#& fred f.

[diana-andraste]

[Girl in sheer drapery on leopard skin, in nature, reclining], Fred Holland Day, c. 1897

[httpvomitello]

Y/N: Fred, I just found out that my Patronus is a pigeon.

Fred: Really? Well, I think it suits you.

Y/N: How exactly does a pigeon suit me?

Fred: Because you’re always stealing bits of my lunch.

Y/N: ...That’s it, I’m getting a new boyfriend.

Fred: Too late, love. We’re bound for life now.

[weirdlookindog]

“The things our terror dreams are built on”

Fred Humiston (1902-1976) - Heading for William F. Temple's 'Triangle of Terror'

(Weird Tales Vol.42 #4, May, 1950)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Kirk Alyn as Blackhawk (1952)

[grimmicks]

"I could smell that honeysuckle again."

Double Indemnity (1944) dir. Billy Wilder

[capn-twitchery]

happy feast of the rose (don't look at the calendar, it's totally still february, i swear)

grace learns that accepting twitch's invite to the ball was a mistake, maybe

(begging you to fullview, veil-less version under the cut bc i like it just as much >:3)

get dipped idiot

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

The Werewolf | 1956

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Did this favourite character bingo but it's with my beloved crushes –w–

Your free to try it out if you want!

Characters in order (left to right)

First row

Zavok (Sonic)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

Ragdoll (The Batman 2004 Series)

Vulture (The Spectacular Spider Man)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Second row

Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Doc Ock (Spectacular Spider Man)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Freaky Fred (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Third row

Sub Zero (Mortal Kombat)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Fourth row

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Katz (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

Emperor Zurg (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

Fifth row

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Mad Hatter (Batman: The Animated Series)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

[sillysnaildraws]

*Crawls out from the void.*

Hi, can I interest you some MCSM drawings I did?

Here.

Genderbend Romeo, my beloved...

Also, have a little sneak peak a my current WIP.

Bye bye.

*Dissapears back into the void.*

[rhythmic-idealist]

the thing is, Fred does have a catchphrase, it's just not one he says when he's surprised. (considering Fred's steady, confident energy, tbh this makes sense.)

Daphne says jeepers, Scooby says yikes and ruh-roh, Shaggy says zoinks, Velma says jinkies,

Fred says GANG

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

i just saw a wolfstar fan art and dead ass thought "wow ive never seen fred and sirius be shipped together before, thats so cool :3" whats this flavour of brainrot called

[httpvomitello]

That's My Girl *⁠.⁠✧

george weasley x f!reader

The Burrow was even cozier than George had described. It was alive with magic, warmth, and a kind of chaotic charm that you couldn’t help but find endearing—at least in theory. In practice, it was overwhelming. You weren’t used to so many people all talking, laughing, and bustling around at once. The whole Weasley family seemed to radiate energy, and being the shy, quiet person you were, it made you feel a bit out of place.

George must have noticed the way you lingered in the doorway, biting your lip and fiddling nervously with the hem of your sweater. He came back to you, his bright grin softening into something more tender as he took your hand.

“Alright, love?” he asked quietly, his thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles.

You nodded, though your heart was pounding. “I’m just… nervous. They’re all so…” You trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Loud?” George teased gently, leaning in so only you could hear. “Mad? A little too much?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at that, and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to make your chest flutter. “They’ll love you, you know. But more importantly, I love you.”

Before you could answer, Fred’s unmistakable voice rang out from the kitchen. “Oi! Don’t hog her, George. Let the rest of us meet her properly!”

George groaned theatrically, but his arm stayed firmly around your waist as he guided you into the bustling kitchen. Molly Weasley was at the stove, her wand directing several pots and pans, while Arthur and Ron debated something enthusiastically at the table. Ginny was perched on a chair, laughing at something Hermione had said.

“Everyone,” George announced, his voice loud enough to carry but not so loud it made you flinch, “this is Y/N. Be nice. She’s already met Fred, so she knows just how insufferable we can be.”

Fred shot him a grin. “You’re the insufferable one, brother dear. Y/N and I got on splendidly.”

You smiled politely, but the sheer number of eyes on you made your palms sweat. Molly was the first to approach, pulling you into a motherly hug that smelled of cinnamon and something floral. “It’s so lovely to meet you, dear,” she said warmly, stepping back to look at you. “George hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

“Mum,” George groaned, though his cheeks were tinged pink.

From there, you were swept into introductions, handshakes, and quick, cheerful chatter. Everyone was kind, but it was still a lot—too many voices, too many questions, and too much noise for someone who thrived in quieter spaces. George must have noticed, because he stayed by your side the entire time, a steady, grounding presence.

At one point, during a particularly loud bout of laughter from Fred and Ron, you felt George’s arm tighten around your waist. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re doing amazing, love. Want to step outside for a bit? Get some air?”

You nodded, relief washing over you. George led you out into the garden, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the heat and noise of the kitchen. Fireflies flickered in the twilight, and the sounds of the Burrow faded into the background.

George turned to you, his hands gentle on your arms. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath. “It’s just… a lot. I didn’t want to seem rude.”

“You’re not rude,” he said firmly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re perfect. They love you already—I can tell. But if it’s too much, you don’t have to push yourself. I’ll stay out here with you as long as you want.”

His words made your chest ache in the best way. You looked up at him, his warm brown eyes filled with nothing but love and understanding, and you knew he meant every word.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Anytime, love. Now, what do you say we stay out here for a bit longer? I’ll even let you laugh at Fred’s bad jokes from a safe distance.”

You laughed, and George’s grin widened.

The garden was a peaceful haven compared to the lively chaos inside. You could still hear snippets of conversation and laughter floating through the open kitchen window, but out here, the only things surrounding you were the gentle hum of crickets and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. George guided you to a wooden bench tucked under a trellis of climbing roses, and you sank into it gratefully.

He sat beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders as naturally as if it had always been there. The warmth of him, the familiar scent of his cologne, and the quiet hum of his voice as he started talking were all grounding.

“You know,” he began, his tone playful but soft, “when Fred and I first started our shop, we had to pitch the idea to Mum and Dad. Well, Fred did most of the talking because I froze up halfway through. I’m pretty sure I just stood there like a right idiot while he convinced them we weren’t about to blow up Diagon Alley.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You got nervous? You?”

George chuckled, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “Course I did. Just because I’m loud doesn’t mean I don’t get overwhelmed sometimes, too. Especially when something’s important.”

That admission made your heart squeeze. You tilted your head to rest against his shoulder, drawing comfort from the steady rhythm of his breathing. “It’s hard not to feel like I stick out,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Your family is so… close and outgoing. And I’m—”

“Perfect,” George interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re exactly who I want to bring around them. Doesn’t matter if you’re quiet, loud, or anything in between. I’d drag you to a family dinner every night if I could.”

You let out a small laugh, and he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “You’re good with words,” you teased lightly.

“Good thing, too,” he quipped, “otherwise, how else would I convince you to stick with me?”

The two of you stayed in the garden for a while longer. George plucked a rose from the trellis and tucked it behind your ear with a flourish, murmuring, “Beautiful,” before pulling you close again. The sound of distant laughter mingled with the chirping crickets, and for the first time that evening, you felt like you could breathe.

After a while, George leaned down so you could see the mischievous glint in his eye. “Think you’re ready to head back in? Or shall I tell them we’ve eloped and left for the continent?”

You laughed, the sound bright and light in the evening air. “I think we can handle a little more time inside.”

He smiled, kissed your knuckles, and stood, offering you his hand. “That’s my girl.”

Inside, the atmosphere was still loud and bustling, but somehow, it didn’t seem so overwhelming anymore. George kept you close, his hand entwined with yours as he steered you toward Ginny and Hermione, who were chatting in the corner. The two girls welcomed you warmly, and before you knew it, Ginny was sharing a funny story about the twins’ antics as children, Hermione chiming in occasionally to add her own observations. George stayed by your side, his arm brushing yours, but gave you enough space to engage in the conversation at your own pace.

At one point, Fred caught George’s eye from across the room and raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing. George grinned, a look of pure affection on his face as he glanced down at you. When Fred mouthed something that suspiciously looked like smitten, George didn’t even bother denying it. He just nodded, his thumb stroking your hand.

As the evening went on, the Weasleys began to settle into their usual routines. Molly started cleaning up the kitchen with Arthur’s help, Ginny and Hermione got into a lively debate about Quidditch teams, and Fred and Ron began a spirited chess match. You stayed close to George, and he stayed close to you, always making sure you were comfortable and never once leaving you to fend for yourself.

By the time the night wound down and George escorted you to the small guest room they’d prepared for you, you felt a surprising sense of belonging. He closed the door behind you and turned to you with a smile, his hands finding your waist.

“See? Survived the first Weasley gauntlet,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

You smiled, your nerves from earlier a distant memory. “Only because I had you.”

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “You’ll always have me, love. Always.”

With a gentle kiss goodnight, George left you to rest while he went to take a shower and then come back to, according to him, go to sleep cuddling. As you lay in bed, the sound of the Burrow settling for the night in the background, you couldn’t help but feel like this place—and these people—might just feel like home someday.

[bliplitz]

Courage the cowardly dog self insert!?!?🕸🪻

I tricked my brain into having a crush on freaky fred oops—in my mind, ctcd takes place in the 70s hehe

Her name is Elle, and she has a cute ( but kinda weird and disturbing) relationship w/ freaky Fred

I imagine they meet at the hospital they both live at— and nobody cares enough to separate them even though it's most likely 100% against the rules.

*I have my own version of (a more domesticated) fred that I MIGHT draw hehe

Bonus doodle of Elle and my friends ctcd oc Tango— @rothobone

[shapituha]

[frenchcurious]

Maison Graf (duplex) à Bozeman, Montana. Conçu par Fred F. Willson en 1941. - source Casey Dunham via Art Deco.

[elisedonut]

ao3 writers stop tagging every member of the Weasley family when only some of them contribute to the story challenge (impossible)