Tom Sawyer

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ARTHUR SZYK: Pictures Like Jewels (more)

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askjoeharper:

((One of the three things I ended up drawing while I was away. Not sure what Tom is up to, but goodness knows it’s bound to be some kind of adventure.))

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@Timeywimeyten Probably for the best to visit the east coast. Go too far west and you might have to deal with flip flops, a whole new situation!

// Aw, but flip flops are just an incentive for Tom to go barefoot again.

I’m just glad the Doctor was inadvertently considerate enough to choose to visit during the winter time.

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always-thirsty-pocket:

stickyfrogs:

Sometimes Voigt’s naughtiness is subtle……..sometimes it is not……

oh god this just reminded me of something I learned as a kid… Frogs use their eyeballs to help swallow food… those bulges in it’s mouth are where the eyes are…

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A St. Petersburg Housecall (RP with tomsawyr)

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

        The boy gave a quick nod and rested his hands on the door. Though the Doctor warned him of multiple things he would see, the general look of the city was still a mystery to the boy. He quickly swung the doors open in preparation for the worst.

        His heart nearly stopped at first sight. There was an overload—too many things called his attention at once. Tom slammed the doors shut again and looked to the Doctor awestruck.

         ”How many people are out there?

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       The boy paled at the sight of the city. Well. Not much of a surprise. Ten couldn’t help but chuckle! “—More than you could ever fathom. Thousands, Tom! Thousands!”

       ”Don’t be afraid, they’re all harmless. Well—relatively harmless. Just hold to to my sleeve, all right?” He gestured to the trenchcoat he’d just put on. “I don’t want to lose you, all right?”

       ”I ain’t afeared,” Tom retaliated, but grasped the man’s sleeve anyway as he had a good point. He wouldn’t want to get lost in a sea of people—he’d probably lose his sanity.

       As he exited the TARDIS, the second glimpse of the city was easier on the boy. He could focus on one specific after another without allowing himself to be too overwhelmed with the newness of New York. There were horseless carriages—tons of them—buildings taller than any mountains he’s seen—moving pictures that lit up in bright colors—and—

       A distinct smell.

       Tom turned to the side and found the culprit—the first trash can he ever saw. Such things didn’t exist in the 19th century. It was a perplexing concept to him, that the United States could be so overwhelmed with wealth, it created waste. And smelled worse than a dead horse too. 

       ”You made me take a bath for this?” he jokingly nudged the Doctor.

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A St. Petersburg Housecall (RP with tomsawyr)

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

        Tom watched with curiosity at what the man was up to. It was a sudden change of pace, but the reveal was enough to make the boy crack a smile. With his excited bounce revived, he couldn’t help but laugh—

        “Now you’re talkin’!”

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       It was working! He could sense the boy’s mood perk up instantly. “—Brilliant! That’s the spirit, boy-o! Now, Tom, would you like to do the honours?”

        The boy gave a quick nod and rested his hands on the door. Though the Doctor warned him of multiple things he would see, the general look of the city was still a mystery to the boy. He quickly swung the doors open in preparation for the worst.

        His heart nearly stopped at first sight. There was an overload—too many things called his attention at once. Tom slammed the doors shut again and looked to the Doctor awestruck.

         ”How many people are out there?

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1893: Mark Twain Kills a Boy

crumblingpages:

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"Few men have done more to corrupt the youth in this country than Mr. Samuel L. Clemens. No doubt ‘Peck’s Bad Boy’ has done its share of harm, but it is altogether probable that where one boy has been demoralized by it at least three have been depraved by reading Mark Twain’s stories, written to illustrate the author’s view that to escape being a ‘Sunday school milk-sop’ a boy must be a fit candidate for the work house.

The influence of this view on boys is illustrated by yesterday’s dispatches from Mound City, Mo., where a merchant shot a burglar engaged in robbing his store. The burglar proved to be the young son of one of the leading citizens of the place, and he confessed that he and ten other boys had founded an oath-bound robbers league based on suggestions from ‘Tow Sawyer.’ Before the pistol shot put an end to their depredations they had committed a series of robberies that had caused great excitement in the neighborhood.

The boy who was shot is dead of the wound, and if the corner’s jury returns a true verdict it will be that he came to his death at the hands of Samuel L. Clemens, who killed him for a certain sum of money obtained by the sale of a demoralizing and vicious book called the ‘Adventures of Tom Sawyer,’ the said book having for its purpose the demonstration of the theory that no man can be really great or good without having been a most extraordinary ruffin and blackguard in his youth.

It is an unfortunate fact that such stories as ‘Tom Sawyer’ are read with avidity by boys at a time when they are most impressionable, and a man of the persuasive power possessed by Mr. Clemens is two frequently able to convince them that to win the respect of mankind they must begin by being ruffins and toughs to the utmost extent of their talents. From the standpoint of the heroes of these books the boy who has been bred a gentleman must get rid of all ideas of decency and decorum before he is fit to be the associate of the ideal boys whom Mr. Clemens choose for his heroes.

If a father finds ‘Tow Sawyer’ or any other book of the ‘Tom Sawyer’ class in the house he should take it in the tongs and throw it behind the fire. It is a worse thing to have in the house than a snake or tarantula.”

~From The Abilene Reporter. (Abilene, Tex.), April 21, 1893 

Bit of a misleading headline there, Abilene Reporter.

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lambormaam:

Today I finished writing a paper for a class I dread and it’s due next week (//PUNCHES AIR), so I decided to reward myself with ice cream and developing tiny doodles from my notebook that my camera refuses to take proper quality photos of.

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Coming Home Again

askjoeharper:

The soft turning of the wagon’s wheels against the old roads had been almost enough to lull the tired boy to sleep. He shook his head and forced himself to stay awake for what seemed like the hundredth time. He couldn’t go to sleep, he wouldn’t allow himself to. Not just yet anyways. 

He helped his father place the new piece of equipment inside the mill, trying to be as quiet as possible. He glance up at the lofts, wondering if his young traveling friend was still there and hoping that, if he was there, they hadn’t disturbed him.  

Joe said goodnight to his Pa as the two parted ways, his father to take the horse back to the small stable and the boy back to the house. He was so grateful for having been able to go on this journey with his father, but he was thrilled to be home. 

He had missed Saint Petersburg a great deal. He had missed the river and the orchard. He had missed his family, of course, but the thing he had seemed to miss the most were his friends. He couldn’t wait to see them all again, Tom, Huck, the young traveler, his dear Snow, along with all the others to tell them all about his adventure. He hoped that they all were well and that nothing had happened to them while he was away. 

Joe smiled as his mother embraced him upon his entering the small house. He was happy that she was awake to see them both return safe and sound despite the rather late hour. He carefully climbed the stair way and popped his head into his sisters’ room, and was glad to find them both sleeping peacefully in their beds. 

He slowly crept back to his own bedroom, and began to prepare himself for bed. He looked out his window, smiling as he whispered a word of thanks to the stars for watching over his journey. After saying his prayers, the tired boy slipped into his bed. He sighed contently as his tiredness fully washed over him. 

He was home. 

// AAAHHHH

GOOD OL’ JOE HARPER YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH WE MISSED YOU

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benonceflawless:

Andy Mientus as Huck Finn.

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A St. Petersburg Housecall (RP with tomsawyr)

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

         ”I didn’t mean—oh, forget it.”

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         Well, now Tom felt miserable—and even more frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what to say. It was just one awkward mistake after another.

         ”Don’t worry about me no more. Let’s just go, alright?”

       Ten could sense the poor boy’s dilemma. So, instead of chiding him, or making him feel awful, he took the boy’s hand, eyes sparkling with sympathy.

       ”—You’re fine, you’re fine. I got it. Anyways, we can’t have the illustrious Tom Sawyer feeling down on our mission! And what is this mission, you ask?”

        He pulled the boy to the door, along with his trenchcoat from one of the coral rafters. “—To have fun!”

        Tom watched with curiosity at what the man was up to. It was a sudden change of pace, but the reveal was enough to make the boy crack a smile. With his excited bounce revived, he couldn’t help but laugh—

        “Now you’re talkin’!”

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dysphoricangel:

tomsawyr:

Tom drew closer with every word in great interest. It was the perfect haunting. But of course she would call it forbidden. That only made it more intriguing.

As the kindly old woman revealed every detail, Tom took it as a sort of permission to investigate. He cast a wide grin at Theo to see if she was on board for the adventure.

Theo looked a little shaken. She’d never heard Miss Lillian-Jean say this, and Theo had slept in the little room frequently, especially during the winter. However, the spooked feeling subsided, and she beamed back at top, an adventurous glint in her eyes. “I’m warnin’ you,” said the old woman, then dozed off. The girl nodded to Tom, and after pressing a kiss to the elder’s cheek, she quietly wheeled out of the room to let her sleep.

Tom let off a hushed mischievous laugh as he exited behind Theo. Once outside he turned to her knowing full well it didn’t need saying. He remembered seeing a white door down the hall—the destination was clear and he started off ahead of the girl in full-blown excitement.

"Let’s go!" he managed to shout in a coarse whisper, in case the old woman could still hear them outside.

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A St. Petersburg Housecall (RP with tomsawyr)

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

        Tom bit his lip as he’d already messed up in his speech. He was in for a terribly difficult time not letting anything else slip out if a phrase so casual to him was reprimanded.

        The awkward feeling only grew as the man pulled him into a hug. Not that he didn’t like hugs or affection, it was mostly the Doctor’s words that got to him. Tom just never had practice having a father (one that actually approved of him); it was all still new and would take getting used to. By and by, the frustration in his own lack of experience caused him to push away.

        “What part of ‘fine' don't you get, Pudd'nhead?”

       The Doctor’s eyebrows raised in shock. “—Fine then. No hugs.”

       Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was a bit hurt. Bearing his hearts to the boy, to get… rejected? Or was it the fact that the boy didn’t know any better. Ten assumed that Tom didn’t know what to do, and therefore lashed out. It wasn’t anything major, though.

       ”—Yeah. Sorry. Got a bit sappy there, didn’t I?” His tone was apologetic, and he hoped with every fiber of his being that Tom would understand that he’d just meant it in passing.

         ”I didn’t mean—oh, forget it.”

         Well, now Tom felt miserable—and even more frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what to say. It was just one awkward mistake after another.

         ”Don’t worry about me no more. Let’s just go, alright?”

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To die would be an awfully big adventure.
J.M. BarriePeter Pan (via feellng)
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