#IN ANY UNIVERSE

[matchstique]

Ooh but for the doodle maybe Raph and Casey shenanigans? Any iteration u want~

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

[brbrbeatrice]

Spiderman Charlie is my fav

[mollywog]

Katniss initiated proposals are my kryptonite

[beck404]

“I like to think we could find each other in any universe”

credits to: aliceosemanart via instagram!!

GUYS WHEN I TELL YOU I ACTUALLY TEARED UP

[galpinlvr]

gasp new fluffy weyler oneshot just dropped

[mydearestdarlingdead]

Taking deep breaths so I do not scream at people over the death of Captain Jack and how Johnto relates to it

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

still wild that Leon has, canonically, hit that. aeon stans stay winning.

[james-sunshine-potter]

James “La La La La” Potter

Lily “Okay Okay Okay Okay” Evans

Regulus “One More Time?” Black

[emeralddoeadeer]

100 word drabble for @thegobletofweasleys jily week ✨ day two: in any universe, I'd fight evil with you

What I've felt, what I've known

One of the oldest buildings on campus, a beautiful townhouse, oak-panelled walls, plush carpets, and expensive art set on the walls.

Or so she’s been told.

“As I've explained Miss, this particular university club is exclusive, men only”

A ripple of outrage travels through their ranks, Lily didn't come alone.

“You may have said the words, but you bloody well haven’t explained why?”

He rolls his eyes, further inflaming the crowd.

A commanding voice bellows from behind her, “Come on Pete, let them in, it’s archaic, I'm on their side”.

She turns with a smile, “James Potter, smashing the patriarchy”.

[helloliriels]

Sleepless in London

“DADDY!!”

Rosie squealed as he opened the door, and the blindingly bright lights of their kitchen stung his eyes after such a long walk in the dark. 

Rosie and Sam had spread out TONS of the letters, into neat stacks all over the countertop.

John blanched.

“WE FOUND YOU A SOULMATE!” Rosie danced around Sam and came bouncing up to John with a letter carefully ensconced in BOTH hands!

“Read it! Read it, Daddy!!”

But John was frozen in horror.

He had been relatively assured this evening by Sarah's behaviour, that no one else at work knew about the radio program! And now this!?! … He could hardly get his brain to play catch up!

.

“We have them sorted by ‘She/Her’, ‘He/Him’, or ‘They/Them’ responses; relative age - by guess; region of the commonwealth; and estimated level of education,” Sam replied, nodding to all the stacks.

“Thank you …?“ he managed at last, realising he was just standing there gaping  … and took the letter from Rosie, absentmindedly sticking it in his pocket.

“But Da- ddy! You GOtta READ it!!!” She was jumping up and down.

“Later, kiddo! We have to let Sam get home?!” He laughed it off, glancing at Sam’s far too observant eyes, and forced himself to not flush beet red … 

He refused to be embarrassed in his own home.

.

“There’s a considerable range of responses,” Sam commented, sounding impressed.

“Thank you-!” John finally got his brain to work, and had NO intention of going down this rabbit hole! “-SO much for being available on short notice, Sam!” He pulled out his wallet and counted out the agreed upon amount per hour  …  “I hope this -” he waved his hand indicating the letters “-and this-” tapping Rosie on the head as she grinned up at him, “-were not too much trouble?”

“None at all,” Sam smiled. Eyes notably looking him up and down and then back at the letters.

Now he really did blush.

.

“Is Sherlock a girl’s name?” Sam asked, head tilted.

“I-I don’t-t? Really know?” John managed in answer to this non-sequitur … He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and began to make tea. Something to ground him again to safety and normality …  “Who is Sherlock?” he asked, behind him.

No one answered. 

.

Rosie was begging Sam to come over again, and generally being rambunctious. Amped up as she was, from having a visitor. The house felt too bright and too loud. John started to walk around, shutting out lights and turning the tv down a notch.

Sam grabbed up her bag and her jacket, and headed towards the door after Rosie let her go.

“Sherlock could be a girl’s name?” she asked, rhetorically, from across the room.

.

John followed her out with a quiet, "thank you, again-”, still determined not to engage.

Then stood stunned in the hall as she turned around, just as she was shutting the door … and winked.   

"Don't worry," she reassured, "secret's safe with me."

.

John wasn’t sure if she meant the letters? The radio program? ... or was she ... implying he was 'maybe-not-as-straight-as-we-once-thought’ …? He gaped, turning to see if Rosie was listening. She wasn’t.

“I’m not gay,” he whispered.

That unnerving sparkle in her eye was undimmed. He felt the hallway quietly throwing those words back at him ... as he glanced back again at the piles of letters ... a not insignificant amount of which had been decidedly not female ...

Sam merely raised an eyebrow, before shrugging, “well I am.”

And with that she was gone ...

.

He stood there another five minutes after he heard the door *click* shut. Wondering …

.     … what had just happened here?

.             … and ...

. ... who was Sherlock?

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[darby-rowe]

do you accept asks about modern poly!snowjanus?

YES YES i do !!!! bring ‘em in please!!!!!!

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

[weemsfreak]

I don’t mean to be dramatic but, I’m sitting here crying as I write my Larissa, Jane, and Lucifer fics for my next series

[the-writing-on-the-statue]

The power Gojo Satoru wears is like a living thing, a living cloak for a god-prince who will take his first steps into becoming a god king. He’s the Honored One, the scion of the Gojo Clan, powerful and awe-inspiring and he doesn’t respect anyone, not really. Few people have given him reason to. Half the school is scared of or enamored with the image of him, and you can’t exactly blame any of them. He’s rather terrifying. Of course, you see him a bit differently. You see power of course - you’re not stupid, of course you see it - but when one’s first impression of another boy is of that boy being dressed up like a fairy princess, and then one’s second impression of the same boy is of his squeaking in flustered embarrassment as you remind him of said first impression… It’s a tad difficult to view Gojo Satoru with anything approaching awe and reverence in light of that.