#domesticated clown

[romantic-jester]

Good day! I’m in a bit of a predicament.. My neighbor got her first clown a week ago. She has to move and can’t find anywhere in her price range that will let her keep her clown. She decided to give me her clown.

(https://charat.me/en/chibi/create/)

This is Kelly!! Neither of us know her breed, but I think she’s got some teacup in her as she’s teeny! If anyone could give me any advice for taking care of her, that would be a huge help!

[viva-la-topknot]

Beep, my domesticated clown. They’re a August and Whiteface Hybrid, which is how you breed Clowncore clowns! I know most Clowncore hybrids tend to have a more color primary palette, but I actually really like the more out there markings you sometimes get with neons and pastels, which is a big part of why we chose beep from her litter mates. 

Beep’s breeder is trying to get a line of Aerialist clowns going, crossbreeding acrobats into the Clowncore line, and as such Beep has some pretty amazing abilities when given a length of “silks” to play on, as long as it’s tied at the ends and not in the middle. They need at least 20 foot ceilings and can be kept inside as long as there are plenty of things for them to safely climb and hang from in your home, otherwise you’ll need a small yard with a freestanding metal structure to rig enrichment items from. The Aerialist clowns aren’t a true breed yet so not a lot else is known about their exercise needs specifically, but we do keep in contact with the adopters of the rest of Beep’s litter mates and it seems like each of them has a specific apparatus they prefer. Though Beep will play on a lyra or a static trapeze if either of those is available they are most happy on a hammock [sometimes also called a sling] and tend to be fearful of silks. We’ve also let them play on a variety of other apparatus, like chair, cube, and lyra lader but realistically one person owning all these apparatuses is expensive and takes up a lot of room, and Beep does love their hammock best. Clowncore clowns are super social, and Beep is no exception, so we have play dates with other Aerialist clowns and Beep gets plenty of enrichment time on other apparatuses they like when we go and take them on play dates with other Clowncore clowns.

Side note, does anyone else’s Clowncore gremlin like eating balloons? The breeder said they’re okay as a treat but I’ve seen some folks online say they’re too difficult for domesticated breeds to digest so we only give Beep balloons as a treat like, once a year? And I’m wondering if I’m depriving them.

🤡 Beep 🎨 My fursona.🎨 General art tag.  

[coffit0]

This happened in canon btw I was there trust me

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

I’ve seen a few of the ghosts regent ideas floating around, but pair that with adoptive dad Jason.

Jason adopts Danny but because he died, came back, and took a green soup dip Jason ends up accidentally adopting Danny in both the living realm and the GZ/IR. Danny being only 15 in human years and 1 in ghost years may be the current king, but he’s too young to be considered the formal ruler for events and realm rituals. So Jason has to take brakes from being the Red Hood every few weeks to basically put blob ghosts in a fancy circle and glare at unruly citizens.

Jason takes care of Danny and keeps the Bats from crowding and stressing him out. He also lets Danny help with vigilante stuff by working on evacuation plans, non lethal weaponry, medical training, and other things that won’t put him in danger or directly in the field.

Eventually the Red Hood gets captured by cultists along with a few of the other bats, all of them are tied to poles and fighting to escape their bindings. Then Jason hears what they’re supposedly going to summon, “The tyrant of the dead! The King of the Infinite Realm!” Jason stops fighting against his bindings and has to try not to choke or die again from laughing too hard while telling them they were about to do the stupidest thing they ever had.

The cultists say he “won’t be laughing for much longer” and to “shut up” and begin to summon the King. The entire area starts glowing green and the temperature drops, everyone can see their breath, the lights are flickering, and citrus scented neon green smoke begins spreading and forming a humanoid shape. At the same time the Red Hood vanishes, his bindings falling to the floor.

The cultists excitingly finish the ritual and while the figure is still cloaked in smoke tell it they prepared sacrifices for it. The smoke fades and standing fully armed ready to fight is the Red Hood. He tells the cultists to Run and that he told them they were going to regret this.

After Jason beats the cultists and the Bats get free they ask him how he did it. Jason responds by saying the King didn’t sign the Summoning permission slip so he can’t be summoned. This just leaves them more confused.

Jason heads back home to tell Danny what happened and that he should change the King’s summoning requirements.

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay time to project~

Cross Guild poly info, but I'm gonna focus specifically on interdynamics because I freaking adore them and as someone polyamorous myself, it's super important to have and foster connections one on one and by and large.

Let's begin!

CrocoHawk

• they have had a mutual respect for one another for years prior to falling into orbit of each other. Mihawk always found Crocodile's no nonsense attitude to be wonderful and Croc in turn found Mihawk's unapologetic authenticity to be refreshingly real. They really went from acquaintances to friends to lovers pretty smoothly.

• they both enjoy quality time as their preferred dates, either something parallel where one reads and another practices something or they attend something like an opera or an event with minimal socialization with others.

• Crocodile cannot cook, but he is a decent prep assistant so some moments between them are in the kitchen with music playing and it's quiet and peaceful.

• they're both very hard headed and set in their ways. They're also opinionated. Sometimes this makes them a force to be reckoned with as a united front. Sometimes it means they fight like cats and dogs.

• they both take a very long time to come around to the idea of being a unit as opposed to two small islands with a little bridge between, but once they do, they are COMMITTED.

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CrocoBug

• They knew of one another prior to Roger's execution. Crocodile was on Whitebeard's crew specifically which occasionally crossed the Rogers. He had seen Buggy around a few times and never understood the appeal until one evening after a friendly battle, during the feast, when Buggy walked right up to Roger, handed him a small bottle with a tiny scowl, and said "your chest is crying again, you didn't take your medicine." Roger laughed it off, complied, and sent the angry boy on about his evening. When asked about it, Roger laughed brightly, explaining that he'd caught a bug a few islands back, Buggy and Crocus were being overly protective, and the kid's observation haki was off the charts, even by his standards. If Buggy says he hears something, Roger tells them proudly, you'd damn sure better listen. Crocodile ends up looking over, trying to steal glimpses of this young child who earned such regard from such a man as Roger.

• they go years without seeing one another, though Buggy did have a bit of a puppy love crush on Croc when he was young. It eventually petters out, and they are tangentially aware of the other in a vague sense. It isn't until Impel Down that they are pushed into proximity again. Crocodile was uncaring at best in the beginning - and then there was a damn near revolt on the stolen ship, he was preparing to go on the offensive, and Buggy - enigmatic, long haired, cowardly (?) Buggy - stomps it out faster than Croc could fathom. It is then, seeing the glint of calculation behind fiery blue eyes, that he begins to Think.

• nowadays, they are together, and their preferred time together is usually parallel engagement. Croc will do his paperwork and report reviews while Buggy works on trade routes, navigation, ciphers and his weapons stores. The Guild expands rapidly with many offers of sponsorship or partnership as they extend their horizons beyond general bounty assignments.

• Buggy sings to himself while he's working, a soft little thing where his voice pours over words and melodies like honey. Croc gets to used to it that sometimes doing his work without the background noise leaves him antsy and bored. He's embarrassed to admit it.

• Buggy meanwhile begins to associate the scent of Croc's cigars with productivity. You know that saying, some folks wind you up and others calm you down? That's the poly ship, but Croc and Buggy wind each other up.

• they both have formidable tempers. Usually it doesn't ignite on each other - Buggy out of mild fear and desire to not fuck it up - but when they do explode on each other? Oooh, it can get WILD.

• the make up afterwards is equally if not more so.

• Crocodile is the one to bring up to Buggy questions about his mental health. It's not to be mean, but he poses it as a "I once had this business partner who did X, Y, Z things, you remind me of them a lil bit. You good?"

• Buggy's all over the place and needs near constant assurance that he is loved in a way that makes sense to him. He will not ask for it because he's both embarrassed by it and also terrified to be denied outright. Luckily Crocodile doesn't pull punches. Words are not his strong suit, but his affection and care are shown in other ways that Buggy learns to know.

• on Bad Days for either of them, Buggy demands snuggles. He's a cuddly person by nature, and he can usually convince Crocodile to at least humor him in that. His baby doll eyes are a lethal weapon, and so he'll climb Croc if the other is busy or will drag the other off to pull him down on top of him, tuck the other's head on his chest over his heart, and will play with black-violet hair, singing, chattering or simply breathing. It's good for them both.

• they also bond over the fruitwanis. Buggy adores animals, loves them so much, and the fruitwani are no exception. He enjoys learning about their care, likes learning in general, especially when it's important to him or interesting. Crocodile is happy to share something he loves so dearly with a person he loves as well. ((His biggest act of devotion, respect and care is when he gifts Buggy his own 'wani. The reptile hatched differently from the rest, either smaller than average or with an odd coloring scheme or something else. Crocodile took one look at the baby wani and thought "Oh, my clown would love you." The idea remained for a good deal of time. Survival of newly hatched wanis is finicky, so the idea remained until he knew this one was likely to live, to survive and thrive with the right care. He trusts Buggy with that care. The trust is not lost on Buggy when Croc gives him the lil one))

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HawkBug

• while they don't seem to mesh at first glance, these two actually compliment each other nicely. Buggy matches the energy around him when he isn't in a position or role to perform. This can lead to cute moments, soft moments, and absolutely unhinged moments

• Mihawk has many bird like tendencies true to his moniker, but he also spent a lot of time with the humandrills and so has some more.... animalistic ape like habits as well that he hides more often than not. Chief among them is his version of a smile being more bared teeth and his habit of grooming others. It's acts of service and instinctive. He is thriving.

• on that habit by the way, he and Buggy are both autistic coded to me and I love the idea of them sharing in stimming and hobbies and special interests. Mihawk is No Thought Head Empty when Buggy is going absolutely insane over chemicals and synthesis and balancing equations. He enjoys seeing the clown so happily animated. He understands nothing other than Happy Clown, Happy Birb. Buggy likewise doesn't understand a lot of Mihawk's gardening but he loves seeing his swordsman boyfriend enjoy himself and stim while talking.

• speaking of stimming - Mihawk loves Buggy's hair. It's a good color, texture, look, thickness, weight, he is constantly fighting a battle to not just shove his hands into the hair 24/7. Buggy wouldn't mind at all, he likes having his hair played with usually, but Mihawk had a Reputation. Once the Guild calms a bit more and everyone relaxes into each other, he'll stim more freely with select people around beyond his boyfriends.

• Buggy has spent a lifetime trying to avoid some of his more notable stims in order to be taken seriously, so having Mihawk unapologetically saying "wait no tell me more" or "do what makes you feel best - you are most beautiful when you are happy" makes him SOAR with butterflies. Visual stimming absolutely is great, but he also loves vestibular and kinesthetic stimming. Aerials his beloved ♡♡♡

• stim dates stim dates stim dates

• speaking of dates: despite general ideas, Buggy's not always one to want big Flashy dates. Sometimes cooking dinner with Mihawk while they chat or play music or dance in the kitchen is the most rewarding to him. They usually wind up both laughing and pressing close and sharing kisses while making whatever recipe they decide on. Sometimes Mihawk will take point with a dish he knows well. Sometimes Buggy is the one in the lead. Regardless, it's usually a cozy affair with good food, better company, some drinks and cuddles near the end, all wrapped up with a good book or conversation.

• they both have a guilty pleasure for trashy romance novels, so sometimes they'll both read a book, have a lil book club about it and have fun discussing it, making fun of the wording or plot or characters, sometimes trying to figure out positioning in certain scenes and then absolutely losing it when they make eye contact either because of how ridiculous the posing is or because one made a stupid yet silly comment or one liner that sends the otherr into hysterics.

• Mihawk snorts when he laughs and Buggy loves getting it to happen.

[introspectivememories]

cannot stop thinking about loguetown shuggy and im not talking post-execution shuggy. loguetown shuggy as in the two-year gap between reaching raftel and roger's execution. like that was it!!! that was the universe giving their chance to be together!!! to get it right!!!! except they were what? 14? 15? so of course they got it wrong!!!! of course they fucked it up, and now they've spent decades apart and buggy's got a good thing going with crocodile and mihawk and shanks is finally ready to claim the one piece or whatever and the last time they properly talked was at their captain's son's execution. funny how the only thing that seems to bring them together is death

[magewolf-the-artist]

Some doodles of Ashley!

Idk, I'm just really fond of this expression

POV: Your name is Brian Stells and you've just told the worst dick joke in existance

Sad girlie

Even sadder girlie

[splickedylit]

Domestic Diplomacy III proceeds apace

(==>Jade: hear the holy and hilarious word)

Gamzee is in the next room over, sitting on a big squishy-looking pillow in a kind of cross-legged sprawl that makes it really clear how his legs don’t bend in the same ways human legs do.  You’re delighted to realize, for the first time, that troll feet are padded like their palms.  You hadn’t thought about it—the chitin claws cover almost the whole toe the same way they cover pretty much the whole finger, and they don’t seem to spread a whole lot, so it’s easy for your brain to read them as hoof-like and move on.  But there’s little beans down there!

Alien contact really is just the gift that keeps on giving.  What a good day already.

Karkat is occupied bustling and hustling around greeting people like the bossiest little mother hen—(And take off those, the fucking foot-clothes, my hive is clean, don’t you put shit and dirt on the ground!  Put them here, by the, tss, the, damn…in-and-out place!)—so you stroll over into the other room and lower yourself onto the floor to watch whatever it is Gamzee’s looking at.

You kind of thought maybe he’d started movie night early, but he doesn’t seem to be watching a movie.  He has something that looks a lot like a normal human tablet propped up on a table, and he’s watching what looks like a live feed of a huge room full of other trolls, with a guy at the front talking.

“<—(A sentence subject you must have missed) is the funniest (implied:warning-shot-level danger) motherfucking make-mess the (something)s could do to make want,>” says the troll at the front of the crowd, succinctly proving to you that Gamzee is not the only troll who seems to think more verbs is better and sentence order is a pointless invention.  The guy talking doesn’t sound exactly the same, but he stretches his hums and chirrs and growls out and piles his clicks together in a really similar way.  “<We’re all (body parts?) up in the air, down up our (whole/entire) motherfucking horns in dirt.  (Some kind of noun with the food-descriptor ‘sweet’ in it) on our (body part again?  It sounds like a compound word of ‘face’, sort of) and that isn’t a motherfucking mistake.  It’s no motherfucking mistake, brothers!”

Gamzee says some kind of emphatic imperative verb—in a polite, subordinate inflection, which is pretty unusual for him.  On the screen, a few other people do the same thing, mostly saying words you don’t know—one of them you hear says “<Say it, motherfucker!>” and another one says “<Yes, brother, yes!>” with the heaviest subordinate inflection you’ve ever heard.  Somebody else honks a bike horn.

[tired-but-lucid]

dear clown husbandry tumblr, I’m looking into adopting my first clown. I went to the clown shelter last week. Because I know space is important, I was originally looking for a pygmy clown, but there is a little guy there that stole my heart. He’s a smallish Tramp-mixed mutt, mostly brown and grey but with a lovely mix of patterns and a few pops of colour. I’ve heard that tramps bond fairly quickly, is this true? I thought if any clown would feel at home in a rural basement suite, it would be a small tramp-mix (he would have yard space and I am aware that clowns with less space need more frequent walks)

if he wouldn’t do well in my home, I’ll of course leave him for a more suitable home. I’d just love advice from those experienced in clownery!

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 3.15 Down to Clown

[cornerstoreclown]

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m on my break, thinking about what prompts to send in, and then it hit me- what it would be like to slow dance under some pretty lights with Art? 🥺 -💀

HHRRUGUGHHH YOU'RE GETTING ME IN THE FEELS RIGHT THERE ANON OHH YM GOD. I hope you don’t mind that I combined this request with your playlist one, it just tied together really well incidentally, so I was like, fuck it. 

REQUESTS: CURRENTLY CLOSED. 

A short ficlet with a gender neutral reader making Art a playlist out of circumstance and... Well, they both dance to it! Very domestic. No warnings listed. Lightly proofread, I am very tired from work.

------------------------------------------------------     The few times that you visited Art’s hideout, you’d bring some stuff for yourself to do while he worked. Sometimes you’d bring your Switch, sometimes you’d bring work for yourself, and you’d be doing your thing while he did his. It was this weird, twisted kind of parallel play where you did what you wanted, and he did what he wanted, and the both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the silence. You’d eventually bring more of your own kinds of things over, slowly setting up the place to your liking just as much as his. He’d allow it. The place was a little dreary at one point, and you brought in colorful lights to wrap along some support beams and hang on the walls with some tape. It kind of reminded you of a carnival, or the holidays. You brought a bean bag shortly after for yourself to sometimes sit in or nap.

Then, one time you brought a speaker device to hook up to your phone to play music, where you played what you wanted rather quietly, mindful to not disturb Art as he was often hammering, screwing, and binding things together. You remember when he eventually began to snap his fingers to the beat absentmindedly every so often, and that’s when you began to play your music slightly louder. You soon began to notice that he had his favorites, where he’d bob his head, dance in place in his seat as he worked to the music that he really liked that you made a point to play for him. For the more dramatic songs, he’d have flair in the way that he’d use his body to emphasize certain rises and drops in the energy. You even saw when he was working standing up, he’d danced in place before, and you kept to yourself the laughter in watching him in his element as if you weren’t even there. 

One of those times after dancing, a slower song transitioned in the playlist you made that was, by the way, specifically his playlist. He helped you curate it over time as you took note over which songs he took a liking to, and which ones he didn’t seem to have much of a reaction towards. During that slow song, you were focused on your switch, sitting on a bench nearby with dried blood on it, but found yourself interrupted when a hand jutted itself in front of your face. You jumped a little when that happened. You looked up at him, and he was staring down at you expectantly. 

“You want me to dance? With you?”

He emphasized how he wanted you to take his hand by the way that he jerked it in front of your face a second time. You leaned back a bit, and took his hand.

“Okay--if you’re sure--AH!”

He yanked you to your feet, and you frantically had to put your game on the bench before he took you away. You didn’t even have time to turn it off. 

The way that Art held your hands up with his, interlaced his fingers with yours, and began to dance slowly in place with you is something you’ll never forget. You didn’t know that he had it in him to do that sort of thing, and you remember looking up at him, your eyes meeting his--prey and predator unified together as one. The dance was slow, it was easy, and he swayed, and you let him take the lead. The way that he was looking at you the entire time was intense, you felt so small compared to him. And yet, as you both swayed in place, going in a circle, leaning as he did from time to time, you couldn’t help but feel like you’re more alive than ever. 

The lighting in the room was dim. It was easy. The work that you did in making the space partially your own made it feel like a home away from home. Art really made it whole. The entire room felt like it was dreamy, the colors and the soft music worked in tandem with Art’s gentle touch that could have made you think you were asleep if you hadn’t known any better.

At one point, you closed in the distance between the both of you, pressed your head against his chest while still holding his hands. You couldn’t hear a heartbeat, but you imagined one there. You closed your eyes, and he rested his head overtop yours. You didn’t know that Art was one for romance, but you were happy. You think that at that time, he was happy too. The way that he looked at you when he had to pull away had a language of longing to it. There was also contentment. You have that gaze burned into your memory. 

You’re thinking about it right now, sitting on his bench. He left a few hours ago. You expect him to come back covered in blood. It’s practically routine at this point.

Maybe when he gets back, he’d be up for one more dance. This time, you think, opening up the playlist for him on your phone, looking through the more upbeat songs he likes, that he’ll enjoy something a little more on the lively and happy side. Something vigorous. 

You can only purse your lips in a thin line and smile to yourself. 

[viva-la-topknot]

🤡 Beep 🎨 My fursona. 🎨 General art tag.  

[reddiesworldsblog]

daily reminder day 145: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie swimming around in this big and beautiful waterfall they found while on a hike in italy. just like they used to do back in derry at the quarry, they held hands and jumped down into the body of water below them from the top of the waterfall. this trip has been amazing and everything he and richie had been wanting. unfortunately it’s their last day of their vacation, but at least they’re spending the day knowing that they had a great get-away trip.

daily reminder day 146: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he has jet lag out the ASS. him and richie just got home from italy and he’s already misses it. but he’s also really tired, and the first thing he and richie do is collapse on their bed and sleep for hours.

daily reminder day 147: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s enjoying really good fruit salad out by the backyard pool. even though it’s hot as hell outside (90 degrees), he’s sitting in the shade and the watermelon he put in his fruit salad is kinda really saving his life right now. the heat fucking sucks but at least he has fruit and he has a really nice view of richie in the pool and how his back muscles move as he swims in the pool. today is a good day.

[cherryblossom-chopper]

》Hospital Visit《

Content: Buggy Fluff. Ambiguous Reader.

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Buggy is so mad at you. You reckless fool, how could you do that? How could you literally walk off a cliff? What kind of absolute moron did he fall in love with? Though he supposes it was not wholly your fault. Maybe the earth was stupid because when you wandered a touch too close to the edge, the ground gave out beneath your feet.

The captain ties his hair up in a colorful scrunchie to get it off his neck. It's far too hot for him in his cabin. Despite the open windows and the cool sea breeze, Buggy is sweating. His foot taps anxiously as he crosses his arms over his chest. He couldn't imagine what was taking those medics so long to patch you up. He refused to believe you were hurt so badly that the medbay team would take forever to fix you. That wasn't possible… was it?

The knock on Buggy's cabin door makes him jump. A crewmate from the medical team pokes his head into the captain's quarters. Buggy is on his feet before the words leave the crew member's mouth. "If they're up, I want to see them," Buggy announces, dashing any negative thoughts from his mind. Since the crewmate wasn't shaking in fear, (Name) must be perfectly fine.

"(Name) is pretty banged up, but they'll be back to normal in a few weeks," the crewmate assures, leading his captain down the hall- well, not so much leading, more like chasing after,

Buggy storms down the ship's halls till he gets to the sick bay. His insides are squeezing most uncomfortably. His nerves won't let him be comforted by anyone's words. Seeing is believing, after all.

He bursts through the doors to find his partner sitting up and awake. Their leg is wrapped in a white cast, and they've got bruises and bandages, but (Name) is okay.

Emotion rolls over him in the most unexpected storm. His anxiety is washed away with relief, followed by anger and guilt, but none of those feelings will help. He lets out a breath of relief.

"(Name)," he calls smiling, "I'm so glad you're alright."

"Sweetheart!" (Name) grins back, waving to him. They're pleased to see him turn a bit pink at the nickname. Then they pat the spot beside them.

He frowns, looking down at the blank cast. "I'll be with you in a moment, precious," he says before disappearing. Upon his return, Buggy has a large box of permanent markers in hand. He comforts himself on the bed's edge and starts doodling on your cast.

"Now you'll look extra flashy," he states with a smug smile. He writes his name in big blue letters, giving his signatures lots of flourishing touches.

You can barely contain your laughter as your partner draws over your cast like a young kid. How sweet. "Thanks, B, I appreciate it," you say, gazing at him fondly.

"I know you do, and I don't do these kinds of things for just anyone. Only people as handsome as you," Buggy replies winking at you.

"How long can you hang out with me?" you ask, hoping he'll take the afternoon off from piracy, "The doc is only entertaining me so much."

Buggy pauses in his coloring, frowning again. "I can't stay too long. I put off all my work until right this minute," he confesses.

"Why would you do that?" you ask, bewildered. Ever since you met the man was a workaholic. He never wanted to take a break unless he felt like he had earned it. Maybe that was the remanence of Silvers Rayleigh stuck in his subconscious.

Buggy huffs, not looking at you. "I was worried. You fell off a cliff, and I couldn't catch you," he spits, clearly upset with himself, "How am I supposed to work when the most important treasure I could ever get falls off a cliff and is in the medbay?"

You reach down and stroke his hair. The moment burns an unseen injury, but you ignore it for the moment. "Thank you," you say softly, "For caring about me."

"Of course, I care about you, idiot," Buggy retorts, flipping back to his usual snarky self, "What fun am I supposed to have if you're not around."

You nod, considering the prospect. He'd certainly get into a lot more trouble, but maybe a little trouble and worry were good for him. Perhaps you thought the flashiest man you knew needed to take a moment and remember the precious things in life.

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[anarchistbitch]

also genuinely insane that lestat waxes poetic about his love for louis but STILL cheated on him like 500 thousand times bffr

[sbnkalny]

I hate summer.

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Confound those dover boys! I hate tom! I hate Dick! and I hate. Manic pixie dream clown