Bill-and-Ben

Wiles believes that, “The enemy, Satan, is targeting churches with virtual, digital, cyber-demons. I believe [Pokemon Go] is a magnet for demonic powers.”

http://geekandsundry.com/pokemon-go-and-the-new-satanic-panic/

Pokemon Go is a game phenomenon which has added $7 billion to the value of Nintendo in less time than it takes to pickle a cucumber. But a number of podcasters and YouTubers have suggested that the game is anti-Christian, even Satanic. These charges are false, and are based on a satirical…

Okay forget all this nickelodeon and disney channel. This is what my childhood was made of:

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tikkabilla

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the story makers??!??! american tv step up your game

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like i mean mona was my life

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fucking cbeebies man

I never shared my Harry Potter AU!

So essentially, Armitage Hux is born to a family of Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War. (This works within the HP timeline, I checked!) Anyways, his parents are killed during the conflict, and he’s adopted by the Weasleys, who rename him Bill.

His childhood passes and Bill goes to Hogwarts. During his sixth year this new kid transfers from America named Kylo. He’s really weird, his parents went to Hogwarts ages ago, and his grandfather was a hardcore Slytherin. He always brags about it, so when they sort him and he ends up in Gryffindor Kylo’s hella pissed.

Bill is a prefect and ends up having to show the edgy emo around. They argue and bicker but end up sticking together. A few weeks in Kylo decides to be Extra and try some dark magic. He talks Bill into helping him and they go to one of the old towers, accidentally disturbing Helena Ravenclaw.

Helena comments on how remarkably like his father Bill looks. ‘Who, Arthur Weasley?’ Helena laughs. ‘No, Brendol Hux.‘ 

Bill and Kylo do some research and holy shit, Bill’s adopted. They find an old class portrait of Brendol Hux, and Bill looks exactly like him. Kylo thinks this is super cool, but Hux is freaked out - less that he’s adopted, more that the records show his real name is Armitage.

Kylo thinks this is a great time to use more dark magic, saying Bill should channel his inner Death Eater. After careful consideration Bill says 'Fuck it. Let’s try this shit out.’ Of course they get themselves in trouble with the school, the Ministry of Magic, and even the Death Eaters.

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A shade of grey

This promt! Just something quick cause I can’t sleep, I felt like writing and the prompt was just too good! Haha! Of course this is set after the series end or near that cause the age, but who cares.


         “What the hell?!” Larry shouted in horror from the bathroom.
         “What’s wrong?” Stretch asked panicked as he rushed to see what was matter.
         “Look!” Larry pointed his temple.
         His eyes were wide of shock. Stretch hadn’t seen him this horrified since…since…never? He looked at what the fingers pointed.
         “What am I supposed to look at, Kid?” he asked after pondering a while.
         “The grey!” Larry wailed.
         “Oh, that.”
         “What you mean ‘ oh, that?’?” Larry snapped. “This is disastrous.”
         “I mean… I thought you knew. It’s been there a while.”
         The blank expression on Larry’s face was quite amusing to Stretch. But his lover had turned all pale.
         “… a while?” the words barely got out of Larry’s throat.
         “Well, yeah, not very long, but –“
         “You didn’t bother to tell me?” Stretch feared Larry was going to hit him, but just let out a long list of curses. “People have seen me like this! Getting old, grey, slow and weak.”
         “No one is gonna think you’re slow or weak cause you got a couple grays, Larry” Stretch folded his arms and shifted his legs. This was getting ridiculous.
         “How did this happen?” Larry started himself from the mirror. “How?
         “Well, you are in your forties, the life you live isn’t exactly easy, or stressless. And you smoke a lot, and drink. Not to talk about all the fights. Also stop thinking so much.”
         “You drink and smoke as much as I do” the dark haired raised his brow accusatorily. “You get in fights more than I do. Why you don’t got any?”
         Stretch just shrugged.
         “Maybe cause I’m younger than you.”
         “By one year.”
         “Still younger. And I got better genes. ”
         “The hell with you, beanpole.”
         “If it bothers you that much, lets either pick them out or dye your hair. Problem solved.”
         Larry groaned.
         “Oh, c’mon, it’s not that bad. You still got your looks, smarts and health. You don’t look a day older than 35 and you have absolutely dashing sweetheart who loves you despite your persintent.. persant… What’s the word I’m looking for?”
         “Persistent” Larry helped.
         “Yeah, that. That’s what you are. Now, let’s groom you up or stop whining like an ugly baby.”
         “Get the tweezers…” Larry sighed in defeat.