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@doctordetroits
don't you stop { don't you wonder why? } life itself pops in [ and takes you by SURPRISE! ]
now is the TIME to call the doctor❗
{ calling out for @doctordetroits! }
independent & mutually exclusive cliff skridlow - aka Doctor Detroit bamboozled by doc (29+)
estrangedaframian:
Dean trusted Clifford, including his judgement over something like a formal marriage proposal– If a ring was what’s inside the box, that is. That sort of tie wasn’t the most practical, given Dean’s line of work, but he would never say no in any case. God knows someone else could say yes to a lovely man (Dean’s words) such as one Clifford Skridlow.
“Oh. Well, you got it, Cliff-”
He smiled— Beamed— lifting the lid right on cue.
Dean’s eyes were naturally large but they grew larger still at the sight of the small piece of metal towards the bottom of the box.
“Is this OURS? C-Cliff, I’m speechless. I- I really am.”
cliff was beaming, too, when dean held up the keys. he nodded excitedly. “yeah! it’s ours! i figured you could come and go as you needed to, and i really needed to get the hell out of my parents’ house... but i wanted to have a place that was just for us. ours,” he repeated again with a bright smile.
You ever just... yell about #estrangedaframian??
@estrangedaframian
@estrangedaframian said: "I will choose you, over and over again. I will always choose you... I want you to be my forever... Think your folks will mind if I move in? To be honest, it's getting a little too cold out there to keep sneakin' in through the window every time I want to get in your pants and/or bed."
cliff blushed, nodding as he moved to kiss dean firmly on the lips. “well...” he chuckled softly. “kind of what i wanted to talk to you about... for your christmas present, and well... i suppose my christmas present to myself as well...” he fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box, inside held a key to their new apartment.
“well just open it and i’ll explain,” he said excitedly.
the-arkham-librarian:
“I am happy, I promise,” another kiss for good measure. “We’re gonna have a great Christmas Cliff. Oh! I meant to tell you. My parents sent gifts for us.”
“good, because i am, too,” he smiled, returning the kiss. “they did? that was very kind of them! do we get to open it now or are we waiting until tomorrow?” he asked, smile bright now.
the-arkham-librarian:
Silly man, how she loves him.
“I know, but you don’t have to run yourself ragged. It’s special because we’re together.” She pulls him in closer and plants a kiss on his lips.
“i just... i’ve never had a christmas to celebrate with someone special. it’s mostly my father complaining and my mother fawning over decorations. this is new for me... i wanna be sure you’re happy is all,” he said with a sheepish smile.
the way cliff just busts into the courtroom in a too small white suit playing a whole ass character that he built a major backstory on in the span of like 5 minutes just proves my point that he is absolutely a theater kid. there is no doubt.
@the-arkham-librarian: "Cliff," she puts a finger under his chin and turns his head to face her.
with a sigh, his eyes met hers as his head was directed towards her. “i know, i know... i just want to make this christmas special for you, eliza. i know i’m trying to do too much at once,” he said, turning his eyes downward, though his face remained where she guided it.
ways to love
feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed ! quotes taken from random sources or otome games. i claim no ownership whatsoever.
❛ you are the first person i ever loved. ❜
❛ i think you will be the last person i will ever love. ❜
❛ i need you to be my forever. ❜
❛ i still can’t believe i get to take you home with me every night. ❜
❛ i am undeniably falling for you. ❜
❛ on our way to forever, together. ❜
❛ i just can’t believe how beautiful you are. ❜
❛ i have fallen deeply, madly in love with you. ❜
❛ even if it takes 500 years, i will prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that i loved you. ❜
❛ you vanished from my life before i ever told you my feelings. and i’ve chased your shadow ever since then. ❜
❛ if i can’t have you, i have no reason to be alive ❜
❛ i’ve got so much more to lose without you by my side. ❜
❛ i never knew i could feel at ease just by someone holding me like this. ❜
❛ i felt very comfortable walking with you. so much, that i, myself forgot to strike up conversation. ❜
❛ surely your smile would make even the blossoming flowers blush. ❜
❛ in my heart, i have counted every time you have smiled at me, or spoken to me. ❜
❛ it doesn’t matter to me who you are. right now, you are by my side. that is enough. ❜
❛ you make me hate myself a little less whenever i’m with you. ❜
❛ i will choose you, over and over again. i will always choose you. ❜
❛ if you remember me, then i don’t care if everyone else forgets. ❜
❛ in case you ever foolishly forget: i am never not thinking of you. ❜
❛ i like myself better when i’m with you. ❜
❛ i love you more than i hate everyone else. ❜
❛ you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope… i have loved none but you. ❜
❛ i wish i had done everything with you. ❜
❛ i wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. ❜
❛ you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you. ❜
❛ each time you happen to me all over again. ❜
❛ i could list a hundred things i like about you, and i still wouldn’t have said anything. ❜
❛ the minute i heard my first love story, i started looking for you. ❜
❛ i look at you and i would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world. ❜
❛ you are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. ❜
❛ you might not have been my first love, but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant. ❜
❛ i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. ❜
❛ they could offer me anything in the world, and i would ask for you. ❜
❛ you are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its better half. ❜
❛ my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever. ❜
❛ if I were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. ❜
❛ i do love nothing in the world so well as you — is that not strange? ❜
❛ if you ever have need of my life, come and take it. it is yours anyways. ❜
❛ i’ve never had a moment’s doubt. i love you. ❜
❛ every second with you outweighs days of life before i met you. ❜
❛ you weren’t doing a thing that i could see, except standing there, holding the universe together. ❜
❛ i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. ❜
❛ i want to know you moved and breathed in the same world as me. ❜
– Anything in parentheses (abc) feel free to delete! – Anything in square brackets [abc] feel free to change! – This is a long post, so please remember to tag “long post tw” or some kind of varient of the sort so you don’t clog mobile users dashes/people who don’t have “shorten posts.” turned on! :D
“Doesn’t this seem like a bit much?”
“This is what Christmas is all about! Can’t you feel it?”
“You guys, where are we? I think we should go back.”
“Serves them right, those Yuletide-loving sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!”
“I really don’t like them. No, I don’t.”
“I’ve been much too tolerant of these (Whovenile) delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks.”
“So, they want to get to know me, do they?”
“I guess I could use a little social interaction.”
“Yeah, you bet. Ho, ho, ho, and stuff…”
“You see, [name]? The city is a dangerous place.”
“Now, please, don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.”
“Well, it’s just, I look around at you and [Mom] and everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn’t this seem…superfluous?”
“I think they were up on the mountain playing with matches, or defacing public property, or….”
“Take a look at his mailbox, (sweetie). Not a single Christmas card, in or out… Ever!”
“And for the rest of you: Jury duty! Jury duty! Jury duty! Blackmail. Pink slip. Chain letter. Eviction notice. Jury duty!”
“Well, that worked out nicely.”
“[Max], let’s go. Our work here is finished.”
“Don’t you know you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you? What’s your problem? Are you a wild animal?”
“Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o.”
“You’ve been practicing your Christmas wrapping! I am so proud of you.”
“My, I’ve never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, [Betty Lou!]”
“It’s handcrafted and almost 100 years old.”
“Come on, hurry up, Slowpoke.”
“What’s that stench? It’s fantastic!”
“One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.”
“Did Christmas change or just me?“
“First floor, factory rejects.”
“But we did our worst. And that’s all that matters.”
“At least I scared the bejeebles out of that little [girl] at the post office. [She]’ll be scarred for life, if we’re lucky.”
“Funny she didn’t rat on us, though. Must be afraid of reprisals.”
“If you utter so much as one syllable I’ll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!”
“I’ve got all the company I need right here.”
“I’m an idiot!”
“You’re an idiot!”
“Am I just eating because I’m bored?”
“In your own words, please tell me everything you know about [the Grinch.]”
“Hey, honey, our baby is here! He looks just like your boss.”
“It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night.”
“Do you want a Christmas cookie?”
“Don’t forget, tomorrow is our big Christmas gift exchange.Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.”
“You don’t have a chance with [her].”
“It was a horrible day when they were so cruel to [him]. And I could hardly bear it.”
“And that was the last time we ever saw [him]. The very last time.”
“I hate you.Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely!”
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
“I may do something drastic.”
“You made that up! It doesn’t say that.”
“But the book does say: The cheer-meister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most.”
“Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant.”
“The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!”
“You called down the thunder now, get ready for the boom!”
“Gaze into the face of fear!”
“You see? Even now the terror is welling up inside you.”
“Run for your life before I kill again!”
“Maybe you need a time-out.”
“Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television.”
“"Holiday Whobie-what-y"?”
“I know you hate Christmas, but what if it’s all just a misunderstanding?”
“I myself am having some Yuletide doubts.”
“Award? You never mentioned an award!”
“Was anyone emotionally shattered?”
“Come on, a minute ago I couldn’t shut you up! Details, details!”
“I don’t know if it’s that adorable twinkle in your eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me.”
“Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life!”
“You can make snow angels later.”
“The nerve of those (Whos). Inviting me down there on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn’t allow it.”
“4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me… I can’t cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked! If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I’d have time to lay in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.”
“It’s not a dress, it’s a kilt! Sicko!”
“This is ridiculous. If I can’t find something nice to wear, I’m not going! That’s it, I’m not going.”
“Ohh, ahh, mmm… That’s it, I’m not going.”
“[He] isn’t here. What? [He] didn’t show? Who could have predicted this?
“All right. I’ll swing by for a minute, allow them to envy me grab a handful of popcorn shrimp, and blow out of there.”
“But what if it’s a cruel prank? What if it’s a cash bar? How dare they!”
“All right, I’ll go. But I’ll be fashionably late.”
“All right. I’ve made my decision! I’m going, and that’s that!”
“Come on, while I’m young!”
“But first, a little family reunion.”
“Are you two still living?”
“Sweater? What are you talkin’ about? No, I can’t! I can’t do that!”
“No. I can’t do it, honestly. I’m not ready. It’s too much, too soon!”
“I’ve got a lawyer. There’ll be hell to pay!”
“Look at the time. I really should be getting back.”
“Bring it on! Is that all you got? Is that all you got? Come on!”
“That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? That’s what it’s always been about!”
“Look, I don’t want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!”
“There is, however one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful. Mistletoe.”
“Burn, baby! Burn!”
“Evening, folks. Mind if I ride along? You might want to scooch over.”
“You fellas all right? How about a nice hat?”
“I’m hurt, [Lou]. I’m hurt, and I don’t hurt easily.”
“But you and your family…. I’m so disappointed.”
“I just wanted everybody to be together for Christmas.”
“Suffering snorkelblatz! They’re relentless!”
“Oh, no. I’m speaking in rhyme!”
“I must stop this whole thing. Why for year after year I’ve put up with it now.”
“Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas? Wrong-o!”
“If you’re not going to help me then you might as well…”
“You’re as cuddly as a cactus and as charming as an eel.”
“Just face the music, you’re a monster.”
“Your heart’s an empty hole.”
“I asked for three-quarters, not five-eighths. Stay focused!”
“Air bag is a little slow. But that’s what these tests are for!”
“Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for it!”
“Probably lives up there to avoid the taxes.”
“No, forget that part. We’ll improvise.”
“Saving Christmas was a lousy ending. Way too commercial.”
“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m going to throw up, and then I’m gonna die!”
“[Mommy], tell it to stop!”
“Almost lost my cool there.”
“It’s Santa! Go right back to sleep.”
“[He]’s planning a double-twisting interrupted forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike. High degree of difficulty.”
“Blasted water weight! Goes right to my hips.”
“Okay, fellas. Show time.”
“[Mr. Santa], what are you doing with our tree?”
“[Santa], what’s Christmas really about?”
“I know [he]’s mean and hairy and smelly. [His] hands might be cold and clammy. But I think [he]’s actually kind of sweet.”
“Nice kid. Bad judge of character.”
“Clearance sale. Everything must go.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, [Max]?”
“What an embarrassment! I’ve been robbed!”
“I wonder who could have done this.”
“But did anyone listen to me? No.”
“[Cindy], I hope you’re very proud of what you’ve done.”
“You’re glad. You’re glad everything is gone. You’re glad that [the Grinch] virtually wrecked…. No, not wrecked, pulverized Christmas. Is that what I’m hearing?”
“You can’t hurt Christmas, [Mr. Mayor], because it isn’t about the gifts or the contests or the fancy lights. That’s what [Cindy]’s been trying to tell everyone! And me. [She]’s been trying to tell me.”
“What’s wrong with you? This is a child!”
“[She]’s my child. And she happens to be right, by the way.”
“I don’t need anything more for Christmas than this right here, my family!”
“Now for the final note in my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness! The crescendo of my odious opus! The wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It’ll be like music to my ears!”
“Somehow or other, it came Just the same!”
“How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
“Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
“Help me! I’m feeling!”
“What’s happening to me? I’m all toasty inside. And I’m leaking?”
“All right, that’s enough! Knock it off! beat it! Get out of here! One step at a time!
“Wait! This can’t happen! It shouldn’t! It couldn’t! It mustn’t! It wouldn’t! Not now, not then, not ever again!”
“What are you doing up there!?”
“I came to see you. No one should be alone on Christmas.”
“I got you, [Cindy Lou]!”
“Are you kiddin’? The sun is bright and the powder’s bitchin’!”
“Now scoot over! It’s my turn to drive!”
“Now you listen to me, [young] [lady]! Even if we’re horribly mangled there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.”
“By the way, these lights match your outfit perfectly.”
“This could be more difficult to negotiate.”
“Out of the way! I have no insurance!”
“Run for your lives! Watch out, I can’t stop!”
“Aren’t you gonna cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?”
“Sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.”
“Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.”
“There’s nothin’ like the holidays.”
“Too late! That’ll be mine.”
don’t you stop { don’t you wonder why? } life itself pops in [ and takes you by SURPRISE! ]
now is the TIME to call the doctor❗
{ calling out for @doctordetroits! }
independent & mutually exclusive cliff skridlow - aka Doctor Detroit bamboozled by doc (29+)
Thank you past me for making an easy to remember login 👀
It's a Cliff day today methinks...
PUT A ♡ IN THE ASK IF YOUR MUSE HAS A CRUSH ON MINE.
estrangedaframian:
“… Let’s just say you’re now officially the only person who knows I’ve seen it…” One of the things Dean really liked ( if found curious ) about Cliff, was how the prof would often see what Dean meant without him having to say a single word.
“It’s basically Pygmalion for the 90s date-movie crowd,” he explained, knowing the mention of theatre and Greek myth alike would easily reach Skridlow. And maybe even get Dean out of looking really lame! Not that dweeby Cliff was one to judge.
cliff smiled fondly, nodding a bit. “chick flick, then,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging upward. a secret cliff would take to the grave. at the mention of pygmalion, one of cliff’s brows raised. dean winchester was nothing if not filled with surprises. there was nothing that dean could ever do to look lame in cliff’s eyes. clifford skridlow was the lame one and he would, forever, be that.
but dean and his classic car with his scruffy face and oh, those bright green eyes... well... dean winchester was the cool guy. clifford could never compare.
“you never cease to amaze me. you’re aware of that, right?” cliff asked, eyes narrowing playfully. “was this your way of telling me that i should watch the film and if that is the case... would you accompany me?” he smiled, meeting dean’s gaze.
estrangedaframian:
“Is it just me or did every single VHS copy of She’s All That— ever produced— end up spread out across every single Goodwill Industries across America?”
“There’s gotta be at least ten to every store!”
“was it a bad film?” cliff asks seriously. he’s never seen it. never even heard of it.
CONSIDER;
DOCTOR DETROIT 2: THE WRATH OF MOM
which sadly never happened, but cliff picking the doctor back up and running chicago like a B O S S
SOMEONE GIVE THIS TO ME
i want mob boss cliff who gets lost in the persona of the doctor
