#terror blorbo bracket

[hacash]

It's the final, so no propaganda this week! I'm just going to let these two beautifu, fucked-up-in-very-different-but-equally-fun-to-watch characters speak for themselves. Either way you get a blorbo who ultimately dies a horrible death because their loyalty issues ended up with them imprinting like a baby bird on an individual who ultimately couldn't save them; it's just a matter of choosing whether it's more delicious to you if

a: that individual tried to do everything right and still couldn't make it despite your blorbo's devotion; the love was there, it didn't change anything, but the love was there!

or b: that individual completely and knowingly fucked your blorbo over and he knew it was happening but was in too deep after screwing up his life to get out and just had to keep going further into exquisitely painful hell.

(Or, you can choose whether you go for a dark-haired dashing Disney prince who becomes the most sickly whump character in the history of whump, or a unioniser in that slutty-waisted red Marines jacket who just gets scruffier and more chained up as time goes on. No judgement here.)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #thomas jopson #solomon tozer #(considering how shit tozer's life ends up it'll probably be very appropriate for him to inevitably lose to jopson ngl)

[original-character-championship]

Bracket C Round 1

Poll 4

Layren Atelie (@murrittimeswithscar) vs. Argus (@mojothemaltipoo)

135. Layren Atelie (@murrittimeswithscar)

he/him

hes like a mary sue but cooler. hes a ghost. hes in purgatory. hes actually alive. hes dying but not really. he lives in the forest and terrorizes travelers by roleplaying with them. hes scottish (?). the reason he does this is unknown. he's friends with the protagonist and she fucking hates him. he only exists to get on her nerves. he talks weird. hes out there so Watch Out.

a troll like from homestuck, he's read and wears a shirt that's white and puffy on one side and a black dess shirt-ish on the other. he has shades and a crown, as well as very short imp-ish horns and a black cape with a red pentagram on the back. his skin and hair is lighter than a regular troll and he has necrosis on his hands. also he has grey pants and red dress shoes.

136. Argus (@mojothemaltipoo)

He/They/It

Argus should win because they are not only peak blorbo material, but they have everything a good OC needs! Traumatic backstory? Check! Cool powers and abilities? Check! Appealing design? Check! Gay? Checkity-Check!

Argus is the ultimate bitch-boy, babygirl, blorbo, who needs no introduction! (Except, of course, when it does need an introduction.)

Make the right call, Tumblr citizens, and vote for Argus! The most blorbo of them all!

Argus is technically two beings in one, the first being a humanoid. The humanoid has red-ish brown, curly hair. He has black and gold armor and a black scarf. And his eyes are covered by a blindfold that can't come off.

The other being is a giant eye that follows the first around. the eye appears to be made of glass, but it is generally indestructible. Its pupil is black most of the time, but occasionally glows a pale blue. And it has five gold spikes that surround it. The spikes represent Argus' life span. When all five break, they die.

#oc championship #tournament poll #bracket c #round 1 #135 layren atelie #136 argus

[isqueedmyself]

The Bracket

Kate Stewart did not admit to watching television, at least not at work. At UNIT Headquarters, she was all business: alien threats and ancient undersea terrors and psychotic extraterrestrials in Number 10. One had to concentrate on the real things, not television.

Particularly not television featuring women who loved other women, beautiful women Kate's age who could do a sultry look that would have every pair of lesbian or bisexual knees in Unit HQ going totally wobbly.

Of course, that was probably just Kate's knees, but that was enough.

She was surfing the web on her phone, not wanting the browser history of her government computer to reflect her extracurricular explorations.

And what explorations! There was a bracket, a tournament-style voting arrangement for people to select their choice for the sexiest sapphic.

There were more than fifty of them, she saw as she scrolled through the options, and they were all gorgeous.

Well, not that one so much. Not the cartoon duck. Feathers on skin… Kate closed her eyes briefly, then snapped them back open.

No. Just no. Kate kept scrolling, kept enjoying one offering after another.

But… but that woman from the American teen show? The one Kate sometimes caught herself looking at in inappropriate ways when she watched certain episodes alone?

That woman was losing.

Losing two to one, to somebody's mother from a newspaper show from DECADES ago!

Honestly!

Kate shared the poll to several of her clandestine social media accounts, closed her phone and went back to work.

OOO

Osgood did not understand why her boss persisted in using her phone to surf the Internet at UNIT headquarters. It certainly bought her no privacy; UNIT monitored every communication in and out of the building, even the sandwich deliveries.

This, though, might prove embarrassing if it got out. Apparently the boss was a fangirl. A lesbian fangirl.

Osgood knew Kate had been married, and had met her ex-wife Valentina. She had seen her boss get into a lustful gaze with Missy from all the way across the room that had had the Doctor twisting in place until Osgood thought he might screw himself into the floor. Osgood had no illusions about Kate's sexuality, but she hadn't thought poultry would be on the menu. At least, not with the feathers still on.

But Kate was a fan of that long-legged redhead with the sultry voice and the tendancy to alternate the genders of the people she dated.

Maybe Kate liked freckles. Her blorbo certainly had a delightful array of them scattered across her breastbone. Osgood licked her lips, just a bit. Very nice.

But she was losing. She was losing the poll. She was going to be eliminated in the first round.

Well, not if Osgood could help it. She opened her secure browser and started her security penetration protocol.

OOO

"Miss Osgood?" Kate called. "Could you step in her for a moment? And close the door."

Uh-oh. Osgood followed Kate into her office. The images from the bracket were openly displayed on Kate's monitor.

"Network security has informed me that someone has been using UNIT bandwidth for unauthorized purposes, to wit, hacking a fan sight."

"Wow," said Osgood. "Who would do a thing like that?"

"No idea," said Kate. "I'd like you to look into it, though, and make very sure it doesn't happen again."

"Perhaps a certain degree of professional education might help," said Osgood. "Certain employees might not be aware that communications by any device over UNIT's network are open to inspection--tablets, phones, FitBits, everything."

"FitBits?" said Kate.

Osgood nodded sagely. "Some of the guys from IT nag me if my step count gets too low. This, though…."

"This is illicit," said Kate, "and it can't happen again."

"I'll take care of it, ma'am," Osgood assured her. On screen, the freckly redhead was now firmly in the lead in the first round. She would continue to pick up a substantial number of votes until the poll closed, unless someone shut down the worm Osgood had planted.

"She's very pretty," Osgood told her boss, who was looking at the screen.

"Yes, she is," said Kate. They both looked at the screen for a moment.

And then, somehow, Kate was looking into Osgood's eyes, and Osgood was sinking into those dark amber pools and feeling herself swept away, and away, and away.

A few moments later, Osgood came out of Kate's office and pulled the door closed. She held her head high and strode across the outer office, not meeting the eyes of anyone who might have anything to say about the furious blush burning across her cheekbones.

#fanfiction #Doctor Who #Kate Stewart #Jemma Redgrave #Petronella Osgood #Ingrid Oliver

[hetchdrive]

I want the terror blorbo bracket to come down to Jopson and Irving and then I want them to kiss.

[toyourlovemp3]

thank you to the terror blorbo bracket for helping me discover even more guys from this show. i wonder when i will exhaust that white boy pipeline.

#txt

[hacash]

The poll I get yelled at for.

Propaganda

John Bridgens: Probably would cry if he knew you were voting for him over Henry Peglar, and honestly, isn’t that everything you want in a blorbo? Literally wanders off into the great empty wilderness to die when his beloved dies, and if that isn’t some straight-up gothic poetic gay shit I don’t know what is.

Henry Peglar: Just?? So soft?? Literally every scene Peglar appears in is just his big brown eyes and an expression of absolute gentleness. Not a gentleman, but a Gentle Man, which is arguably much better. If ‘John, can we sleep?’ didn’t break your soul into a million pieces you’re a stronger man than I am.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #john bridgens #henry peglar

[hacash]

Two guys who totally subverted my expectations going head-to-head.

Propaganda

Edward Little: Little as a concept is so funny to me because you've got an officer played by Matthew McNulty and the vibe you'd expect to get from him is probably brooding, Byronic hero because that's what you'd expect, right? Instead he's just this Guy who is clearly trying and is totally over his head and should really be a stay-at-home dad or a supportive coach for an under-10s football club. Something that involves handing out lunchables and ruffling hair. Everything else is beyond him. Just let him sleep.

Thomas Jopson: We all know Jopson is the kindest, the sweetest, the most loyal, the most Disney Prince, etc, but I do love that every so often there's something that reminds the audience that Jopson has a bit of bite to him. Staring down Hickey and refusing to engage in his power play at the beginning of 'Camp Terror Clear'; teasing Crozier for shaving away his job. Jopson's whole thing is to serve, but you get a sense that no-one gets away with pushing him around, and it's so sad that he never got to spread his wings further.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #edward little #thomas jopson

[hacash]

Two men who - I'll be honest - probably shouldn't have been allowed to go outside without someone holding their hand.

Propaganda

George Hodgson: I read a post recently that said Hodgson is probably the tallest of the Terror lieutenants and I still can’t believe it. That’s how much Hodgson gives off ‘five foot tall haunted Victorian doll’ vibes to me by the end of the show. In the course of ten episodes he somehow manages to channel both Bertie Wooster and a deranged little goblin who you have to stop eating thumbtacks; surely on Tumblr there is no greater blorbo.

John Irving: Although so many of the characters have good arcs, I feel like no-one has such an interesting shift as Irving. Starting off as a religious legalist giving advice which sits poorly with a modern audience but for the time would have been incredibly lenient; clearly stiff and buttoned-up but cuts loose at the Carnivale; shows genuine joy at Jopson's promotion...and all this before he meets the Netsilik. There's so much repression and real heart to unpack with Irving, and I maintain his scene with the Netsilik people is one of the most emotional moments in the show - made worse by the fact that Irving shows so much potential to be such a good man, before seeing it all stolen away.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #george hodgson #john irving

[hacash]

Which man here totally broke your heart into teeny tiny pieces?

Propaganda

John Bridgens (Officers’ Steward) – Shaped like kindness. Eyebrows of kindness. Nose of kindness. Promised Fitzjames poems on his deathbed. How can this man not break your heart. Also for those crippled by the inevitable passage of time such as I, he was Archibald Craven in The Secret Garden (1993)! Of course he's wonderful! His heart was melted by the power of love and flowers!

Henry Collins (Second Master) - Such a brave little guy! Went down into the deep in scuba gear I guarantee was not OSHA-approved! Was willing to throw himself into the Arctic for Billy Orren's sake! It also strikes me that he'd be a lot of fun to get high with, for obvious reasons.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #john bridgens #henry collins

[hacash]

Baby-faced guys named Tom showdown!

Propaganda

Thomas Evans - You know what's a really cute scene? When Hickey's trying to stir shit by asking the cabin boys what rank Neptune would be, and Evans gets adorably into it and is seriously super-cute. And then he goes home safely and nothing bad ever happens to him, the end.

Tom Hartnell - Categorically did nothing wrong, ever; although what makes him that much more awesome is that he did fuck up by helping to abduct Silna, and then faced up to that by working to reform! We love a guy who fully goes for a reformation arc. Also he's super sweet and respectful to Silna and is fully down to sacrifice himself for his crewmates; I love him so much.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #thomas evans #tom hartnell

[hacash]

Men who've built their lives on fundamental beliefs and then see those values crumble before their very eyes! Fuck yeah!

Propaganda

John Irving: You know the nice little understated moment in this scene? Irving taking off his officer's hat as a sign of respect as he goes down to the Netsilik, even though they a: wouldn't recognise it as a sign of respect and b: aren't people an English naval officer would be taught to respect. Baby had so much potential just hiding inside him and it was just starting to come out. Sniff.

Solomon Tozer: 'Be honest, hacash, you're using a picture of Tozer at his scruffiest, literally in chains, to leverage the Horny Terror Fandom vote, aren't you?' Yes. Yes, I am.

(But also I love this scene because watching a man who has fucked up realise that he's fucked up and that there's nothing he can do to change it - and using those last moments to help his friends even though it ain't gonna do a blind bit of difference - is like actual candy to me. The Sheer Anguish of making a shit choice and being stuck with it. Poetry.)

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #john irving #solomon tozer #(look hartnell irving and tozer are my three faves I was gonna get ONE of them to the final come hell or high water)

[hacash]

GAY ANGUISH. ALL THE GAY ANGUISH.

Propaganda

John Bridgens: If you don't blorbify a man who walked out into the literal abyss to literally sit down and die after losing the man he loved, do you really belong on tumblr?

Thomas Jopson: On the other hand, if you don't blorbify the other man who hauled himself over broken rocks with the last of his dying strength to reach the man he loved, I would also question your place on this hallowed hellsite.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #john bridgens #thomas jopson

[hacash]

Sandy-haired boys showdown; aka. my two personal faves' showdown. Basically whoever wins this, I will be simultaneously delighted and devastated.

Propaganda

Tom Hartnell: Hear me out: who on the entire expedition would you rather have your back than Tom Hartnell? I've waxed lyrical before about the fact that my boy is always the comforting presence in the background: with Silna, with David Young, with Goodsir, with Golding. Fundamentally just a lovely decent Kind Boy (with a bit of bite to him), and we need more Kind Boy blorbos out there.

Solomon Tozer: Listen to me. Listen. Before you vote, just go back to The Terror and rewatch two scenes. First: Tozer mouthing off to Little while at gunpoint and coaxing him to join the mutineers. Second: Tozer talking about seeing Collins’ soul devoured and begging Hickey not to take them near the Tuunbaq. Half my terror tag is about how Tozer is just the Most (and the prettiest) on this show; we love a blorbo who fucks up hard and then is emotionally tormented by it.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #solomon tozer #tom hartnell

[hacash]

Battle of...the guys who seem to be having a shit time throughout their entire existence in the Arctic, sorry, I couldn't think of another thing that links these guys

Propaganda

Charles des Voeux (Second Mate) – Does a really entertainingly bad pantomime of a guy who’s terrified he’s going to be murdered in his bed at any given moment. ‘Oh, Tozer, I totally heard those nasty Netsilik coming to kill us! Could you please hold my hand and maybe also give me a gun, I’m so very scared.’ Even Crispe was obviously not convinced.

Edward Little (First Lieutenant) – Dare I say, the very antithesis of his counterpart Gore? This man has never had a good day in his life. Even when he's having fun he's secretly having a bad day. Existence torments him. Life is pure torture. Poor guy.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #charles des voeux #edward little

[hacash]

Disney prince face-off!

Propaganda

Thomas Jopson (Captain’s Steward) – Has shot smaller hawks than you, yet still manages to be the sweetest guy on the entire expedition. Should have been allowed to shoot Hickey just a little bit. Just as a treat.

Graham Gore (First Lieutenant) - Look at him. So dashing. So debonair. So impaled. Was also nice to Goodsir, which says it all.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #thomas jopson #graham gore

[hacash]

Fight to the death of the Lieutenants! We're having a bit of a benjo on, chaps.

Propaganda

Henry le Vesconte (Second Lieutenant) – This man put his entire pussy into the pronunciation of one word and I respect him so much for it. Look at him posing there. He knew he was getting a couple of scenes max and by God he was going to eat the scenery raw while doing it.

George Hodgson (Second Lieutenant) – Has possibly the darkest character arc in the entire series; starts off gushing about the clavier and Fitzjames’ battles in China and ends up eating his crewmate off bone china plates and telling himself that everything’s going to be alright. Probably fell into the disillusionment pit the hardest, ngl.

(You can vote on the rest of the blorbo bracket here - reblog for a better sample size!)

#the terror #terror blorbo bracket #henry le vesconte #george hodgson