#molly ofc

[heavenly-iulie]

the hostile forces.

annabelle, molly and susan as the protagonists.

[simon-snowing]

wait if sirius and arthur are second cousins that means that sirius is like ron's third uncle or something

[buttercupart]

timeskip Molly concepts - probably when she's around 16-17 ish, maybe even early college? ( I'm not a big fan of the "ooh the bubbly character gets older and is now SUPER SAD" trope so this is more like... Molly is still Molly, she just gets older and faces more hardships/life stressors that come with age, and struggles to maintain the same high level of positivity/resiliency she used to have )

[chwduplemon]

“Is anyone going to bother telling me what the Order of the Phoenix— ?”

↳ The Order of the Phoenix: Dumbledore’s #dream team

[kindheartedgummybears]

I made a couple of memes. I'm so normal about the Ithaca saga(I will be making more)

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Happy Christmas, Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes x OC, established relationship, some fluff, some romance, humor, and sweet holiday feels🎄❤️🎄 four chapters, complete

Christmas comes to Baker Street in a form Sherlock Holmes had never envisioned. There's a sweetness in seeing the holiday through someone else's eyes, and there are lessons in holiday spirit and the nature of giving--as well as how Love makes the season even brighter--to be learned.

(One of my oldest fics, this is also one of my favorites ~ for it was motivated not only by my love for BBC Sherlock, but even more so by my love of Christmas. I put a lot of my heart into this one, and if you should give it a read, I hope you find it pleasing, and in keeping with the season! Excerpt under the cut.)

Somehow, without even meaning to, Sherlock's path had taken him here: Notting Hill, Saint Mary of the Angels Church. He certainly had not intended to end up here, not as he left the shoppe (its final customer of the day), his hot food wrapped up to be consumed along the way. Had he been woolgathering so much that he'd moved without thinking to the place he knew Tessa to be? Or, he asked himself truthfully, had he intended to get here all along, knowing that his heart really did long for the comfort of community which the brightly lit church represented, the warmth that seemed to flow out with the strains of music coming from within? The thought of Tessa inside, joined in prayer and song with others of her faith--was that the magnet that drew him here? A man who stood outside of everything this building represented, yet now wanted nothing more than to do as he was doing--opening the door to feel the tide of shared and simple Christmas gladness wash over him.

Sherlock allowed himself to enter the vestibule, but stopped there, feeling it was enough for now. He knew, not just from what he could hear (and remembering similar services he had attended as a boy), but from the time itself, that the service was almost over. It was quite enough to imagine her inside, singing joyfully, and most likely wishing he was there to share it with her. He felt a sense of peace that had eluded him all day long, a sense of belonging that had for so many years been out of reach. He thought of those who had made it possible for him to feel he finally fit in somewhere--of John and Mrs. Hudson, of Lestrade and Molly, and of his Tessa, who had worked a minor miracle of sorts; they had gotten him to this marvelous threshold, and she had managed to carry him across it at last. Sherlock felt such a swell of love for all of them, that he was grateful to be alone, fearing the light of it would shine so obviously upon his face that he might be taken, by strangers, for a fool...

tagging: @strangedreamings (who may have seen this a few times before😉) @ben-locked (putting the 'ship' aside, just for the Christmas feels?) @mousedetective @darsynia (because you 'get me' enough to appreciate this fic) @aphroditesdilemma @hithertoundreamtof23 (dunno if you like Sherlock, but I'm betting you like Christmas stories) @aeterna-auroral-avenger (for the Faith we share & which makes you a Christmas person 365 days a year)

[hannibals-cheekbones]

Me looking for this chemistry on screen:

[twin-fantasies]

why aren't people paying attention to me every single second of every single day 🥺😔

[imorphemi]

Dear fellow traveler, underneath the moon

[frostbite-the-bat]

society if literally 80% of rw fandom and especially rw analysis youtubers (who are great, EXCEPT) stopped calling gourmand heckin' chonker chubby diabetic ginormous whatever and paid more mind to their whole character and not just the fact that they're fat

[anderperries]

if stephen king didn’t want me to headcanon that richie tozier is jewish, he shouldn’t have changed richie’s religion halfway through the book. this man doesn’t even know what religion richie is. and that’s because he is actually jewish.

[padfootastic]

hello! i am back with yet another…thing. thank u for the tag @lovelymasks <3 (i realised, upon second reading, that this was supposed to be a sunday snippet but i’m an idiot n therefore this is now a saturday snippet mwuah)

I think you should go to a Healer, Sirius. 

Why, he’d asked, flippant. What was there to do with a Healer when you were a convict on the run? Besides, Sirius was wrong in a way that couldn’t be made right. He was past the point of return. Healers would’ve barely known what to do with him before Azkaban, let alone in the condition he was in now. 

Because you look like a stiff wind will blow you over, Harry’d answered, though the answering flippancy didn’t quite land the way he intended because what Sirius heard was ‘Because I don't want to lose anyone else.’ 

What Harry didn't say, and Sirius didn’t want to hear, was ‘Because I can’t lose another parent.’

He quietly acquiesced after that. The trembling, hopeful smile growing on his godson’s face was enough to wipe away all apprehensions after that. 

Until now, when Harry was at Hogwarts, and he was second guessing this whole business. 

Did he really need a Healer, like, really?

One look at the mirror in front of him gave him a solid, sturdy answer. 

He was dressed in his old rags and it was a testament to the conditions of Azkaban that clothes from when he was younger, before hitting his final growth spurts, were barely just fitting him now. Sirius’ back was almost constantly bent these days--all days spent curled up in a ball seemed to have reshaped his skeletal structure, who knew--each vertebrae gaining a distinct notch in the column of his skin. His stomach was a fascinating blend of too small and too bloated. He couldn’t keep anything down, but he wasn’t able to eat much either. A mystery for the ages. 

Less said about his face, the better. Sirius wasn’t vain, never had any reason to be, but there was a certain…pride he’d maintained, a level of outward appearance that was considered bare minimum for a Black, a conditioning he’d never managed to shake off. 

It was that conditioning itching at him now, turning him away from any reflective surface before he could see his distorted features, grotesque and inhuman, staring back at him. 

And ultimately, it was that, he realised with a shameful sort of guilt, that pushed him to see a Healer. Not his godson’s pleading look, not concern for his wellbeing--but leftovers from an upbringing that he hated, his mother’s words he couldn’t stop hearing, his father’s sharp commands. 

Ultimately, it was his blood that made him give in, as it always did. 

further tagging @jmagnabo92 @soopsiedaisies @groundzero-v 💜

[sagesparrow394]

Thinking about designing QSMP members as Hazbin Hotel sinners

[quantum0459]

Does Kris bearing the knife at the end of ch1 intend to imply that, with out the soul, Kris can operate independently from us? As in, OUR choices don't matter and are trailed along a set script, but Kris's are important to watch for?

Is it Susie's hopes/dreams/choices that influences the game such as her s-actions and healing blast as well as diverging the route in ch2? Is it the player truly taking the path of the weird route as their own decision or through an Intended Exploit using Noelle's same freedom of choice to gain strength through execution and progress the story in such a unique way? And, with the application of independently interacting /games/, what data will be transferred between and be buried within pinged triggers from other chapters?

..... Is this why the shadow mantle is missing?.. That's why ch3 & 4 will be going together, I think. Unused or discarded concepts like those that form Jevil and Spamton is equivalently corrupted, obscured and optional. The game itself is also not fully complete, with each chapter literally building on the last in its game. We currently have a way to obtain a piece of the shard and its corresponding secret boss item in Castle Town, and considering the... I don't know. Intentionally self referential and buggy and literally game-changing nature of deltarune already, how surprised would you really be to find an item you can actually bring back? If it were related to whichever companions or characters in the next chapters, or potentially within chapters we've already combed through?

[orange-artblog]

nuh uh moll!!!! no candy here!!

[femmefitz]

Everyone and their mother wants me to think that Burrich was the better man for Molly but oh my god if they were in modern times I would kneecap that man I hope you know. YUCK!!!