#Sinclair User

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[highretrogamelord]

Starship Epsilon for the ZX81

[lengthofropes]

Whole 10 seasons show with these two as main characters, please!

[televisiongifs]

WEDNESDAY (2022) 1.05 • "You Reap What You Woe"

[revenyance]

femclairs of differing qualities

[steveharringtondaily]

"Weather-what?" "Just drive!"

[dailytvwomen]

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS & ENID SINCLAIR IN WEDNESDAY | S01E02 "Woe Is the Loneliest Number"

[leotanaka]

Tim Kano as Leo Tanaka Majella Davis as Krista Sinclair

NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Ep. 8971 | Ep. 9223

[rugwurm]

ah no way.. sinclair......

[kwistowee]

SCHOOL OF HELLFIRE A SCHOOL OF ROCK/STRANGER THINGS AU SERIES insp.

[puppetwoman17]

Ladies and gents, my first Billy Batson-centric fic! It’s called: The Batson Family Soap Opera: Ft. The Justice League

Here’s a snippet of the first chapter, already released on AO3 under the name SunShade878

In Study Room #1, Billy propped himself up on a chair and opened his laptop. The screen lit up the room, showing a half-finished Whiz Radio broadcast script. On another tab, Billy pulled up a bullet point list of topics to cover, and got to work.

He took bites out of the sandwich he got from the cafeteria as he worked. Looking from tab to tab, Billy paraphrased some of his talking points and left slots open throughout the script for a few brief questions.

He tapped a nail against the table when he paused after a commercial break slot and glanced at the time.

“Five minutes ‘til monitor duty,” he muttered. “Better close off for now.”

Not to say Billy was satisfied with his work, but he was proud of his clean punctuality record from his time with the League. It also translated to his reporter work, so that was a nice bonus. Now that he thought about it, Morris told him he could give Billy a small bonus if he turned everything in today…

Nope! He shook his head. Monitor duty now, Whiz work later.

Billy quickly packed his things and slotted his laptop in a cubby before making his way toward the monitor station. He checked the time on his watch, sighing in relief when he saw he was two minutes from the beginning of his two hour shift.

Okay, good.

He quickened his pace toward the familiar room, dutifully ignoring the concerned and curious looks on several familiar faces.

I swear, you’d think I was catatonic with the way these people look at me.

The monitor room had a large, imposing window that showed the expanse of space. It was something Billy could never get over, no matter how long he stared at it. Multiple screens were lit, showing various cities with superheroes of their own, helping children out of burning buildings and stopping robberies in progress.

A transparent hologram of Earth spun around slowly in the middle of the room. Graph lines went over and across each section of land and sea. Several small, red dots blinked green, and Billy smiled in satisfaction that they were doing good. He was doing good.

“Hey, Little B!”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Hey, Hal.”

Billy doesn’t have to turn around to see the Green Lantern’s cheeky grin as he sauntered into the room, power ring glowing emerald. “Ya seem tense, little man.” The grin faltered, revealing what Billy knew to be truer than the smile. “You okay?”

Now, you remember what Billy said about loving how protective the League was, right? And the thing is, he didn’t lie. He didn’t blame them for it, and he understood the need to protect people younger than you. Hell, he was well known enough in Fawcett for the younger street kids to know him by name. For them to know he knew all the best hiding spots and hoarding spots around the Cobbler District.

But sometimes it could just be so. Damn. Annoying.

“Oh, it’s just some last minute revisions for my broadcast tomorrow. Nothing major.”

“You remembered to eat, yeah?

Don’t roll your eyes, he’s not being condescending. “Took a sandwich from the canteen.”

“Cool, cool.”

Yeah, this was definitely one of those times where he felt coddled instead of protected. Now, maybe seven year old Billy, who’d just learned that he was now responsible for the wellbeing of an entire community and subcommunities of ethereal-infused life, would’ve loved the worry on Hal’s face.

Fourteen year old Billy, on the other hand, couldn’t help the queasy feeling in his stomach.

“Anyway, we should get started, huh?”

The whites of Hal’s domino mask widened. “Uh, yeah. Let’s.”

Billy mustered a small smile as he propped himself on one of the two chairs facing the screens. Hal flopped unceremoniously onto the other one, the smile on his face more prominent. Weird. Before, the smile seemed…dim, somehow.

Now, though, with the two of them looking through screens and chatting quietly as the hours ticked by, Hal’s nervousness and tenseness was chipped away, revealing the bumbling idiot Billy knew and cared for. The easy way with which they communicated was something Billy was thankful for. If anything, his identity reveal only strengthened their relationship.

It sort of felt like he was the reason for Hal’s better mood. But that was silly.

Right?

Tell me what you think on AO3!

[highretrogamelord]

Sinclair User Club Volume 8 for the ZX81

[lengthofropes]

Stranger Things 1.01 || 1.04

[lucassinclaer-archive]

i'm not and will never be over the dynamic two children built in s1, the complexities of a superhero and a pragmatist, the collision of worlds, the conflict of someone being half-right about you, the care you develop for someone in the dire straits but the mistrust you can't quite overcome until all cards are finally on the table...

i am of course talking about el & lucas.

[acidicbarkbeast]

more very out of context monsterbat steve posting since this is becoming a fully fleshed au in my head

(feat. ghost max + lucas and dustin on burn duty)

[wenclair-abo]

I posted ch 19 of Time To dance!! I think you’ll love that Ajax is finally gone!