are you are wizard

anonymous asked:

William Mulder convo?! How would you imagine one?! (He never was given up for adoption! )

Okay I’m on mobile and I formatting isn’t working so you have to handle that way 😬😬

Sitting at the kitchen counter William watched his dad putting the lasagna into the oven. He always loved his dad’s lasagna and so it became a Friday evening dinner tradition. They just made an exception today because tomorrow was Williams 16th Birthday and they had other plans for that evening.

“Dad?” William thought for a moment before going on “Can I ask you something?”

Mulder turned around swung the dish towel over his shoulder and looked into his son’s sparkling blue eyes. “Yes, of course you always can…”

William nervously looked down at the counter wringing his fingers and licking his lips. Gestures clearly inhibited by his mother. Moments like this made a tiny smile tug at the corner of Mulders lips.
“Will what is it? You know you can ask me anything and everything. There is nothing i wouldn’t at least try to answer you…”

William slowly looked up into the gentle and waiting eyes of his father.taking a deep breath his words weren’t much louder than a whisper “Can you tell me about her… about how she was?!”

Mulder smiled warmly at his son and pulled a chair back to sit across from his son. “Of course I can. It has been a while hasn’t it?!” William just nodded still wringing his fingers.
“Will, not that I mind but is there a special reason for it or something special you wanted to know?”

William shyly looked at his father before he spoke again. “Well in school we had those parent days and recently we had that education day where we could look into different professions. And today we had a discussion about differences in workspaces for male and females. And I know all about mom and her work and all. But that’s so impersonal you know…I heard a lot about her from Walter, Fro, Byers and Ringo but I wanna know her like you did…”
Mulder swallowed the lump in his throat “You are a lot like her William. You have her eyes, you inhibited a lot of her gestures, you also have her sharp mind…”
Before Mulder could go on,William impatiently interrupted his father.
“Dad I know all of that… I wanna know who she was to you…like… never mind…” William shook his head and turned to get up.
Mulder grabbed his son’s hand to keep him in his place.
“Hold on Will, so you wanna know who she was to me?”
William only nodded and stared into his fathers eyes with the same gentle determination Scully always had.
“Okay… Your Mom was… she was magic and my forever. She had the most beautifully spirited mind. She was funny caring and kind hearted. Her laughter calmed and brightened up my soul. Her presence was like a whole other world…the very best world you could ever be in…” William watched his dad getting a far away look in his eyes while he spoke.
“She was my everything, my sun and also my darkness in between. She was passionate and witty. She was not perfect but her smile won me over everyday. She was honest and she taught me a lot of things. She taught me to love myself when I thought i didn’t deserve it. She gave me her friendship and loyalty. By giving me those gifts she gave me a foundation something to rely on and something to believe in when nothing else made any sense.” Mulder paused a second before looking straight at his son.

“She gave me a safe haven to be myself and not be ashamed of all of the parts that made up my soul. She gave me security that made me feel safe and centered; a shoulder to cry on when I needed it and a hand to hold when I was lost in the dark. Her unwavering faithfulness amazed me everyday. Your mom became the beat of my heart and the soul in my body. Her smile my daily reminder that I mattered. But you know what?!”
“What dad?”
“I always told her I couldn’t go on without her and so she gave me the greatest gift… she gave me you. When I thought my heart stopped beating with her last breath I felt her strength in your heartbeat when I held you. You are magic Will because you are your mothers son.”

Hugging his Dad, Will whispered “thank you dad and if mom is magic that makes you the wizard.”

okay, okay, hear me out:

what if the boy who lived was the girl who lived? scruffy tomboy harriet “call me Harry” potter, getting extra rubbish from the Dursleys both from being a girl and being the wrong kind of girl

and absolutely nothing in the entire 7-book series changes except for pronouns. because girls can be brave and imperfect and angry and sulky and loud just like boys can.

(except a girl harry would room with Hermione Granger and the Patil twins instead of Ron and Sean, but that’s literally the only thing I can think of that might change)


The part I worked on for the @tazanimated project 2017 with some friends.

Magnus, Taako and Merle animated by Darragh Herlihy -
Comp by Helga Kristjana Bjarnadóttir -
Additional coloring: Donna McAvoy & Sonia Naqvi -

Storyboard, character designs, backgrounds and Magic Brian animation by me: Sandra N. Andersen - -

since it seems to be the consensus that being the weird girl is lesbian culture i think we can all agree that harper from wizards of waverly place was a lesbian

anonymous asked:

do you have twitter :o

I do and I post about very serious things such as

When The Bard Uses Polymorph

Context : We’re all level 8 in the middle of a battle between the party and a group of Fomorians and giants. I, playing a Wizard who’s a little too brave for his own good, cast fly on myself and close in on a Fomorian who tried to run away. Once at the end of my fly speed, I drank a potion of fire breathing.

DM : It is now Mestipen’s (Bard) turn.

Mestipen : I want to call out Leocanto (me) “Hey, Leo! Check this out.” And I want to start playing a rendition of the Jurassic Park theme on my Lute and cast Polymorph to change Leocanto into a Tyrannosaurus Rex. 

DM : Does Leocanto resist?

Me : Never even crossed my mind.

DM : Okay. You are now a flying, fire breathing T Rex roaring in the face of a Fomorian who looks VERY afraid.

Me : *ooc* God I love D&D.

Heads up

We entered into a dungeon separated from each other while confronting our worst fears manifested and our wizard was the first to escape… but first he needed a loot chest

Wizard: Before I leave through the portal I throw the chest in first and then I jump in.

DM: You toss the heavy chest with some difficulty but it flies through and you follow suit. You return to the city with no one else from the party in sight.

Wizard: Can I see what is in my chest?

DM: Roll perception.

*Wizard rolls*

DM: Despite having such great eyes, you do not see your chest anywhere.

Wizard: WTF? Where is it?

*Chest proceeds to fly out of the portal and strikes the Wizard in the back of the head. Putting him in a dying state*

DM: Roll a saving roll

*Wizard rolls a 4*

Wizard: Four! Fuck! If I die don’t take my chest!

family gatherings