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Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws get over excited when they talk about things they’re passionate about. It’s they kind of excitement where people either get very annoyed by it very quickly, or become so enraptured by what Ravenclaw is saying that they forget how much time has passed.


My part for the @iwaoiexchange for @carajay1317 !! ♡

I hope you enjoy your gift, Cara!
Your prompts were really cute ; ω ; I actually almost couldn’t decide which one to choose, but then spring hit me too  (*ノ∀`*)


can y'all imagine magnus trying to give kravitz The Talk after taako tells him and merle they’re together as if krav isn’t The Grim Reaper and instead is just some schmuck off the street magnus could kick the beans off

like what’s he gonna do??? “if you hurt taako i’ll kill you???” he’s already dead???? so magnus just pulls him aside and he’s like “look, i could flex my shit and attempt to intimidate you all day, but the real of it is i know you care about him and i want to make sure it stays that way.” and krav is like “absolutely i think taako’s great and i’d never hurt him” and yadda yaada but as magnus is leaving he’s like “but don’t fuck it up or i /will/ literally kill you”

like i love him. he’s so genuine and kind and he literally would fistfight Death himself for his friend and we all know it

Autumn Romance - Shouto Todoroki

He’s type of boyfriend who hides all of his agony in his smile to make his partner drown in happiness

Forget everything that makes him sad ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡


A couple of people have been asking how I do my lineart and if I could share any tips, soo after months of careful procrastination I finally did it :’D I hope this is actually helpful to some of you, and please let me know if anything is unclear or you have any questions!

merry inktober !

The Teacher Effect

It’s embarrassing enough to be the outcast at school. But it’s even worse when you call your usually strict chemistry teacher mom.


As usual, Virgil was sitting in the back of the class. The teen was torn between attempting to stay awake and listen to what Mr. Sanders was explaining, and just give up and fall asleep. His foster home had gotten two new little kids and as one of the oldest in the home Virgil has been appointed babysitter of them both.

Now, while Patton was definitely a happy and easily excitable four year old- and yeah, kinda loud- he was fairly easy to handle. But Roman- ugh. Virgil hated, absolutely hated having to babysit the kid. The seven year old was always wanting to play and what did he always want to play? Princes. The kid was more than a handful, and sent Virgil’s poor heart pounding like a kick drum with how often he gets onto dangerously high surfaces-not to mention the knife incident two days ago.

With how busy the foster parents, Joan and Talyn, were with the other kids and how much energy Patton and Roman had Virgil’s sleep schedule has been more than a little disturbed. But Virgil doesn’t hold it against them, Joan and Talyn are pretty awesome foster parents and they try really hard to make sure the kids are all doing well.

But none of this helps Virgil feel any less sleep deprived than he is, so when his eyelids slide shut and his head finally drops completely onto his crossed arms it isn’t a surprise that he gives in to his body’s need for rest.

The bell rings approximately ten minutes later, signaling the end of the last class of the day. Students gather their books and chatter rises as the class trickles out the door, all except for one sleeping Virgil Ayntiex.

The sight surprised Logan, the man has had students fall asleep in his class before, however he has never had a problem with Virgil sleeping in his class before. He had noticed the teen’s apparent lack of sleep growing throughout the week and had been meaning to speak with his foster parents but had been busy with his son Thomas.

Seeing an opportunity, Logan stood from his desk and went to the back of his class to stand beside his sleeping student. Logan rested a gentle hand on his back, a small frown on his face. “Virgil, I’m afraid it’s time for you to wake up. School is no longer in session, it is time for you to go home.”

Virgil stirred slightly, a slight whine escaping the teen. “Nnh, Mom, don’ w'nna get up. ’M t'red.” he mumbled in response. This put an amused smile on Logan’s face. “As I have gathered, but I’m afraid I must insist you don’t go back to sleep just yet. And it’s Mr. Sanders, Virgil. If you don’t get up you may miss your bus.” This caught the teen’s attention and Virgil jerked up in his desk, face flushing red from embarrassment as he remembered his surroundings.

“M-Mr. Sanders! Oh gosh, I fell asleep in your class, I’m so sorry. Oh god- I just called you mom. I can’t believe I did that-I’m so sorry-” “Virgil, it’s okay. I’ve had students fall asleep in my class before. And as for you calling me mom, well, while I must say that it is a first but I’ve been called worse things before so I can’t say I am offended.” Virgil’s blush darkened slightly but he did feel slightly better at the reassurance. “However, I do hope that you will take better care of yourself and try to get more sleep. I’d prefer this not become a regular occurrence for you- I’d hate to see you fail my class due to an improper sleeping schedule.”

Virgil nodded, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. “Heh, ah, yeah. I’ll definitely try, Mr. Sanders, but I can’t really make any promises for that. Two new foster kids, they’re pretty young and full of more energy than I can handle really. But uh, yeah no I’ll uh- I’ll try I guess.” Virgil stood up, grabbing his backpack from the back of his chair and headed for the door.

“Ah, well I wish you the best of luck Virgil. And don’t forget we’re working in the lab Monday, I expect you to be better rested than you were today.” Virgil nodded. “Yeah, okay. Bye Mr. Sanders. Have a good weekend.”


Bonus: One Year Later

Logan looked through his mail and paused as he caught sight of one that appeared to have a card inside, his name written neatly on the front in cursive. Intrigued, he opened the envelope and was perplexed when he pulled out a mother’s day card. Curiosity growing he opened the card, amusement and warmth bubbling in his chest as he read what had been written.

Dear Mr. Sanders,

Thank you for always offering support when I needed it most. Patton and Roman say “Hi.” I’m glad you’re still my teacher because Miss Thompson is crazy. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. - Virgil


@not-so-innocent-bi-sander @didsomeonesayprince @a-valorous-choice ta-daa~ So this is based off of the Virgil calling Logan mom by accident prompt that I’ve been meaning to type up for ages now but here it is, finally. I hope you all enjoy it! I think I may do more for this, just little things for how Virgil handles Lil Patton & Roman(the scoundrel) or maybe even Dad!Logan taking care of his son Thomas. (I just thought it fit very well and I can see Joan and Talyn foster parenting the sides they seem like they could do it I believe in them hahah)


“the old that is strong does not wither”

happy birthday Fernando Torres, you ageless elf!

Genos curling up to Saitama like this is….one of my favorite headcanons……/ / /

Things I just realized: I want a conversation on Voltron like the one from Atlantis about their names.

“Tell me more about your companions. The engineer, he is called Big Guy?”
“No, that’s Hunk.”
“He is what?”
“The engineer. He’s Hunk.”
“Oh, he is very sexually attractive.”
“No, no, no, that…that’s his name.”
“His name is Sexually Attractive?”
"No, Hunk. Well, I mean, he’s attractive, too.”
"So all of your engineers are very attractive?”
"No. Well, I..I’m sure some are. Ours is, but that’s not a requirement. You’re missing the point.”
"You are confusing me.”
“Ok, so big guys are hunks, but that is not what yours is called. Hunk is attractive, but that is not his name. Shiro is a hunk, but he is not your engineer. And the little one making eyes at all of the robots called Pidge, she is your pet?”
“Close enough…”   


Supernatural: 10 Seasons in Graphics
An updated version of my old infographics based on seasons 1-8. Click to enlarge.