#the pinned post has been brewing for a while (it was NOT just this fandom who've been a bit shitty)

[bougiebutchbinch]

your new pinned post is so real (idk what honorifics are nb so its general major-domo for now) (love your art sooooo much btw u r the only person who gets poolverine)

:BLOWS YOU A BIG BIG KISS: I know my preferences are not exactly The Favourite in the fandom, but I have to say, other than a few shitty anons, the reception has been wonderful! I am so happy to be here and so grateful to you all for being so welcoming and receptive to my dorky little trans headcanons, haha.

It is absolutely wonderful to know that I'm reaching my audience, and that other people are into the same stuff as me!

[azurdlywisterious]

Ive been thinking about making a comic of all of my fallout ocs arguing with each other, but fake tumblr would work too

⏳ start-startover reblogged mrhouseownsmysoul

😎 anon asked:

Look all I’m saying is that it’s kinda cringe to simp after a singer with a dead career :/

⏳ start-startover answered:

I know thats u suzie. Get tf off anon and say it to my face skank

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Its just embarrassing that youve risked life and limb for a knock off bing crosby is all

⏳ start-startover

At least im not married to a faceless corpse that doesnt care about anything aside from his pretty buildings

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Say that to my face again i fucking dare you. I’ll have you know that he is still very much alive unlike dean domino’s fucking career which mr house pays for need i remind you

⏳ start-startover

Ive felt guilt about a lot of things but i doubt putting you in the dirt will be one of them

#iykyk #im not explaining my time trapped in the timeloop again #just read my pinned post

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It’s got what plants crave!

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

It has electrolytes!

#also we’re out of vodka harvey #if you dont mind picking some up next time youre out

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

💥 mygenderis-c4

I miss my wife

🧠 big-mt-head

From what ive gathered @.mrhouseownsmysoul is very insecure about her relationship with the strip’s enigmatic ruler and decided to take it out on @.start-startover, possibly because @.start-startover killed @.robco-official while she was trapped in the time loop

💥 mygenderis-c4

Why tf did you @ them sir???

🧠 big-mt-head

I dont talk about people behind their backs?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

Sir, i know youre new here, but like… youre allowed to vague people

🧠 big-mt-head reblogged uh-ohthemisery

Elaborate on “vague[ing] people” please

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery reblogged big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady come pick up ur weird robot girl shes scaring the hoes again

#i mean ive met her parents so im not surprised she turned out like this #but wow shes gonna get fuckin ratioed out here

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged not-another-guy-podcasting

Lots of drama going down in the mr house fandom tonight. Couldn’t be me

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Yeah couldnt be me

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Yeah couldnt be me

🍀 luckiestbastard

#are yall those other side of the country ghouls that everyone keeps talking about?

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged mrhouseownsmysoul

💥 mygenderis-c4

I miss my wife

🧠 big-mt-head

From what ive gathered @.mrhouseownsmysoul is very insecure about her relationship with the strip’s enigmatic ruler and decided to take it out on @.start-startover, possibly because @.start-startover killed @.robco-official while she was trapped in the time loop

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Yeah and shes gonna pay! Screw karma, ill collect your debt myself deja!

⏳ start-startover

Hows the bos bunker doing?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Not my problem, legion scum

⏳ start-startover

YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Dont put ur trauma in your pinned post next time

⏳ start-startover

Square up bitch ill snipe your pretty head off!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

One second my securitron army needs me mwah mwah

🍀 luckiestbastard

Does anyone in this thread smoke weed?

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👄 thecoolerscrewdriver reblogged not-another-guy-podcasting

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#punk just brew some urself #just pick some corn and razorgrain from the garden outside #unless we need new razorgrain plants

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

On second thought, maybe it wouldnt be a good idea to give them all tumblrs

[idontknowreallywhy]

a Thing…

Confession: I’ve only ever written one tiny fanfic scene/concept for another fandom and never realistically intended to even try in the Thunderbirds fandom because there is so much out there that is amazing and frankly I don’t feel worthy of adding to it. My plan was basically to try to find a proper writer to bring my ideas to life buuut… @gaviiadastra posted this lovely fic about Gordon and Virgil…

Aaaanyway Virgil’s reaction in that to people being intimidated by his talent and not sharing their own attempts poked me in the brain and I figured… what’s the worst that can happen? The Thunderfam seems friendly enough… And maybe someone can give me some feedback so I can get good enough to do justice to the little stories brewing in my head one day.

So err, with all the caveats of FIRST TIME WRITING and I’M TOO EMBARRASSED EVEN TO PROOF READ IT and OH HECK PLEASE BE KIND…

*throws ficlet out into the void and hides under Jeff’s desk*

Mysterious Paint.

There has always been inexplicable paint on the ceiling of Virgil’s studio.

It wasn’t the swirling blues and greens and yellows that mystified him… he’d painstakingly covered the tantalisingly blank canvas with those the first year after they made the permanent move out to the island. It had taken several months worth of snatched half hours balanced precariously on stacked chairs or packing crates and he was pretty sure the process had aged his spine by a couple of decades. Maybe Michaelangelo had secret bionic implants because how ON EARTH he’d managed…

His family didn’t blink an eye - after all every item of clothing Virgil owned had some kind of paint on it and so it stood to reason everything he owned and the entire space he painted within should too. They put it down to a stereotypical ‘mad artist’ kind of flailing with a paintbrush 3ft back from the canvas but that wasn’t really how Virgil worked. He was more of a carefully considered, up-close-and-personal-with-whatever-surface-he-was-pouring-his-soul-on-to kind of painter (hence the neck strain from ceiling art application). His passion wasn’t deliberately messy - all those clothing stains generally came from letting a cuff dangle too close to the pallet, or when he stopped to think about his next stroke and the waiting paint would become impatient and drip from the brush on to his jeans. And he would have to confess that he did wipe his hands on his clothes sometimes… his rags stashed by his easel for that very purpose always seemed to have gone walkies at the moment he needed one (and usually turned up later covered in engine oil).

No, it wasn’t his painting style that was to blame - and he could prove it too because there were no similar stains in the lounge at the easel he used when he wished to be closer to his family while he created.

So there, Scott, it’s not as easy to explain as you imagine.

And yet, there they were - streaks and splashes in every colour he’d ever squeezed from a tube - laid down haphazardly over his existing masterpiece. He sighed. At one point he’d started painting over them but it just didn’t look the same and he felt almost guilty - as though he was eradicating something that was supposed to exist. In a way he couldn’t rationalise it felt more honest to leave them there. As if, to do otherwise would be denying some part of himself.

It bugged him, as any conundrum did. He wasn’t a fan of mystery as a general rule - he was an engineer. He was a fixer. When he faced the unknowable he either drew it in order to pin it down or hammered it into crashing chords and mournful melodies to exorcise the questioning from his mind.

He’d initially suspected someone was pranking him. Perhaps this was uncharitable as, for all his japery, Gordon would never vandalise Virgil’s creations… would he? But having EOS keep a log of every occasion his studio door was unlocked for a month proved his brother to be trustworthy… nobody went there when Virgil was absent but a series of silver slashes had been added in the meantime. He felt a sick, dull guilt for doubting his family.

And yet, UGH it was playing on his mind. A rational man, he didn’t believe in ghosts but he was almost willing to consider anything that would give him even a ludricrous ANSWER to the infuriating puzzle.

In the end, it was Gordon who solved it.

[pappydaddy]

I Wanna Know What It’s Like (f.w.)

A/N: So, I am going to start making new Masterlists and today I was supposed to start them, but I’ve had this idea for an imagine in my head for weeks now so I am writing it instead. I also couldn’t choose who to write this for so I’m doing multiple variations of this for different characters and stuff. I decided to do Fred first bc my other Fred imagine was really sad so this is a way to make up for that unnecessary sadness.

I am also testing out a new scene divider, idk if I’ll like it, but we’ll see! This is a repost bc the tags weren’t working the first time a posted which was upsetting and I really hope that they work this time. This is another repost (last one for a while if this one doesn’t get any feedback or the tags don’t work). 

Anyway, Enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader  

Fandom: Harry Potter

Inspo: The Tik Tok audio for Let’s Be Friends by Emily Osment, links to the song below so you don’t have to search for it like I had to 😂

                  - The song the Tik Tok audio is cut from                   - Slowed version I found and really like

Warnings: None except making out I guess. Some NSFW hints and thoughts. Like downright sinful thoughts. Hints towards a kinky reader? (Is that even a warning? And is wanting to be completely railed a kink? Is it?)

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Y/n couldn’t seem to pull her eyes from the red-head seated next to his identical twin. The pair of them sitting farther down the Gryffindor table than Y/n and her friends. The hall was silent as all the students were working on their essays, being monitored by Snape, but the greasy Potions Master nor the rules silenced the twins - them having found a loophole that let them annoy the largely hated Professor. There was a rule about no talking, but he couldn’t punish them if they never spoke actual words, could he? From where she sat, she could hear their loud grunts and hums from their wordless conversation with each other.

She didn’t understand the sudden fascination with the Weasley boy. It confused her since when she had left Hogwarts last year, she found him annoying, but alas, once she laid eyes on him for the first time this year at the Welcoming Feast, something had changed. She definitely couldn’t pin-point it to save her soul. Maybe it was the fact that he had grown his hair out, but then she’d also be attracted to his twin since he had done the same. Could it have been that she finally developed her attraction to bad boys? Was she looking to spice up her dating life since her past boyfriends had been quite lackluster with their golden-boy attitudes? Whatever it was, it made her question her sanity since this was Fred Weasley she was talking about. The same boy who decided it would be funny to throw a large Dungbomb into her dorm in First Year. She had stunk for a good two weeks along with the only other girl that was in her room at the time.

“L/n,” The monotone drawl of Snape made her feel like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her - which she was thankful for since she could sense her thoughts for the red-head were about to take a steamier turn. Gulping, she slowly turned her head to look at the scowling man donned in black. “I suspect that you’re done your essay already since you certainly do not look like you’re working on it anymore. Didn’t take you to be too keen about potions based on your unsuccessful potion brewing.” His voice was slow and sharp, showing that he was not in the mood to even be pleasant to Gryffindors.

“Almost, sir. Just a bit distracted. Sorry, Professor.” She shrunk under his hardening glare, realizing that he probably didn’t want her to answer his statement.

“Five points from Gryffindor for talking, L/n.” Snape sneered making Y/n’s jaw fall in shock. Her eyes stared up at him in disbelief. He was the one who talked to her first!

“But I was just-”

“Another five points from Gryffindor, need I take more?” Snape asked in a threatening tone, his frame seeming to grow and tower over the girl, intimidating her. She gulped, shaking her head nervously, remaining silent. She might not be someone who thought things through before acting, but she certainly did learn from her mistakes - usually after the second time. With a nod and a flick of his long cloak, Snape stalked along the table, glaring at the Weasley twins as they continued on with their nonsense, pushing his buttons as he waited for the moment one of them slipped up. Huffing as she casted one last glance towards Fred, she couldn’t help letting the question slip through her lips.

“When did he get hot?” Her eyes widened when she realized she muttered the words out loud. Her friends looked up from their own essays, snickering at the red-faced Gryffindor. A few other Gryffindors looked up at the girl in confusion, but she noticed that her quiet voice hadn’t reached the students near the Twins. She let out the breath she held, thinking that she was safe from embarrassment from Fred hearing and Snape hearing, but her false sense of security was yanked out from under her.

“Another five points from Gryffindor, Miss L/n!” She cringed, peeking up to see Snape glaring at her from the middle of the Great Hall. A groan emitted from her before her forehead fell against where she thought her pile of parchment and books were only for it to thud against the wooden table harshly. She didn’t react, only hissing and scrunching her face in pain but otherwise keeping her head down.

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Saturday was the day of relaxation. Where you ignore all your problems like the load of homework you had due on Monday. The day was designed for this, putting everything off and worrying about it on Sunday when you had a pile of work that needed to be done in the single day. Y/n was the queen of blissful Saturday ignorance which is why it was so surprising to see her sitting outside, staring blankly at the lake (at least they thought it was the lake) as she clearly worried about something. Her friends, in turn, ended up breaking their Saturday tradition to worry about their friend.

In reality, Y/n wasn’t staring at a wall and she really wasn’t worried about anything. As her and her friends sat under the shade of a large tree, the Weasley Twins were tossing something into the lake. She was sure they were up to something, but that wasn’t on her mind. What was on her mind was the fact that she was still trying to figure out why she liked Fred Weasley. She had figured her feelings for the boy when she saw him flirting with some random Ravenclaw Prefect to create a distraction for George to slip past the Prefect and place their product in her bag that sat on the floor by her feet. Before realizing what the two masterminds had plotted, she felt a wave of unfamiliar anger flaring in the pit of her stomach - something she later diagnosed as jealously.

Her thoughts were definitely clouded with steamy thoughts that could be the contents of a dirty movie. As her eyes scanned over the tall boy standing at the shore of the lake, laughing mischievously with his twin, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was different than her past experiences. He was a flirt, he talked a big game, but when it got down to it, did he really know how to please her? Did he know how to make her scream louder than she ever has? Would he be scared to hurt her or would he not think twice to push her into the mattress and completely destroy her? “Y/n!” Her friend shoved her, making her almost topple over. Snapping her once glazed-over eyes to her friend, she saw her friend group blinking at her expectantly.

“What,” She asked, clearing her throat when her words came out too high to be played off as normal. The friend that had pushed her shared a concerned look with the others before looking back at the wide-eyed girl whose cheeks had become tinted with pink when she retraced her thoughts. “What do you want Cami?”

“We were talking about Cedric and asked you a question-” Another friend, Alyssa, popped into the conversation. Cedric, Hogwarts Heartthrob and Golden-boy. When Y/n broke up with Roger Davis, they were sure her and Cedric would pair up, they were the most attractive students at Hogwarts, they would be the power couple - it must have been destined. Y/n was even convinced that they would end up dating this year, but once she caught sight of Fred, that all went out the window. She wasn’t entirely convinced that it was entirely the oldest twin’s doing since when Y/n saw Cedric on the platform before boarding the train, she questioned what all the fawning was about. Sure, he was attractive, but he was too good. If she had dated him, she’d probably end up bored of the relationship just like the others.

“Repeated it ten times, too.” Her Hufflepuff friend, Sophie, spoke up.

“We wanted to know when you guys were going to get together? Word has it, Cho and him have been talking, you might want to jump on him when you have a chance! Ask him to the Yule Ball!” Cami regained control of the conversation. Y/n shrugged, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by her other friend pointing off towards the lake.

“Look! Janet Green is going to ask Fred to the Yule Ball,” Alyssa exclaimed in a hushed, gossipy voice. Y/n instantly looked towards the lake to see the same Ravenclaw Prefect Fred flirted with approaching the snickering twins. “I heard she’s been plucking up the courage for days. Poor girl, hope he says yes. It’d be awfully embarrassing to be turned down after it’s all she’s been talking about!” She gushed in a fake sympathetic tone. She lived for drama and gossip, no matter what Fred answered, it’d be good for her since she’d be able to spread the news.

The group watched, Y/n hoping that Fred would say no. Janet started to talk, nervously playing with the ring on her pointer finger as she talked to him, George watching with a playful smirk on his face still. Y/n took in the younger twin’s form, seeing his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with smothered laughter, the smirk on his face saying that he knew the answer his brother was going to give. Y/n furrowed her brows as he obviously enjoyed the situation his brother was being placed in. “I can’t watch this-” Sophie gasped, being cut off.

“Be quiet, they’ll know we’re watching!” Alyssa hissed at her, whacking her with the muggle magazine her mother sent her. The snap of the magazine resulted in George flicking his eyes up to the group, all of their eyes widening, but his smirk just grew more and they could clearly see a sparkle in his eyes when he noticed Y/n staring intently down at the group. They could all see that his eyes stayed on her for a solid second, singling her out before he sent her a knowing wink before he looked back at his stammering twin.

“That,” Sophie breathed out. “Did not go well, poor girl.” She finished with a real sympathetic sigh.

“Yeah,” Alyssa let out a fake sigh before smiling brightly. “I’ve got to go tell Alicia Spinnet, she owes me ten sickles!” And with that, she scrambled up and was running towards the castle.

“Alyssa, no! You’ll embarrass the poor girl further!” Sophie gasped, chasing after her Gryffindor friend. Cami watched the two runoff, but Y/n couldn’t be bothered with them. She was too busy trying to decode what had just happened. From her thoughts to George’s wink. It was all like a secret code. She watched closely as George poked fun at Fred once the embarrassed Ravenclaw was far enough away. She hummed, noticing George trying to discretely point towards her as he tried to convince Fred of something. She could see Fred’s hair blowing slightly, the flaming hair looking smooth. Suddenly, her mind was clouded once again, imagining how it feels to have him press her up against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, their lips locked together in a heated kiss, their tongues invading each other’s mouth, her fingers tangled in the locks of fire-

“What are you doing, Y/n,” Cami asked, snapping her out of her daydream. She looked over at her friend to see her with furrowed brows. “You were,” She paused, looking disturbed by the next word she was going to say. “Moaning, I think?” She wasn’t even sure what Y/n was doing. Y/n would have normally flushed in embarrassment, but it seemed like her mind had a different plan. She wanted to know what the big deal about Fred Weasley was about. There must be something about him that she wanted, why else would she be plagued with these curiosities? She can’t even look at the guy without suddenly wondering something about him. She wanted to know how his lips tasted, to know if his hair was soft, if her fingers could glide right through his locks without getting caught on any tangles. She wanted to know everything her mind was wondering.

“I’m going to go get answers, that’s what.” She told her friend, making Cami more confused as she stood up, her eyes on Fred and George. George, seeing that Y/n was storming her way over, looking like she was on a mission quickly told his brother who seemed to freeze before turning around to see that his brother was telling the truth. After a second of shock, he plastered his normal smirk on his lips, but Y/n could see the nervousness in his eyes. She had studied that smirk since the beginning of the year after all.

Cami watched in shock and confusion as her friend marched up to Fred, standing in front of him. The tall boy looked down at her, his smirk still on his face (looking normal to her) as Y/n craned her neck to look at his face. “Hey, Fred.” Y/n smiled, completely unsure of how she was doing this. Her inner self was having a complete meltdown, her brain being overridden with confidence.

“Hello, Y/n.” He perked an eyebrow at the girl, feeling her confidence rolling from her, a stark difference from Janet a mere few minutes ago. She hummed, a smirk that she didn’t even know she could produce stretching onto her face. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her body, she was being driven by her sheer attraction to the boy standing in front of her.

“Let’s be friends so we can make out,” She came right out with it, Fred’s smirk falling as he nearly choked on his own spit, taken back by her statement. “You’re hot, I wanna know what it’d be like. We can go to the Yule Ball, sneak away to make out in a dark hallway,” She shrugged, her eyes glistening with the normal flirtatious sparkle Fred held in his. “Don’t you wanna know what it’d be like to make out with someone who has only been with good guys? Show me the wild side?” She stepped closer to him, her hand skimming his hip as she did so, her hip bone hitting just below his hip due to the height difference.

Fred was silent, his pupils completely blown as he processed what was going on. Her confidence faltered slightly, but she then remembered all the flirting tips she had read in Alyssa’s magazines. Walk away, leave them wanting more. She picked the dropped confidence up, adding more onto the surge she was miraculously given somehow. “If you want to take me up on the offer, you know where to find me.” She rolled up onto the balls of her feet, pressing a soft kiss to the skin close to Fred’s mouth while still being able to say it was the cheek before spinning around and sauntering back towards stunned Cami. It took everything in her to fight against her inner self that wanted to die right there not to drop the smirk, hoping that he’d come after her once he got over his shock.

The hand wrapping around her wrist didn’t surprise her, she almost knew it was coming. In a swift movement, she was whirled back around, facing Fred who panted slightly, a flirty smirk on his face as he gazed down at her. “I think I’ll take the offer,” He hummed, his eyes dropping down to look at her lips, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip hungrily. “You and me, the Yule Ball and a dark hallway, see you then.” He pressed a kiss to the very corner of her lips, regaining his confidence before releasing her wrist and walking back towards the lake where his brother smiled proudly. She watched him, the corners of her lips feeling the aftershocks of having his lips touch her. Cami walked up to stand beside her, looking at Fred and George as well.

“Guess you’re gonna need to get a really sexy dress now,” She commented, nodding absentmindedly. Y/n hummed in agreement, stunned that it had worked and that she had actually just did that. “Now I know why you’re a Gryffindor,” She added on before grabbing Y/n’s arm and dragging her back to the castle. “Come on, we need to make a list for possible dresses and Alyssa owes me the ten sickles Alicia is giving her.”

[colorofmymindposts]

The Deviance of Two English Gentlemen Chapter Three

Chapter Title: The Unyielding Interim

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie films)/Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan Rating: Teen and Up Status: Incomplete, chapters are posted weekly Word Count: 1514 for this chapter, 4291 for the entire work thus far Summary: Set post Game of Shadows. When Sherlock Holmes is given a case by none other than Mrs. Watson, he has no idea that he cannot fix the unsolvable for the couple. Intimate truths are exposed in the process, leaving all three irrevocably changed. Tags: Case Fic, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Secrets, Bickering Notes: The entire work can be read here on ao3. You can also read chapter one here and chapter two here. Note that this is not Brit-picked, but I tried my best.

Story:

The next two weeks passed in such an odd succession that Holmes began to wonder whether he was indulging too much in the comfort of his seven percent solution. After that first night, Watson had not come down for many hours, not until late afternoon, all dressed in clothes appropriated from Holmes’ wardrobe, though neither of them addressed the subject. He had given a curt thanks and goodbye before departing.

The next time Watson deigned it worthy of his time to visit, Holmes had just finished conducting his experiment on the potency of various chloroform formulas. When Watson burst into his rooms, unannounced, he scolded Holmes for not leaving the flat in a span of time which had lasted four days apparently. In a fit of frustration, Watson left in search of food, insisting Holmes was going to “lose half a stone at this rate” if he continued in his totally reasonable, reclusive behaviours. Later, they chatted over dinner about the day’s newspaper, Holmes’ findings in the last seventy-two hours of intense dedication to the differences between trichloromethane and ether while Watson contributed an anecdote here or there about an unruly patient in the clinic.

They did not talk about Mary. They also did not speak of Watson’s domestic, precipitating him to storm off and drown his sorrows in cheap ale. Holmes had suspicions, however, even if he didn’t voice them.

One possibility was infidelity. “Three continents Watson” would imply to a simpleton that he was dissatisfied in marriage, but Holmes knew his Watson better. A man as loyal as he, who followed Holmes into the thoroughfare of the European criminal underworld with revolver in hand and no questions asked, would not be a husband who would lie with another woman. Especially not when Watson was clearly enamored by his Mary’s charms and said wife was understandably in love with Watson, a phenomenon Holmes could not explain but inherently knew was truth.

The second situation was problems with money, hypothetically. For some unknown reason, Watson had adopted a rather Draconian ideal of finances and women’s place within that (being nonexistent) much to Holmes’ chagrin, particularly as he knew undoubtedly Mrs. Watson would manage transactions far better than that gambling boy. But for such a violent reaction to occur those six nights ago, when Holmes had repeatedly criticized Watson’s handling of his funds in the past, this hypothetical seemed, just as the previous one, highly unlikely.

The third scenario Holmes could not feasibly wrap his head around without feeling prone and ill inside. Simply put, the consummation of marriage...was known to have its difficulties. The desired product of a match between man and wife as desired by a Christian God would only solidify the reality of Watson’s world apart from Holmes’ own isolated one, never again to amalgamate together but at short, infrequent intervals. If this were really the case though, some kind of disagreement had brewed between the Watsons, interrupting idyllic sentiment leftover from honeymoon bliss. The baseness of sex could very well have that effect on a standard English gentleman and lady.  

Watson’s eyes had been upon him for some time, he could tell. He met his friend’s gaze head-on, finding concern and something else indescribable mingled in between. Upon reflection, he should make a study of Watson’s eyes, if nothing else than for his private records.

“You haven’t spoken in two hours,” Watson remarked casually.

Holmes blinked rapidly, readjusting to the settings. Seated in his chair, tea gone cold. Disposed of his waistcoat, Watson slouched in what was once his designated chair, brown suspenders rolling off his shoulders slowly but surely, his top button undone. Thoroughly distracting. Holmes sniffed the air.

“Have you been smoking?” He inquired, recognizing the scent as that of a Cuban cigar circa 1889, approximately.

“Yes, I thought it might make you more alert. I fear it may have made you fall deeper into that stupor of yours you just came out of,” Watson admitted as his fingers idly tapped against the cigar resting in the ashtray on the table. “What has addled your brain so?”

“Watson, you know my methods. My periods of introspection provide clarity to my work. My thoughts are in perfect working order.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed back. After straightening his braces, Watson began to loop his arms through his coat previously draped across the back of his chair. “Perhaps I should leave you to your thoughts, in that case.”

“Back home again?” Holmes mused.

Watson, as ever, corrected him. “To Mary.”

Perhaps the lovers’ quarrel was not as serious as he supposed at all. Nonetheless, he felt he had to offer: “My door is always open.”

An affirming smile answered him with a quality of sadness to it, the only thing preceding Watson’s familiar tread on Baker Street.

Another week was to be endured before Watson’s presence graced him once again. In this particular instance, Watson seemed more at ease. He suggested to Holmes that they go for a stroll in the city. Watson always liked it when Holmes would make and share observations of passersbys, one of their favourite activities to engage in from the earliest point in their friendship. If Holmes himself was in worse spirits he would have refused such a triviality, but knowing it might help his friend, he acquiesced cordially to the offer, fortunate enough to still spend time with the man as he was.

There was nothing out of the ordinary at first. An oversized clerk bumbled down Manchester Street obviously having taken too late a lunch break; an older American couple conversed loudly about the spectacles and filth of London to distract from the all too personal topic of the wife’s dying father; a paperboy shouted the newest headlines, limping as he did so due to a factory accident which likely cracked most of the bones in his left foot that never healed properly. Watson smiled along to most of these descriptions but frowned at the last, almost bent on offering his services to the boy, but by Holmes’ observations the accident had occurred years ago and no doctor’s attention would help him now.

At last, they reached Hyde Park, a perfect spot for observation of both animals and nature alike. As it was a Sunday, many families were out and about, relieved to send their children to attend to their own amusements. Their shrill cries and laughter was certainly no symphony to Holmes, but Watson appeared slightly perturbed, glancing at his fob-watch for the time and requesting that perhaps they roam somewhere else. Holmes himself was growing tired of this charade his friend was putting on and scoffed loudly.

“Really, you could just tell me that you prefer the company of your wife to my own, and we’d be done with it,” he ground out, kicking his one boot against the pavement as he did so.

“What?” Watson had the audacity to appear flummoxed. His attempts at treating Holmes with decency were driving the detective mad.

“I know you’re inventing excuses to be around me now that you’re married and yet still feel obligated to maintain our partner—pardon me, friendship,” explained Holmes, in a manner not unlike when he told Lestrade off for one of his idiotic theories. “But you’re bored because there are no cases for me to amuse you with, so you’re regretting the whole outing. I’d prefer that you just be honest with me instead of relying on me to deduce it for the both of us.”

He refused to look Watson in the eye after his statement and proceeded down the footpath without his friend in tow. It thus surprised him as he was about to turn out of the park when running footfalls made their distinct approach. Watson’s all too familiar ragged breaths were there behind Holmes, on his neck, and then he was being spun around by his shoulders, Watson having a firm grip on both his arms and a dazzling intensity in his gaze.

“For once Holmes you have no idea what you’re driving at, but my problems with Mary actually have nothing to do with you this time. I can’t explain. It wouldn’t be right to you or Mary—”

“Sirs!” The voice of a young lady, no older than in her twenties with a crying babe in her arms. “Please, if you’ve anything to spare good sirs, my child’s life be saved. You’re honorable gentlemen, fathers? Think of the poor children, gentlemen.”

Damn her timing, just as he was getting something out of Watson. Though much as Watson’s readers of The Strand might have insisted otherwise, he was not heartless.

“3 shillings, madam,” he said as he withdrew the change from his pocket into her grateful outstretched hand, pins and pricks visible on her fingertips. A factory seamstress then, paid a pittance for her work.

She issued great thanks, politely scurrying away in the opposite direction from whence they came. He likely would have mused more on her upbringing, physicality and motivations too, had Watson not suddenly fallen out of consciousness into his arms, helpless as a babe.

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Precure Day 146

Episode: Futari wa Precure Splash Star 47 - “A Sudden Twist!? Who’s Behind the Curtain?” Date watched: 27 July 2019 Original air date: 14 January 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/WeK3L86 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

I can see through you, see to the real you

This episode is where things get real and all your expectations for the show are shattered. Akudaikaan is defeated, and in his place..... well, we’ll get to that.

The Plot

Akudaikaan is truly a force to be reckoned with. The combined strength of Cure Bright, Cure Windy, Michiru, and Kaoru has hurt him a tiny amount but really only been enough to anger him. However, his anger is causing Dark Fall itself to fall apart. The girls insist that if he’s going to use his hands to destroy everything, they’ll use their own to protect everything. Back in the Land of Greenery, a storm brews and Minori feels uneasy. Princess Filia recognizes that Akudaikaan’s evil power is spilling into their worlds, and we also see fairies in the various fountains looking unwell.

Bright and Windy try to fell the dark lord with their light and wind attacks but he’s too strong for them, and Michiru and Kaoru have to save them. While this is going on, Moop and Foop want to help but the Kiryuus explain that they don’t want them to get hurt, as they care about them now. The two sprites take the advice but decide to try to take the Fairy Carafe from Gohyaan, who is watching from a distance and doesn’t see them.

Akudaikaan mocks the girls’ efforts to defeat him, reiterating that he will destroy everything and all life should crumble, to which the girls all retaliate that it’s because life is fleeting that it has value. Akudaikaan doesn’t like them contradicting him and he prepares to destroy them with his strongest lightning attack. However, the girls vow to never give up, even when everything seems hopeless, and Bright and Windy perform Spiral Star Splash with Michiru and Kaoru joining in with their beam attack. The two attacks combine to counter the lightning, and they sit at a stalemate until light penetrates Dark Fall and the power of all the spirits, wishing and praying for the Precures to help them, powers them up, and they manage to best Akudaikaan, who falls to the ground. In the confusion, Gohyaan drops the Fairy Carafe and the Wind and Moon spirits grab it.

However, victory is short-lived, as Akudaikaan stands up, angrier than ever, with a giant hole in the middle of his chest, and yells that he will destroy everything: the Land of Fountains, the Land of Greenery, and even Dark Fall. Gohyaan tries to calm him down but he won’t be persuaded, so Gohyaan plays his trump card.

Gohyaan destroys Akudaikaan like it’s nothing, then turns around and reveals to the Precures and Kiryuus that he himself created Akudaikaan to destroy everything, then he was going to take over afterwards.Yes, Gohyaan, the sniveling little imp, is actually the final boss. He transforms into his true form, a muscular dragon-man.

He observes that Dark Fall is going to crumble regardless, so he transports all the combatants to the beach in the Land of Greenery, where he will destroy them and the world in one fell swoop. Thus, the episode ends with them facing off for the true final confrontation....

The Analysis

The reveal that Gohyaan is the true mastermind behind everything took me by surprise when I first watched this. There are very few hints along the way and they were easy to overlook, so I sincerely thought this would be another case where the girls have to fight a giant shadowy abomination like the first two FW shows. But nope, they beat him before the grand finale and the real final boss is Gohyaan, looking like a proper monster this time. I’m still impressed with this reveal, and that it’s been kept a relative secret for all these years. I was actively chatting with people who had already seen it when I first saw this show and they never let on that Akudaikaan wasn’t what he seemed. I don’t see it brought up much in the fandom, either. You would think that after 13 years it would be an open secret, like Darth Vader’s identity, but no, it’s still fairy under wraps. Obviously you can find the information if you go looking, but it hasn’t invaded the public consciousness of the series, which I think is fantastic for new fans who get to be genuinely surprised.

Physically, his transformation from the imp to the demon is really reminiscent of the show’s Dragon Ball connections.

It looks like Frieza or Cell transforming, with aspects of a Super Saiyan transformation thrown in. That kind of semi-grotesque body morphing, the angles, if you told me this was a cut DBZ villain I’d believe you.

So what hints WERE there? A lot of Gohyaan not seeming to care too much about pleasing Akudaikaan, his power level on the rare occasions that he did flex, Akudaikaan’s relative inactivity while Gohyaan did a lot of heavy lifting behind his back, that’s about all I’ve got. The revelation that the fire itself is his life force is, to the best of my recollection, not hinted at prior to this episode, and in fact I’d completely forgotten about it. Those are all the clues I can remember. As a small note, I find it funny and chilling how his demeanor changes after the gig is up. He acts less sniveling and is more straightforward in his speech, no longer referring to Akudaikaan with “-sama”.

The battle with Akudaikaan is intense as he’s brandishing lightning and all four girls are dodging and diving out of the way. We still have time for emotional beats, as Moop and Foop bond with Michiru and Kaoru. The sisters compare their relationship when they first met in the arid Fountain of the Sky to now, and it shows how they’ve managed to all grow closer to each other in a fairly short amount of time since Michiru and Kaoru were revived. I appreciate that they found time for this. Moop and Foop are now essentially partners with the Kiryuus, and that makes the sisters’ exclusion from the meta-franchise that much more damning. I appreciate how the sisters’ concern leads Moop and Foop to try to save them all by stealing the Carafe back from Gohyaan, which is a really clever plan. At the same time, I like how the support of the fairies leads to the sisters supporting the cures at their lowest point. They’re losing hope fast but Michiru and Kaoru remind them how out of character this is for them, and that snaps them out of their funk to reiterate that they will never give up.

I love hearing them all say this together.

The spirits from the various fountains praying and lending their energy is a nice way to bring this show full-circle. We haven’t seen most of these fountains in a long time but it re-iterates their gratefulness for the cures’ help, and what Princess Filia has been saying about strong beliefs turning into miracles.

Once again the animation is not up to par for the finale of a series. It’s better than the previous episode but there’s a lot of shots where the shading is minimal to nonexistent, detail is poor, faces are drawn off-model, and it’s generally of poor quality. Even some of the close-ups, which are usually safe, are spotty.

Imagine how much better this would be with better quality control.

This episode takes you on a roller coaster ride for sure, and I think it be setting up for the highest stakes finale we’ve yet seen. From Akudaikaan overpowering the girls, to them turning it around and defeating him with the help of all the spirits of the Land of Fountains, only for Gohyaan to reveal that Akudaikaan was just a tool he created to do his dirty work and he’s actually vastly more powerful than the entity they just defeated.... I’m on pins and needles, even though I’ve seen this before, and I can’t wait to continue. So look forward to the next one!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 Zekkouchou Nari!

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Sixth - Part 3 (Harry Potter Avengers AU)

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY SIDE BLOG @imagine-the-fandom. I AM IN THE PROCESS OF TRANSFERRING ALL OF MY WORK TO THIS BLOG.

A/N: Here is part 3! This is probably my favorite part so far.

Based on this post.

Summary: Reader attends Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry alongside her friends - Peter, Michelle, and Ned - all entering their sixth year. All the while, Lord Thanos becomes a stronger threat to the wizarding world as the days go on. The four friends are desperate to do whatever they can to help.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (eventually)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: The first bit in italics is kind of angsty? (I’m sorry I just can’t help myself) Other than that maybe some cursing?

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Part 1 Part 2

The woman sighs deeply as she slips her shirt back on, eyeing the man who still lay sleeping snug in his bed. His arm is sprawled out next to him, once having cradled her as she slept the night before. She smiled softly at the sight. She knew this friends with benefits relationship would not end in the way they both insisted that it would. He had convinced her in the end. Of course, she wanted him. But her inner demons got the best of her. How could a man like that ever want someone like her? Someone who runs from their problems. Someone who drinks to forget everything and everyone that has ever wronged them.

Want her maybe. But love her?

Never.

But she would take what she could get. And if casual sex and a broken soul was what came out of it, she would deal with it.

She allows herself one last glance at him, before Valkyrie quietly slips out of Thor’s cottage on the edge of the school grounds, and makes her way back to the castle.

Loki Laufeyson watches the woman make her way across the grassy hills of campus. He had always admired her. She had a quick wit and a fierce personality. He prayed for the soul that dared to cross her. He had once, of course – crossed her. He’d quickly learned never to do so again when he found himself pinned down with her wand to his neck in about five seconds flat.

Not that she ever paid him much mind. Not when he had a brother like Thor. Sure, he coveted her sometimes. Wondered what she tasted like. Wondered what it would be like for a woman like her to want him. He would never know. For she was in love with Thor, and regardless of whether he would admit it or not, Loki knew that Thor loved her too. And Loki would never take that away from his brother, regardless of how much he pretended to hate him.

As the sun rose higher in the sky and Valkyrie got closer to the castle, Loki quickly turned away and hurried towards his classroom. Best to prepare for the first day of classes and attempt to get her off his mind.

You groan loudly, rolling over and finding your movements hindered by the sheets that were entangled around your legs. You sit up, twisting to get out of the binds of the sheets. Walking into the bathroom you make quick work of changing into your school robes, not having the time for the shower that you so desperately craved as you had slept in until the last possible second. You rush down the stairs, almost plowing over Peter who is waiting for you at the bottom. He grabs your arms just under your shoulders, steadying you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you rush out.

“I’m good, I’m good.” He looks you up and down, almost like a concerned parent. “The real question is are you okay?”

You smile brightly at him. “I’m wonderful.”

“Well I know that you’re wonderful, I just meant are you hurt?” he looks smug. You smack him across the chest, giving him a warning look. He puts his hands up in surrender, before quickly slipping one of his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers.

The two of you make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ned and Michelle had already headed down there, having been tired of waiting.

You enter the Great Hall, you and Peter taking your respective seats – his next to Ned and yours next to Michelle – across from each other.

After breakfast, Ned leaves the three of you to head back to the common room as he has a free period. Peter, Michelle, and yourself all had Potions together first. You rush down the halls to get there in time – having been late to breakfast – and walk in just as Professor Laufeyson is beginning class. He turns towards the door.

“How nice of you to join us.” He muses. “Take your seats.”

Having dealt with Professor Laufeyson in years past, you knew it best not to verbally answer, rather to just take your seats and pull out your textbooks.

“Now, I need everyone to pull out your textbooks and turn to page 394.”

“Why are we starting in the back of the textbook on the first day of class?” Peter whispers under his breath.

“I don’t know, just go with it.” you shush him.

He shrugs, flipping to the correct page.

Polyjuice Potion.

“Now can anyone tell me what exactly it is that Polyjuice Potion does?” Professor Laufeyson looks around the room, completely bypassing both you and Peter’s raised hands. “No. How disappointing,” he pauses, “Polyjuice Potion allows any witch or wizard to take on the appearance of another person. It is a very complicated potion, even some of the most advanced witches and wizards can struggle to brew it.”

He pauses once more to look in Flash’s direction, who is sat on the opposite side of the classroom. “And before anyone asks, we will not be attempting to brew this potion in class, nor should you attempt to outside of the classroom. You wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Polyjuice Potion gone wrong. Isn’t that right Ms. Jones?”

Michelle glances up in surprise (having been engrossed in her sketchbook) not sure how to respond to the accusation.

“Maybe in the future you might pay attention in class Ms. Jones. That’ll be detention after classes end today.”

Michelle groans, rolling her eyes. This would be a long year.

It isn’t long before you find yourselves entering the classroom of one of your favorite Professors – let alone most students’ favorite class. Defense Against the Dark Arts.

“Good morning class.” Professor Vis greets, strolling down the staircase from his office. “I hope everyone’s had a good summer. But like all good things, it must come to an end at some point.”

Vision straightens his tie tucked under his sweater, the collar of his white button up poking out of the top.

“Now, I know that we’re all excited to get into the spells and the combat and what have you, but for now, we will be focusing on some of the creatures that you may find yourselves stumbling across. If you’ll open your textbooks to page 23, you’ll find the chapter covering nocturnal creatures. I know it’s the first day of class so to make things a bit easier on you, we’ll be spending the majority of the class covering the basics of the chapter, and then we’ll get more in depth with each creature as the week progresses. Understood?”

The class mumbles their agreements. “Oh, come on now! It’s the first day of class, yes, but I’m sure that we can all have a bit more enthusiasm than that. Now once more, or we may just jump straight in to the section on werewolves.”

The class responds with a bit more enthusiasm and Vision seems satisfied with the response.

“Right, so to begin…”

You sigh in contentment as you throw yourself down onto the couch in the Gryffindor common room. Your first day of classes had gone surprisingly well, much to your relief. You had just returned from visiting Thor in his cottage, aside from Michelle, who was serving her detention with Professor Laufeyson. Michelle grabs ahold of your ankles, slipping under your legs to take a seat on the couch. Peter sits on the floor by your head, and Ned gets comfortable on the armrest by your feet.

“I still can’t believe Professor Laufeyson called me out like that. It was one time. One time! In year three for goodness sake. Will I ever live that down?” Michelle falls back in her seat dramatically. “What do you think makes him so insufferable? Does he thrive off the misery of others?”

“I don’t think it’s that,” you muse. “I think he’s hurting, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, he just takes it out on other people.”

Michelle doesn’t say anything, but you know she agrees with you by the way she nods slightly and shifts so that she’s facing you. Your fingers absentmindedly find their way into Peter’s hair, carding through it. You feel him lean into your touch, and you can’t help the ghost of a smile that graces your features for a quick second. Michelle notices, given her keen attention to detail and her tendency to constantly be observing her surroundings. She pretends not to though, which you’re grateful for. Before long, you feel yourself drifting off, the warmth of the fire drifting you to sleep.

You awaken shortly after, Peter and Ned are both gone, likely having gone to the boys’ dorms for the night. Michelle’s hand is on your shoulder, and you figure she must have woken you up.

“Where did Peter and Ned go?” you say groggily, rubbing your eyes.

“Oh, they ran upstairs when Dean came down jabbering about some candy he got from Scott’s shop last week. The two of them couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough.” Michelle rolls her eyes lightly, a grin spread across her face. “Speaking of: when are you going to tell Peter that you’re, like, completely and totally in love with him?”

She says it so nonchalantly, almost like it’s common knowledge. Like she’s surprised no one else seems to have figured it out yet. Let alone Peter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, cut the crap Y/N. we both know you’re totally smitten with him. Hell, I’m surprised he hasn’t figured it out yet.”

You twist your body into a sitting position, turning to face her. “Look I’m sure I’ll tell him eventually. I’m just not ready to risk ruining our friendship yet.”

Michelle nods, dropping the subject, although you can tell that she doesn’t really want to. You’re grateful that she doesn’t push you though. Instead she stands.

“Come on. We should get up to the dorms before we get caught up past curfew.”

You nod, the both of you heading for the staircase across the room. Trudging tiredly to your bed, you barely have your shoes off your feet and your head on the pillow before sleep overtakes you.

Thank you guys so much for reading! I should have part 4 up within the next few days. Also I’m thinking about creating a taglist for this fic so if anyone would be interested in that just let me know.

Feedback is always loved and appreciated.

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@ortustella replied to your post: me @ everyone on twitter hating on jo for...

that is legitimately something people complain about did they miss the entire chapter of Sn/ape’s final moments alive with Harry and seeing his memories in the Pensieve????

oh they don’t miss it -- they just choose to disregard it, or twist it to fit their own narrative. 

so, they turn his love for li/ly into “sn/ape was a fuckboy who was bitter about being friendzoned,” when canon never explicitly states that he felt romantic/sexual love for her, & even if he did, you can’t be “friendzoned” if you never tell the girl you like her. he was a kid who was abused/neglected at home & bullied relentlessly at school, & she was his only friend. of course he loved her. 

( also, people like to argue that his patronus is proof that he was just “obsessed” with her, which jo has said multiple times is bullshit )

they like to say that he wanted ja/mes to die so he could have li/ly to himself, when he canonically asks for dumble/dore to protect ALL OF THEM. 

& he knew he fucked things up w/ li/ly, so even if ja/mes HAD died & she & harry had lived, sn/ape wasn’t going to throw himself at her, wtf? ( & i have complicated feelings about the scene where he falls out with li/ly, but i’m not going to get into it )

he gets blamed for things that he never even DID, & the way parts of the fandom act, you’d think he was the main villain instead of voldy. he gets held to ridiculous standards of morality that NO OTHER CHARACTER gets held to. the same people who will defend dra/co or reg/ulus to the death will bash sn/ape. & i’m not talking about adult bullies-his-students sn/ape. i’m talking about young!sn/ape who got drawn into the death eaters as a child ( just like dr/aco & reg/ulus ) & who later saw the error of his ways & devoted his entire life to helping the order, putting himself into mortal danger. 

people conveniently like to forget that he became a double agent BEFORE li/ly & ja/mes died. 

people conveniently also like to forget that if not for sn/ape, harry would have died in ps during the quidditch match. without sn/ape, the petrified students in cos wouldn’t have been revived ( he made the potion that restored them ). he brewed wolfsbane for lu/pin, even though he hated him, & could have revealed his secret at any point, but didn’t -- until lu/pin forgot to take the potion & put the students in danger. sn/ape went back to volde/mort after he returned, & very well could have been killed on sight after his actions in ps. he managed to trick one of the greatest sorcerers to ever live, & was forced to not only kill the only person who knew the truth about him but, by doing so, to alienate himself from every person on the side of good who had trusted him or considered him a friend.

& even then, he saved lu/pin’s life during the battle over little whinging. he didn’t have to, & it could have blown his cover if any of the death eaters had seen where he was aiming, but he did it because underneath it all, he WAS a good person. & he did care about his students. whenever something terrible happens, sn/ape is usually the first on the scene. yes, he’s an asshole, but how people can deny that he’s EVER done anything good is beyond me. 

( & i could go on an even longer tangent about how fucking ableist/classist/sexist this fandom is when it comes to sn/ape. friendly reminder that he was sexually assaulted in front of the entire school by ja/mes pot/ter, & the fandom accuses HIM of being a sexual predator >.> )

sev/erus sn/ape spent the last year of his life completely alone, having to live with the knowledge that he’d killed his only confidante ( & remember, he was terrified about what doing so would do to him ) & on top of that, that the boy that he’d spent his life protecting had to DIE. 

he was killed because of a misunderstanding. volde/mort never discovered the truth while sn/ape was still alive. this fucker played his part so well that he fooled voldy until the very end. 

but yeah no, he never did anything good & he’s a horrible person & he deserved what he got & how dare harry say that sn/ape is brave? >.< 

this is why i stopped writing sn/ape, the fandom drives me fucking nuts.