and tube feels

Why the Harry Potter fandom is important

Last night after walking down Regent Street and marvelling at the Christmas lights and how very much I love London(which happens anytime I walk around central London), I sat waiting in Leicester Sq. Me and my Hufflepuff fellow @andyouknowitis were off to see the midnight showing of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. 

After a little while, the scarves began to emerge. A girl sat down next to me wearing a Slytherin scarf. Later replaced by a girl in a Ravenclaw scarf. Two Gryffindors came up to me and went ‘Would you mind taking a picture of us? We saw you and thought ‘She’s wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, we’ll ask her’. Me and the two girls got chatting about fandom and the excitement for the movie and they wandered off. I sat back down and then two girls in robes walked by and grinned at me. 

A guy dressed as Newt walked by and jokingly cursed a group of people, more friends in scarves began to appear, wands came out, hugs were had. The cinema was crowded, full of posters and people squealing over them. In the very long queue for food, one guy found out how long the adverts were and I asked whether he was a Ravenclaw, turned out he was. 

Eventually we all found our seats, shuffling around in the dark trying to place drinks and popcorn, balancing the IMAX glasses and jostling for space. The lights dimmed, the Warner Bros logo appeared on screen and we all cheered. Here we were, one big nerdy family in the middle of the night about to experience new wizarding world material. 

The movie was brilliant, we all laughed a lot, we cheered and clapped and gasped. We marvelled at the beauty on screen and were so very aware of how much we just really bloody love magic. 

It’s been nine years since the last book came out, back when most of us were in our teens and  early twenties. And yet he we still are, smiling at the people in scarves and laughing in a movie theatre, nearly ten years on. Older and adulter but still very much in love with this fandom. 

After the movie, we wandered off to House of Minalima, a place in Soho run by the people behind the art of Harry Potter. We got to talk to them and look at all the amazing things surrounded us. The creaky, wobbly old house imbued with magic whilst the drunken Muggles cavorted outside. It felt like the Leaky Cauldron, hidden away in London at 3am. We chatted to Potterheads, it’s London, you don’t talk to random people but with this, how could you not? 

The world has been a bit rubbish of late, it’s terrifying and scary and a lot of unkind people seem to be winning. But we still have Harry Potter, we still have kindness and joy and excitement  and magic. We need that, we revel in it and thankfully this fandom ain’t going anywhere. In ten years time I’d still like to be grinning at people in fandom scarves like we’re part of a secret society. We got this Potterheads, we ain’t going nowhere. 

On who tf is Rose Quartz.

Are we ever going to know the truth? That episode was basically a feels scape tube so the story can move forward and progress without having a protagonist in a state of stagnation.

BUT, it also pops the question: Are we EVER going to get the truth about Rose? O this ep, Steven calls her a liar, an affirmation that is never fully contradicted in the remaining of the episode, but it’s not exactly validated either, as Steven retracts of what he said. So we still don’t know just how much of a liar Rose was?

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In the episode, we are presented with a Steven’s version of Rose, based on what he’s heard of her: Kindness and dorkiness and eternal marvel of earth and living beings on it; but it’s also made clear that we’re NOT seeing Rose Quartz. And the things that weigh on Steven’s mind, the calirification we need on where she stood regarding things like shattering and plotting and lying and deception, are- once again- left unresolved.

This could mean that 1) Rose is a Dumbledore figure and we’re eventually going to get insight on her plans and her mind, either by first hand (a diary or something), second source(someone who knew, like Snape in HP); or someone just being really smart and figuring it out. OR

2) She’s NOT a Dumbledore figure and we’re actually NEVER going to find out  if there is even an ulterior motive to anything she did. We’re only ever going to know her by tainted versions of people who met her.

The past episode’s narrative seems to hint at the second option, Steven experiences something he’s been yearning for, but it doesn’t move “The Rose” plot any forward. And at the end of it, Steven yells at a hologram version of his mother- which is him basically yelling at himself- makes relative peace with the burden placed on his shoulders by her, and leaves that part of him behind in the subconscious (The Room).

Only to have us inmediately introduced to Steven’s “real” family, his present family: Dad and the CG, they remind us that these are the ones that matter, Steven’s look of nostalgic gratitute reinforces us that even though Rose is gone and that weighs on Steven, whatever happened with her doesn’t really matter because she’s gone, there’s nothing anyone can do about it, and sometimes, you just have to let things go and accept what you have and focus on the present, you know, no use on crying over spilled milk.

What the show could be trying to tell us, should this be true, is that shit happens, sometimes we (Steven) can’t get the whole truth about a person or situation, sometimes things will remain blurring and incomplete, and it’ll have to be enough for us (Steven), move past that, and get on living with the doubt. So you’re gonna live with this particular doubt for ever.

Just a thought i had.

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Fic/fanart wish list February

I want more; morbid fluff, indulgent wanking (the opposite of “sad wanking”), brainfail fics, season one style emotional constipation, kink negotiations, medical accuracy, witty banter between the Holmes brothers, fics with details about London (especially about the tube! Giveth me fic with tube feels and/or red double decker buses!), sexual self-exploration, warm but problematic stories about love, “posh boy” fic, character studies (please; tell me about Sherlock and his relationship to books or bespoke clothing or his fluffy curls or about Mycroft and how he survives in a world of goldfish) and also more stories about brainfail, did I mention that?



Imagine Artemis’ tears after she find out you’ve sacrificed yourself to save Wally.

Relationship: Friends

Character: Artemis, Wally, Bart, Barry

Warning: Reader Death

Gifs: Found on Google.

A/N: This is an imagine from

Flash and Impulse wouldn’t be enough to stop the Reach’s machine, and I knew what Wally was about to do.
“Wally.” Wally turned to me, and I smiled lightly, and I leaned over and kissed his cheek taken his power from him and giving them to me.
“Y/N what are you-” Wally asked as I smiled and ran off to the Zeta tube. I had a feeling that if Wally went something bad was going to happen, and I wasn’t going to let Artemis lose Wally. Artemis was like my sister; we had joined the Team at the same time. Both our family were villains, and it was something we bonded over. I quickly got to where Flash and Impulse was and joined them.

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Day 167 Woodend to Culverden 91K

The campsite last night was superb, right on the beach which was totally deserted. We went for a little swim, Freezing and very rough. Ed had taken a course in cold water swimming back in Holland, I told him to ask for his money back as he was out before me!

This morning the sky’s were clear and the sun strong. You get burnt very quickly here, my arms in particular get a canning from the rays. We headed off for breakfast and said our goodbyes. Ed is heading home after 6 weeks and going south and I continue North. I was sad to see him go, I very nice man. No sooner had I left him I got a flat back tyre. I have a feeling my tubes have been repaired once too often and leaking when I put maximum pressure in. I replaced it with a new one and it sorted the problem.

I am heading north on route 7. Due to earthquake damage on route 1, a lot of traffic, especially trucks. There is a small hard shoulder which I am hugging desperately when the trucks go past. I have another 400K to Picton the ferry port for North Island. There is a short cut, but the roads are gravel and Pat and I just get beaten up on them. It’s like riding a sheet of corrugated iron covered in marbles.

I have put up my tent in a place callled Culverden in what they call a domain, which is a basic campsite, but NZ basic is pretty luxurious compared to some in Europe. They have showers and a kitchen, so I can cook up something basic. All good for 10 pounds.

concept: ashton always tossing and turning because he was a night person and could never get to sleep, so you wake up to find him walking out of your bedroom in the middle of the night. you decide to follow him and you see him make a cup of coffee and grab his wallet. he sees you and says, “i’m going out. i don’t know where, but i’m just gonna ride the tube until i feel like getting off.” ashton rubs his eyes and heads for the door. “w-wait, let me put on some leggings,” you say, turning to the bedroom, but he tries to stop you, saying you need to sleep. “no, ash, i want to go. please.” you look at him through tired but eager eyes. he thinks for a second then nods. “alright then, our midnight adventure begins,” he says in a raspy but sweet voice as he reaches for your hand and opens the door to the breezy, foggy night.


i want to scream stop
take that scalpel out of your heart, that
measuring glass, and those test tubes
your feelings are not a science experiment
they are as true as you
even though your body feels like it is spinning in space
you can’t pour your love using equations and calculations
you try to read your own puzzle like a book
with a magnifying glass
as if you are disconnected
on the outside staring in
you are not an abstract entity
i feel you
your body pulsates like electrons exploding
like bubbles of blue foam
your feelings are turquoise crystals over the sea
never tainted but reflecting shades and hues from
unknown galaxies
don’t hide what was crafted so exquisitely


Listen someone gave the green light to make this stunt happen today because now he’s everywhere spotted by fans and with paps, she was with him at several events and not a single pic together but now The Sun started it and now pap pics are released and everything is being ramped up in ONE night. Fan pics of them holding hands around London are magically appearing out of nowhere and she is everywhere with him now even on the tube. FEELS ORGANIC, FEELS NATURAL


Souma from Food Wars. Wanted to portray him in the midst of action and tried using salt for effects. Unfortunately, my plans failed and I just used whatever methods I can to give that feeling. The tube of gold poster paint I had in my stash of paints had broke apart (I think the plastic tube has started to degrade.. it’s been a number of years). Decided to throw it into the painting too. Added wisp like white strokes using a sponge.


It’s been 3 years since my last Crisscolfer video. I decided to make them public again on You Tube because I feel like it’s safe to do so. They were unlisted because I didn’t want Darren, Chris or anyone associated with them to see them. I’ll explain why: 3 years from then, I still like this ship A LOT, but my take on it was to never make our little fantasy world collide with the reality of their lives, whatever that is. We don’t know these people, let alone their lives. We only know what they tell us. My videos show things that have been done and said, but the links I make in my mind and in my videos are not necessarily those that took place in reality. With that in mind, enjoy the videos :3 

I might make a new one, any song suggestions?

@i-shot-kennedy  liked for an Angie in the hospital starter (x)

Angie had a bad feeling the moment she left the set of her latest TV show and started driving herself home after two weeks without seeing her family. She just didn’t know this bad feeling would include a drunk driver and him going the wrong way on the road. The last thing she remembered was the guy’s bright lights heading right towards her before she completely blacked out. 

The next thing she knew, she could hear the constant beeping of what she realized was a monitor that kept track of her heartbeat and could feel oxygen tubes against her nose that were incredibly unpleasant. Breathing was relatively difficult because of whatever was wrapped around her chest. Her eyes cracked open and she looked over to see Bucky sitting beside her. “Mm… Bucky?” Her throat hurt and she started coughing. “Bucky, what happened?”

December 13, 2015

My catheter has officially clogged and refuses to allow any urine to escape. For some reason, I had massive blood clots that have resulted in a shit ton of pain and a number of ‘irrigations’ by nurses. Irrigating a catheter involves injecting then withdrawing saline into the catheter tube as a means to try and remove or eject the blood clot that is obstructing the tube. Needless to say, when the bladder is full, irrigating is painful as can be. 

After irrigating the catheter many many times, it had now been hours since any urine was able to escape the bladder. After calling a doctor in, from a different hospital (because now its midnight), he attempted to redo the catheter bed side and with me fully awake. He first pulled the tube out. I could feel the tears gathering behind my eyes. He next injected the site with what looked like a 5 inch needle with numbing stuff, yet instead of numbing the area it just hurt to keep getting injected over and over again. 

He then stuck a 6 inch needle into the hole, in attempts to get another catheter tube placed. At this point I was crying. At this point I opened my eyes and saw half of the needle dripping with blood. At this point my mom was shaking, dropped my hand, and had to run to the bathroom because she thought she was going to yuke. My mom, a veteran nurse, has never gotten sick like that before. But the sight of her child in such pain and the intensity and his lack of empathy made her literally sick to her stomach. 

The catheter never successfully made it in the bladder. So the next morning, I was rushed into the ER to be put under, and have a catheter re inserted the correct way – not at the bedside. Because of that, we are staying an extra day in San Francisco. 

By that time, I was taking pain meds every hour on the hour, all through the night because I was in so much pain due to having to pee. By the time everything got resolved, there was close to 2 Liters of piss in my bladder. Needless to say, I am grateful for this new catheter!