#was interested but she isn’t

[strawberrybyers]

i truly would not be mad if nancy breaks up with jonathan and tells steve to move on. and for vickie to tell robin she’s not interested but is willing to be friends. so nancy and robin decide they need to hang out after a long day of heartbreak and throughout their convos of explaining everything that’s been going on, they realize they have feelings for each other. i truly would not be mad at that. in fact, that’s exactly what i want to happen 😌

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[chloesimaginationthings]

How William Afton got his wife in FNAF

[babyjaans]

I’m rewatching supernatural, and I can’t believe I never realised this before, but sam and dean are the exact opposite of what they think of themselves. In the brothers’ eyes Sam is the more emotionally open one, or the one with more empathy, and yet he struggles to make close relationships that aren’t romantic. He keeps everyone at arms distance: john, mary, bobby, cas, and so many other examples throughout the series. Whereas dean is supposed to be closed off and emotionally stunted, and yet he has deeper connections with almost all recurring characters: garth, jody, donna, claire (obviously the ones mentioned before). He lets people in more easily than sam. Even how he knows all the shopkeepers in lebanon, whereas they don’t seem to know sam (ie 14x13).

[the-woman-upstairs]

Can’t believe all it took for me to care about the MCU again was Yelena getting a super-powered boy toy with crippling depression

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[sapphicides]

although i doubt that this theory will end up being true, i’ve always loved the idea of the antler queen being some kind of supernatural entity/mass hallucination shared by the girls at the height of their insanity in the wilderness. what i mean by this is not that they’re all literally seeing this figure, but that they all feel its presence and worship it like a god. they offer pieces of their hair to it so they can keep it happy, in exchange for blessing or protection. their shared belief in the wilderness as a concept keeps them grounded out there, and maybe it manifests in the form of the “antler queen”

of course, this conflicts with what direction the show is going in, though. the draw of the queen card coupled with natalie being referred to as “my queen” by shauna implies that the antler queen will likely end up being a person (my bets are on shauna if we’re being realistic), but that doesn’t necessarily mean it has to be a living person. the girls who have already died out there haunt the narrative, with jackie in particular being honored as a “guide” by lottie in 3x01. in many ways, her death represented the loss of any remnants of civilization the girls had left in them, and her haunting them represents the mark the wilderness left and continued to leave on them

all that is to say, if the antler queen does end up being a supernatural being (or a mass hallucination that they interpret as being a supernatural being), i want it to be jackie. i want her character to come full circle; from being assigned the role of leader, to being dethroned as they descended into the throes of the wilderness, to becoming their leader yet again in death. i want her to serve as a symbol for what they’ve lost and what they eventually become, an ever-present reminder of the horrors they partook in. i want her to enact one last form of revenge by guiding them into further derangement, just to disappear when they need her most. i want jackie taylor to be the antler queen

i doubt she will be. but it would be so fucking cool if she was

[durge-marzio]

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

Edit: I used the word punish loosely, as in, toxic/abusive people will take any small mistake or action and twist it into something they can take advantage of. This post was also largely from the stand point of a toxic deity rather than a toxic partner, but both takes are valid here. Especially with the, “you didn’t stay compliant so now I’m giving you the silent treatment” part of it—from a god and a partner perspective.

[chocostrwberry]

Remnants of Emelie🪦🦚🥀

[adriancatrin]

katara sees her brother and bff approaching something that can make them happy and says no interruptions

based on this photo from the live action cast

[myokk]

fast sketch of ominis & fast intro to the ominis longfic I'm working on!! This is going to be the most self-indulgent pride and prejudice ripoff that ever existed, 100% based on the ominis of my oneshot💘

I am just OBSESSED with exploring the idea that he’s a natural legilimens & OBSESSED with the thought that he thinks too much for his own good🫶🫶🫶

Ominis Gaunt has always suspected he is cold-blooded.

It makes sense, really.

He always seems to be cold: frigid, long fingers that are often stiff and difficult to move; goosebumps raising the skin of his arms and the back of his neck any time he walks through the drafty halls of the dungeons; even his eyes, he has been told, are reminiscent of ice. They are apparently quite unsettling. The only time he feels comfortable in his body is when he basks in the heat of the sun.

His earliest memory is of the cold. It went like this: he was four years old: his older brother, Marvolo, had led him outside as a joke, he swore up and down that it was just a small joke, and how was he supposed to know that poor, blind Ominis would not be able to find his way back home? When his parents had finally found him, his frail mother sobbing and holding his tiny, blue, hypothermic body to her chest, Ominis remembers feeling quite perturbed at the disturbance. Couldn’t he just be left alone, in the silent soft snow?

He does not know if he has ever felt warm since.

As he strides through the dungeons, the copious amount of warming charms he casts on himself do not seem to be enough, but he keeps casting them anyways and also: wrapping his wool scarf more tightly around his neck, quickening his pace in the hopes that blood flows more easily through his limbs, wishing that he had remembered his gloves. Winter is always a terrible time of year (this winter more terrible than usual), and every breath of warm air leaves his lips reluctantly. How he wishes that he could just hold on to it a bit longer and yet the warmth leaves him precisely fifteen traitorous times a minute, the frigid air gleefully entering and burning its way down his throat in response. Maybe it’s a punishment of some sort.

His whole life has been defined by punishments and sometimes he preoccupies himself with the thought that it is the only way he can view the world. Most of the punishments are manifested in curses inherited from his family. (His parents and Marvolo insist that they are gifts, but Ominis begs to differ.)

First, his blindness: the only true punishment-curse that even his family rejects: caused by inbreeding, no doubt. He did not cry after his birth and his mother cradled his tiny body in silent arms, lovingly whispering nonsense-evil-Parseltongue to him but when he opened his eyes and she saw a brilliant celestine blue with no iris, she screamed in horror and shattered the frigid peace of the room. His parents tried everything to fix him, make him whole, throwing money at various possible solutions to no avail. Magically induced disabilities are not, apparently, curable by magic.

Ominis is not sure that he hates being blind, although he suspects everyone thinks that he should. It is as much a part of him as his fifteen-breaths-per-minute, and he thinks that vision is not all it’s cracked up to be. He is always terrified at the thought that his tenuous hold on sanity is only due to the fact that he cannot see, until he realizes he shouldn’t be terrified of hypothetical situations that cannot come to pass. He consoles himself with the thought that maybe, if he has had to give up his vision for his sanity, it is a small price to pay. Although, he also thinks sometimes that it would be nice to live a life without any morality holding him back.

He is entirely too introspective, after all.

It is precisely this introspection that is his downfall in this moment (and his cold blood). Ominis is so busy casting warming charms on himself and thinking in circles that he cannot use his wand to help him sense his environment and so he should not be surprised when he crashes into her.

And yet he is. Terribly surprised.

Maybe if he were not so caught up in his own thoughts he could have paid more attention to his surroundings. Instead, he spent too much time ruminating on his reptilian heritage and has now barreled head first into his arch-nemesis.

Rosalie Harris.

The girl who has stolen his oldest friend from him.

The girl who is currently making angry noises as she clambers to her feet and is picking up the things that he has crashed everywhere. Even if he could see, Ominis is not sure he would help her. Helping her would be akin to betraying himself, after all.

“Hey! Watch where you’re - oh, hello, Ominis.”

“Rosalie,” he says shortly, nodding his head where he thinks she might be standing and stepping to the side. He tightens his grip around his wand, feeling the texture of the wood change from rough to smooth as he runs his thumb down it. Smooth where he always seems to worry it, rough where the wood refuses to yield to the brushes of his thumb.

He surreptitiously casts the spell - he has at least done it so many times he no longer needs to say it out loud - and his surroundings light up. Or, he supposes that is the most apt description, considering he cannot actually differentiate between light and dark. He senses Rosalie’s silhouette to his left - she is standing with her arms crossed and her foot taps impatiently as she waits for him.

Waiting for what? he thinks, slightly irritated. She never seems to leave him alone and he wracks his brain trying to think of something, anything he can say to get rid of her.

Maybe if he speaks in Parseltongue, she would finally be scared away for good. He does not really want that second reminder of his family’s curse, though.

His family preferred speaking in Parseltongue with each other, believing the ability made them morally superior to everyone else and Ominis had not even realized until he had arrived at Hogwarts that no, it was not normal. When his name had been called at the Sorting, furious whispers had erupted amongst all the students, and his every step (terrified, confused, unsure - he had still been getting used to using his wand to navigate his surroundings) to the stool at the front of the Great Hall was plagued with a susurration reminiscent of snakes. Except these whispers, sneaking their way into his mind, had been unkind and overwhelming.

(He had not realized in that moment that he was also hearing their thoughts.)

Maybe now, with Rosalie standing in front of him and just annoyingly waiting for Merlin-knows-what, Ominis should use his Legilimency to find out what Rosalie wants. (He hates it, though.) It would not be difficult. (The thought makes him shiver in horror because he doesn’t want to abuse the ability.) He can feel the edges of her mind, her magic, and all he has to do is reach out - she is right there, and -

“Ominis?”

Her arms are crossed, he hears an impatient huff.

Why hasn’t she left him alone yet?

Hadn’t the Hogwarts Express already left the station, bringing all of the students home for the winter holiday? Ominis had thought he would be one of the only students left in the castle, and if he is being honest with himself, he had been looking quite forward to having the place to himself.

Ominis’s winter has just gotten infinitely worse.

Going to Gaunt Manor for the holidays is out of the question (he will not think about the nightmares that have been plaguing him ever since he received the owl demanding he go home), and Ominis does not want to be more of a burden to the Sallows. They already do enough for him over the summer, and Sebastian and Anne have convinced him to go to Hogsmeade with them at least twice over the next two weeks. Besides, with Anne’s curse progressing, Ominis does not want to be in the way.

“Why are you still here?” Ominis asks. He knows his voice comes across as cold as his blood, blunt, but he cannot help himself. Ever since Rosalie arrived - her entrance to Hogwarts also causing quite the stir - Ominis has been intensely annoyed by her presence. She is too happy. Too carefree. Too…well, everything he is not.

And, she does not seem to leave him alone.

Rosalie is always there, always hanging around Sebastian. (Taking Sebastian away.) He even showed her the Undercroft, which had almost caused a rift in their relationship. Ominis could not believe that Sebastian would be so careless, showing someone who for all intents and purposes is crashing her way into their lives, forcing them to pay attention to her. They barely even knew her, and yet Sebastian thought it was a good idea to show her such a sacred place?

(It does not help that she is intelligent, and Ominis has caught himself on more than one occasion about to ask her about her opinion on something before he catches himself.)

“I was looking for you.”

Ominis tilts his head at that and fiddles with his ring. He considers walking away, leaving -

“I mean…Sebastian said that you were also going to be here over the holidays and since everyone else just left I thought -”

“Thought what?” Internally, Ominis winces at the biting tone to his voice. It came out harsher than he intended, his voice loud and echoing through his mind, bouncing off the cold, stone walls surrounding them.

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 55

When Dani leaves amity after being stabilized she starts running into hero’s.

She doesn’t think it’s odd. After all Danny is a hero. So she starts bugging them never staying around too long. She did want to be a hero on her own.

One day a battle happens. One that keeps taking out hero after hero. None of there attacks are hitting it. Just phasing through.

Obviously for plot convenience no member of the JLD are here.

Dani of course forces her way into the fray. Unlike the others her stuff actually hits it. Now they don’t do much but does stall the threat. Managing to freeze bits and pieces for short periods of time.

Dani has a moment of realization. The being has to be from the infinite realm. Mid-fight she calls Danny. The trio made her take a phone when she left.

Danny shows up in a portal. He just soups the ghost up. No issues no sweat. Danny then starts questioning her on how she is. What’s she’s been up to. Why she didn’t bother to take any ghost hunting equipment with her.

When he notices the other people. The hero’s who he didn’t know existed. Danny begins to realize that the world was nothing like Amity.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[elevenenthusiast]

The Irony Behind the “Cliché” Argument Against Harry and Hermione

One of the most common arguments I see against Harry and Hermione as a romantic pairing is that it would’ve been “too predictable.” You know the type: “It’s nice the male and female lead didn’t end up together for once,” or “It would’ve been so cliché if the hero and the heroine got together,” or even worse “Hermione would’ve been reduced to just a love interest if she ended up with Harry.”

But here’s the thing: that argument kind of falls apart when you actually look at the relationships in Harry Potter — especially Harry and Ginny’s.

Because if we’re really talking clichés, Harry and Ginny is the actual trope. The classic “hero gets the girl.” Let’s go back to Chamber of Secrets Ginny gets possessed by the villain, and needs to be rescued by him. It’s very knight-saves-princess. That’s their dynamic in a nutshell. And later, after barely any meaningful development between them they’re suddenly together in Half-Blood Prince. It’s not earned through shared struggle or slow emotional build-up — it just happens. And somehow that isn’t considered cliché?

Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione have one of the most emotionally rich relationships in the entire series. They’ve been through so much together pain, loss, war and yet there’s this quiet loyalty that holds between them. Not once does Hermione turn her back on Harry, even when it would’ve been easier. She’s there through his worst moments, and not out of obligation or duty, but because she chooses to be. She understands him in a way that’s rarely acknowledged not just as “The Chosen One” or a symbol, but as a person.

And what frustrates me is how people downplay the dynamic between them by saying “they’re not compatible.” As if compatibility has to look like constant flirting or textbook romantic tension. In reality, Hermione’s brilliance her love of learning, her deep empathy, her sense of justice is exactly what steadies Harry. She’s not just “the smart one.” Her intelligence isn’t just about knowing spells or solving riddles. It’s emotional and moral. She sees the bigger picture, pushes Harry to be better, and holds him accountable when no one else does. She isn’t a strategist in the same way Ron is in the books (who deserves more credit for that, by the way), but her mind is grounded in principle and truth the kind of wisdom that Harry leans on, over and over again.

And that’s what makes the argument that “she’d be downgraded as his love interest” feel hollow. If anything, Harry and Hermione would be a relationship built on mutual respect, trust, and emotional history. Not a prize to be won or a plot device. Hermione would never be “reduced” to anything least of all by Harry. Their bond was already strong before any romance was ever considered, and that’s what makes it powerful.

So no Harry and Hermione wouldn’t have been the cliché. They would’ve been the quiet, earned, slow-burn connection that made actual sense. The kind of love that’s built on years of seeing each other through the worst and choosing each other anyway. And in a story that’s ultimately about love, loss, and growing up, that would’ve felt like a real, meaningful conclusion not a trope.

[avionvadion]

I've seen a fair bit of book 7 spoilers, but I'm confused about some things. How is he a cursed prince exactly? What does the Senate have to do with it? I thought Lilia is alive via the Power of Love or something?

So, after Malleus was born/hatched, the Senate gave him blessings of “power” and “voice” so all would tremble before him and so he could rule over all.

This made it so he had to actively suppress his emotions, such as laughing too loudly because doing so would cause this sort of… sonic BOOM that would make your ears bleed. Lilia was an example of this, for he tickled a young Malleus and Malleus laughed too hard and Lilia’s ears began bleeding. Due to his emotions actively affecting the weather, he can’t allow himself to even CRY in fear of FREEZING SERVANTS SOLID. As we know, his anger causes lightning to strike very easily, and will very likely strike the target of said anger. Thus, he represses it so if it DOES thunder he at least isn’t striking people with lightning.

The Senate also constantly told him he was “special”. It’s a very Akira Sohma (Fruits Basket) situation, but instead of Malleus abusing people he instead retreated within himself and away from others.

He can’t even bring himself ask to join other people in something. It’s why he’s always waiting for an invitation. Everything he touches slips through his fingers, his emotions causes pain and suffering, and he can’t be with those he cares about. There is a distance. One bigger than just status, but one done for safety.

Malleus firmly believes he will never be able to truly laugh with someone, or feel their warmth. He can never join in any sort of merriment. He wonders if he is to be lonely forever, until the day he returns to the stars.

The “blessings” the Senate gave were not blessings.

They were a curse.

And Lilia IS alive via power of love. Malleus’ broken piece of horn and Silver’s ring began to glow, and Silver told Malleus to hold his hand and wish- as Lilia always said that wishes were one of the most powerful forms of magic. During this, Malleus declares he loves Lilia and the two brothers (THEY ARE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR, THAT IS THEIR FATHER) revive Lilia and restore his magic.

But yeah. Malleus truly be the Beast. 🥺

[subwaylesbians]

once again thinking about same train home. about how every other time we see mercy challenged or her worth questioned she comes out swinging (either verbally or with a very literal baseball bat), but this time she shrinks instead. and how seeing that throws swan enough that for a moment they trade roles and swan becomes the impulsive one. important to me