning for everything is so insane, I love it.
CLYDE: But honestly, I could relate. Cause I was so confused, too. There was so much going on that I didn’t understand…
CLYDE: But yeah, then Craig was trying to calm Tweek down and was all like “Tweek, calm down! You’re not going to explode!”
CLYDE: I wish you guys could hear my voice, because I’m doing voices for these guys right now. People say Craig and I sound a lot a like, but that’s not true. I’m giving him a Macho Man Randy Savage voice.
CLYDE: Okay, so yeah, anyways…
CLYDE: After Craig said that, Tweek was just like “Tell me what’s going on!” but all Craig said in response was “This is all lard-butt’s fault!” and then freaking LAUNCHED himself at Eric. He kept avoiding answering what was going on, which was suspicious.
CLYDE: I was just a bystander, though! I can’t complain. The only question I should have been asking then was if anybody had any popcorn cause hahaha, oh man…
CLYDE: Nobody else was around, actually. Kyle, Stan, and Kenny all left after Kyle started getting mad. And everyone else left right after Tweek spat coffee all over everybody, like I said.
CLYDE: So I guess asking that question, while being extremely hilarious and awesome because I am both of those things, would have probably proved ineffective because nobody would be around to hear it.
CLYDE: Except for Tweek, Eric, and Craig, but asking them was kind of out of the question.
CLYDE: Man, was I hungry, though.
CLYDE: …Where was I…
CLYDE: OH YEAH!!!
CLYDE: Craig lunged at Eric!
CLYDE: …Or he tried to, and then Tweek started freaking out and held him back. Eric didn’t look like he was pleased about the fact that Craig was trying to beat him up.
CLYDE: Which is funny because Eric gets beat up a lot, I thought he’d be used to it by now.
CLYDE: But then the most insane thing happened! And by insane, I mean something totally awful and I’m glad I wasn’t involved because… well…
CLYDE: What was happening and what it looked like they were doing probably wasn’t the best thing to have the principal walk up on.
CLYDE: Did I mention the principal is really tall? Like, taller than our old principle. Man, I miss Principal Victoria. Kind of.
CLYDE: I mean, she beat PC Principal, anyways.
CLYDE: But uh… yeah.
CLYDE: All three of them were shitting their pants in front of him. I think almost literally for Tweek.
CLYDE: And– and then
CLYDE: Okay I actually maybe shouldn’t share that part. Like, all of that just then, Craig and Tweek are already gonna have my ass about it when they find out I told you guys.
CLYDE: Maybe you should ask Eric. He might even tell you what was actually happening, since he seemed to be the problem. But uh… yeah. To avoid getting my ass whooped even harder than it’s already going to be, I’m going to leave the principal
CLYDE: …To sum it up, though, the principal
said some things, Eric said some things, Craig got in trouble, and then shortly after Craig and Tweek started to beat each other up, and then Tweek got in trouble too.
DISCLAIMER: this fic was written when Gene and Clyde just had their first canon kiss, buy it goes a few weeks into the future. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, so if you’re reading this later then I’m sorry if its inaccurate to the plot.