#john x mary edit

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They are SO CUTE!!!! :D I LOVE THEM!!!! :) Thank YOU SO MUCH for this!!!! You are WONDERFUL!!!! <3

THE WINCHESTERS 1.01 | 1.07

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Uncanny X-Men #192 (1985) highlights, I love when they get to be silly and have some fun between all the dying, time travelling and dimension hopping

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you know it hits hard

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{Taste - Sabrina Carpenter x Allerdrake}

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Marauders incorrect quotes

McGonagall: I have to ground you, Potter. I am grounding you. You are grounded.

James: What about my duties as Head Boy?

McGonagall: Okay fine. Other than that. And no music.

James: The record player‘s broken.

McGonagall: Then no broom.

McGonagall: I need my broom for practice.

McGonagall: Then, no .. uh … no Sirius.

Sirius: What?!

James: What?! No Sirius?!

McGonagall: NO SIRIUS!

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Shawn Ashmore, Anna Paquin, and Aaron Stanford at the press junket for X2: X-Men United (May 1, 2003)

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DRAKE RODGER as JOHN WINCHESTER MEG DONNELLY as MARY CAMPBELL

The Winchesters, S01E13

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DRAKE RODGER as JOHN WINCHESTER and MEG DONNELLY as MARY CAMPBELL

The Winchesters, S01E09

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Gwen's Character Development

Can we just discuss how Gwen's character development is one of the best, if not the best in all the show? I know her character is not exactly accurate to the books but I kind of love the fact they're giving a girl that was initially so unlikeable so many chances for redemption. It feels believable as a redemption because it spans gradually across the seasons and years and Gwen doesn't immediately find it easy to change or sometimes even remember the lesson she was meant to learn in the first place. It's also so interesting to me that her changes at the start of the show when she's younger began as major corrections for stuff that is more obviously wrong (like stealing things from her form) to things that initially seem petty and small (like her laziness), traditionally right (for example her siding with a major authority figure in season three), or even relatable (like her anxiety about failing her exams). It's like her character is being finetuned as she ages and becomes more aware of herself and I genuinely love it so much.

I also love that each time she is genuinely pushed to develop as a person, she sees the consequences her actions have on the feelings and well-being of the people around her, specifically the people that she loves, and it's then that she becomes the one to push herself to change, not because anybody else is doing the inner work for her. And while we're on the point of her seeing the effect of her choices on her loved ones, can we look at how many people she's come to slowly care for? The Gwen at the very beginning would've never dreamed of even associating with a gardener's assistant like Ron, let alone kissing him and developing feelings for him. She would've never dreamed of burping a baby especially not her teacher's, and she would've probably kicked Alicia for even getting close enough to call her a "pretty show pony" (lmao) and touching her ribbon. I find it so touching that she's developed a community of people she really cares for, even if she won't admit it, and has widened her view on which people are worth admitting into her life beyond just being wealthy, privileged and powerful.

But the main thing which makes her and her development so appealing to me is that she never loses her personality like so many characters across media do once they've been redeemed. No, Gwen will always be Gwendoline Mary Lacey at the end of the day and that's what arguably makes her one of the best in the show: she never loses the essence which draws you into her in the first place.

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John Mangles & Mary Grant ("In search of Captain Grant", 1985 / "В поисках Капитана Гранта", СССР, 1985)

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Professor X's new clothes, or the day the Morlocks saved Charles Xavier's life and briefly gave him a new punk wardrobe as a treat

Source and + under the cut

Bonus: the time Charles judged Sam's clothes and how it came back to bite his ass

From New Mutants #23 (1984)

From Uncanny X-Men #193 (1985)

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SO MANY PARALLELS, SERIOUSLY... These Two... THEY BELONG!!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!!!!! They DESERVE HAPPINESS!!!!! They DESERVE TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER!!!!! Thank YOU SO SO MUCH for this!!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :D LOVE LOVE LOVE <3

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

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⬩ pairing(s) gomez inspired!simon "ghost" riley x morticia inspired!fem!reader (feat. tf 141)

⬩ warning(s) language, spiders (mentioned), devoted husband!simon (seriously, he's absolutely obsessed with you!), dad!simon, mom!reader, mary shelley honorable mention, sexual tension, very light smut

⬩ author's note can not get enough of this family. this one cuts off right before mom and dad get to it but don't worry because there is definitely some gross stuff to look forward to! (lovely divider is by @wethairjoel)

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Bedtime stories are a major event in the Riley household, and it’s all because of you.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is what the children begged you to pick for this month’s readings. Unsurprising to you, Simon had Mr. Alfie find and purchase the prettiest 1831 edition of the story he could find. And find it the butler did, earning delighted cheers from the children and a raise in his already gracious salary at your direction.

Now, here you sit with your back against Raven’s bedframe, the girl is tucked into your side while Reaper rests his head on your thigh and plays with a loose thread on your floor-length nightgown. Simon opts to lean with crossed arms at Raven’s doorframe, heart squeezing at the sight of the three of you.

The children listen with full attention and Simon doesn’t have to wonder why–you’re magnetic. Eyes bright as you read the prose with all of the elegance and charm in the world. You do the voices and make faces, pulling a few smiles from Reaper and giggles from Raven. Simon himself can’t help but grin a little, mind floating back to when you’d first started the story.

It was a few Sunday dinners ago, and your audience was slightly larger than it is now after the children had convinced Johnny, Kyle, and Price to stay a little longer that evening.

You read to everyone in the sitting room of your large residence, settled in an Oxford Red Chesterfield chair. Raven and Reaper coaxed Johnny and Kyle to sit on the floor with them while Simon and John opted for the nearest sofa and a few fingers of whisky. Even Mr. Alfie had to stop and tune in for a spell.

“She’s something…” Price whispered to Simon that night just under his breath, and it was more than just the alcohol and full belly talking. Your husband could only huff with a nod, already aware with how effortlessly you allure his closest friends.

Simon can’t help but think the same, watching you here tonight.

The children whine and beg for just a few more pages, Mama when you finish this evening’s reading. Just as they do every night. 

“Tomorrow, my loves,” you promise them, and they know not to argue any further. “Now go kick Papa goodnight.”

Reaper is the first off the mattress, Simon barely catching the nine-year-old before he tackles his father at the legs. The boy pairs his hug with a soft kick to Simon’s foot.

“Goodnight, Papa.”

Simon bends, smooching a kiss into Reaper’s forehead.

“Night, my boy,” Simon replies sweetly. “Lemme say goodnight to your sister, then I’ll be over to tuck you, alright?”

Reaper gives a fast nod, hurrying from Raven’s room and a few doors down to the other bedroom of the hall. Simon watches him scamper, turning to Raven who’s flying into his arms faster than he can blink. Letting out a surprised oof as her knee hits his stomach.

“Nighnight, Papa,” she states, voice forcing a smile into your lips. Her little arms circle around his neck and she squeezes with all her might. “I love you more than spiders, mud, and all my toys.”

You and Simon share a chuckle at your daughter’s words. Rocking her, Simon embraces her back with an exploding chest.

“I love you more than spiders, mud, and all your toys.” He releases her after one last squeeze and doesn’t let the child go until her dangling feet touch the ground once more. “Now go kiss Mama.”

Raven turns but stops. Looking back at her father, a mischievous grin brightens her face. Both you and Simon already know what’s coming. You have to cover the laugh that leaves your mouth as Raven’s little foot smacks against her father a bit harder than Reaper’s did.

Simon jerks, rubbing at the spot with a fake wince while Raven runs back towards the bed with a bubbling giggle. Jumping atop the mattress, she crawls into your open arms. Simon lingers on the two of you before retreating to go take care of Reaper.

“Do you love me more than spiders and mud and toys? Hm?”

Raven nods right away at your question, kissing your nose before rolling to snuggle over her comforter. You scoot to the edge of the bed, working diligently to make sure she’s tucked and content.

Leaving her with one final peck on the cheek, you wish Raven sweet nightmares and flick her light.

Simon finds you laying across your shared bed, arms thrown back and eyes closed. He can tell you aren’t sleeping, as you aren’t able to unless he’s alongside you.

His steps are heavy as he trails into the room, breathing deeply and finally stopping the the foot of the bed.

“I’d die for you…” Simon declares in the silence. “Kill for you, too.”

The statement flicks open your eyes, which you settle upon your husband. He studies you with a heat that has your insides fuzzing into something sweet. Slipping to the edge of the bed, you balance on your knees in front of him and sigh blissfully. Hands on your cheeks, Simon tugs you into a deep snog. Tongue swirling, he guides your head with a tender touch, eyes rolling at the taste of you.

A broken groan leaves him when you pull away, his lip trapped inbetween the rows of your teeth. After smirking up at him, Simon drags your mouth back to his and leans you backward.  You fall onto the bed in a tangled pair, Simon inhaling the gasp that leaves you when your back hits the mattress.

“You’re everything,” Simon pants out, so overwhelmed by the way you look up at him with swollen lips and darkened eyes that he has to kiss you again.

“You’re the reason I breathe.”

Kiss.

“The reason I want to breathe.”

Kiss.

“And a day alone–without you, love… that would be my death...”

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