best defense ever

SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING IS THE FUCKING BEST SHIT EVER. FUCKING TONY HELD THE AVENGERS ACCOUNTABLE AND WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THE WHOLE MOVIE. OH MY GOD TONY OPENING UP ABOUT HIS ABUSIVE FATHER AND JUST GOD BLESS. IM ALSO SO DAMN HAPPY MJ WASNT WITH PETER IN THE BEGINNING, AS WELL AS HAPPY BEING A BIG CHARACTER. GOD BLESS THAT WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE.

Getting tired of people saying Levy’s entire character revolves around Gajeel. Is everyone forgetting that Levy is one of Lucy’s closest friends and that before Gajeel showed up, she had her screen time and moments to shine (or at least as much as any of the other side characters in the story)?

Just because Levy and Gajeel are getting a decent relationship build, doesn’t erase Levy’s entire existence before him. She is her own person with a life away from Gajeel, it’s just that we’re seeing a lot of her and Gajeel because they’re falling for each other and growing closer. It’s called story telling.

“Oh no.” said all women, everywhere.

anonymous asked:

One of my fav things is that the Jonsa (and Sansan) shippers I've interacted w/ so far treat Rhaegar like the crapbag fucking asshole he is. I love that Jonsa shippers I know love Elia. (In case you couldn't tell I fucking hate Rhaegar)

Rhaegar is the Westerosi version of a fuckboy, it is known. 

Apparently it’s Tucker Tuesday so have an edit of the best defense plea ever written for TV.

[Image: Bold white text overlaying a cap of Peter Capaldi as Malcolm Tucker.
“The exchange of private information, that is what drives our economy. But you come after me because you can’t arrest a landmass, you can’t cuff a country. But you decide that you can sit there, and you can judge, and you can ogle me like a page three girl. You don’t like it, well, you don’t like yourself. You don’t like your species, and you know what, neither do I. But how dare you come and lay this at my door, how dare you blame me for this, which is the result of a political class which has given up on morality and simply pursues popularity at all cost. I am you and you are me.”]

Someday- Morgan Rielly

Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Lexi, this is a puck.” your husband said to your 3 month old daughter. “A puck. This is one of the things daddy plays with with your uncle Jake and uncle Auston. We hit this with sticks and pray it goes past the man guarding the net to get a goal.”

You smiled and watched from the couch as Lexi stared at the black rubber object in her father’s hand. “Babe, she’s barely 3 months old. You’ve shown her a puck several times already, too. I think she knows what it is.”

“Well still, I’m just making sure she’s getting the proper early teaching.” he grinned, picking up the plushie of Carlton the Bear you two had bought for her when you were out looking for nursery stuff. “This is Carlton. You’ll be seeing him a lot because of my team. He’s very fluffy and he may seem a little scary, but he’s alright and a good mascot. Okay? Good.”

You rolled your eyes, but you still couldn’t help but smile at your husband and how adamant he was with your daughter and hockey. Of course, it is going to be a massive part of her life since her father is who he is. However, teaching her hockey terms and what hockey objects are before she can even crawl or roll over is a little much to you. Maybe it’ll do good in the long run, though.

He was the best father in the whole world and Lexi was a daddy’s girl already without question. Ever since he held her for the first time, he’s been wrapped around her teeny, little finger. She loves her daddy so much. She always seems to cheer up whenever he’s around and she seems to do the same to Mo.

Morgan cried when you told him you were 2 months pregnant back in August of last year. He’d always wanted to be a father and now it was really happening after only a few months after you two had gotten married. He was so happy when he found out you two were having a girl. “A little princess for him to protect” as he put it. He cried back in April when she entered the world and again when he held her for the first time. His little Lexi Rose Rielly. She was his little princess as well as yours. She was everything.

You giggled as your husband held up your Rielly jersey, apparently not wanting to use his own. He smiled and gave you a wink before turning back to your daughter.

“Sweetheart, this is the most important bit. So I need you to pay attention here. This is a jersey. I’ve already shown you that. But I mean what’s right here.” he cooed, pointing at the logo in the center. “These are the Leafs. The Toronto Maple Leafs. It’s the team your uncles and I play for and the one I grew up with. And it’s yours now, too.”

Lexi stared at the logo and where her dad was pointing with big eyes full of wonder at the blue fabric. It made you smile. “I think she’s taking interest.”

Your husband grinned and basically told your daughter a summarized version of the Maple Leafs history, trying to make the parts where they were very bad very short since he- in his own terminology- “didn’t want to scare her away from them.” It was pretty cute.

“And there’s a lot of good players to name too that were on the Maple Leafs. Tim Horton, Mats Sundin, Ace Bailey, Terry Sawchuk, Felix Potvin, your uncle Phil-” he was stopped when he heard your giggling fit from the couch. “Babe?”

You cleared your throat and pulled yourself together. “Sorry, babe. I just… Well…”

“Well what?” he smiled, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s got you laughing?”

“It’s nothing. Well…” you trailed off, smiling. “It’s just that you’re taking this so.. seriously. She can’t even crawl yet or eat solid food and you’re teaching her the history of the Maple Leafs and showing her all this hockey stuff.”

“Well, I just want to make sure she knows it. This is how my mom and dad did it with me. And look at how I turned out.” he shrugged, looking back at Lexi. “Maybe she’ll do the same if not better than what I do.”

You stared at him. “You want her to be a hockey player?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“But I thought you said-”

“I know.” he recalled. “I said I didn’t want her to because she’s my little girl. But then I realized that upset you because that’s basically what your dad said to you when you were little and I realized how that was kinda messed up and how much it would break my heart to tell her she couldn’t play if she wanted to. And then I saw her watching highlights with me early one morning a couple months ago after we got knocked out by the Lightning. She was maybe a month old and already she looked at hockey like it was one of the more amazing things she’d ever seen. I don’t want to hurt my girls. So… I changed my mind.”

You were a bit stunned. “You did? You mean that?”

He nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N). I mean that. Every word. If she wants to be a hockey player, she can be a hockey player.”

You grinned and got up to hug him. “Thank you so so much, baby! You don’t know what that means to me!”

He hugged back. “I know. I didn’t want to be a jacka-… jerk like your dad was. She can play hockey if she well pleases and I won’t stop her.”

You grinned. “So… You think she will be a hockey player?”

He smiled. “I think she’ll be a great one, someday. Be one of the best defense women Toronto’s ever seen.”

“And what if she wants to play forward?”

“Then I’ll tell Auston and Mitch they’ve lost their babysitting privileges.”

You giggled. “And what about goalie?”

“Then Freddy will lose his too.” he joked. “Just teasing… But, if I have my way, she’ll be on defense.”

“Sure, babe.” you said, kissing his cheek. “But yeah. Someday.”

“Someday. She just has to learn to skate first. And walk before that. And crawl before then-”

“Let’s get her to eat solid food first and then we’ll talk about crawling. One step at a time, babe.”

“Okay.” he smiled. “Come on, I think little Lexi needs her nap.”

You looked down to see her dozing off on her play mat. “Are you tired, baby girl? Someone need her nap? Come on.”

You knelt down and picked her up before carrying her upstairs with your husband trailing behind you both to the nursery. You smiled and kissed her head before carefully placing her gently in her crib. “Sleep well, baby girl. We love you.”

“Sleep well, little princess.” Morgan smiled. “We love you so much.” he placed the Carlton Bear at the bottom corner of the crib before leaving the nursery quietly with you. “I think we should nap, too. Don’t get much sleep with a new baby around.”

“We should.” you smiled. “But you can join me once you’re done putting all that stuff away.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled at you. “Fair enough.” he said, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go put this stuff away and then I’ll come join you.”

“Thank you, darling.” you noted before heading to the master bedroom and climbing into bed and waiting for your husband. It took a few minutes, but he came back and put your jersey back in the closet before joining you in bed.

“Done.”

“Thank you.” you noted, snuggling into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Sweet dreams, babe.”

“Sweet dreams.” he replied with a yawn before kissing your head and falling fast asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes for an afternoon’s nap.

Remus keeping his job
  • ugh like just imagine if Remus was able to keep his job as the Defense teacher
  • him staying and teaching Harry old marauder tricks
  • such as how to avoid patrols
  • at first Remus is all “Harry, be a good student, you have a lot of potential, do your work”
  • but with a little bit of coaxing from Harry he soon is teaching him how Filch can’t see as well with his right eye and what charms go undetected from him to slip past
  • and how Mrs. Norris is a sucker for sugar quills
  • and then Sirius visiting the pair, staying with Remus in his teacher dormitories so he can get to know his godson
  • completely under the radar though, Dumbledore’s cool with it though 
  • He’s introduced as Remus’s dogs, Snuffles of course and he gets plenty of attention from students in between classes, 
  • “OH MERLIN AND AGRIPPA IF THAT ISN’T THE CUTEST DOG I’VE EVER SEEN” Lavender screamed as she runs to hug the dog and Parvati keeps scratching his ears, Remus just chuckles
  • Remus always seems to chuckle when people are very friendly with his dog and the students aren’t quite sure why 
  • Harry and Ron always make fun of him because of it
  • Sirius being used in muggle studies during the typical pets and pet care chapter and showing off all his tricks
  • Remus happy because this is James’ son and merlin he had always wanted to watch him grow up
  • They all walk down to Hagrid’s together for rock cakes and tea sometimes
  • Remus being the best defense teacher anyone’s ever seen
  • the class is interesting and interactive and it’s easily everyone’s favorite class, people who don’t even need the class take it always
  • Dumbledore actually has to move some things around because every student signs up their 7th year even when they don’t have to
  • but its okay because wow look at Remus’s smile
  • he never used to smile this much 
  • Sirius also has a chance to get out of the house, out of grimmauld place away from his screaming mother’s portrait
  • everyone is happy
I can just imagine

After the war, everyone becoming friends and Draco’s line of “My father will hear about this” becoming an infamous joke. Harry and Ron teasing him with it; Pansy, Theo and Blaise adding fuel to the fire with stories from their childhood. Draco hates it but his best defense is only ever “I said it a COUPLE TIMES! Get over it!” And everyone just looks at him like 😒 “a couple times?” And it never gets better but in the end it becomes endearing.

One time while they’re out for drinks Ron uses the joke and Draco realizes the ginger is using it as teasing banter, not a low-hanging insult and he tosses back a bitting quip that’s met with laughter and another round.

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

“Is your father going to hear about this?” Harry asks as they’re both catching their breath in a dark hallway, shoved against the wall.

“Not until I know you’re never leaving me.”

aaahh so I joined @curriebelle’s perc'ahlia vacation challenge, bc I love these assholes and have no other way to contribute to the fandom. this is @ravennkings on my writing blog, I’ll reblog this to my main in a little while; anyway, one of the prompts @achievemen-thunter sent me was “around a campfire”, so here we are! it’s my first time writing them, so I hope folks like this.


It is, for once, a quiet night, and each time the campfire pops, Percival feels another kink in his shoulders unwind. Quiet, of course, is relative; Grog’s snoring can probably be heard for at least a mile around, and the clanking of plate when Pike doffed her armor for the night had been inevitable. Still, it’s probably the quietest that Vox Machina will ever be, so Percy tries to enjoy it whenever he can. He settles in to keep watch, and sets out a blanket so he can begin the process of dismantling and cleaning his guns. There always seem to be one too many close calls in their recent battles, and his friends’ lives are not risks he’s willing to take.

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