#cousin fred

[thehyperfixationcorner]

Stacy X Fred crackship art by my sister anyone? (I just think they have a vibe)

[the-scooby-gang]

There are many benefits to being Barbie's cousin

My Ko-fi

Edit: Guys I know her last name is Roberts. This is an AU and also a Barbie Tickets meme it’s not that deep

[citizenscreen]

“The two yutes”

[mindhowyougo]

that one time morse finally bagged a thursday, but uh, oops—

[praenus]

[ineverwrite]

All Good Things 5

Well Hi! Sorry its been a year, oops?

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Starting the term with the Dementors search left a particularly bad taste in everybody’s mouth. Schoolwork had gotten exceedingly harder since it was the first year of OWLS examinations, though Professor Lupin’s class was always something to look forward to. Y/N was relieved to have a competent Dark Arts teacher, and she found Professor Lupin’s youth, thinly veiled madness, and penchant for controlled chaos refreshing. What other teacher would bring a boggart into a classroom?

Then almost predictively, given the manhunt that was raking over the United Kingdom’s wizarding world, the school year progressed into a prison. Strict curfews were enforced and Hogsmeade trips were cancelled due to Sirius Black being on the run. When Neville got in all his trouble for having his passwords stolen by the fugitive, Y/N had been furious, albeit she didn’t know if her anger was directed at her well-meaning but forgetful cousin, McGonagall for publicly shaming the already ostracized boy, Sirius Black, or the world. It was not a good feeling.

            Her friends more often than not made her mood better, but any negative talk of Neville in any capacity earned a quick revenge by his older cousin. Y/N got quite good at discreetly ruining people’s day- splicing book bags, gluing tongues to roofs of mouths, tying shoelaces together, etc. Nothing that left permanent damage. It satisfied the anger, the mean streak that developed an insatiable craving for vigilante justice, and she could justify that she was practicing nonverbal magic and enhancing her skills as a witch. Isn’t that what school is for?  

            During one of the changing of classes Y/N and her fellow 5th-year Gryffindors were confronted by a hoard of 7th-year Ravenclaw students, loudly insulting the youngest Longbottom of his foolishness and stupidity while Neville could be seen tucking his blushing head and practically fleeing the scene, while Y/N stood still and took it in. The look on her face actually struck fear in Fred’s light prankster heart.

 Deftly, with barely a whisper of a spell or a movement of robes, Y/N hexed that unsuspecting Ravenclaw with a vicious Furnunclus curse, covering the bully immediately with large and prominent boils. Chaos ensued. The loud wailing of the victim, students trampling each other, all ducking and parting like the Red Sea to find the perpetrator, lucky for Y/N the girl quite literally ducked and covered, joining the crowd and concealing her identity from the frantic teachers in the corridor.  

Fred vowed never to make fun of Neville in front of his cousin as long as he lived, or actually, piss her off that badly, ever in his life.

            Locking eyes with Y/N he slowly smiled and nodded his approval- it truly was an act of a talented witch- and to not get caught! Teachers were whipping their heads around but couldn’t find the perpetrator. Y/N smirked, and a high flush appeared across her cheeks, making her almost glow.

She is beautiful.

            Fred had been surprised by the thought, but unsure of its meaning. They were good friends, known each other since diapers, how did he not realize she was also a pretty girl? That was looking at him. Limbs moved thankfully on their own accord, helping up and dusting the girl off. They were both giggling, falling back into line, the adrenaline rush of pulling off a minor crime and getting away with it, and maybe the rush of something new.

            The night that Buckbeak the hippogriff and Sirius Black’s great escape was an ordinary one for everybody who wasn’t Harry Potter’s immediate friend or foe. Late in the evening, Y/N was sitting at one of the windows of Gryffindor Tower, quietly taking in a beautiful night in the Scottish hills. OWLs were over, and Y/N was disappointed by her growing indifference to grades. To Y/N it was difficult to take a test seriously when it seemed obvious that there were bigger and more grave things brewing. The foreboding expressions on their professor's faces with every hysterical article from the Daily Prophet, the tight-lippedness of her parents’ letters, Y/N didn’t know what to think of it. A close creak next to the girl made her jump upright, wand gripped so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t splinter.

            “Merlin don’t curse me!” Fred Weasley yelped as he threw his hands above his head.

            The immediate sob of relief and realization that it was only her friend made Y/N want to cry.

            “Fred, what are you doing?” She whisper screamed, the feeling coming back in her hands, and the heat of the sun burning her cheeks into a bright crimson blush. Fred was in pajamas, a homemade blue jumper, and flannel pants, but with bare feet and bedhead. Obviously not intending to leave Gryffindor Tower. The question was met with a couple of seconds of silence.

            Fred raised a red eyebrow, the shadows of the night taking away most of his color.

            “I could ask you the same, or did McGonagall leave you in charge to hex anybody who dared cross the common room?” He asked sarcastically, hiding the fact that seeing the girl he fancied wielding what he knew could be a painful end to his night sent his heart rate through the roof. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it. Fred knew his friend was not expecting to be disturbed, and Black’s reappearance had put everybody on edge.

            She smiled instead, a true one, a smile that made Fred’s chest swell with affection and pride for making it come into existence.

            “No, just, thinking,” Y/N answered, sitting back down, drawing her knees back into her chest.

            “Ah, never good.” Fred joked, weakly, as he took the open spot next to her. They both took in the night, not exactly needing to end the comfortable silence, but politely waiting for the other to speak first. It was Y/N.

            “You never answered my question.” Why he was awake?

            “Honestly? Lee snores.” Fred replied with an exhausted chuckle, it was very very early in the morning. They sat and talked about nothing, which meant everything to them. Y/N welcomed the attention and distraction from her earlier worries that brought her to this spot, to this chair, and to this moment with the boy she had grown to be so fond of. After a couple of yawns and rubbing of eyes the pair agreed to part and get some sleep.

            Y/N was already halfway from their perch to the girls' staircase when she heard Fred exclaim looking out the window,

            “Blimey that must be a big bird!”

[gabsterdabster]

How Vanessa casually carries Gregory

[thehyperfixationcorner]

Some quotes I wrote of Stacy as an agent because I felt like it (spun off from a quote I made while watching the Phineas and Ferb space mountain chibi tiny tale):

Linda: I can't believe Candace didn't tell me she was bi!

Candace, pointing at herself: I didn't have to

Meanwhile, Stacy: BI the way, I'm Bi too, ha ha

Perry: (that chatter he does)

Stacy: I'm well aware we're hanging upside down over a loan shark tank but I still felt like it was important to share, what with all the backstory stuff your villains do

Random Villain: fair, fair

loan shark tank: aye, where's our money

Stacy: So you're on a teamup thing, with a... Super Hamster?

Perry: (chatter)

Stacy: And a literal little girl? Wow that's crazy. hey, don't start flirting with that Hamster XD

Perry (points at her)

Stacy: Who, me? Why would I be more likely? You're literally known for driving the ladies wild and all that. Besides, that would distract from the mission, and I promised I'd do better with that

Perry (slight apologetic nod)

Stacy: Apology accepted. I'll show you, I can totally focus...

Fred: Hey, I was sent by Hamster and Gretel to ensure you get to the teamup on time. Not that I had anything better to do. Really. I didn't. Meh.

Stacy:

Perry (waving arm before her)

Stacy (very into girls): God, why have you forsaken me

[the-scooby-gang]

With Yabba's appearance in "Us But Not Quite" (love Stone's reaction of "oh god the dog has an accent!"), I am curious. Where does he fall on the "bound-unbound" scale in your Rogers Family AU? (side note: I do remember him actually using magic in one ep, and it was that an egg appeared under his hat and it hatched. this was after a very long plot involving a magician, iirc.)

Now this one I have to check my notes again, but if my memory doesn’t fail me he is bonded to Deputy Sheriff Dusty

[citizenscreen]

“WHAT IS A YUTE?”

[tragedia]

i need everyone to know that mr. winfred, with certain words and at certain times (like when angry or tired or drunk) has a slight orlesian accent that comes through in his speech. it's not fully there all the time, because he a) was still born in kirkwall originally b) was raised among people with an assortment of different accents, however it does happen along with him sometimes using orlesian phrases.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

My Cousin Vinny (1992)

Fred Gwynne as Judge Chamberlain Haller

Herman Munster could have got a taste.

What? He could have.

On A Side Note: Joe Pesci, Lane Smith, Bruce McGill, Maury Chaykin and J. Don Ferguson could have gotten a taste too.

[justpotterthings8]

You know what cracks me up every time? It’s before, and after, Bill and Fleur’s wedding and Fred and George are just flirting with the veela cousins and I believe it was Fred, who called dibs on one.

[ameliathefatcat]

Wotter cousins cooking headcanons

Teddy- Can cook, he’s average at it

Victoire- One of the best cooks of the cousins

Molly II- Worst cook, banned from the kitchen’s after setting it on fire. Can only make scrambled eggs, uses UberEats way too much

Dominique- Can cook but doesn’t have the patience to. Loves set it and forget it recipes

James Sirius- Destroys the kitchen when he cooks

Rose- Loves to cook and try out new recipes

Albus- Can cook a handful of meals, mostly things that have instructions on the box

Freddie- Best baker in the family. He loves to bake for family and friends and NEVER uses a box cake mix

Roxanne- Freddie’s taste tester.

Lucy- Ends up cooking for Molly

Louis- Refuses to cook

Hugo- Loves to cook to relax and often makes recipes he finds on TikTok

Lily Luna- Pretty good at it, loves to make food that’s very colorful

[remix-of-your-guts]

"t won't make you look like your anime twink transition goals you know" that's okay my transition goals are actually to be like my grandpa- an old man with a long white beard who lives in a cottage in the middle of the woods and wears a wizard hat when he goes out

[moviehealthcommunity]

My Cousin Vinny (1992)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.

My Cousin Vinny has a sudden strobe of lightning happening as two characters attempt to fall asleep in a car. The strobe only lasts a couple of seconds. There are single flashes from a camera every once in a while, almost always with a couple of seconds of warning.

A few scenes take place in moving vehicles. All of the camera work in this film is either stationary or very smooth.

Flashing Lights: 4/10. Motion Sickness: 1/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: A person’s natural stutter is treated as a joke.

Image ID: A promotional poster for My Cousin Vinny