#ask for ophelia and ted

[iolaussharpe-24]

I've been thinking...

So, I've been doing an Addams Family dollhouse and making a bunch of characters from several different iterations to set up inside it. I've done (in chronological order) Wednesday, Thing, Morticia, Pugsley, Aunt Ophelia, Lurch, Grandmama, Flora and Fauna Amor, Parker Needler, I bought a Cousin Itt from Five Below, and then recently I made Margaux Needler.

You'll notice there are a couple of people in particular that are missing.

I want to do an Uncle Fester, but I don't have a clue how. I have ideas to do Debbie Jellinsky with a few dolls I already have, but I don't see much point in making her without having a Fester. On that same note, I have thoughts for Enid but nothing concrete yet. Same goes for several other "Wednesday" characters. Though I do know exactly which doll I'd use to make Weems if I could and I have the perfect outfit and shoes for Ms. Thornhill.

Here's my thought.

I've gone through a lot of Kens and the only one I've found that I think I can use (outside of the actual Gomez Addams Ken that I'll never get my hands on) is the Ted Lasso Ken. Who I probably couldn't get my hands on even if I wanted to without a gift card. That's not me asking for money. Just thinking out loud cause I've done it before.

I have a Morticia doll I like. I have a knockoff Barbie that I also like. I took her dress and put it on the Barbie and that's the Morticia in my house. However, I recently got it in my head that she should be nice and tall. So I took my Morticia, gave her platform boots to boost her height, and put her on a stand with a thick base.

I found a tall Made to Move Barbie that I think could be a perfect Morticia Addams. But she has bangs and I have mixed feelings.

Now, just because Morticia doesn't have bangs doesn't really mean that she can't. Wednesday didn't have bangs in any iteration until the Netflix series. And I'm pretty sure that's just because Jenna Ortega has them. And, I've seen a cosplay of Morticia where the person had bangs.

I found this on Pinterest.

This is the doll, I'm pretty sure I've talked about her before. Barbie Looks #19.

So, this would be the Gomez and Morticia in my dollhouse if I could do everything I come up with for the project:

Before you guys attack me over the choice for Gomez, I'm gonna defend myself with 1998's The New Addams Family. I may hate it, but I do accept every version and draw inspiration from them for my display.

[arch-whatscanon]

her last day in hatchetfield had been replaying in her mind every day for the past five years. she and ted had been having problems. she had found herself mentally shutting down, and while she would have never asked for a life preserver, one had never been thrown. she was stuck in a deep hole in her mind that was becoming harder to crawl out of with the pressures of their futures ahead of her. she was content in their marriage, but it always felt like there were comments that made her didn't feel like it was enough for others. she knew she shouldn't give a shit what others thought, but when it was constantly when are you having kids? i want grandkids. guess pete's going to be the one to give me the grandkids. it weighed on her. she wanted kids. she wanted a family. but there was so much unresolved in her mind and in her anxieties about losing everything overnight that she did end up losing everything overnight, it seemed.

she had arrived at ccrp with a sneaking suspicion that something was going on, and it was confirmed before she even opened the door. the way bill had jumped up from his desk and had taken her gently by the arms. the apologetic look in his eye as he tried to already talk down a situation he knew was going to escalate. she knew what was happening. she had ducked around bill and made a beeline for ted's office, throwing the door open to find him fucking jenny against his desk, her long limbs wrapped around him. jenny had seemed horrified, but neither made a move to stop. her world blurred around her as she slowly stepped back and grabbed the door handle, slamming it so hard that plaques fell from both sides of the wall to the floor.

she left hatchetfield that night for guatemala and didn't look back. she shut everyone out. ted . . . her friends . . . jane. she'd thumb back short responses, but she was otherwise a ghost. she had put all of those feelings up on a shelf and had let them collect dust for five years before the shelf came crashing down with one phone call from tom. it was broken. angry. bitter. and she knew why.

being in hatchetfield was reopening the scar tissue that had formed. she was still ted spankoffski's wife on paper, and she knew that. the whole town was whispering about it too. even dick and ophelia had come to jane's visitation to see her. and pete. god, it had taken everything in her to not fall apart when pete, who now towered over her, pulled her into a hug and told her he was happy to see her.

the funeral came and went and four days after it, emma was perched in a stool at the birdhouse while indie let her be with her thoughts, wordlessly giving her a fresh draft when hers sat for too long. emma looked over her shoulder when she heard a light bustle of voices enter the room, realizing how familiar they all sounded - paul, bill, ted . . .

she cleared her throat quietly and turned her attention back to the little microbubbles floating to the top of her beer, fingers wrapping around the glass before she lifted it to take a sip and praying she could just be a chameleon and melt into her surroundings unnoticed. // @hatchetnews

[cookiecrumbles52]

Welcome to Palace

About the Artist . . .

Name: Madison Riley (aka CookieCrumbles52 or Fale “Fae”)

Current Age: 23

Fav Color: Blue

Fav Food: Pasta 🍝

Current Fav Animal: Siberian Sable

Years of Experience (Art/Writing): 12yrs

Status: "The Grandma Friend" & "Just an Anxious Little Bean"

Main Fandoms:

TMNT, Pokémon, DC Comics, Minecraft, FNaF's, Undertale, Wakfu, Voltron, The Arcana, Zelda BotW/TotK, The Octonauts, Poppy Playtime, Moomin

Current Fav Illustration(s): “ Cult of the Lost ” ( 9hrs 8m ) and “ Fale_Tsuyoshi has joined the game. ” (Over 12hrs, half of the project was lost) “ Assessing the Damage ” ( 8hrs 37min )

Tools of the Trade:

Pencil, Paper, Tablet — Procreate, my brains

Other Interests:

Writing, Video Games, Lore Theories, Cosplay

(Aka a massive nerd)

Want to see more of my works? Here are my socials (I don’t post art on my main account just reblogs)

ASKS ARE OPEN . . .

[ No DM's unless you're a Mutual, please. I've had way too many people follow me just to DM requests for art. I'm not doing any requests or trades (unless stated otherwise), my comms are closed, please don't DM just so I draw something for you. I'm an adult with a very busy life/work schedule, I'll only warn you once. If it keeps up I'll have to block you. ]

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More interests if you care for my ramblings . . .

(This is the point of no return so if you actually want to get to know me then you gotta commit!!)

Favorite Visual Artists:

flowerygarrland, fdevitart, Lackadaisy, Froustious, Jerome-K-Moore, Don Bluth, Earthsong9405, Neytirix, Sadist Animations. Suzukiwee1357, Richard Chen (Insta), Burrotello, Van Gogh, Hayao Miyazaki, Cartoon Saloon

Favorite Movies:

(All) DragonHeart Movies, (All) TMNT Movies, First Knight, King Arthur, Narnia, (All) Jurassic Movies, Quest for Camelot, Stardust, Ophelia, Oliver & Company, FNaF's, Sahara, The Christmas Dragon, Justin and the Knights of Valour, Monster in Paris, Song of the Sea, (All) Studio Ghibli (Except Grave of the Fireflies . . .😭)

Favorite TV Shows:

TMNT, The Octonauts/Above and Beyond, Moomin, BBC Merlin/Sherlock, HeMan, SheRa, ThunderCats, Rainbow Brite, Voltron, The Gummi Bears, Jane and the Dragon

Anime:

Fairy Tail, BlackButler, Inuyasha, OHSHC, Free: Iwatobi Swim Club, Life of a Househusband, BNHA

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists:

The Oh Hellos, Kalandra, Rag'n'Bone Man, Jason Graves, Cody Fry, Cosmo Sheldrake, CG5, Dzivia, Sail North, Natewantsbattle, PEGGY, Billy Joel, Yaelokre, ABBA, Michael Jackson

Fav Genre of Music:

Singer Songwriter, Musicals, Whimsical Fae Vibes, Folk, Cultural Folk

Favorite Songs: (Changes may very)

"Mother to a Savior and King" - Journey to Bethlehem, "Still" by Hunter Hayes, "Top of the World" by Shawn Mendes, TWRP - "Starlight Brigade", "Harpy Hare" by Yaelokre, "Euclid" by Sleep Spoken, "What Makes Me Tick" by JT Music, “Ruined Lullaby” - CG5, "False Idol" by Ivycomb, Octonauts Theme Song & Creature Report

Fav Musicals:

Anastasia, Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen, School of Rock, Shrek, Alice in Wonderland, Newsies, Phantom of the Opera, The Prince of Egypt, In Strange Woods, EPIC, Jane Eyre, The Lion King

Favorite Books:

The Secret Garden, Treasure Island, Six of Crows, Alice in Wonderland, King Arthur, Beauty & the Beast, Sherlock Holmes, Rise of the Guardians (GoC), Outsiders, Number the Stars, The Hobbit, Narnia

Favorite Writers:

C.S.Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Jane Austen, Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favorite Games:

Jinx & Minx’s Tower, Minecraft, Undertale, FNaF's, Zelda: BotW/ToTK, Prop Hunt, Sims 4, Lay, Mario: Galaxy/Kart/Super Mario Bros, Untitled Goose Game, Animal Crossing, Cult of the Lamb, Harold Halibut

Favorite Gaming Platform:

Nintendo, Steam Powered

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk :)

[ Updated: Sept. 2024 ]

[believemetheodore]

ophelia (heaven help the fool who falls in love)

Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton

“My hair only curls on its own in the summertime,” she says after a pregnant pause, “I prefer my wine chilled. I love pink. And I hate that I avoided the colour for so long. I love mornings. I hate cottage cheese. I'm allergic to egg whites, but I love meringues. I haven't been this drunk since I was sixteen, and since I'm being honest--I'm fucking terrified right now”.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk Rebecca, vomiting (brief mentions), emotional hurt/comfort

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“Ted?” Her voice is quiet through the phone but he's positive he can hear her crying.  “Yeah, it's me, Rebecca. Are you alright? What's going on?” “I don't kn--” her words are cut short by the sound of retching, followed by a new wave of heavy sobbing, “I'm scared”. His heart clenches, and he does his best to ignore his rising pulse and racing thoughts. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

“M’room,” she sniffles.  “Are you going to be able to let me in? Or should I use the spare key?”  “Key”. 

He's glad that the two of them had the foresight to exchange copies of their house keys. A habit Beard and him had formed years ago, and Rebecca had adopted more recently in case of lockouts, but more often than not for exchanging dinner and baked goods.  Rebecca has always been pragmatic, organized, and self-sufficient. She's never lost her keys or had to break into her own home. It sits heavy in his gut the realization that swapping keys is just as much for safety as it is for convenience. 

Ted and Beard have always had an unspoken support system like that. Nights in their past where the only way to fall asleep was knowing they each had a friend willing to come to check on them; another person to help them if something terrible happened.  But it hadn't occurred to him that the first time he'd need Rebecca's key would be to do a safety check on her. 

They care about each other, of course, they do. The thought of her suffering or in pain breaks his heart, and it's a possibility he hadn't allowed to cross his mind until now. 

The moment her front door is unlocked, he's moving through the space, scanning the foyer, and the sitting area, his eyes searching the first floor before settling on the flood of light coming from the second floor. The bedroom door at the end of the hallway is closed over, but not shut all the way. It opens with an easy push, and Ted follows the sound of sniffling to the ensuite. 

 His knees connect with the tiled floor quicker than he can get her name out.  He's met with the sound of vomiting and a tired whimper. 

“Ted? Sorry, I'm messy ” “Hi, messy,” he does his best to joke hoping that it might help to calm her down. 

When she turns to look at him, her cheek pressed against her arm, she looks a mess and he wishes there was a kinder way to say it.  He's seen her without makeup on during late-night Facetime calls. He's seen her ill with the flu. But, he's never seen her this dishevelled. 

Her hair is all out of wack, her eyes red-rimmed, her face pale, forehead sweaty. He can see her shivering despite her flushed skin. 

“Too much tequila,” she mutters more to herself than him. “You were really pounding those suckers back this evening weren't you?”

He had watched her from across the room drinking enough to drown in. He knows the feeling-- the need to try to kill the feeling of not quite knowing what to feel. A desperate attempt to numb fear and confusion down into a seemingly manageable haze. 

He knows he should've said something to her at the restaurant, reminded her he'd always be there as a shoulder to lean on, but instead, he'd sipped his own drinks and kept quiet. 

“Do you still feel sick?” Ted asks after a few moments of quiet between them.  When she shakes her head in the negative, he helps her up, his large hands supporting her under her elbows as they both rise to their feet again. 

The carpeted floor of the bedroom is much warmer and much more inviting than the tiled bathroom, and Rebecca takes her time, swaying in his hold making his way towards her bed. Even inebriated beyond belief, she seems to move with grace; each footstep they take feels something like a dance they’re making up as they go along. 

“Where are we going?” she wonders, punctuating her question with a tiny hiccup.  “We’re going to tuck you in, and get you some water, and we’ll both cross our fingers and hope you’re not too hungover tomorrow”.  She nods, offering him a clumsy salute and slipping from his arms. 

“I'm failing you, Teddy-- that's all I do. I'm not good,” she laughs bitterly, her arms spread wide as she flops face first onto the mattress, “I'm selfish. I'm greedy. And this would all be so much easier if you could just see that”.

Ted doesn't warrant that concern with a response. He watches with a frown as she burrows into the plush duvet. “You and I are more alike than you think,” he doesn't dare to move from his spot at the door, “I ain't quite the man you think I am”.

He’s not sure what he means by that if he’s being entirely honest, but he knows it’s true in some capacity. He worries sometimes that maybe he’s spent so long bottling up his emotions, hiding too much of the real him, that even he can’t tell who he really is. How is he supposed to tell where the desire to please ends, and his own wants and needs begin? What he does know is that Rebecca makes him want to figure that out; to rediscover himself and grow into a person he’s truly proud to be. 

When he moves, he moves quietly into the ensuite bathroom, dampening a face cloth to remove her makeup. He knows it's nothing close to her usual routine, and she'd be upset to have missed her 8-step cleansing and moisturising routine. But, he shoulders that disappointment knowing she'd be more distressed Waking up with her foundation still holding on, and her mascara smudged. 

She's silent, just pouting as he gently wipes away her makeup; the layers of her armour melted away. Her cheeks are flushed and he tells himself it's the alcohol rushing through her system even when she tilts her head to nuzzle against his open palm. 

“You're beautiful,” he tells her honestly. Not a flirtation. Just a fact. “Don't romanticize this Ted, I can't bear it,” she presses her face into a pillow hiding herself away. 

Neither of them has spoken about what they mean to each other, the implications of the feelings they both know they’ve been carrying around for longer than they could ever admit or even realized themselves. They’ve been happy to linger in limbo; more than friends, but not quite lovers. 

“Hey now,” he smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear when she peaks at him, “caring about the people you love doesn't have to be romantic. Even when your feelings are”.  “You always know what to say,” she sighs. “You have your moments too, Becca,” he promises. She reaches out, patting the empty space in the bed next to her, a silent command more than an invitation. 

She's quick to snuggle into his side, wiggling gracelessly towards him; all limbs and very little coordination. There's an innocence to it. Action driven by nothing but the desire for comfort. It's simple, but it feels heavy in its meaning. With her leg slung across his middle, and her fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt he breathes deeply. Allowing himself to settle into the relief of knowing she's safe. 

“This isn’t who I am,” she whispers against his chest, “Please, don’t think of me like this”. “Then tell me, Rebecca,” he says, his voice low, and tone encouraging, his lips soft against her forehead, “who are you?”

“My hair only curls on its own in the summertime,” she says after a pregnant pause, “I prefer my wine chilled. I love pink. And I hate that I avoided the colour for so long. I love mornings. I hate cottage cheese. I'm allergic to egg whites, but I love meringues. I haven't been this drunk since I was sixteen, and since I'm being honest--I'm fucking terrified right now”. “You sound incredible, sweetheart,” he promises, “what’s got you so afraid?” “I don’t want to break this-- to break us. I always end up alone…especially when I’m, uh, this,” her words fail her but her hand makes a generalized motion towards herself. 

Ted ignores the sting of disdain that rises as he thinks of Rupert’s taunts, and his disturbed attempts to control her. But more so, Ted fights back the concern itching at the back of his mind, weighing Rebecca’s comment about Sassy getting her drunk at sixteen, against the obvious fear in her eyes right now; the buzz of anxiety that’s been radiating off of her all evening. He wonders if Sassy left her alone back then too, and he can only hope that Keeley was a better friend and at least helped her get home tonight. 

“You’re not alone,” He swears, and he means it with every fibre of his being. He hopes that she can feel that as he tips her chin up, making sure to meet her eye when he says, “You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere”. 

He knows there’s more to say, but she deserves to hear them when she’ll remember them. For now, he’s glad to have her next to him. He’s glad that she called him, and he hopes that whatever it is he’s given her in the way of comfort is enough. 

[the-toxinz-hoard]

hello welcome to our hoard. it is neverending aha

mogai blog -> @cyberneticloverboy

old mogai blog -> @the-toxinz-arcade

bah blog -> @headmate-smoothie-bar

system prns.cc -> here (link)

any suggestions for genders/terms we might like -> send an ask

emojis for members under the cut

if untagged then presume it's for felix or we havent gotten around to tagging it yet

felix - 💫 virtue - 🫐 glow - 👁️ boo - 👾 R - 🌐 hallo - 🌑 hero - ☎️ zaidyn - 🌟 belove - 🪽 zephyr - 🌈 gold - ☀️ sage - 💥 twig - 🌿 alexis - 🎲 ivory - 🥃 mark - 🕶️ niki - 🌸 ted - 📸 ophelia - 👑 charlie - 🦎 drew - 🍊 danny - 🍁

[upat4amwiththemoon]

6,12,19

6. What books have you read in the last month?

In June I read:

Allergies: poems on grieving and loving by Maggie Bowyer

Surviving the angel of death: the story of mengele twin in Auschwitz by Eva Mozes Kor

Mistakes were made by Meryl Wilsner

Tales of the Greek heroes by Roger Lancelyn Green

Thirteen at dinner by Agatha Christie

Laura Dean keeps breaking up with me by Mariko Tamaki

Beautiful world, where are you? by Sally Rooney

Gods & angels by Ophelia Wolf

Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Exhalation by Ted Chiang

Iconic women of color by Candi Williams

Staying strong: 365 days a year by Demo Lovato

It didn’t start with you by Mark Wolynn

Sisters by Daisy Johnson

Circe by Madeline Miller

12. Did you enjoy compulsory high school readings?

It depended on a lot of different things: were the questions about the book easy or difficult, was the teacher nice, if we (the students) got to choose which book we read, if we didn’t get to choose, was the book good. Usually I did like them, because either the book set for us was good or everyone got to decide what they read. But there were also times when it wasn’t fun, for example sometimes the teacher just didn’t like any of your answers mo matter how well you tried to articulate them (this is pointed at one specific teacher😑)

19. Most disliked popular books?

I don’t know if I have popular books that I necessarily dislike very strongly, but some books that just didn’t hit me the same way they seemed to hit many other people were:

The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

They both die at the end by Adam Silvera

The fault in our stars by John Green (I read this like years ago, when it was a lot more popular, so I don’t actually remember a lot of it anymore :D)

book ask game

[unhonest-iago]

Couple Costumes

If you can’t tell, I really want it to be Halloween. L/f/c-least favorite candy

Fem reader

Schlatt:

‘But you can be my little ketchup packet’ Schlatt bellowing laugh sounds as y/n scoffs.

Y/n agrees to the mustard and ketchup costumes, ‘But I get to pick our costumes next year.’ Stepping onto their tippy toes to kiss his stubble.

‘Hey, you’re making me go soft’

Knowing they still have it in their closet, Schlatt later makes the one period joke. ‘But your clothes will match your mood,’ protesting.

Whispering ‘worth it.’ To himself as he lays on the living room couch, y/n taking the bed.

The next year, y/n makes him go as the Joker to their Harley Quinn

Minx shows up as Poison Ivy, ‘you better not Minx.’

The two forcing him to go to a haunted house, ‘but who’ll protect us from the bad guys?’ Playing dumb as Minx instantly backs them up.

‘Fine, but I get your l/f/c.’

Charlie:

Y/n dresses up as Shy Guy from Mario Kart while Charlie dresses up as Link from Zelda

‘What’s the matter Charlie?’ Y/n asks, seeing the man pout. ‘We’re not matching.’

‘Super Smash Brothers?’ Is all they offer up as explanation

‘But I won’t see your pretty/handsome face for the rest of the night.’ Confirming their inkling that it was more than just their costumes not matching.

‘You can just ask me to take the mask off or lift it up silly.’

‘Oh.’ Slowly smiling as he realized, the next year, Charlie makes sure your costumes are at least from the same franchise.

Y/n surprises him by dressing up as one of the many characters from Charlie’s cinematic universe

‘Can be the content creator to my character’

Neither minding how cheesy that sounded.

Ted Nivison:

Milk and cookies—correction: milk man and cookies

The cookie costume is one of those sandwich board ones

‘I feel like I’m in that one episode of Victorious’ y/n said, looking at themselves in the mirror, hair in a high ponytail. 

Doing jazz hands towards Ted who sat in the background 

‘Oh yea, which one was that again?’ Running his hand around the rim of his hat. 

‘The one where they’re dressed up as vegetables and sing all those kids songs’ and hell, Ted can’t deny that he bought it for the laugh factor.

The next Halloween, y/n makes them go Shakespeare themed, going as Ophelia. Ted as Hamlet.

‘Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth be a liar but doubt I love’ Ted quotes, bringing y/n’s hand up to his lips.

‘You’re such a dork.’ ‘But I’m your dork.’

[vavuska]

My childhood in some TV show:

1) Murder She Wrote (1984 - 1996)

Murder, She Wrote is an American crime drama television series starring Angela Lansbury (born October 16, 1925) as mystery writer and amateur detective Jessica Fletcher. Moving into television in 1984, she achieved worldwide fame as fictional writer and sleuth Jessica Fletcher in the American whodunit series Murder, She Wrote, which ran for twelve seasons until 1996, becoming one of the longest-running and most popular detective drama series in television history.

The show revolves around the day-to-day life of Jessica Fletcher, (formerly MacGill), a widowed and retired English teacher, who becomes a successful mystery writer. Despite fame and fortune, Jessica remains a resident of Cabot Cove, a small coastal community in Maine, and maintains her links with all of her old friends, never letting her success go to her head.

Jessica invariably proves more perceptive than the official investigators of a case, who are almost always willing to arrest the most likely suspect. By carefully piecing the clues together and asking astute questions, she always manages to trap the real murderer.

Jessica's relationship with law enforcement officials varies from place to place. Both sheriffs of Cabot Cove resign themselves to having her meddle in their cases. However, most detectives and police officers do not want her anywhere near their crime scenes, until her accurate deductions convince them to listen to her. Some are happy to have her assistance from the start, often because they are fans of her books. With time, she makes friends in many police departments across the U.S., as well as with a British police officer attached to Scotland Yard. At the start of season eight, more of the stories were set in New York City with Jessica moving into an apartment there part-time in order to teach criminology.

2) Columbo (1968 - 2003)

Columbo is an American crime drama television series starring Peter Falk as Columbo, a homicide detective with the Los Angeles Police Department. Columbo is a shrewd but inelegant blue-collar homicide detective whose trademarks include his rumpled beige raincoat, unassuming demeanor, cigar, old Peugeot 403 car, unseen wife (whom he mentions frequently), and often leaving a room only to return with the catchphrase "Just one more thing." Columbo and his wife own also a Basset Hound named Dog.

Peter Falk (September 16, 1927 – June 23, 2011) was an American actor and comedian, known for his role as Lieutenant Columbo in the long-running television series Columbo (1968–2003), for which he won four Primetime Emmy Awards (1972, 1975, 1976, 1990) and a Golden Globe Award (1973).

The recurring plot's homicide suspects are often affluent members of high society; this has led some to see class conflict as an element of each story, however the show's creators have stated that setting the program in the world of the wealthy and powerful was to create a fish out of water feeling, not to make a social or political point. Suspects carefully cover their tracks and are initially dismissive of Columbo's circumstantial speech and apparent ineptitude. They become increasingly unsettled as his pestering behavior teases out incriminating evidence. His relentless approach often leads to self-incrimination or outright confession.

3) The Munsters (1964 - 1966)

The Munsters is an American sitcom depicting the home life of a family of benign monsters. The series starred Fred Gwynne as Frankenstein's monster and head-of-the-household Herman Munster; Yvonne De Carlo as his wife Lily Munster; Al Lewis as Lily's father, Grandpa, the somewhat over-the-hill vampire Count Dracula who longs for the "good old days" in Transylvania; Beverley Owen (later replaced by Pat Priest) as their teenage niece Marilyn Munster, who was attractive by conventional standards but the "ugly duckling" of the family; and Butch Patrick as their werewolfish son Eddie Munster. The series was a satire of both traditional monster movies and the wholesome family fare of the era. It ran concurrently with the similarly macabre-themed The Addams Family (which aired on ABC).

4) Zorro (1957 - 1959)

Armando Joseph Catalano (January 14, 1924 – April 30, 1989), better known as Guy Williams, was an Italo-American actor and former fashion model. Among his most notable achievements were TV serie Zorro (1957), in which he played the title chatacter: the noble hildago Don Diego de la Vega, who became the masked vigilante Zorro.

Don Diego de la Vega is a young man who is the only son of Don Alejandro de la Vega (George J. Lewis), the richest landowner in California, while Diego's mother is dead. Diego learned his swordsmanship while at university in Madrid, and created his masked alter ego after he was unexpectedly summoned home by his father because California had fallen into the hands of the greedy and cruel local Comandante, Capitán Enrique Sánchez Monasterio (Britt Lomond).

Just before reaching California, Diego learns of the tyranny of Captain Monastario, and realizes that his father, Don Alejandro, summoned him to help fight this injustice. Although he won medals for his fencing back in Spain, Diego decides that his best course of action is to conceal his ability with a sword, and to affect the demeanor of a milquetoast intellectual rather than a decisive man of action. His alter ego, Zorro operates primarily at night, taking the direct action that Diego cannot. This deception does not always sit well with Diego, especially as it affects his relationship with his disappointed father. In reality, Diego relies heavily on his wits, both with and without the mask on. Later in the series, Diego emerges as a respected figure in his own right, a clever thinker and loyal friend who just happens to be hopeless at swordplay.

He is typically portrayed as a dashing masked vigilante who defends the commoners and indigenous peoples of California against corrupt and tyrannical officials and other villains, helped by his mute servant Bernardo, played by Gene Sheldon (born Eugene Hume, February 1, 1908 – May 1, 1982), an American actor, mime artist, and musician.

The character's visual motif is typically a black costume with a black flowing Spanish cape or cloak, a black flat-brimmed hat known as sombrero cordobés, and a black sackcloth mask that covers the top half of his head. In Disney's Zorro television series the horse gets the name Tornado, which has been kept in many later adaptations. In most versions, Zorro keeps Tornado in a secret cave, connected to his hacienda with a system of secret passages and tunnels.

5) Addams Family (1964 - 1966)

The Addams Family is a close-knit extended family with decidedly macabre interests and supernatural abilities, though no explanation for their powers is explicitly given in the series. The wealthy, endlessly enthusiastic Gomez Addams (John Astin) is madly in love with his refined wife, Morticia (Carolyn Jones). Along with their daughter Wednesday (Lisa Loring), their son Pugsley (Ken Weatherwax), Uncle Fester (Jackie Coogan), and Grandmama (Blossom Rock), they reside at 0001 Cemetery Lane in an ornate, gloomy, Second Empire-style mansion, which is portrayed by the house at 21 Chester Place in Los Angeles.

The family is attended by their servants: towering butler Lurch (Ted Cassidy); and Thing (also Cassidy), a disembodied hand that appears from within wooden boxes and other places. Other relatives who made recurring appearances included Cousin Itt (Felix Silla), Morticia's older sister Ophelia (also portrayed by Jones), and Morticia's mother Grandma Frump (Margaret Hamilton).

Question: how old am I?

Little clue: my birth year is one of the dates above.

[soyforramen]

Whoops, I slipped into a follow up of this prompt.

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“How’s the wrist?”

Such an innocuous question. It rings flat in the sharp crags that line the chasm between them, echoing hollowly between them. But it’s still more than he’d said Saturday night. More than he thought he’d say.

Betty, never one to let any pain shine through, smiles at him. Her face morphs into that perfect Cooper mask, no crack or wrinkle to suggest anything was out of the ordinary. It pierces his soul to realize that he doesn’t know how to read her anymore.

To him, she looks just as happy and carefree as the first day they’d met in third grade.

“Still sore, but no lasting damage,” she says, rolling her wrist as proof. Even her voice is peppy and varnished to perfection. “How’s your head?”

His hand moves without thought to his forehead, his fingertips grazing the ugly red mess. Jughead jerks his head to the right, a move practiced in the mirror this morning to ensure his hair covered the welt.

“Nothing an aspirin can’t take care of,” he mutters.

He raises his coffee cup to his lips to keep from mentioning the whisky and rye he’d fallen headfirst into, a palliative cure after she’d disappeared up the stairs, leaving nothing but confusion and nadir in her wake. The lingering hangover was still a symphony of banging pots and pans along his temples, a never-ending reminder of his regret (relief?) of doing nothing.

They sip their coffee in silence, waiting for the meeting to begin. The artificial bridge he’d thrown across the chasm between them frays, its tethers loosening. In less than a minute, it’s fallen into the yawning black hole that now lies between them.

Betty's words… no. Not that. It was his inaction. His confusion. His uncertainty that created this false rift between them. The gravity of it tugging and pulling at every second between them, every atom, every conceivable future between them, each a warped, stretched snapshot of a future never to be.

It was enough to make him want to crawl back into the bottle and never come out again. His hand shakes, an aftereffect of the late night drinking, and he shoves it deep into his pocket. Betty’s eyebrows draw too close together, too close to concern for his tastes.

Toni claps her hands together, and Betty shoots him one last curious look. He refuses to look at her, turning to refill his mug. When he turns back around, Betty is in her usual seat next to Archie, a plastic smile on her face. Jughead slouches against the counter, too lost in his own morbid thoughts to pay much attention to the upcoming game to notice the increasingly concerned glances Betty sends his way.

Jughead watches as his students shuffle in, the twins he affectionately calls Bill and Ted the only two showing any trace of life. The bell rings, a clanging, offensive noise that makes everyone wince. It’s doubtful he’s the only one nursing a hangover.

“How many of you did the reading?” he asks when they settle in.

A collective groan ripples throughout the room. He can’t blame them; he’d never been able to finish The Odyssey in high school either.

“Pop quiz time,” he says.

Another groan, this time with a rousing argument against it, echoes through his already pounding head. Jughead holds his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

“I want you to write about betrayal.”

The class quiets, some exchanging glances. It’s a sharp turn, a quick 180 that throws all off them off balance. Jughead has been ruthless so far, both in his grading and in his push to get them to learn critical thinking skills. Even he’s surprised at this course of action.

“Any kind of betrayal you can think of. You can talk about personal betrayal, family betrayal. Maybe one of your friends kissed your girlfriend, or maybe your mother chose your sister’s side over yours. Or maybe you write about a fictional betrayal. Hamlet and Ophelia, Brutus and Julius Caesar, Edward Pensieve and the Turkish delight.”

Wynnie’s hand shoots up, and Jughead inwardly winces. She’s always been the one to push back against any assignment, the one who questions everything he expects from them and makes class ten times longer.

“Can we write about a made up betrayal? With characters on, like, TV or something?”

Breathing a sigh of relief, he nods. “Anything is fair game, as long as you write it in a way that someone not familiar with the show, or book, or whatever, can understand what’s going on.”

“What about poetry?” another student asks.

“So long as you put the effort in, poetry is fine. Text threads, short stories, poems, letters, anything written.”

“Can we work together?” one of the twins asks.

“Sure, as long as you don’t bother the other students,” Jughead says with a shrug.

Bill and Ted high five before dragging their desks together.

Jughead is surprised at how well they’re taking this assignment. Every last thing has been a fight with them, from getting their attention to taking a test. Betrayal, though, seems to be something everyone can relate to.

As the class begins to write, Jughead sits down at his own desk. For a moment, he watches his students, kids in the same position he was once in, and wonders why he’s even here. Riverdale offered him little more than characters he could mold into his own, a setting for the decline of small town America.

Today, though, his mind wanders along words and phrases, glimpses into a different sort of reality. One ravaged by decay and rot, left to perish alone. And yet, he can’t help but see the small, green shoots of the future poke out of the ashes, tiny hints of hope for what’s to come. Perhaps nothing is ever static and unchanging. Perhaps things can turn around.

Jughead reaches into his bag for his own blank notebook.

He’s sitting on the porch that afternoon, struggling with the illegibly written translation. It’s a shame the state requires them to teach only the recommended books; Jughead would love to see how the story unfolds when thrown onto a fire.

“Hey.”

Jughead starts. When he sees it’s only Betty (only?), he stands abruptly, his entire body on fire, his legs jittery and ready to run.

“Hey,” he repeats. “Archie’s not here, but –“

Betty shakes her head and shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Can we talk?”

He swallows. Stupid of him to think he’d get away from this conversation. Jughead waves to the chair next to him. As Betty passes, her perfume tickles his nose. Long gone is the strawberry body spray she used in high school, a sweet, cloying smell. Now it’s a perfume, one that tickles his nose and clogs his sinuses.

They sit there quietly, neither willing to speak first. He’s lost for words, unable to start.

She sits patiently, calmly. Betty seems as if she hasn’t a care in the world, as if they were there to talk about the weather. Part of her training, he realizes. She’s no longer as impulsive as she once was, reaching and grasping and desperate for an immediate answer. This Betty Cooper is a reminder of the past, but only that.

“I’m sorry,” he manages, starting with the simplest of things.

Next to him, Betty shifts. He thinks he hears her sniffle (crying? allergies? derision at his lame start?), and he has to quash his immediately reaction. All he wants to do is reach out to her, to comfort her, to promise her the world to keep her from suffering.

But he’d done that before, long ago, in a completely different world. And he’d been trod upon, brushed aside in favor of her own cruel form of betrayal. Nothing he could have done after would have fixed the wound she’d carved in his soul. Even now, seven years distanced from the teenage woes, it lay between them, still raw and sore and bleeding from the continued betrayals of his life.

He wonders how he would have responded to her if he hadn’t known. If he hadn’t come home one night early to hear her and Archie upstairs. If he hadn’t turned to the Wyrm and listened to Sweet Peas acidic sniping just to get lost among the agave pinas and the juniper berries.

“It’s not,” he stutters, trying to find his footing, unsure of what he wants to say. “I couldn’t stop loving the Betty Cooper I knew. But I also never stopped hating what she did to me.”

The admission is the first emotionally honest thing he’s said in years. It’s painful to realize how deep it lay inside him, how long it took to finally cut out this festering, putrid thing that burrowed into him. Like a tumor, it could only grow, fed by hate and anger and depression. Hate and anger for both of them. It hadn’t turned out like it was supposed to.

Now that it lay out in the open between them, he felt different. Heavier, in some ways. But there was also a release. The pressure that had been building for so long was slowly lowering, as if he’d finally found the valve that would bring things back to normal.

“And I don’t know you,” he said, the words pouring out now. “Seven years, and only a handful of texts, a few voicemails. You’re not the person I remember. Hell, everyone is different from who they were, who I thought they were.”

He pauses to run a hand through his hair. He can feel Betty’s bright eyes staring at him, pleading with him for something, anything, that will make this better.

“We’re both different now, and there’s no way you can still love me. You don’t know me, you know who I was. We can’t just pick up where we left off, even if we wanted to. There’s too much between… Even if we were stupid enough to try,” he trails off, his words meandering as they try to find footing in the rocky space between them.

“We didn’t leave things in a good place,” Betty murmurs in agreement.

She shifts, and he looks at her for the first time since they sat down. Her legs are tucked up against her body, arms wrapped around them. It’s a protective stance. Against him, perhaps, or against the bare truth that he’s put in the open. He can’t blame her, not since he’s protected himself against most of his own life in other, less healthy ways.

Jughead sighs, empty of anything else to say. He stares at the fading light glowing through the leaves. It’s the perfect, picturesque scene of two high school sweethearts reuniting. At least, it was supposed to be. He didn’t know if he ever could do that to himself again.

Archie’s old truck chugs up the street, and Jughead stands. He scrapes the palms of his free hand along his pants, the other hand gripping his book. Archie waves through the windshield with a bright grin, and Jughead gives a half-hearted wave back before going inside.

He’s exhausted; after being mad for so long, it’s strange to be so empty of feeling. He’d give the world to be able to retreat back to Alphabet City and it’s various loan sharks. There, at least, he’d know the pain was no one’s fault but his own.

Jughead closes the bedroom door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world. It wasn’t his business what Betty did despite her attempts to bring him back into her life. He didn’t know if he was ready for that, or if he’d ever be. Ever since he’d been back, her presence gnaws at him, chipping away at the walls he’d built up over the years against her presence, and it frightens him that she’s stepped back into his thoughts so quickly and easily.

Thoughts and ideas collide and churn violently in his head. He throws himself down on his bed, determined to fall asleep despite the chaos.

But this time, sleep doesn’t come as easily as it always has. Words and feelings and phrases splatter against the back of his eyelids, graffiti tattooing images of a world never known. He pushes back against the cacophony until he can stand it no longer. Desperate to empty his thoughts, Jughead turns on the bedside lamp, pulls his laptop out from under the bed, and begins to write more than he’s been able to for years.

[leviiackrman]

🎃 + A L L of your kids xoxo

ahhhhhhhhh okay haha I'm gonna pick all of them bar the self inserts and most da ones cus there's A LOT but here we go!! alphabetical? fuck it - 23 oc Halloween costumes coming up!

SEND 🎃 TO KNOW WHAT MY OC WOULD DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

Asami Enatsu - My Hero Academia:

probably as her mum so full costume and everything. she hasn't had the opportunity to do Halloween properly with friends so she's had her costume ready for YEARS

Bubbles Finley - Days Gone:

she doesn't have enough confidence to dress up in public so johnny would always make sure they had a little night together at home. he'd help her do her makeup and they'd have their own little Halloween where she could be whatever she wanted to be!

Darcy Morgan - Red Dead Redemption:

when she was a kid she loved being either dutch or Arthur. after she was orphaned, she didn't do anything for Halloween again. isla always wanted her to do a 'mini me' act but darcy was not about that life

Essa Meeko - Star Wars:

a tie-fighter mechanic. does she know how to fix a tie-fighter? god no. did she steal their uniform for her costume? very much yes. she had no other ideas and needed something last minute

Fumiko Enatsu - My Hero Academia:

her favourite pro hero changed a lot when she was younger so she would be whoever her fave was that year. when she's older (and a villain) in the back of her mind, she always wants to go dressed as her former - hero - self, but that would cause too many issues

Isaac Wattleseed - The Witcher:

normally gets roped into a double act costume with Una but some years she teams up with Ciri instead so he'll just wear a literal bag on his head with a smiley face on or a stock-standard mast. The person/character/name he gives when anyone asks him who he is always changes too. one minute he's ted the drunk, the next he's prince emmanuel, the list is endless

Isla Walsh - Red Dead Redemption:

she loved using it as an occasion to dress up real fancy for the day/night. so not necessarily a costume

Jody Morse - Marvel:

as a sexy molecule/atom. picture ross from friends when he was spudnick - so the full circular/3D costume. but to make it sexy, she's just butt naked underneath

Johnny Finley - Days Gone:

whatever bubbles wanted! but some years she couldn't think of anything so he'd pick her favourite tv show and some characters from that where they could dress up together! he'd make/borrow (*cough* steal..) some costumes too depending on how intricate it needed to be

Jordan Parker - Until Dawn:

ozzy osbourn. but she went a bit OTT at the last party because she got too in character so she's now banned from being him again

Lyna Mahariel - Dragon Age:

wrapped up in furs as a mabari!!! then she would drink too much and fall asleep in lester's bed next to him

Margot Durand - Attack on Titan:

depending on when, if before the fall of wall maria, then she's probably gonna be a flower (ie covered head to toe in legit flowers). if after, then as levi. takes his real clothes and all

Natalie Drake - Uncharted:

evelyn from the mummy!!!! sometimes they do a family pirate party so she's been a mini anne bonny before too

Nymira Lanu - Horizon Zero Dawn:

not really something they celebrate in meridian tbh but one time she defeated a snapmaw and used its hollowed out head as a helmet/costume but because she used it to scare people she was sent to isolate for a while to think about what she'd done lmao

Ophelia Dandythorn - Dungeons and Dragons:

her crew always ALWAYS all dress up as ophelia - but all versions of her. some would be her cheerful self, others would be angry ophelia - you get the idea. but she refuses to dress up with them just so they all are "ophelia"s and go out in public to confuse people. she loves the humour from doing that more than anything

Rob Young - Uncharted:

refuses to dress up unless it's to do a team up with one of the kids. that being said, tobin is always already sorted so if natty asks - he can't help but say yes to whatever she wants

Shen - Avatar: The Last Airbender:

well first off hayami LOVES being a turtle duck (much to zuko's emusment) and shen doesn't really know what Halloween is, but if the others have a plan/idea for her or them as a group then shes up for anything!

Theo Bainbridge - Gossip Girl:

she doesn't need to be anyone in particular, she's the type of person to show up in the skimpiest outfit because "its the one time of year where you can be your most slutty" after all

Tobin Drake - Uncharted:

the same. damn. costume. every. year. he's the thomas tew to sam's henry avery. and he regrets none of it. costume needs to be re-bought each year tho because he's a growing lad!!

Una Wattleseed - The Witcher:

one year she went as yennefer but too many people confused the pair of them so she got told off. after that she made it her goal to imitate people she knows and does it REALLY well to the point if someone doesn't accidentally mistake her for the actual person, she'll be upset. this means Isaac is always in on the plan but never puts as much effort into the act as her

Willow Hawke - Dragon Age:

varric. every time. one time she showed up as Merrill and everyone was so happy she was someone different for once but at the end of the night she revealed the costume had a hidden varric one underneath so they left her in the bar absolutely shit faced. lesson learnt when she woke up to her coin bag gone

Yavanna Trevelyan - Dragon Age:

isn't the biggest fan of dress up. if she has to she'd be someone/thing completely unrecognisable to hide her embarrassment

Ziri - The Legend of Korra:

is the QUEEN of Halloween!!! her impressions/costumes as *chefs kiss* LEGENDARY and so spot on, so everyone is always so excited to see who next year will be. her best was sokka - the soldiers loved that one

[fanaticfangirl001]

A Black Among Wolves  Ch 1: The Express

@dontjudgemyobsessionpls​

Author’s note: *involves romance with an older dude in later chapters it’s kind of a big plot point so if it’s not your thing you might not want to read this. 

Ophelia Celistia Black sits by herself in a train compartment on the Hogwarts Express. It wasn’t empty due to her forethought and her cousin’s strict punctuality training. No it was empty because no one wanted to sit with the daughter of an escaped felon. Her having the stature of an ogre doesn’t help the matter, neither does the resting face of Count Orlok. 

She picks up the Daily Prophet from the floor, that was dropped by a first year in their haste to run away from her. Andromeda told her to avoid the newspaper and focus on school work. Ophelia never liked rules, especially those given to her by Andy. Why is it important to make the bed every morning? Everyone gets back into bed at the end of the day so it’s pointless. 

Ophelia stretches out and sits with her back against the window taking up the whole seat, her feet dangling off. She unfolds the Daily Prophet and is greeted with a photograph of her father, shaking, and screaming. Sirius Black Escapes From Azkaban!, the headline read. She tosses the paper and runs her fingers through her own hair, much like her father’s it’s unruly and long. Maybe she should have taken Andy up on a pre-Hogwarts haircut. It’s her fifth year, she should at least have fun. Or at least what Andromeda considers fun, and that meant friends and dating. 

Ophelia would rather play quidditch, guitar,and experiment with potions that have a date with a boy in Madam Puttifoot’s Tea Shop. The sheer amount of bows, lace, and dollies made her want to vomit. She’d leave the dating to the likes of Lavender Brown. A sweet girl, Ophelia observed, but has awful taste in boys with few and far between thoughts behind their eyes. If she were to date anyone, they would have to be kind,and smart. Also more importantly someone that Andy and Ted think is a good person. Her family may be small but it’s the only one she has. 

The door slides open and Draco stands with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. 

“What do you want?”Ophelia looks away from the paper and towards the door. 

“Just wanted to see if the rumors were true.” Draco looks around her compartment. 

“What rumors?” Ophelia asks. 

“That you had something to do with his escape.” Draco looks back to his friends and waves them off. 

“ I didn’t...I just found out.” Ophelia leans back with her arms behind her head. 

“Well isn’t it obvious what he plans to do?” Draco leans against the door. 

“You think he’s going to abduct me.” Ophelia riffles through her bag. 

“Just don’t try and find him.” Draco warns. 

“Why not?” 

“My mum asked me to warn you.” Draco shrugs. 

“Always do what mummy tells you.” Ophelia teases. 

“At least I have a mother.” Draco snaps. 

“That was low, even for you.” Ophelia says, with a flick of her wand the door slides shut and locks in Draco’s face. 

Ophelia rests her head against the window, looking out at the passing trees. The train stops abruptly and she bumps her head. As she looks towards the door, Ophelia sees a black figure at her door and feels as though she’s jumped in the Great Lake. The chills shoot down her back. Tears start to well in her eyes. Ophelia doesn’t know why she should be crying, right now. She never took many of Draco’s insults to heart. But maybe he’s right, maybe if Ophelia were different or better. Her mother would be the one to take her to the Express not a cousin of her deadbeat father. She appreciates Andy but it isn’t the same. 

Ophelia sees the figure leave her door and the tears stop. She pulls out a handkerchief from her breast pocket and daps at her eyes. She sniffles and then opens a small glass pot of crystallised pineapple. A few of these might help stave off hunger until the Great Feast. Ophelia cracks her knuckles and gets out her Quidditch broom: A relic of the 80s, the Widowmaker, made of black hawthorn, with etchings of ancient ruins, calling upon the Old Gods and Goddess of Victory for their blessing.  It once belonged to her Uncle Regulus. He was a seeker for most of his school years. Although she plays Beater, Ophelia hopes he’s a little proud of her, along with her father. 

Rumors circulate in a hushed whisper about a new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor and that he was riding the Express. Ophelia thought it was odd, for the past few years professors dropped like flies. Teaching didn’t seem like such a hard job to her, but then again one student in particular has a knack for finding trouble, and his name is Harry Potter. Honestly the boy breathes and he seems to have a new enemy. The boy never spoke to her, probably because his friends don’t like Ophelia. The redhead that Harry was always around belonged to the Weasley family. A great kind family, is how Andromeda had described them, but from what Ophelia saw of them that was a hopeful lie. The twins in her year took pleasure in jeering at the newly sorted Slytherins. She pitied them for a while until the new students began whispering about her and her family. 

She didn’t need many friends in school. Ophelia has better and grander things planned for herself after Hogwarts, she didn’t need to peak, like so many of her classmates. Perhaps she’d apprentice under a great Potions’ master and cure a mysterious ailment or play Quidditch full time. Either she thought her parent’s would be proud of. Although her father might have wanted her to pledge herself to serving He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Ophelia had only heard the story of her father from Ted, Andy’s husband. Andromeda wasn’t very happy that he told her but she does have a right to know why her father is locked up. 

Ophelia thought it was odd that Draco was told by his mother to warn her. Why did his mother care what happens to her? She knew of her relation to Draco but maybe that’s not why Narcissa warned her. Maybe Narcissa is trying to help Sirius on a mission from the Dark one. Wait, those black figures, those were dementors. Ophelia read about them once before Andromeda took her book, gave her a broom and threw her outside with Ted, after she spent nearly a whole summer in her room. Ophelia remembers that the ministry controls them through a complicated set of enchantments. Why would the dementors be on the train unless the ministry assumes Sirius would try to get to Hogwarts? 

She hopes her father isn’t here to kill Harry. Ophelia would like to receive as many OWL scores as she can reasonably achieve. Those scores will put her into advanced classes and then she could graduate with multiple NEWTs. Her father murdering Harry would surely cancel the examinations. Ophelia sits up straight when an idea flashes in her head. She’s going to find her father and turn him into the ministry, thus destroying the followers of the dark ones plan, and perhaps even being rewarded with an Order of Merlin: First Class, being honor and glory back to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. After being awarded, she won’t even need to become an apprentice, Ophelia knows everything she’ll even need to know.

The only problem with this plan: how do you trap a serial murderer,who helped He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named, kill James and Lily Potter? 

Ophelia snaps her fingers while murmuring ideas to herself before stopping. “Obviously with bait, but who.” 

“Harry.” She answers her own question. 

[butchhamlet]

Ok I also asked Ophelia but I also want Beatrice

BEATRICE TIMEEEEEEEEEEE HELL YEAHHHH

Sexuality Headcanon: okay i have a lot of thoughts about lesbian much ado and how that would change the gender dynamics of the play and i could in fact give a ted talk on this but in a hypothetical f/f version i think mean dyke beatrice who is so so sick of getting told about the men she should date is so legendary. god tier. alternatively i think she’s a very tired bisexual

Gender Headcanon: woman! any flavor of woman. though i will say that trans woman beatrice hits specifically different

A ship I have with said character: ...........i think benedick and beatrice can have little a rights. as a treat. (it’s the mutual respect and the fact that they both show love via banter and the enemies-to-lovers-but-they-were-never-that-seriously-enemies.)

A BROTP I have with said character: MORE CONTENT ABT BEATRICE AND HERO BEING CLOSE AND HAVING EACH OTHER’S BACKS ALL THE TIME PLEASE

A NOTP I have with said character: ...who else do ppl ship beatrice with? i mean. i guess i’ve seen people ship her with hero in which case i respect the attempt at f/f but guys they are cousins please. they are cousins i am begging. also beatrice/don pedro is bad because don pedro is a slimeball [kicking dirt at him]

A random headcanon:

modern beatrice dresses like an art hoe. overalls. denim on denim.

wears suits to formal events because “fuck gender roles” and also she looks hot in them and is aware of it

she also has a garden and she ONLY takes selfies with her plants. fuck an “angle” fuck a “filter” her qualifications for a selfie are 1. plant

whether modern or canon-era, she had a teenage phase where she was just... so argumentative... all the time... but like in a social-justice way. like she used to fight people re: women’s rights (and rightfully so). but by the time the play starts she’s just. so tired. you know the one production where she is simply such tired disaster energy. yeah

postcanon i don’t think she ever fully forgives claudio. like, even if hero does, and even if they make up, and even if they’re happy now, i think she’s always going to be a little wary of him

you know that post that’s like “in the wokest way possible beatrice is criminally and sacredly thick”

General Opinion over said character: beatrice please marry me

[brightmaiden]

neverlandskyrider asked: "80's movie asks! I ask ALL OF THEM! Muahahahaha! If you so choose to answer them, of course! But specifically: Drugstore Cowboy, St. Elmo's Fire, Dangerous Liaisons, Rumble Fish, and Young Guns."

Ooooh, of course I want to answer all of them! ::rubs hands together in glee:: But I'll start with those specific ones and tuck the rest behind a cut, so as to spare anyone who would prefer to avoid an entire meme's worth of answers....

drugstore cowboy: which historical figure most spikes your interest?

For a very long time now, it's been Alfred the Great---the way he ruled, and how me made the decisions he did, intrigues me---but I've recently taken an interest in Joanna of Castile (Juana la Loca). The truth of her marriage and her mental health are difficult for historians to determine, and I would very much like to meet her and find out the truth of them for myself.

st. elmo's fire: what's one piece of advice you would give to someone two years younger than yourself?

That would probably depend a lot on what they need to hear, which is different for everyone. The closest I can get to general advice would probably be: keep finding your way. Keep seeking it out, following the road, fighting for where you want to be and who you want to become.

dangerous liaisons: which language would you most like to learn?

Korean! Mostly so I can watch all the K-dramas I want, but also because it's a different sort of language from any I've tried learning in the past.

rumble fish: who do you look to for guidance in times of need?

My family and best friends, whichever of them possesses the most expertise in the area I need guidance.

young guns: what's one style that you love on others but would never try yourself?

Those 50s-era housewife-style dresses. As a young-looking, occasionally naive blonde, if I were to wear dresses like those, no one would ever take me seriously.

And now for the rest of them:

bill and ted's excellent adventure: are you more of an optimist or pessimist?

Indefatigable optimist. I do a good impression of a realist when necessary, but I think my brain would just throw out static if I genuinely attempted pessimism.

back to the future: which decade in the last century would you most have liked to live in?

Probably the 1910s. I wouldn't enjoy the politics...or the war...or the plague, but I have a slight fascination for the time period, regardless. The fashion is definitely part of it, but it's also so different from the rest of the century---a kind of dividing line between what I think of as old-timey life and modern life---that I'd like to know what it feels like to live in that world.

the breakfast club: which high school stereotype do you fit into best?

Geek. Definitely. Even after all these years.

ferris bueller's day off: what's your guilty pleasure?

I don't really do guilty pleasures. One of the benefits of being the aforementioned geek is that I don't apologize for the things I enjoy. Sometimes it's difficult to explain to people why, exactly, I love fanfiction or romance novels or cheesy Hallmark movies, but I don't really care if they understand or appreciate what I do about those things. I love what I love, no guilt, no shame, no irony. (Though sometimes I will laugh at myself for just how much I love those things.)

footloose: who did you last dance with?

My new little niece, Ophelia. She's almost 6 months old and dancing makes her smile...or fall asleep. Win-win.

the goonies: what was the last thing to make you laugh?

A snippet of "The Ballad of Dunny Roll" as shared on an episode of the podcast 99% Invisible, Wipe Out. (If you, too, want to know about the history of toilet paper and the nature of the shortage, I highly recommend giving this episode a listen.)

the outsiders: why is your best friend your best friend?

I have three best friends, and while they are very different people, each one of them makes me better somehow...and allows me to make them better. They value honesty, especially with themselves, just as I do, and are driven, as I am, by a need to keep growing, keep becoming the people they want to be. I can talk about anything with them, and I know the effort I put into maintaining our friendship long-distance will always be met with the same effort on their end. There are other things I love about them, but these are the bedrock of our friendship.

the lost boys: would you rather be immortal or objectively beautiful to everyone?

I'm not sure I'd really, truly enjoy being objectively beautiful, but I'd still prefer that to immortality. To quote Queen, completely out of context, "Who waaants to liiiive foreveeeer?"

labyrinth: what's the relationship with your siblings like?

Wonderful. There is so much love and support and wisdom and laughter among us that I don't know what I would do without it. We each have our own way of being, our own expertise, our own foibles and strengths, and we definitely misstep with each other from time to time, but we are always there for one another.

the karate kid: when did you last have to work really hard to achieve something you're proud of?

I completed a motorcycle safety course last fall, and while I'm fairly indifferent about the actual motorcycle license I'm now approved to get, I'm incredibly proud of how I stuck with it. 12 hours wrangling a machine doesn't sound like that much work, but I have rarely, if ever, encountered a task that played so effectively to my weaknesses. I thought in a situation like that, I'd probably quit...or, at least, find myself so bogged down with embarrassment, frustration, and dread of failure that I wouldn't be able to continue. Instead, I found myself shaking off the negative thoughts, finding my focus, and trying again. And again. And again. I didn't know I had that in me, that I could wield my will in quite that way.

stand by me: why did you last go on a road trip?

Last Thanksgiving my brother, his friend, and I went on an overland camping trip in northern Arizona. We traveled forest and fire roads between Cherry and the South Rim of the Grand Canyon and got to see some really gorgeous scenery.

pretty in pink: what's your signature 'look'?

Bright colors, classic lines with touches of whimsy, form-fitting, no layers, generally casual. Flats. Scarves. Earrings and bracelets, when I bother. Make-up, if I wear it, involves thick lines of non-black eyeliner, colored mascara, and/or bright lipstick.

ghostbusters: where were you when you watched your favourite movie for the first time?

I think I was in the basement of the house I grew up in, watching it with my family on video. I remember thinking it was really weird the first time I watched it---so much so that when I saw it again, I was startled by how charming I found it. (This would be Strictly Ballroom, which is pretty weird at times. Objectively speaking.)

sixteen candles: at which age do you consider a person to be mature?

I generally consider a person to be mature when they're capable of behaving in mature ways. That is, taking responsibility for their actions, owning their mistakes, behaving with consideration for the people around them. So, y'know, some people are never mature. If we're talking about legal definitions of maturity...that's tricky. I think people generally start that journey as they enter into the adult world, but the prefrontal cortex---the part of the brain vital for decision-making---isn't fully developed until around 25. So while 18 and 21 are understandable cut-off ages for "adulthood," brains at those ages are still growing up.

dirty dancing: where were you when you first heard your favourite song?

I have no idea. I grew up with my family listening to every single Dan Fogelberg album we owned, and I didn't even really start paying attention to music until I was in high school. So it is entirely possible that I first heard "Stars" when I was an infant.

better off dead: why did you last laugh so hard it reduced you to tears?

I don't remember! I have a vivid memory of sitting in my mother's living room with my siblings and laughing so hard my eyes welled up, but I don't remember what we were talking about or what was so funny.

heathers: did you apologise the last time you were unreasonably mean?

I'm not sure if "mean" is the right description for this, but I sniped at my brother for something I decided he needed to work on...and realized later that not only was this an unjust accusation, it was also a misrepresentation of what was really bothering me. The next time I saw him, I apologized for thinking ill of him, explained what had really been troubling me, and he cut me off mid-apology with a hug. Positive reinforcement, that. :D

parenthood: is there anyone you're not biologically related to that you consider 'family'?

Hahaha, yes. As you well know, Casie, sister-mine. But I generally consider anyone I love deeply to be family, even if they don't think of themselves that way. "Family" is the gold standard of devotion for me, so I drag everyone I can into that category.

permanent record: where were you the last time you told someone you loved them?

In my bedroom on the phone with you, Casie. I honestly love how commonplace it's become to say those words to the people in my life. We say good-bye, we say I love you. That's just how it is.

e.t.: what's one 'weird' feature that you love about yourself?

What my brother refers to as my "rich inner life." It's become a bit of a joke now, especially since every time I talk about how boring my life is, he'll rejoin with, "But you have such a rich inner life!" but I genuinely love this in myself. I don't live a vivid, exciting outer life, and I think I come across as boring to a lot of people, but my mind is such an interesting place, filled with ideas and possibilities and curiosity and warmth. If I'm weird for living mostly in my head, it's a weirdness I cherish.

oxford blues: why did you last pretend to be something you're not?

I'm an Fi-dom enneagram 4w5: I don't pretend to be something I'm not. Ever. I think the closest I come is lying to unrelenting men about having a boyfriend waiting for me. And maybe, if you squint, role-playing characters for dialogue-writing purposes. I've learned some Slytherin-ish discretion over the years, but beyond that, what you see is what you get.

dead poet's society: the last time you made a decision that everyone around you told you not to make, how did it work out?

Really well. When I first considered becoming a librarian, my family---especially my dad---didn't think I'd enjoy it. I tried to get into what they thought I would enjoy, hated it, ended up as a librarian anyway, and learned that as much as I value others' opinions of who I am and what I can do, my own instincts in those matters are just as important.

[fiantodurihq]

under the cut you’ll find a list of our acceptances for this round. thank you so much for applying, we are very excited to have you join us !! you’ve got twenty-four hours to contact the headmaster and arrive back at hogwarts !! find the required list of supplies for the new school year over HERE.

hogwarts welcomes KASSIE as PETER PETTIGREW ( fc: alex saxon )

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( alex saxon, demi male, he&him ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 PETER PETTIGREW, the 10TH year GRYFFINDOR student ! i hear that the TWENTY year old is known to be EXPRESSIVEand HEARTFELT and also very GUILELESS and UNFORTHCOMING. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL is a lot more telling.

hogwarts welcomes KAIT as AMYCUS CARROW ( fc: bill skarsgard )

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( bill skarsgard, cis male, he/him ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 AMYCUS CARROW, the ELEVENTH year SLYTHERIN student ! i hear that the TWENTY ONE year old is known to be INTELLIGENT and DETERMINED and also very MANIPULATIVE and SADISTIC. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the DEATH EATERS  is a lot more telling.

hogwarts welcomes KAIT as OHELIA ROWLE ( fc: kaylee bryant )

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( kaylee bryant, demi female, she/her and they/them ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 OPHELIA ROWLE, the NINETH year RAVENCLAW student ! i hear that the NINETEEN year old is known to be MOTHERLY and WISE and also very IMPULSIVE and WORRISOME. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL is a lot more telling.

hogwarts welcomes MINDA as TED TONKS ( fc: jordan fisher )

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( jordan fisher, cis male, he/him ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 EDWARD ‘TED’ TONKS, the TENTH year HUFFLEPUFF student ! i hear that the TWENTY year old is known to be HARD-WORKING and CONSIDERATE and also very CLUMSY and FEARFUL. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a MUGGLEBORN and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL ( order leaning ) is a lot more telling.

[tedwardtcnks]

WHEN: January 21st, 12:04am WHERE: Edge of the Forbidden Forrest WHO: Ted & @andromeduhblack​

Ted usually wasn’t very good at surprises. He at the very least wanted to drop her a hint that he had something planned, and he had been planning since the night of the Yule Ball....after his sober brain reran every conversation the two had the entire night. Half of which he assumed he had dreamed about, but when Andromeda didn’t slap him the next time he talked to her Ted felt it was safe to assume it wasn’t a dream. But he hadn’t indicated he planned anything--- not that there was a lot of time to do so. The downside of being interested in a girl completely out of one’s league is Ted couldn’t be seen with Andromeda. It was hard to sneak around and be sure you were alone with so many people in the school, but Ted took some precautions. It was after hours, and...he wasn’t having the Slytherin meet him inside the Castle on that particularly freezing night. The note he had dropped into her bag in passing during History of Magic class likely didn’t make much sense.

Ophelia,

I know it’s an odd request, but if you want to meet me down by the edge of the Forbidden Forrest at midnight. I promise I won’t make you freeze--- I know it’s cold.

Tedward

That was all Ted gave Andromeda, and he almost talked himself out of it assuming she wouldn’t show up. He hadn’t wanted to say more because he didn’t want to give away the surprise, though he almost regretted it as he waited. Ted had arrived early to set up, and let him say it was an odd conversation when his mum asked him why he was packing his tent in his trunk over break when it was January. Luckily enough he got away without saying too much, but he was sure his mum caught on by the quick excuse of: ‘you never know?’ He had gone through the effort of setting up the tent with blankets inside. Warming charms kept the cold air at bay inside the tent--- where he wished to be right that second because he was freezing and only wearing a bloody jumper because as he double checked his list to make sure he had everything and he forgot his bloody jacket. 

Hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers he looked around, keeping his wand close just in case. Hogwarts was a mess and it might not have been the smartest idea to be out past dark, nor the smartest idea to ask Andromeda to come out after dark. With the high presence of Aurors Ted hoped their only concern would be not getting caught...something he thankfully so far had achieved. The footsteps in the snow caught his attention, causing the Hufflepuff to look up. Ted didn’t move from his spot until Andromeda got closer, and that was only to meet her half way. Shrugging his shoulders, Ted let out a breath and glanced at her and then back at the tent. “You said you’ve never been camping. I’m not asking you to...sleep over with me. I know you need to be in your dorm in the morning. I just---” There was a pause, and he looked back at her. “---I just thought you’d like to see what it was like to lay outside under the stars.”

[sakumosowainthirst]

SakuMo’s Fire Emblem Headcanons That No One Asked For: LGBT+ Edition

Posted this on Twitter earlier, so I thought I’d throw it over here on Tumblr, too.  UwU  Also going to expound on some things.

Owain

I've noticed lots of people see Odiwain as bi.  I totally understand that interpretation, actually.  In my fic canon, I run him as completely straight but 100% comfortable in his masculinity.  Zero body shame, put him in a dress, he doesn't sweat it.  He's open for all sorts of experimentation with his wife.  So yeah, he’s just a straight dude who is comfortable in his own skin and loves his wife.

Corrin

Corrin, on the other hand, is canon bisexual and is bi in my fic canon.  When she was a preteen, she started noticing cute temp maids and that she found herself attracted to art of women.  It confused her, though, because she was sure she felt these same things about men.  She voiced this confusion to Camilla one day, and Camilla orchestrated a sibling gathering to accept and love Corrin’s revelation.  She told Owain about it while they were still dating, as a counterpoint to him coming clean about where he’s really from, his real name, etc.  (C: ”Well, since you’re being honest, I guess I should be, too.”  O: “?”  C: “Well, the thing is...I’m bisexual.”  O: *blinks* “So...you like women, too?”  C: *nervous fidget* “Yeah.”  O: “...Okay.”  C: “...Okay?”  O: “Yeah.  It doesn’t affect how you feel about me, right?”  C: “Not at all.”  O: “Then, okay.  It’s perfectly fine.  Thank-you for telling me.  I love you.”)  He’s very supportive of her.

Ophelia

Ophelia has the Bisexual Crisis because of Soleil.  Her mom helps her through it by coming out to her.  (O: "D...Does Papa know?"  C: "That I also like women?  Yes, of course."  O: "And he doesn't mind?"  C: "Of course not. I still love him, after all.  It's just part of who I am.  And if it's part of who you are, then it's fine. We'll always love you, baby." O: *tears*)

Kana

Kana is 10 years old.  Please don’t ship him.  He’s probably straight, but let him grow up some, please.

Others

Some other noteables:

Saizo: Ace/Aro

Subaki: Gay

Hayato: Grow up some more and we’ll talk

(These are totally like this because I’m a coward who doesn’t want to have to explain the Awakening expy kids, I’M SORRY)

Hinoka: Lesbian, happily single for now

Siegbert: Has the Gay Crisis about Shigure, and Azura!Shiro tries to hook his bro up with his bro, with the help/hindrance of his girlfriend, Nina.

Lucina: As I’ve mentioned in the past, Lucina is a lesbian.  Owain is her biggest supporter, and there are flashbacks of him being a [horrible] wingman.

I prob have more thoughts on this, but that’ll be it for now.  Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk about LGBT+ representation in my fics.