#so does tom

[dafpork]

isn't it so sick and twisted that he's only snorted while laughing TWO TIMES out of his 90 years of existence. and it WASN'T EVEN FROM THE CLASSICS!!!!!! i can't even sleep at night this is so upsetting to me

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[shellem15]

Can I just say, I really appreciate how Critical Role plays the Devil trope straight. There's been this phenomena in a lot of modern media (I'm not going to mention specifics but I'm sure a few examples pop up in people's minds) where Hell and the Devil aren't scary or malevolent forces. Hell is portrayed as being basically the same as our world just "edgier", and the Devil is a pretty decent guy actually. Heaven are secretly the real bad guys!

But Critical Role doesn't do that. In Exandria, Asmodeus *feels* like the Devil. He's malevolent and manipulative and terrifyingly powerful and he hates you, personally. We never see that type of portrayal anymore! And it's amazing! And he still manages to be sympathetic and tragic without losing his edge!

And the "Good Gods" are portrayed as flawed without being secretly evil or something! Like, actual nuance? In my Heaven/Hell dichotomy? What!?

It's just such a breath of fresh air after so many "The Devil was right, actually" stories. So props to Matt and Brennan and the cast.

[almondcroissantsandink]

they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery :)

(a silly 4-pg comic I've loosely titled Seeing Double, for fun! I know it's only mid-September, but I'm so so so getting into the Halloween mood)

[bigfatbreak]

What does Tom think of Emilie after meeting her?

the only Agreste he's not massively disappointed with is Adrien himself. It's a good thing that's the only one he plans on sparing.

[silverbriseis]

Harrymort is the funniest when you takes advantage of the absurd age gap between them, Harry should constantly make jokes about Voldemort succumbing to Dragon Pox or him having arthritis(LOL) and leaving him in St.Mungos care for the elderly.

[sp0o0kylights]

Knight Commander Stephan Harrington, Champion of Light, right hand to the newly crowned (and very young) Queen Elaine, was tied up on the floor. 

Unfortunately, so was Eddie.

Which wasn’t intentional--it certainly had not been the plan (not that kidnapping two royal knights had been the plan either)--but it was the outcome that had happened and so, Eddie had to deal. 

Now if only he could get the damn bespelled ropes from entangling him…

“You are incredibly bad at this.” The knight informed him in an amused tone. “Like, insanely bad. You should be ashamed levels of bad.” 

…which would be a lot easier if he wasn’t being heckled. 

“I am not!” Eddie defended, as he finally managed to free himself, throwing the offending, wiggling ropes across the room. Never again would he buy from the cheap spell stall in the market. 

“This is a clear and obvious ploy to get you to feel like I am in over my head and you--both of you!--are falling for it!” 

He leapt to his feet, spinning around and staring down at his captives with a look he hoped was threatening.

(It wasn’t.) 

“We've been kidnapped a handful of times, you know.” Knight First Class Robin Buckley spoke up from her position tied next to her commander. “People tend to put way more thought into it than this.” 

She’d adjusted her position sometime between her initial capture (a spell he'd purchased that Eddie had intended to hit the royal carriage and not the knights escorting it) to sit cross legged, hands bound behind her back.

“At least one thought, anyway. You gotta admit this feels pretty desperate.” Stephan piled on. He’d been more entertained than pissed ever since Eddie had taken himself down with his own tools, and the wisecracks were getting worse. 

“Thank you, Sir Stephan--”

“You can just call me Steve, man.” 

“—but some of us are on a tight deadline here. And for your information,” He brought himself to his full height, trying to loom over them menacingly, “nobody goes around kidnapping royalty unless they’re absolutely desperate.”

Not that he’d succeeded in the “royalty” department, but he’d gotten close enough. 

“Oh that reeks of a tragic backstory.” Robin said, like she was seated at a dinner party and not on the floor. “Did you get cursed?” 

“He looks like the type of guy to get cursed.” Steve agreed, head tilting like a faithful dogs as he examined his captor. 

Frustration overwhelmed him in a wave and Eddie went to angrily yank on his hair before catching himself in the act. As good as it would feel in the moment, it would not help him convince the idiots before him that this was serious, dammit! 

The result was that he flung his hands around wildly for a moment, before storming off across the room of the little abandoned cabin he’d found, face burning a brilliant, obvious red. 

“I didn’t get cursed, I got accused of--oh. Oh, no, I will not be caught monologuing, fuck you!”

He whirled on his heels, pointing a finger at their stupid faces. “Why I did it doesn’t even matter!” 

(Or rather, it did matter—a lot, actually—but not right now. Not to them.

Stupid fucking royal employees and their stupid fucking charmed lives.) 

He wasn’t shrieking, he wasn’t--except he was, and both knights traded a look behind his back as he paced wildly about. “I caught you, and I am going to use you to get what I want!” 

“Right, sure.” Steve said, nonplussed. “Say, did you maybe touch a weird looking, possibly magical item by chance? Or gave your name to a weirdly attractive looking lady who seems to love yapping about royal court band practices and who definitely wasn't one of the Fae?” 

He cast a sly look at his companion with that last line, and was rewarded when her mouth popped open in instant offense. 

“You swore you’d stop bringing that up!” Robin said, snapping a leg out in a kick, nailing her companion in the thigh with one thick boot. 

“I swore I’d stop bringing up the incident with Nancy.” Steve fired back, taking her kicks with ease. “And all those archery lessons you swore you needed, because you apparently hit your head in battle and forgot how a bow worked--”

“Shut up, Dingus!” Robin growled, in tandem with Eddie’s mounting panic. 

This was not, at all, going how this was supposed to. Not that anything had as it was supposed to, since shit went sideways, but the knights were at least could have the decency to be somewhat afraid of him! 

Or angry.

Eddie could work with angry!

This two bit comedy routine he was being subjected to instead of any rational reaction was just the icing on top of the weird cake of his life and he was this close to having a full blown mental breakdown about it. 

Which, of course, was exactly when they had to go and make things worse.

Robin stopped kicking her commander and turned back to Eddie, eyes narrowing with the sharpness of someone who had just put something big together. “Hey, hold on—aren’t you that bard half the kingdom won’t shut up about? Eddie the Balladeer?”

Because naturally, the first time anyone recognized him since his life went to hell, it had to be the people he’d just kidnapped.

(He should have listened to his uncle and become a woodworker.) 

“I was.” Eddie grumped. “More like fuckin’ Eddie the Banished now. But again,” He stressed the word with a harsh flick of both hands, “that doesn’t matter.” 

“Why not?” Steve pressed him. “Pretty sure Dustin is planning on you playing at his birthday party. He’s obsessed with that weird song you do. The one with the bed spring noises.” 

Eddie did not know who Dustin was, but after the chaos of the past two weeks, it was only a matter of time before word of his so-called crimes reached the capitol and shredded whatever remained of his reputation.

“Considering I’ve been accused of murder and my entire damn hometown thinks I’m leading satanic rituals, I seriously doubt that,” he sneered, aiming for something haughty and menacing—anything that would make them start taking this whole thing seriously. 

Steve and Robin exchanged another look, the kind only two people sharing a single brain cell could, the unspoken agreement loud and clear on their faces: ‘Do Not Laugh Right Now.

Which was, frankly, insulting, given the sheer level of trauma that came with being branded a murderer.

“Who accused you of satanic worship?” Steve managed to ask, clearly struggling to keep his words giggle free. “You look like one of those wobbly baby deer. You know, with the big, cute eyes.”

Eddie glowered at him. “Are you deaf? I just said it was the entire town!” 

(He determinedly ignored the fact that Steve had just compared him to a damn woodland creature—and called him cute, on top of it.)

“Is this one of those things wrong place wrong time things?” Robin tacked on, like this was a fun puzzle and not Eddie’s life spiraling wildly out of control. “Like, ‘there’s a dead body on the floor and I’m holding a knife but I swear I just walked in here right before the constable did’ type of situations?” 

“I bet the person he apparently murdered isn’t even dead.” Steve fake-whispered to Robin conspiratorially, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. They were crinkled at the edges in a smile, like this entire thing was getting better by the second. “Money says he helped a fair maiden get out of an awful marriage and the shitty fiancé accused him of killing her.” 

Which is exactly what happened, the fucking dick. 

Jaw swimming with his attempts to get out too many words at once, Eddie sputtered. “Of course she isn’t dea--I mean, I, no!” 

“Ha! Steve you totally nailed it.” Robin said, leaning back in triumph. “Which means Dongus here was trying to kidnap one of the Princes to get someone to listen to you. God that’s so cliche.” 

“It’s not like I asked for it to happen!” Eddie shrilled, tone hitting notes he hadn’t been aware his throat could make. 

“Man, I'm good.” Steve said, ignoring Eddie entirely. "I should've been a detective."

“Please, you’re much better at looking intimidating than actually being intimidating. Why do you think Hopper made you Champion, Mr. Model?” 

Eddie’s hands were in his hair again, and this time, he gave up all pretenses of looking cool and evil and let himself tear at it. 

“Why I’m doing this doesn’t matter because it’s not like you two can fucking help me!” 

That, at least, cut through the good cheer, succeeding in finally getting both knights to shut up. 

“I’m dead if I don’t fix this, but worse is if they go on and target Wayne, or Gareth or the rest of the band, or--” He wasn’t exactly hyperventilating, but he was breathing awfully fast. “I can’t let that fucknut Carver go on a whole rampage and hurt everyone who ever associated with me!” 

Wayne was fairly talented at talking the village down, but that had always been when Eddie had been accused of selling fake potions or replacing the town flag with Jason’s undergarments. 

He was not going to be able to fight off an angry mob, should they decide to make the trek to him. 

“Hey.” Steve said, his voice losing all the humor it had before. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!”

“We can help make it okay.” Robin said gently and it become abruptly clear that his kidnapping victims were now trying to comfort him, because life just had to kick him while he was down. ���We’re Knights of the Kingdom, after all.” 

“Oh and I suppose I’m just supposed to untie you and you’ll--what?” Eddie glared at them, hands pulling hard at his hair. “Just let the whole kidnapping thing go? Help me out of the goodness of your hearts instead of arresting me and throwing me in the stockades?” 

Steve shrugged. “I mean, yeah.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie said flatly. 

“Does it help if we tell you this isn’t a contender for the top ten weirdest situations we’ve been in?” Robin asked. “Like, it’s not even close.” 

“No. No it does not.”

“Okay.” Steve said, in a ‘thinking aloud’ sort of voice. “How about this? We give you our words as knights that we’ll help clear your name, and you can stick with us so no one else tries anything until we do.” 

Like Eddie was dumb enough to fall for that bullshit. 

“And why would you do that? What's in it for you to help clear my name?” He challenged them. “We both know the second I untie either of you, you’re going to overwhelm me and take me in. I’m not taking that chance.”

Not with Wayne on the line. 

“Has anyone ever told you you have trust issues?” Steve asked, pushing Eddie right over the edge. 

“I was convicted!” He dropped his hands in a crazed movement, only to smack the back of one against the other's palm in time with his shrieking. “Of! Murder!” 

He must have hit another shrill note, because Steve and Robin both winced. 

“Easy.” Steve soothed. “You know who I am, right?”

Eddie snorted. Sir Stephan’s face was plastered across a shitload of banners all over the kingdom. You couldn’t go anywhere without knowing who the Queen’s Champion was, and Robin was nearly just as famous.

“Yes.” He grit out. 

“Then you know that while I myself don’t have any kind of magic or power, I am tied directly into the Kingdom’s power.” 

In an impressive display of athleticism, Steve maneuvered himself up into a proper kneel, hands still tied behind his back with softly glowing ropes. 

He looked up at Eddie through thick lashes, expression earnest. “If you want, I will tap into it to make you an unbreakable oath. That way I can’t betray you.” 

Stunned into stillness, Eddie stared at him, before his eyes swept to his companion, trying to check if this was some kind of trick or trap or--something else he was too stupid to catch.

Instead of an answer, Robin looked just as shocked as Eddie, her jaw dropping.

“Dingus, you can’t be serious,” She protested, while Eddie finally found his voice to choke out;

“Why would you do that?”

“Because we’re the good guys,” Steve replied, with a smile so bright it could probably power the sun. “and the good guys help people.” 

That was said a little oddly--like he was quoting someone who’d said it many, many times before. 

Eddie opened his mouth, struggling to form the words. 

“How,” he started, his voice cracking on the word. He paused, biting his lip before finally gathering the strength to ask, “How do you know I’m not just lying to you?”

“You?” Steve echoed, the word practically a challenge, but he was still looking up at Eddie through those damn eyelashes, his expression calm, like they'd known each other for a hundred years and would know each other for a hundred more. “No way.” 

They stared at each other for a long, drawn out moment. Eddie didn’t know what Robin was doing, didn’t have room in his brain to even recall her presence in the room. It felt like he and Steve were connected, his entire life was teetering and this moment would decide the outcome. 

Steve had been right. Eddie did have trust issues. Big ones, and this entire situation had only made them worse, but somehow, in that moment, he felt like he could do the impossible.

He could trust Steve.

“Okay.” He said quietly, all his bluster and wild hand movements gone. 

Steve beamed at him.

“Kneel down in front of me.” The knight instructed, and as if drawn by an invisible thread, Eddie did so, dropping down so his face was level with Steve’s. 

“Come closer.” Steve ordered, and waited as Eddie shuffled, closer and closer, until they were barely a breaths width apart, so close he could see the streaks of gold in Steve’s warm, brown eyes. 

“I,” Steve started, in a voice that was both powerful and intimate, “Sir Stephan, Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Light, Queen’s Champion and head of House Harrington, call upon the bonds that make me and that I have made in turn, to hereby swear to you,”

He paused, waiting, and it took Eddie a moment to realize he had never given the man his name.

“Edward Munson, of Town Hawkins.” He muttered, bespelled entirely by the warmth in Steve's eyes. 

“Edward Munson, Bard of Town Hawkins,” Steve said, and oh, what the addition of the word ‘bard.’ did to Eddie’s stomach. The flips it made when he realized just how well Steve was continuing to read him, better than anyone else in his life ever had.

(It made him feel insane.)

“that I will aid in clearing your name, restoring your reputation, and ensuring your safe return to the life you were meant to live.” 

Something built up between them, humming with the buzz of magic. The weight felt tangible, the threads growing thick tying Eddie and Steve together.

“By the powers that be.” Steve whispered, leaning ever so slightly forward, eyelashes lowering. 

Eddie repeated the last line back to Steve, guided by the nudging insistence of the magic that circled them. 

For a second the oath become visible, strings of bright yellow magic surging about, and Eddie was almost drawn to look at it, had he not been distracted by Steve closing the distance between them.

“Wha--” Eddie started to ask, only for Steve to draw the word into his own mouth, sealing their oath with a kiss. 

In the songs Eddie sung, the world exploded when one experienced true love's kiss. Birds sang, and people cheered, fireworks rose to explode in the air. 

This kiss was nothing like that.

This kiss felt like coming home. 

Steve ended it as chastly as he started it, pulling back to smile at him. “And there you have it. One sworn Knight Commander, duty bound to clear your good name.” 

“Uh huh.” Eddie said, blinking rapidly, trying to come back into himself, trying not to look as dazed as he felt. “Right. My uh, name.” 

Steve beamed at him. Tentatively, Eddie smiled back, and if a moment could be warm then this one was the warmest thing Eddie had ever experienced, like a gentle blanket being draped across them both.

It was ruined entirely by the forced coughing that started up next to them. 

“If you two are done now, my arms are going numb.” Robin announced, making Eddie jerk back and Steve roll his eyes. 

“Sorry.” Eddie said automatically, face going red for the third time that day. “I’ll uh. I’ll do that now.”

In his mad scramble to get to his feet and hide how aroused he was, Eddie missed the smug look Steve gave Robin.

In his attempts at removing the spelled ropes from her wrists, he equally missed the sarcastically mouthed ‘Slut.’ Robin aimed back at him. 

He did, however, somehow understand that Robin came with Steve, and that he had just damned himself to their bantering.

Weirdly, it made him feel better instead of worse.

xXx

 “So out of curiosity, what name did you give yourself?” Steve asked a handful of hours later, as the three of them began their trek to Castle Hoosier.

Eddie frowned at him. “Name?”

“You know.” Steve nudged his shoulder against Eddie’s playfully, like they were buddies. “Your evil wizard name, or whatever.”

“I never said I was a wizard, Steve.” 

“You cannot tell me someone as dramatic as yourself didn’t immediately decide to change your name to something ridiculous.” The knight challenged, and Eddie hated how easily the guy had clocked him. “I bet it has evil in the title. Or Mean. Or--” 

“It was Dread Lord Munson.”  Robin interrupted. 

With a grin so wide it overtook her entire face, she turned a little leatherbound notebook to face Steve. There, in Eddie’s spidery scrawl, was the offending name taking up half the page. 

“Where did you get that!?” Eddie squawked, lunging for the book. Robin, in a show of skill he wouldn’t have thought her capable of, tossed it right over his head, into the waiting hands of Steve. 

Eddie spun, cursing wildly as Steve took a look at his personal (!) writings. 

(He hadn't even seen her grab it, dammit!)

He ducked out of the way once, then twice, laughing the entire time, before closing the book with a snap and holding it out to Eddie. 

“Come on, Dork Lord, let’s go get your name cleared.” He said, a fond grin on his face. 

“I hate you. Both of you.” Eddie whined, a blush dusting his cheeks as he snatched his book back, but followed Steve anyway. 

He had the worst feeling he was going to be doing that for a while, now. Even if his name got cleared.

Fucking knights.

Bonus:

“We both know that binding ritual does not involve a kiss, Steve.” Robin said, some time later, quiet enough for only her friend to hear. 

“Ah, shut up Robs. Let me have my fun.” Steve said. “Besides, it sets the tone. Now that he knows what kissing me is like, it's all he’s gonna be thinking about.” 

“Pretty sure all he’s thinking about is clearing his name, Dingus.”

“Okay, yeah.” Steve stressed the word, “but after we clear it? That little scatterbrained bard is gonna be fully focused on me.” He flicked a finger at his own chest, and gave what he thought was his best winning smile. 

Robin made gagging noises.

In retaliation. Steve tried to push her off her horse. 

[solelyseeking]

AITA for trying to bag the new kid at my school?

I, Tom, [16M] have been crushing on this super cute boy [15M] named Harry. He’s new, and he just transferred here- super mysteriously- to the private school I go to. I’m not a Tory FYI I literally got in on scholarship so don’t flame me. Anyways, everyone was intrigued by him, so obviously I had to have him first.

I’m honestly super handsome and everyone at Hogwarts (the school I go to) wants to sleep with me. It should’ve been super easy. But Harry has been super weird everytime we’re alone together?

At first I thought maybe he was just insecure (he’s totally hot though, he’s got these gorgeous green orbs and he’s way more muscular than he looks because he’s really good at Quidditch) or even that he thought he wasn’t worthy of me (true but to be fair nobody’s on my level).

But it kinda seems like he actually hates me? We’ve never met before, and I’m being super charming. I’m usually really good at getting people to like me because i’m basically a sociopath. But he’s not falling for it, at all- and it’s only making me want him more?

TLDR; is there any way he’s just being rude to me because he wants to sleep with me? The kids at the orphanage I grew up in (call me a freak or something and I will track your ip address and kill you) used to pull on each others hair and such when they had crushes on each other.

Is there any way he tried to Avada Kedavra me (slang word for murder at my school lol) as a method of flirting?

Serious answers only. Trolls DNI.

| tf is quidditch

| BIG GREEN ORBS LMAO

| bro literally thinks he’s a shounen protagonist

| is this guy fr?

| yeahhh OP is so handsome and yet he’s trolling on reddit

| he’s not like other girls fr!

[marisatomay]

Man. He really showed up in all black and made the whole Colosseum at Caesar’s Palace join him in a moment of silence for Val.

[formulanni]

if you're going hard enough left, you'll find yourself turning right.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo

[rainbowsuitcase]

What about Ice and Mav whose first several meetings happened a couple years before Top Gun at a random bar in Tennessee, where Ice was the god of the karaoke machine and Mav was the master of the mechanical bull.

Maybe Mav is staying at Goose's place and Ice is visiting his grandparents, and the locals are all absolutely delighted when they show up on the same night. They don't know each other at first, but they get to talking eventually, buying each other drinks, fucking. They switch stetsons a couple times, just for the thrill of it, throwing looks at each other across the bar.

The last time they see each other, Mav has to leave the bed early in the morning because he was so caught up in Ice that he forgot he and Goose are leaving. He grabs Ice's stetson by an accident and doesn't realize until he's packing his things.

He carries it with him everywhere he travels for years, just on the off change that he'll get to return it, but Top Gun is the last place where he'd expect it to happen.

That first night, he comes to the O club wearing it. He catches Ice's eyes across the room and there's not a hint of doubt in them. He's on Ice's radar, he's just waiting for him to fire.

And Ice does just that when he follows him to the bathroom with a smirk. "You know what they say, Mitchell? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

"You know I know how to ride it, Kazansky."

[karahkat]

EEEEE ITS DONE!!

I made a poster thing for Never Give Annabelle a Gun! This has become one of my favorite longforms and one of my favorite couples so fast.

So uhh ART WEEEE!!!

[bluestareyedweakness]

Ice was in his office, staring at the picture of him and Maverick after the Layton Mission, the same one that he proudly displays on every wall of every base he's worked on. A massive grin is etched on his face, the same grin that forms every time he looks at a photo of him and Maverick and his heart is filled with the purest love anyone can experience.

But then he looks round his office walls.

He sees all of his achievements, promotions and acalades and suddenly, an ache forms in his chest. He realises that keeping a relationship with Maverick and maintaining his career is even more impossible then it has ever been, as rumours are flying everywhere.

Ice hopes that the rumours maintain unsolved, but deep down he knows he will be exposed. He has tried to be descreet but the photos of him and Maverick that line the walls, the constant bailing and Maverick's visits to Ice's office where Maverick leaves with the most obvious grin and Ice is sat there smiling like an idiot, make the rumours stick.

In the following weeks Ice and Maverick try everything to get rid of the rumours. They make a point to exaggerate the fact they live separately, (but they're neighbours though) they avoid being in the same room for too long and eye contact and office trips decrease to incredibly low numbers. However, the rumors still spread and concerningly, they are starting get closer to the truth.

Ice is certain that his relationship with Maverick will be proved true and he can see his career falling before eyes as he realises he has to do something now if he wants to maintain both. So he comes up with a plan.

Ice, (having consulted Maverick of course!) starts dropping hints about a long term girlfriend who has bewitched his heart and that he is thinking about proposing. When asked by one of the admirals the girlfriend's name he panics and calls her Sarah, his sister's name. (Nobody knows about Ice's sister as she has begged him not to talk about her to his colleagues.)

So there starts the rumor of Sarah Kazansky and to make it even more believable Ice borrows one of Maverick's rings, claiming that he is engaged to her and to compensate for the quickness of the relationship, he claims that they were high school sweethearts.

After a while both him and Maverick realise that the Sarah Kazansky rumor is the perfect hiding place, because as long as Ice is (hypothetically) married and is completely adamant that private life is private no one can prove that there is anything going on between them. So after a couple of weeks the rumours start to die.

Nobody questions the wall of pictures and his constant bailing of Maverick as they now attribute it to the fact that they have formed a brotherly bond after the countless missions they have been sent on together, and the smiling after Maverick visits to Ice's office, gets attributed to the fact that they're both are laughing about old times, despite the laughing coming in the middle of "serious work meetings."

So when Ice goes back into his office, after the rumours have stopped he allows himself to stare at the picture of the Layton Mission. He sits there grinning from ear to ear until somebody knocks on his door, "Admiral Kazansky, Captain Mitchell has sent a request to see you. Shall I let him in?"

Ice stops, heart pounding as he manages to say "Let him in."

Maverick enters apologising about about an event that Ice can't remember ordering but once the door shuts he leans in close and whispers down Ice's ear, "I knew we could do it, I knew you'd still be an Admiral."

Ice smiles like a kid and whispers back "And I knew I'd still be yours."

[klarsynt]

@stberggren sent: [ GUIDE ]: sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

everything about his current circumstances has been one big, long guessing game. he admittedly never paid that much attention in history class as a kid. even if he had he is fairly certain it wouldn't have been a good tool to utilize for accidental time travel. these years are just a small blip of dates, leaders, inventions— things that never mattered for him. so, really, he's been stumbling his way through and keeping his head down. the irony of it all is this is finally the one thing he doesn't have to guess at.

he has to suppress a smile as he feels the other man's hand on his wrist. he listens with utmost attentiveness to every word coming out of that adorable mouth. what can he say? he likes listening to him explain whatever currently fascinates him. ❝ this better? ❞ he has the audacity to ask tom as he rotates his hips, changing the direction his feet point. it's actually a little off but he won't tell tom that. emil tilts his head to the side, eyeing his companion who is just a little too close. he can feel the warmth of his skin and smell the thin layer of sweat beading on his brow. ❝ i dunno, you might have to show me again. ❞

[wherearedagrapes]

I love this because it feels like such a typical parent-child exchange, but it hits different knowing Sonic’s backstory and unique circumstances. Tom’s dialogue clearly parallels Longclaw and her insistence that Sonic has to stay hidden from everyone to be safe.

And just like with Longclaw, Sonic disobeys and risks being noticed to do what he wants.

Both adults are not happy about this. But where Longclaw seems pretty (understandably) set in her belief of what’s best, Tom is a little more open-minded and receptive to Sonic’s feelings. Tom compromises with Sonic. He comes up with a lie that allows Sonic to hang out in the biker bar for a bit. And when he realizes that Sonic is sad about leaving Earth, he helps Sonic complete a bucket list of things the kid’s always wanted to do — things he can only do out in the open like this.

Tom does something that, arguably, no one else in this movie does: He recognizes Sonic’s feelings, and he sympathizes with him. Sonic’s not disobeying him for no reason. The kid’s miserable and lonely. He’s been in hiding the whole time he’s been on Earth. And he is, well, a child. Curious, impulsive, naive — not much different than any other kid in the world. Tom doesn’t know Sonic’s full story, but he feels for Sonic, and he tries to make him feel better. They have fun together.

Is it risky for the boys to goof off in a bar while they’re being chased by the government? Definitely lol But everything turns out fine. By which I mean, Sonic’s not persecuted or captured as an alien, and Tom and Sonic both leave in one piece. It’s pretty much the opposite of what happened when Sonic disobeyed Longclaw 10 years ago. And as Sonic muses in the motel later, it’s proof that Longclaw (and his own fears over putting people in danger) might be wrong.

The night’s a glimpse of what could be. Maybe Sonic can stay on Earth. And with Tom willing to help him, to accept him (to dare Sonic even say, be his first real friend?), maybe Sonic doesn’t have to be alone. Maybe he can have what everyone else does: people to rely on, a place to call home… It’s still a long shot, but for the first time, it’s not impossible. After years of sustaining himself on desperate, wishful thinking, this is the first glimmer of real hope.

But that hope relies heavily on Tom. And the way Sonic seems to look right at Tom when he asks, with some desperation, "But what if Longclaw was wrong?" It’s like he wants Tom to tell him that she is. She's wrong, and they can figure something out. Sonic doesn't have to leave, he doesn't have to be alone, because he has a place here. Sonic needs to hear that from Tom… Unfortunately, Tom's not ready to give him that yet.

[lucidheart3]

I just KNOW that Sonic wachowski tortures Tails with the song ‘What does the fox say’ at least ten times a week, going behind him when he is tinkering then singing it at the top of his lungs. One day, Tails has enough

Sonic: What does the fox say? Ding-

Tails, wiping out his weapon: The fox says IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE HECK UP HE’LL ATOMIZE YOU

Sonic: *high pitched screaming*

(dunno would be a deserved crash out)