and yes i am freaking out

NGL I hate how white girls incriminate Maui and try to paint him off as a sexist figure for stealing the heart. Yes, stealing the heart was bad but we’re conveniently forgetting that the humans asked him to take the heart for their own selfish greed. Maui did anything the humans asked and that was just to prove the selfishness of humanity. He didn’t steal the heart because he was a man and Te-Fiti was a woman, he stole it because the humans asked him to get it for them, just like he got them everything else (he sang a song about this y’all). So yes, go ahead and interpret the movie anyway you want, but don’t incriminate Maui. I am tired of seeing white girls acting like he’s a misogynistic freak when the whole point of his character was to point out the flaw of humanity. But oh well, here we go with white girls completely incriminating   another moc. Like there is a post floating around equating Maui to male violence and well, way to go white girls completely missing the fucking point and being racist tbh.

(also if you see this please reblog it, i hate that maui is now some icon for male violence. especially being a moc torn apart by white tumblr)

Sick

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce.

Tony: I heard a SNEEZE.

Bruce: Riveting information.

Tony: You know what this means?!

Bruce: Someone received Thor’s blessings?

Tony: SOMEONE IS SICK.

Tony: We need to find them and quarantine them. I will not have the Avengers benched just because they can’t breathe through both nostrils.

Bruce: snot…

Tony: what

Bruce: snot so bad

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Y/N: it has begun …

Bruce: what?

Y/N: MY DESCENT INTO AGONY

Bruce: Did you finish your favorite book?

Y/N: I have a cold.

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: So it’s you!

Y/N: Give me a hug, Tony.

Tony: No!

Y/N: Where is he, Bruce?

Bruce: Lab, as always.

Tony: STAY BACK!

Y/N: WE’RE ALL IN THIS SUFFERING TOGETHER!

Tony has been disconnected.

Y/N: Seeing Tony trip made me feel a lot better.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: I HAVE JUST SENSED A CHANGE IN YOUR HEALTH. IT APPEARS YOU HAVE A COLD. FEAR NOT, I, THOR, SON OF ODIN, SHALL SAVE YOU!

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putting out fires

Earlier I realised that when something bad happens suddenly, I tend to react to it quite well. Like if I drop something, i’m good at catching it, or if someone hurts themselves badly, i do what needs to be done with a suprisingly cool head. 

And I realised it’s probably something to do with my ADHD?

Like, with our brains, time is weird. There is only NOW and NOT NOW. We don’t cope well with NOT NOW. But if something needs to be done NOW, we’ll do it NOW. Like getting an assignment done only when it’s about to be due in. 

So if say, there’s a fire to put out (and yes, I have had to put out… too many fires because of my inattention) then it needs to be put out NOW. 

And I dunno, I guess with ADHD you get a lot more practice at getting stuff done in panic mode, because that’s the only way I usually get stuff done? Friends of mine will get their homework done on time, but freak out and run away when something catches fire. But because I have to put out a lot of “life fires” I am better at dealing with “actual fires”. 

Just a weird thought… what do you think?

Christmas according to Voltron

//Shiro//

Hunk: Shiro, I think you accidentally sat on the mistletoe……

Shiro, looking at the mistletoe taped to the back of his pants: oh

Shiro, straight-faced: I meant to put that there, you all can kiss my ass

Pidge: *spits out eggnog*

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//Pidge//

Lance: Pidge, what are you doing??

Pidge, wrapping Christmas lights around her neck: what do you mean??

Lance: I mean why are you trying to hang youself with the decorations?

Pidge:

Pidge: so that even when I die I’ll be the brightest Holt in the family

Shiro: Pidge nO

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//Hunk//

Lance: all our cookies have little words etched in icing on them!

Hunk: yep :)

Shiro: Mine says ‘Best Space Dad’

Lance: Mine says 'Best Friend’

Keith: Mine says 'Best Furry’

Keith:

Hunk: my hand slipped??

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//Lance//

Lance, misteltoe attached to the front of his belt: ;))))

Keith: Lance I don’t care about tradition I am not kissing your dick

Lance: ;((((((

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//Keith//

Keith: I hate Christmas

Lance, drunk off eggnog: who wants to watch me strip on the staircase railing!?

Keith:

Shiro: Keith no

Keith, clutching a twenty between his fist: Keith yes

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//Allura//

Shiro: Princess, why is there a bucket of rocks sitting above the airlock??

Allura, in her paladin armor holding her bayard: Lance told me of this 'Santa Claus’

Coran, freaking out while hiding behind Keith: He even sang this morbid song…how did it go??

Lance, sneaking up behind Coran, singing in a spooky voice: he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake~

Allura: *flings him across the room with one arm*

Coran, crying in a corner: what is with you earthlings and your terrifying customs??!

Jake Peralta: Stepdad!AU

So this was going to be an actual fic, but, alas, any sort of narrative wouldn’t come, so instead allow me to offer a series of (not at all canon-timeline compliant) headcanons about Amy Santiago’s tiny daughter taking Jake in as part of the family:

  • When Amy starts at the Nine-Nine, she is Very Adamant that Jake will never meet Maya, largely because a) He’s the worst, and b) Maya doesn’t need to see her mother curse out a fellow employee, but mostly c) He’s The Worst.
  • Except she only lasts twelve days, at which point Captain McGinley calls her in on her day off because he’s finally realized that his new detective has started and he wants to meet her, even though they have met four (4) times and he’s assigned two cases to her and Jake
    • It’s supposed to be a short meeting and she promises a very teary-eyed Maya that she’ll be real quick, but she needs to go in without Maya because McGinley looks like he might yell for some reason, Amy can just tell, and Sarge isn’t here and Amy barely knows anyone else and Jake offers, basically
    • Maya is just v. v. teary when Amy blows her a quick kiss before entering McGinley’s office
    • The meeting lasts exactly forty-seven minutes
    • Amy expects A Disaster when she gets out, or at the very least a very stressed-out Jake trying to pass her daughter off on someone else
    • But instead Maya is sitting in Jake’s lap with two of his superhero figurines gripped between her sweaty little hands, patiently telling a story while Jake writes on a piece of paper next to her
    • “And then there’s a dragon,” Maya says breathlessly, and Jake nods along patiently
    • “Fire-breathing or bearded?” he offers, and Maya really considers it for a moment before deciding on bearded. “Got it, I’ve jotted that down.”
    • “I thought no one was allowed to touch your dolls?” Amy asks when she gets to them, and she’s a little stressed out about this whole situation because Jake is suddenly, like, a kind person? Who’s been watching her daughter for forty-seven minutes and counting?
    • “Uh, obviously this is Red Metal Man and Mr. Star, okay.”
    • It’s not. It’s Iron Man and Captain America, and Amy can tell because she’s not totally out of the loop of the cultural zeitgeit, okay, and she sometimes pays attention to movie posters and has very definitely seen at least two of the superhero movies
    • “Plus I believe I said no Santiagos, and that was back before I knew there was a cool Santiago in the clan.”
    • Maya, meanwhile, has grabbed a pen off of Jake’s desk and is now leaning precariously over said desk and drawing on some of the large blank spaces Jake had left on the paper
    • And Amy realizes that Jake was writing down Maya’s story but made sure there was room so she could draw
    • Jake grins at her sheepishly, braces Maya with one hand on her back to make sure she doesn’t slip, and says, “It’s her vision, and she’s, like, a really good storyteller.”
    • Amy swoons, but in a low-key, subtle way. Probably.
    • Anyway, but Jake is also The Worst, so it doesn’t matter

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BREAKING NEWS

Huang Zitao rumored to be in a relationship with American pop-star Hannah Montana! Below is the alleged proof of their relationship. Photos taken of the two reveal something interesting about their outfits.

Can someone say couple shirt goals?!

for all of y’all thinking about coming at me crazy, yes this is a joke.

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance, and I’m seeing so many people asking why it’s necessary, and so many people attacking Trans people, even today.

So, friends, you may be asking why today is necessary, you see me, wandering around, telling halls of people that I’m Trans, you see me, living, successfully, and yeah, I am very lucky, but what you see is very different to what I live. Exactly a week ago I walked into my local Asda, and at the front of the store was a rack of newspapers, with front pages full of transphobia.

Tomorrow I’m attending the launch of a children’s poetry anthology my work is featured in, and yet the prevailing argument in the press is that I am not suitable to be around children. And if I’m not, that means my work isn’t. I’ve had schools tell me that they’re worried about booking me because parents might freak out. I am not a threat to anyone, but, apparently, I am.

And yes, I perform poems about being trans, but after every gig, as I go home in the dark, I’m watching my back, constantly aware that a member of that audience may want to kill me because I live so openly. It’s not a rare occurrence. And it’s not a rare occurrence to encounter transphobia after a performance, even if it’s not at ‘murder’ levels.

I try very hard to not go to the toilet in public places, and if I do I either take a friend with me (despite that not being the done thing in men’s toilets) or I tell them to come find me if I’m not out in a certain amount of time. I have ended up face down on the floor of one public toilet, and I’m not having it happen again. When I was in America for two weeks, I didn’t go to the toilet outside of the house I was staying in. Not once. It was too dangerous. It’s dangerous here too, but we don’t have guns.

People don’t see this, they don’t understand, they see one or two trans people in the press, or if they meet trans people in real life, those Trans people generally hide their struggle from them, because we all do it, Trans or not, who wants their friends and loved ones to see the struggles they live, after all? And at the same time they debate our rights, our existence, as if we are a thought exercise, not real people who just want to live our lives.

There are Trans people being killed, there are Trans people being abused, and people are debating whether we deserve human rights. That’s literally a thing being discussed at high levels of government around the world, whether we are HUMAN. I’m sorry, but you cannot look at that debate, and, with a clear conscience, say WE are the threat here

And whether you agree with me or not, it isn’t hard to treat Trans people with a minimal level of civility and even kindness. I don’t ask that you embrace us wholeheartedly, I get that the transphobia you’ve internalised your whole life may make that hard, I just ask that you leave us be, you let us live.

You do not need to fight for us. Just stop fighting against us.

Forever? (Part Two)

Part One. Thank you for everyone who had been interested in more of this story. I’ve edited this twice but I am in a hurry so if there are mistakes, I apologize. 

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              “What happened?” A woman with worried eyes and thin lips asked harshly, looking between Harry and Draco as the healer waved her stick. Wand. Harry’s mind whispered the reminder to him, but he still wasn’t believing in that. No matter what these colorfully dressed people told him otherwise.

               “And you are sure magic exists?” Harry asked doubtfully, eyeing both women with suspicion. Magic. He could barely wrap his mind around the concept of that. It went against everything Uncle Vernon said. It didn’t matter that they had showed him with their sticks that magic was real. His mind just didn’t believe it.

               Before they could respond, Snape spoke up. “Why are you so determined to think we are lying?” The walking teacup Weasley had conjured was still walking around the room. Zabini’s talking pillow had been used as a demonstration as well.

               Harry figured that telling the angry man that all adults lie was probably a bad thing. So, he decided to go with the safer option. “Uncle Vernon says that there is no such thing as magic. He says that believing in such nonsense will have me being a bigger freak than I already am.” It hurt to voice, but he was worried about not answering the question. This man was clearly capable of being mean. There was an anger to him that frightened Harry. Being honest here was going to determine how he was treated.

               Draco scrunched up his face, worry flaring up inside him. “He’s lying to you.” He watched Harry turn to him with what he thought looked like hope. “Magic does exist. If you can see the school and all of us in here, then that means you have magic. You are a wizard, Harry.” He paused to smile as Harry looked around the room, as if reassuring himself that he could see it all. “If having magic means you are a freak, then so am I. We can be freaks together.”

               The sincerity in Draco’s tone had Harry nodding before he realized what he was doing. No one had ever stood up for him, or believed in him like this. Draco was unlike anyone he had ever met.

               “Because we are team?” Harry asked shyly, peeking up at Draco through his lashes.

               “Yes!” Draco agreed readily, throwing his arms around Harry, knocking the healer’s wand out of the way in the process.

               “Okay.” Whispered Harry, hugging Draco tightly. “I believe in magic.”

               “Just like that?” Severus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “Draco says it’s real and you believe him but not the five of us? The ones who showed you actual magic?”

               Harry shrugged once, not meeting anyone’s eyes. He didn’t know how to tell them that they made him uneasy. Adults weren’t people who had ever showed him they could be trusted. Mrs. Figg seemed nice enough on the outside but he knew that she was aware of how mean the Dursleys were. His teacher seemed like she cared about her students but when he tried to talk about Dudley and his gang of mean children, she didn’t want to listen to him. Even the police officer he talked to about the Dursleys hadn’t believed him. Adults weren’t okay. They just weren’t.

               “It’s okay.” Draco whispered. “I understand.”

               And wasn’t that nice? Someone was actually willing to see him. Harry was worried. Because not only was Draco becoming the best person he has ever met, he was also becoming an attachment. One of the first lessons Harry had ever learned was not to get attached to anything. When it became apparent that Harry liked to read, Dudley ripped out the pages to his books. When he admitted that he liked to color, his crayons were snapped in half and given back to him melted. His interests had to become a secret or they would get taken away.

               What would happen if he became attached to Draco? Would someone take him away?

               “Don’t leave.” Harry whispered, not caring about the way his voice shook. He needed Draco to understand that he was not only his friend but that he also cared about him too.    

               Draco shook his head, realizing that Harry’s relatives were as nice as his father. “Forever Harry, remember?” He knew he was sounding repetitive, but he would repeat this over and over until his new friend understood this.

               “Forever.” Harry choked out, closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t understand how his life had twisted so drastically. He always thought that only fairytales had a happy ending, but he had somehow managed to teleport himself from the Dursleys to a world full of magic and Draco. What had he done to deserve this? Would it last? Would he really get to keep Draco for forever?

               Ron sighed heavily as he watched Harry and Malfoy talk in whispers that they couldn’t hear. Things had just gotten complicated and he had no idea how to help.

               “How did this happen?” McGonagall whispered angrily to everyone else who had taken a step away from the small boys.

               “Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer to that.” Snape began in a voice that still made Ron wish to turn around and never come back. He knew that the man had done a lot for the war effort, but Snape would always be his rude teacher who unnerved him with a simple glare. Oh, he admired him for the strength the Potion’s Master would’ve had to have had. But Ron just wanted to admire him from a safe and respectable distance. One where preferably, there was little verbal contact.

               “I had the students working on enhancement potions. Which are nothing even remotely similar to a de-aging potion.”

               “But you did yell at them before it happened.” Blaise pointed out, ignoring his Head of House’s glare. “Were they adding something to it?”

               Severus nodded once. “Yes. Potter had been arguing with Draco while he grabbed things out of his bag. That bottle had been something he set to the side. I have no idea if that was what he had desired to find. Draco unfortunately, chose that moment to continue their disagreement.”

               “Why yell?” Ron asked before he froze at the glare the man released at being interrupted. “I mean, he was just holding it, wasn’t he?”

               “You are aware of what the fumes of an enhancement potion can do to any substance that is not sealed in an airtight container?” Snape was using the tone that made Ron feel as if it was his first day at school.

               “If that had been even a simple healing potion he was holding, the enhancement potion could have warped the healing vial drastically. If taken, it could not only heal any small ailment, but the potion could go further, getting rid of bacteria that is needed inside the body. It could destroy antibodies that work at fighting off pathogens or viruses. The enhanced healing potion could annihilate an immune system entirely by simply trying to heal better.”

               There was a moment where Ron let out a shaky breath, trying to fully comprehend the situation.

               “That is just one example, Mister Weasley.” Snape continued, shaking his head. “From the distance I was at, it was impossible to tell what was in the potion he was holding. The bottom line of the matter is, that any potion Potter brought out was an impending disaster. It matters none if it was a healing potion or a hiccup solution. The fumes alone would have been dangerous. But Potter dropped the whole bloody vial in the cauldron. There’s no telling what kind of lasting consequences will arise from this.”

               “I did something bad?” Harry squeaked out, trying not to flinch when they all turned to him as one.

               “It was an accident!” Draco piped up before anyone can say anything.

               Despite the situation, Ron couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch at the way Malfoy was glaring at them. As if daring anyone to argue his statement. He watched the little Slytherin’s arms tighten around Harry and he had to marvel at the odd change to their dynamic. He honestly didn’t know what was going to happen once the two were back to their normal age. But one thing was for sure, everything would be different.

               “I’m sure it was.” McGonagall soothed, shooting Snape a dark look. “We just are trying to figure out exactly what happened. That way we can get you both back to how you were.”

               “What do you mean?” Harry asked before biting his lip. Was she going to send him back to the Dursleys? “I want to stay here.” There was a slight pause before he amended his statement. “With Draco.”

               Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, sighing when both children narrowed their eyes suspiciously. “Harry. Draco.” She looked between them. “As of this morning, the both of you were eighteen not five.”

               Everyone watched them furrow their brows before sharing looks that clearly said she was crazy.

               “With all due respect ma’am.” Draco began hesitantly. “I think I would remember if I was an adult.”

               Blaise and Ron snorted into their hands, trying to withhold a full laugh at her dumbstruck expression.

               “She speaks the truth.” Severus informed him with a frown appearing. “A potion accident caused the two of you to de-age.”

               Draco frowned heavily before looking to his godfather. “Well fix it. You are a Potion’s Master, aren’t you?”

               Ron looked to the ceiling as he bit his lip. Merlin, little Malfoy was turning out to be one of his favorite people. He could feel Zabini’s shoulders shaking next to him and he knew if he looked at the other man, he would lose it.

               The way Snape took in a heavy breath had Ron standing up straighter. That was never a good sound from the Slytherin Head of House.

               “Draco, this won’t be an easy solution. I have to dissect the potion the two of you were making. I have to separate the vial from the cauldron, and I have to figure out what the secondary potion was before figuring out a way to fix it all. There is no saying how long this will take. Or if there even is a solution.”

               “Wait.” Ron spoke up, finding himself proud of his bravery. Because the outraged expression on Snape’s face had him wishing he was talking to a dragon instead. “Harry might be stuck this age forever?”

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Okay rant time:
I DONT LOVE THIS AT ALL!! Not even a little.

•Don’t get me wrong, I adore the Reyna x Annabeth bromance, I think it’s absolutely great but there is just so many things wrong with this specific interaction.
•When Percabeth fell into Tartarus they did it going in to survive as a unit. They depended on each other but still had their independence as individuals.
•We know Percy isn’t as smart as Annabeth but that doesn’t make him immediately and irrationally dumb.
•Annabeth didn’t know anything about Tartarus either; both her an Percy fell into that pit blind to the dangers that lay ahead.
•percabeth are great together because they make each other stronger. Percy is not dependent on Annabeth to tie his shoes and keep him alive and same applies to Annabeth— Percy is not there to keep her protected and shelter her from anything that may cause her harm.
•they work because they understand that they can protect themselves and do things for themselves and when they’re together it makes two strong forces unstoppable
•Reyna made Percy a praetor on his third day?!? Why on gods green earth would she do that if she thought Percy was a dumbass
•I’m sorry this interaction makes me so mad because Percy is more than an impulsive little adhd, dyslexic kid who fights monsters and is constantly getting into sh*t
•he’s such a complicated character who figures things out in his own way.
•Annabeth researches The Labyrinth and tries to figure out a way to maneuver through it; Percy knew Rachel could guide them.
•Annabeth used smarts and wit to defeat her enemies and complete her journey following the MOA; Percy used impulse and instinct to work his way through battles and to get through the SON
•I mean there’s a reason that Hera chose Percy to be the link between the camps. It could have been Annabeth, she was smart, she was a quick thinker but Hera didn’t.
•it makes me so mad when I see Percy being portrayed in a “dumb” or “not-smart” kind of way?!?
•where did we get this idea??
•please can we abolish it right now!!!!!!
•you too Uncle Rick

EDIT:
Okay some of y'all are getting seriously touched about this post and how I don’t understand that it’s “just a joke.”

•Firstly: I know this scene was a joke, probably tons of them are. I chose this situation simply because I found this picture. I was not about to search through fan fictions, and scenes where the idea of “dumb- Percy” wasn’t a joke, when this was here already. It just so happened that this picture was a very intended jokey interaction and was unfortunately subject to my rant. Most of what I say is a generalization as to how we should stop calling out Percy as a dumbass.

•Secondly: Yea yea I should probably chill but I don’t have any of that. I am not a calm person. I freak out over everything, happy sad, annoying, amazing— doesn’t matter. So the likelihood of me “calming down” or “talking a chill pill” is slim.

•Thirdly: Yes guys I know what teasing is, I know how to take a joke, I have friends and we tease each other all the time. This was not meant to portray that teasing is wrong and that they can’t have fun being friends and doing what friends do. Oh my gods this was just AN EXAMPLE. I love the PJO/HOO series because of how close and fun the relationships between the characters are but I needed to make a post about this idea of Percy being dumb and how that’s not the case it just so happened that it was a jokey scene that became the root of the post.

•Okay thanks for your time. I love y'all and I love this blog but damn this post caused controversy. Hope this edit cleared my intentions up a bit :)

anonymous asked:

Pleeeease tell me requests are still open, plleeeeeeeeeease. Alien companions of ME:A reacting to a squishy human baby for the first time? Pls? And the mom being completely fine with them holding the little bundle of squish?

YES! I loved writing this one! Thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

“You were on the team that saved the arks!! Hold my baby!!!” The human mother of one particularly squishy and flubby baby yelled.

Peebee
Eyes bugging out of her skull, freaking out internally as the human baby ball of squish is shoved into her arms. Peebee looked over to Ryder, “Help!” written all over her face as the rest of the crew members laughed at her expense.
Peebee awkwardly held the baby in her arms, the child drooling and squeaking out baby laughs. One particularly loud giggle cause her to laugh though. Peebee smiled at the ball of cuteness, a glint of happiness evident in her eyes for a moment. One, short lived moment. Rocking the baby slightly she look the cute baby in the eyes, “Fat.”.

Drack
The baby was thrust into his arms. All he could think of while looking at the baby was how squishy the ball of flub was. The baby grabbed hold of his horn goatee and yanked on it, causing him to grin. “Pretty bold for something so squishy. Don’t you realise you’re mostly made of water?” Drack laughed.

Vetra
She was careful, almost too careful, trying her best to manoeuvre the baby into her arms the way the woman was showing her. The baby gurgled and giggled, tiny chubby hands patting her mandibles. Vetra’s heart immediately melted at the sight.
“I see why funny human baby videos are watched more than cats.”

Jaal
He was in love with the tiny human instantaneously. Cooing in Shelesh and rocking the baby. Ryder teased him for his immediate love of human children, “Careful Jaal, she might think you will steal her baby.”
“Do they all come out like this?” “Pretty much.” “So when can we have one?” The comment may have caused Ryder to pass out.

Kallo
His reaction was similar to Peebee’s except with a more intense freak out. “Am I holding it right? Is it still breathing? Is liquid supposed to come out from there!?! Why is it biting me?! Ryder help!?!”

Lexi
Probably the only one to graciously take the child, coddle it for a moment and return the child in due time like a normal person. “Was that so hard?” Lexi asked. “Yes” was the resounding response from the non-human crew.

Okay consider this

Its McCrees birthday and everyone is at his house for a the party, They are having a good time then Gabriel pulls out a Ouija board from his bag and tells everyone to gather round to play it. McCree, being the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to paranormal things reluctantly sit down in the circle. He’s the birthday boy so he HAS to join in.

Everyone except for Lena, Gabriel, McCree, Hana and Jack sits out because everyone else mutually agree that they’re gonna die if they join in

Gabriel, knowing full well McCree is scared of paranormal things gets him to ask the spirits if they are here. He’s only doing it because McCree and Hana played a prank on him and Jack earlier in a week where they mixed hair dye into Jack’s shampoo. Granted he’s not complaining about his boyfriends sexy black hair now (He likes it because his boyfriend looks edgy and it’s all he’s ever wanted for him). He would NEVER use a Ouija Board in his home, fuck that, it’s only okay to do it in his adopted sons home because he’s a demon of a son so it makes sense

McCree sucks it up and they all put their hands on the planchette (The Pointer thingy) and McCree squeaks out a greeting and ask for the Spirits name, and suddenly the pointer starts to move, everyone gasps and watches with baited breathe as they watch it move  to the “H”. McCree holds his breath and tries not to laugh at his friends scaring him. Eventually it spells our “Hanzo” and McCree, albeit still spooked, but the idea of using a Ouija Board looks at Gabriel and says “Hanzo? Really, what a awfully stupid name, you could have atleast made up something better to scare me” and then Gabriel just looks at McCree his face literally just says “I’m not moving it” then suddenly the pointer jerks out of everyone’s fingers off the desk into the wall and everyone SCREAMS.

McCree lets out a loud “Oh fuck this no” and quickly puts away the Ouija board, covering it in hopes that it would make whatever spirit that they were talking to go away

After a few minutes of everyone just being shocked and spooked Gabriel squeaks out “We didn’t say goodbye to end the contract” McCree says “Well boo hoo it’s gone now, get that Ouija Board outside of my house right now, I’m NEVER letting any of you do anything like that again in my house”

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Few Hours Later after everyone’s gotten drunk and forgot about the incident they leave and McCree goes and curls up in bed with a smile on his face because what a good birthday. His peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted when he dreams of pale skin blue skin and a snarl which makes him wake up with a shout, Breathing heavily he looks up to see a figure standing in his doorway and he lets out the loudest, manliest scream he could muster as he trips and falls out of bed reaching for Peacekeeper on his bedside table.

Suddenly there’s a oddly warm hand over his mouth muffling his yelling and then he’s being pushed down onto his bed and he looks up and he’s greeted with the exact same blue skin he seen in his nightmare, swallowing while trying to gather himself he looks into his attacker’s eyes and for a second all time freezes as he looks into pale white eyes.

Coming back to his senses McCree closes his eyes and tense his body as he tries to brace himself for being ripped to shreds by a demon, because, there’s a demon holding im down staring right at him with a scowl.

Then a husky heavily accented reaches McCrees ears as said Demon says “Cease your screaming, i am here to make you end out contract so i can leave, you didnt say goodbye”

McCree nods as the hand frees his mouth and he all but squeaks “You’re not going to kill me? You’re the Hanzo? The….. demon from earlier?’ and Hanzo replied with a "Yes i am, Though i want nothing more than to punish you for insulting me earlier, i promise i will not hurt you”

Then McCree passes out

Blah blah blah he wakes up thinking it was a dream but it wasnt then he freaks out again and Hanzo promises not to hurt him again and that all he wants to do is to end their contract but informs McCree he needs the Ouija board they used because like ritual magic seal bindings voodoo voodo stuff so McCree calls up Gabriel and asks from him to bring it over without explaining it and Gabriel is like “Oh yah we kinda threw out into the river because Jack was to scared to bring it home he said he would hold of sex if i didnt get it as far away from him as possible”

Upon hearing this Hanzo gets mad and shifts into a full on terrifying demon form and McCree closes his eyes and literally almost starts crying from seeing this and Hanzo looks at the human and feels guilty. So shifts back into a less terrifying form. Hanzo says there’s no way to end the contract and that they’re stuck together unless McCree dies which McCree instantly freaks out over but Hanzo looks at him and says “Even though that’s the only way to end our contract, i cannot harm you in anyway since i promised you never bring any harm to you. Damn Hanzos pride, he’s gonna have to suck it up being attached to this his scruffy cowman until he dies, it’ll only be a few decades. He can easily deal with that. Since he’s like a thousand years old.

McCree slowly comes to terms with being actually Haunted. He buys Garlic because he things it will help protect him against Hanzo but Hanzo laughs at him then puts a entire garlic bulb in his mouth and eats it as McCree watches on in horror.

Time pases. Hanzos annoying because he’s literally always watching McCree going "Ooo What’s this” “Ahhh” “What peculiar technology” and idk McCree shows him his TV and he spends hours watching it and it’s the only time McCree has been able to get away from him. Which he defiantly doesn’t spend jerking off to a certain pale blue demon with gorgeous glowing white eyes and rippling muscles.

McCree  contacts Zenyatta whos like a exorcist or something? Idk? He can’t help though. Lame.

I ran out of ideas, You finish this AU. Bonus points if Hanzo is a succubus so he needs to have sex to feed or something and because he’s bound to McCree he’s the only person who he can be intimate with. Just as long as they “kiss kiss fall inlove” 

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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I’LL SEE TAYLOR PERFORM FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN 13 DAYS AND I AM SO SO EXCITED

I’m on my senior year of high school. I’ve just been given the highest accolade for being the best student of my class and a scholarship to attend the best university in my city.

Thanks to these accomplishments, my parents wanted to give me a present and I immediately thought of Taylor.

I’ve never seen her perform, so I told my parents about the Jingle Ball at MSG in New York and, to my big surprise, they said yes (JFJDHDHDH I FREAKED OUT HARD).

However, going to the Jingle Ball meant missing my graduation ceremony and prom party because I’ll be in New York by the time those two events are happening. I didn’t give much of a thought to the “issue” though, MY DECISION HAD BEEN TAKEN, TAYLOR ALL THE WAY.

So, dad bought the plane tickets, the JB tickets and now… DECEMBER 8TH IS COMING REALLY SOON.

Truth is, that night I’ll be surrounded by the people I love the most, my parents and Taylor, which is the best graduation party I could ever have.

I’m so thankful to my parents who gave me the biggest present of all.

I whish I could meet Taylor after so many years, but I know its impossible. Still, a girl can dream, right?

I’m counting the days ‘til December 8th AND EACH DAY I GET MORE AND MORE EXCITED GJJDHDHDB

I bought nice merch at Taylor’s store that I’ll wear that night, I’m taking my red lipstick with me, I GOT EVERYTHING PLANNED.

Cannot wait to see you there, swifty @taylorswift and @taylornation (who, I’m sure, will be there too).

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It’s Spider-man’s premiere. Tom’s smiling for the cameras and waving at fans and interviewers.

He’s walking on the red carpet when an interviewer from E! News approaches him

“Hi Tom! How are you tonight?”

“Hey, how are you? I’m fine, thanks”

“There’s a lot of people here tonight, are you excited about seeing your movie for the first time?” She asks, bringing the microphone closer to him

“I am, yes, I’m a bit nervous though because there’s a lot of important people from the industry here, like… Cate Blanchett is here, so are Matt Damon, Kate Winslet… They’re all incredible actors and they’re going to be seeing my work today so I’m kinda freaking out about it” he laughs, taking a deep breath after saying the whole thing without a pause.

“I saw Y/N earlier at the red carpet, have you met her?

He blinked at the interviewer for a few seconds, processing what he just heard

“Sorry, who?”

“Y/N… You know, from the X-men movies” She said, almost believing he didn’t know who you were

“Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god” He started running his hands trough his hair histerically, giving little jumps on his spot “I’m sorry, it’s just.. Oh my god! Is Y/N really here? I can’t believe it!” He said, covering his mouth with his hands and waiting for the interviewer to tell him she wasn’t joking

“Yes, she said she was really excited about watching the movie because spiderman is her favorite superhero. And I’m starting to think you might be excited too about seeing her?” She teased him

“Oh dear god you have no idea! I’m a huge fan, I’ve been following her carreer since she started, she’s an amazing actress and I want to work with her one day, and befriend her and marry her” he blushed because he didn’t mean to say that last part. It was a joke he had with his friends and now it had slipped out on in international television, making him look like a weirdo.

He heard laughing from behind him and turned around, his heart stopping at the sight of you there, standing in a red dress, smiling at him. You had heard him

“Well, I’ll give you my answer depending on if you do my favorite hero justice”. Tom turned an even darker, brighter shade of red, if that was possible.