#galavant for ts

[caruliaa]

the thing about hard times for heros the cut song from disenchanted is that in order to like it i have to pretend its a cut song from galavant instead

[the1975attheirverybest]

not to be annoying but if he rly is engaged to an influencer and has fully moved to la I may be actually getting the ick. I like my artists to be artists not celebrities. I can’t hold it against him since he’s rly been through it, but the 75s art has always been so interesting because they were kinda outsiders even where they were super popular/trendy thinking 2014. Truly happy if he’s happy just hope their future music is actually good and isn’t stuck in the la/celeb bubble that so many fall into

Yeah, I don’t know. I felt something similar this time last year when he was galavanting around the city of NY with TS and her friends. Then I felt weird about it when he made that speech about how “some people they have people but I have you guys.” “I don’t get [to go home to someone special] but look at what I do get ladies and gentlemen.” And realized that I have misjudged him and I feel guilty about it.

He’s not around these days. We don’t know what’s going on in that mysterious head of his. Who knows. If wait for the album to drop (whenever that may be) and see what his outlook is nowadays and whether he’s selling out or not before I decide. But his behavior to be icky ngl

[regalpotato]

GALAVANT!!

put a fandom in my ask and i’ll answer:

otp Madalena/Gareth...obviously I'm trash for those two

favourite canon pairing Madalena/Gareth 'I love you, more than you'll ever know' just stab me it would hurt less

worst pairing ever Isabella/Madalena. 1. they hate each other and that would not be healthy also 2. I don't care for Isabella

guilty pleasure pairing Galavant/Madalena. I don't actively ship it, but I love exploring their relationship especially since Galavant truly loved her once.

a pairing you want to see more I WANT TO SEE GARETH RESCUE MADALENA FROM HERSELF :'(

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no” Richard/Gareth. I'm totally here for gay!Richard and bi/pan!Gareth. But I see them more as brothers.

favorite non-romantic pair Galavant & Richard for sure

[biomic]

galavant is just a dnd campaign where every character is a bard

[peculiarities-starryeyed-oddity]

Maybe You're Not The Worst Thing Ever is an Intrulogical song and no one can convince me otherwise

[keyofjetwolf]

Also amazing in that scene, and deserving of special attention, is Wormwood’s entire reaction to the dude who popped up behind him.

[id-rather-go-live-in-a-trash-can]

This has been on my brain for an entire week and its too good not to share this incredible masterpiece! Secret Mission from Galavant with Deceit and Remus? This animatic is genius! Plus the art is amazing! The facial expressions are great and the way they have them move is so cute! Ive also been laughing at it since it was put up too.

They are hotvanilla on YouTube but if they have a Tumblr that wasn't mentioned in their description and someone knows it then tag them please!

[qqueenofhades]

Galavant (especially season 2) may in fact be the pinnacle of all human television shows ever, and it will forever remain a crying shame that we were deprived of it.

[turneverybodyintopuppets]

TS ships + AUs I want to see them in

Royality: falls in love while attempting to matchmake mutual friends au

Logince: galavant (or any medieval quest) au

Prinxiety: roommates + snide sticky notes au

Roceit: fake dating au

Logicality: disney’s enchanted au

Moxiety: flowershop/tattoo artist expectation subversion au

Moceit: a human’s shoulder-angel/shoulder-demon, complete with themed outfits au

Intruality: soulmate (draw-on-your-skin variety) au

Analogical: met online (in fandom?) au

Loceit: mr. & mrs. smith au

Intrulogical: teachers + each talks about his husband 24/7 but no one else puts two and two together au

Anxceit: fake dating, but they’re also exes au

Dukexiety: accidental baby acquisition au

Dukeceit: pirate/mermaid au

Creativitwins (platonic, obvs): parent trap au

[flintjames]

Hey! A friend of mine has been working on this for a while and she has asked me to spread the voice regarding a Galavant convention happening in Rome soon. They are hoping to reach a high number of interested people in order to invite more guests, such as Mallory Jansen (which is also linked to Agents of SHIELD), Karen David (also linked to Once Upon A Time), Timothy Omundson (also linked to Supernatural) and many more. If you are interested check out the Fan Page (and be sure to like it in order to receive all the updates) and the group dedicated to the Con. May Galavant live forever thanks to its fans!

[geordiewrites]

Hey i just read exile inspired fic and it is soo good. I think you should write one based on the song tolerate it by ts? With harry plz. The drama, fight, tears.. I think you will reflect the emotion so well omg.

Tolerate It | Harry Potter

A/N: Hi lovely! First off, I adored this request so much and I really hope I’ve done it justice. Tolerate It is such a beautiful song and defo one of my favourites off of Evermore to cry to, there’s just so much detail hidden within the lyrics and I adore that. Harry too!! There’s not enough stuff for Harry, so I hope I’ve done well for you! ( Also this is super short, but I’ve been swamped with coursework xox )

Summary: Y/N is in love with The Boy Who Lived, and due to marry him in the Spring with a beautiful April wedding. Friends to lovers to that engaged couple who are just too in love to function, they share the most perfect story. But when Y/N begins to see their relationship for what it is, her entire world is thrown off key...

Warnings: angst and lots of it, loneliness, sadness, swearing.

~

“You’re coming home tonight, right?” Y/N asks, excitement and anticipation heavy in her tone, cherry red nails clicking against the cold metal of the answerphone.

“Of course, I’ll be back soon, love.” Harry Potter, her beloved fiancé, answered back on the other side from his workplace all the way in central London. His office is almost empty, devoid of any homely photos or colleagues: they had all gone home to their families long ago, and yet he stayed behind. He had no work to finish, no cases glaring to be solved. There was nothing to do but leave, but Harry didn’t.

“You’ve said that before.” Y/N pointed out blandly, her forced smile fading slightly. Many times had Harry said he was on his way home, only to send a letter the next morning apologising for suddenly getting swamped with unavoidable paperwork. “Please come home Harry, I’ve even made your favourite for dinner.”

“That sounds good, I promise I’ll be there soon. I’m just leaving the Ministry now.” Harry replied monotonously, not sounding nearly as happy as Y/N wished he would. Perhaps he had just had a bad day at the office, he must have done. But he had just one too many bad days now, and the reality that he might not want to see her was beginning to sink in.

Shaking off that horrible thought, Y/N inhaled a sharp breath and chewed the edge of her top lip. “Alright, if you say so. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye.” Harry said shortly before putting the phone down and staring at his office, desperately trying to find a reason to stay at work. He did love Y/N, he did. Heck, he had even asked her to marry him and kissed the edge of her lips as they set the date. And then postponed it. And then postponed it another year after that, all because of some urgent work that Harry had suddenly come across. He was just so young, forced to grow up so quickly he didn’t even have time for a scrap of a childhood. Maybe that was why he didn’t want to see Y/N, why going home to their apartment often felt like a chore.

Back at their cosy flat in the nicer part of Greenwich, Y/N put the phone down after hearing an abrupt beep on the other end that let her know he had hung up. She sighed before walking over to a tall cabinet that stood to the side of their kitchen, taking out a set of nice china plates her Grandmother had left her and crystal wine glasses. It was the lovely cutlery only used for things like Christmas and obligatory dinner parties her family forced her to hold.

After setting it out on the table, Y/N checked the time and supposed that if Harry really had left as he said, he would be back in just a minute through the wonders of apparation. Carefully so she wouldn’t somehow spill the food in her clumsiness, a quality Harry once said he loved about her, Y/N moved the food from the oven, to plates and then through to their front room where the fancy cutlery was set up. A smile made its way onto her face, a beaming, gorgeous smile of confidence that her and Harry would finally have the night she deserved. One where work or his reluctance to put effort into their relationship, even if she did pretend she knew nothing about this, didn’t get in the way.

Alas however, minutes passed and there was no sign of Harry anywhere. The food grew colder and that wonderful, rare smile of hers faded into an all too comfortable frown, the crease between her eyebrows deepening with not only disappointment, but anger. A growing resentment for Harry’s lack of care or even acknowledgement of their engagement. He didn’t seem to give two hoots that she had made a lovely meal; after all, he had only called it ‘good’. Not fabulous or decadent or even something praiseful. Just good.

They hadn’t said ‘I love you’ before they hung up the phones. Harry had only said one word. Y/N’s mind began to spiral, her breathing growing quicker and sharper as the thought that it might be time to confront Harry about the buildup of letdowns over the course of the last few months. A year even, since he had properly spent time at home. At their home, the one in which he had knelt down on one knee and told her he wanted to grow old with her by his side, failing at muggle card games on the front porch as they watched their grandchildren play.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Y/N retreated to grasping at the doorframe to keep her body from tumbling to the ground. Her mind whirred with the usual possibilities to try and chase away his lateness. Got caught at work, perhaps Ron called. But none of it compared to the looming threat that Harry was scraping any old excuse together in order to stay away. That he was lying, something she never thought she would have to think about him doing. Harry had always been such an honest person, even as a child.

Y/N remembered how nervous he was when he first asked her out during their fifth year at Hogwarts. He had been on this disastrous date with some Ravenclaw she couldn’t quite remember the name of, and come back utterly defeated. Feeling sorry for a friend she had always harboured a crush on, Y/N had stayed up all night convincing him something better was around the corner. It occurred to Harry quite quickly after that that Y/N was that somebody. She liked him, and at the time that was enough to make him think he was in love. To some degree he was, but not nearly as much as Y/N had fallen for him.

It was almost midnight when the front door to their apartment clicked with the turn of a key, and Y/N, still standing in the same sad place by the door to their living room, finally saw Harry step into their home. It had been hours since they were supposed to eat the food that Y/N had worked to hard to create. There it still sat however, with the plates and crystal glasses and unopened bottle of wine in the same place, completely untouched.

Y/N had a thousand things to say to him. Usually it would begin with her asking him where he had been galavanting off to, but not tonight. Tonight was the final tear in her elastic heart, just enough to finally make it tear into two broken, hollowed out pieces. She stood, silent and just watched as he took off his shoes and put his coat back in it’s place without saying anything. Harry wasn’t even trying anymore, and that hurt more than him being late to begin with.

“Sorry for the delay, something came up.” Harry said, standing a few metres away from her. There was no affectionate kiss to the forehead like when they were fresh out of Hogwarts with teenage dreams and ambitions. No arm comfortably slung around her waist in a protective manner. Y/N missed that especially out of all the things that had faded away. That simple gesture that showed he wanted to hold her above all else, above everyone else who had ever wanted to touch the Chosen One like she did.

“Something.” Y/N repeated, no emotion in her voice. It sounded almost like a recording being played back to him, just with any tone sucked away. “It’s always something, isn’t it?” She continued, not finding quite the right words to encompass the flummox of emotions seeping into her veins. “Work. Ron called. Hermione called. Work. Work again.”

“There really was something.” Harry pathetically added. It was a lie of course, he had spent the hours at his desk alone and staring aimlessly at a fountain pen as it leaked ink onto the black carpet of his office.

“Do you really think I don’t know you at all? Stop lying to me, Harry, just stop it. I’m done with being lied to.” Y/N says, her voice remaining as monotonous as ever as if she’s already grieving something. “I want to know what was so important that you’ve missed the dinner I made. The last thirty dinners, in fact.”

Harry just runs a hand through his messy hair as he tries desperately to think of something to say. But he can’t. There’s nothing to say that would make him any less guilty.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He manages to whisper.

“You’ve said that already.” Y/N points out without missing a single beat. She’s exhausted of pretending that she doesn’t know what Harry’s been doing, drained of all energy to put in effort anymore.

“Just tell me what the problem is and we can fix it.” He begs, but his voice is shaky and the words sound as though he’s reading them from a script.

“Fine. When did you stop being in love with me?” Y/N asks, sadness seeping into her voice. Tears began to form in her eyes but were quickly blinked away; the last thing she wanted was for Harry to see her as weak. She might be pathetic, pitiful, stupid for not realising earlier... but Y/N was not going to be weak. Not now, not ever.

“Why would you think that? Y/N, I could never stop loving you.” Harry said, trying to wrap her into a hug only for Y/N to quickly wriggle out of his cold grasp. His fingers left icy burns where they had briefly touched her arm, and Harry’s face dropped as he realised she didn’t want him anywhere near her.

“But you have, Harry. Otherwise you wouldn’t be coming home at ridiculous times, or avoiding even looking at me like you are now. You don’t love me, you tolerate me because you don’t want to be alone. I feel like I’m begging to be in the footnotes in the story of your life, not a main character anymore.” Y/N explained quietly, neither expecting her to be so frank but once the blunt words were spilling from her lips, not even she could stop them. She watched as Harry’s face crumpled, sadness twisting her gut as she fervently tried not to cry herself.

“Y/N... I don’t know what to say.” Harry trailed off. Y/N used to be so infatuated with him, so desperately in love that she was blind to his flaws, much like his ridiculous fan base. But she had grown up from the teenager with a crush to a young woman with heart and with ambitions, and Harry was no longer apart of what she wanted out of life. She had stopped being a part of his long ago, she just hadn’t realised it then.

“Is this in my head? Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow, Harry. Because please believe me, I could do it. I could leave.”

“I can’t.” Harry finally said. “I did love you once, Y/N. I’m not even sure what happened to us if I’m being completely honest.”

“That’s the problem: you don’t really even want me to stay. But that’s the thing... you built an entire new wizarding world after you defeated You-Know-Who, and where was I? I’m sorry for being dramatic and shit but I’m taking this dagger out and finally going where I need to be.” Y/N continued, not pausing as not to give him any time to ask her to stay, not that he would. Her mind was made up, and even Harry could see that.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Harry whispered, his voice trailing off as Y/N went to get her coat from a peg just beside their front door.

“It’s alright, really. I know you don’t hate me, but both of us know this isn’t working anymore. I deserve someone who celebrates me and my love, and that isn’t you. I’m not really sure that it ever was.” Y/N said, a sad smile gracing her delicate features. She looked almost relieved. Utterly broken-hearted, but relieved all the same. “I’ll come back for my stuff tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving me?” Harry said. Even though she had told him why, it still came as a shock. Y/N nodded. “I’m so sorry I didn’t treat you how you deserve.”

“I’m sorry about that too.” Y/N replied, both warmly and coldly at the same time. “Goodbye, Harry Potter. All the best.”

“Goodbye.” It was all Harry could fathom to say as she pressed her engagement ring back into his hand, the final recognition of their relationship officially being over. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery, one she at one point she thought she would never take off her finger. There were no more words exchanged about the gesture for none were needed, all had been said already.

One simple word that locked the door on their relationship, the one that Y/N had finally gained the courage to close in the first place. It had taken her so long, so pathetically long, to realise that something wasn’t right. That Harry was meant to love her, that love shouldn’t and can’t survive while being one sided. It shouldn’t have to be tolerated, and Y/N had finally learned that through all those lonely nights of wondering where Harry was, what he was getting up to at work, if he even was there.

But as Y/N’s grandma used to tell her every Christmas, as one door closes, another always opens.

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A/N: hoped you liked it anon!!!

Nancy xx

[romansleftshoulderpad]

I don’t think you all understand how much I love this show

[tadcoopers-throneroom]

Links to some Galavant polls tell me what identies you want here or on that tweet. Only vote on one it will make things eaiser and I’ll increase the time of its too short.

https://twitter.com/galavantpolls/status/1307063132439949321?s=21

https://twitter.com/galavantpolls/status/1307062662078103556?s=21

[regalpotato]

Galavant!

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Madalena obviously. The best awful person!

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

S2 Richard or Chef or Sid

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I feel like Roberta is underappreciated by the show and the fandom tbh

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Destiny. I want to know more about him lol Also Barry.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Wormwood ofc. I have so many issues with him and his treatment of Madalena and Gareth. But also, he's amazing.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

The Jester. Sorry not sorry.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Isabella

[mrsemmajones-archive]

I literally only watch ouat on ABC and I’m glad because this network doesn’t care at all about their fans and I’m happy I won’t be giving them any feedback after season 6 ends

[polyglot-noodle]

This thing was so unnecessarily rude, I am so hurt lmaoooo.

My results:

> Your spotify was tay-tay-fangirl-broadway-cottagecore bad.

> Thank your obsessions with Taylor Swift, show tunes, and Evermore for that.

I DO NOT REGRET IT! TS AND SHOW TUNES FOR LIFE!!! 😔🤚🏻

> Based on your listening habits, I can also tell you your Spotify was...

> former-boy-bander bad

I do love a good boy-band, don't hold it against me

> manic-pixie-dream-girl bad

Imma ignore that, shhhh

> napping-in-your-mancave bad

That's hilarious lmaooo

> no-genre-all-drama bad

> Unfortunately that's not all I learned:

You listen to these too much:

Chrissy, Wake Up by The Gregory Brothers

LMAOOOOOO I DID NOT KNOW I LISTENED TO THAT SONG SO MUCH HAJAJAJSJAJAJANJSJAA. IT'S A BANGER DON'T JUDGE ME

You are 24% basic. You're trying to impress with some obscure tracks like Cast of Galavant. Nobody's fooled..

NOT THE CAST OF GALAVANT

I hated that show, but it's got amazing music. More show tunes 😔🤚🏻

That's it. I'm done.

I need to go sit in silence for a second.

This broke me JAHSHSHAHAHS

reblog this and tell me in the tags how bad your spotify is