I know everyone us complaining about Ilvermorny bring a singular school/being a Hogwarts expy/etc., but imagine the college town it would have:
Older students can live in apartments in the town (reserved for 6th and 7th years + graduate students).
Local businesses run by alumni that allow students to take part time jobs because of block scheduling
An always packed Internet cafe/phone bank where students can contact family and friends and use their tech (but mysteriously their phone can’t open any camera apps).
Music stores that allow Freshbloods (No-maj parentage) to keep up with the music back home.
A cinema that shows a mix of classic movies (both of Wizarding and No-maj origins), current blockbusters, and even student films put together with analog film equipment or over student holidays from home (registering to do magic outside of school is a pain but the best films have them).
Stationary and school supply shops, because like hell Ilvermorny is providing 1000+ students with pencils/pens/paper for a semester straight.
School pride shops that sell mascot plushies that move and interact with its owner, student produced shirts (though there have been temporary suspensions in this service, most recently a distasteful shirt with the slogan “Smash that Wampussy” written on it and sold during a Quidditch match), scarves, hats, jackets, and whatever else college shops like to sell.
Giant open green spaces to walk dogs and fly their owls (falconry is surprisingly a fun intramural and Thunderbird host monthly tournaments)
Chain restaurants that are run solely by witches and wizards if students are tired of school food
-all the ways they avoided saying “sex”
-cats turned into sexy ladies on two separate occasions
-the ensign that Chekov was hitting on in “The Apple” that beat the shit out of two grown men
-“how many times can we reuse this set before they notice?”
-“how many times can we reuse this actor before they notice?”
-the spray painted pipes glued to plywood, glued to the walls to make them look more legit
-all aliens wear go-go boots
-“lieutenant please call all the ship’s most important personnel for beam down to this hostile planet”
-everyone else has like an actual shirt under their uniform but Kirks just got a little black collar sewn into his uniform so that when it gets ripped we get to see his chest
-every ship had its own insignia and this is never mentioned in any of the other series (not even Enterprise as far as I know)
-all the other captains are assholes, all of them
-“Fear not fair maiden!”, “Sorry neither.”
-the prime directive is more a suggestion than a rule
I'm Never Drinking With You Douchebags Again (Winchesters X Reader)
It wasn’t wrong to say that you were a light drunk when it came to drinking. You can’t hold alcohol well, especially liquor. You’ve tried, but you end up getting too drunk and sick, and not being able to function the next day. Dean would always pick fun at you, knowing how childish you act when you’re drunk.
Both Dean and Sam have seen you drunk numerous times, and as funny as they think it is, it was torturous for you. You’d do stupid things like call Dean ‘Boots’ and call Sam 'Dora The Explorer’.
You, Sam and Dean were all crammed together in a bar, trying to get your mind off of the last hunt, and move on to the next one. You were only two swigs into a slightly chilled beer, while Dean was taking down shot after shot, but Sam was joining you with a beer this time.
“Come on, I can’t be the only one doing this! This is embarrassing!” Dean said, taking another shot of whiskey, throwing his head back and then releasing a sharp sigh after he swallowed the burning substance. “Wanna try, (Y/N)?” Dean offered, before you shook your head.
“I don’t feel like puking up my intestines tomorrow” you muttered, taking a small sip of your beer, before Dean laughed. “Yeah, and I don’t want to have to be the one to carry her to the car, because you’d be drunk as hell too, Dean” Sam said, before Dean scoffed.
“I could carry her!” He shouted, before you shushed the brothers from their bickering, while they both muttered an insult to each other under their breath.
“(Y/N), just try one” Dean said, placing a small shot glass down in front of you. You glared at him, as he was flashing you a smirk that could make every woman weak in their knees.
“Dean!” You cried, before he frowned and took the drink back. “Fine, I guess you’re too afraid” you went numb at Dean’s words. You hated it when people said you were afraid, when you clearly weren’t.
Both the boys knew this, and Sam knew that this was a bad idea. “Dean, stop” Sam breathed out, before you grabbed the shot out of his hand and quickly poured it in your mouth, terrified to swallow.
Dean and Sam both looked at you shocked, before you swallowed the amber liquid, feeling it burn your esophagus on the way down, as you kicked the bar and tried to cry in pain, but it came out as a small squeak that made the boys laugh.
You panted hard, before Dean began to clap. “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). I guess you aren’t afraid” Dean said as you smiled. “I guess not! I want another!” You exclaimed like a child, a few other people in the bar giving you a weird glance, before turning their attention away from you.
“(Y/N), are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sam whispered into your ear before you nodded. “Yeah! I’ll be fine! I’ll just have two more!” You smiled, before both boys raised their eyebrows at you, knowing they were about to have an exciting night.
“Dean, get her legs!” Sam shouted.
“She won’t stop moving!” Dean shouted back.
“Dean!” Sam cried.
“Stop it moose!” You yelled violently at the older brother.
You thrashed and kicked in the parking lot, refusing to be picked up by Dean and Sam. You had seven too many shots, and you were destroyed. You lied down on the concrete, with your arms crossed and staring right at the sky.
“Look at the stars!” You slurred, before Sam’s arms grabbed you and took you into his hold, as he thrashed you over his shoulder and walked you back to the Impala.
“I told you, you shouldn’t have let her drink tonight, Dean” Sam said, before Dean opened the rear door for Sam, so he could gently place you in the Impala. “She’s gonna be fine, Sammy!” Dean exclaimed, watching you squirm around the backseat, trying to get comfortable.
“Let’s just head back to the motel, we’ll spend another night and then pack up tomorrow” Sam said, slamming the rear door closed, before getting into the passengers side.
Dean got into the drivers seat, turning his head to watch you play with your hair. “You good?” He raised an eyebrow as you slowly nodded, continuing to play with the messy strands. Dean smiled and turned back to face his brother, “She’s good” he said before starting the Impala and driving back to the motel.
By the time you all arrived, you were half asleep sprawled in the backseat. You arms and legs spewed across the slick leather as Sam and Dean laughed at your funny position, while they were getting you out from the back.
“I’ve never seen her this hammered before!” Sam said, shocked by your drunken state. “Let’s get her to bed, the faster she’s asleep the less of a pain she’ll be” Dean said, as Sam nodded in agreement, gently pushing your legs together and pulling you out of the Impala, before gradually pulling you out but accidentally slamming your head against the roof as he tried to pull your through the door.
“Sam!” Dean shouted, as Sam scoffed. “I’m trying my best, Dean!” Sam whispered as he slung you over his shoulder, feeling you thrash within his grasp.
“Sammy,” you groaned, “I don’t feel well”. Dean’s eyes widened, knowing that meant you were about to puke any second. He searched his pocket for the motel key, quickly finding it. As he went to open the door, it was too late and the content of your stomach were spewed onto the concrete.
Sam and Dean groaned in disgust, as Sam lowered you from his shoulders and cradled you in his arms. Your skin was pale and your eyes were bloodshot, not to mention the growing bruise on your forehead thanks to Sam.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Sam asked. You slowly nodded, disregarding all that he said as he carried you into the motel, gently setting you down onto your bed, listening to you groan in discomfort and pain.
And Daniel's like "Oh boats! I love boats!" in his Canadian voice.
Boots. He calls them boots.
And so then it's-
That was a cheap joke. Hi everybody, this is Griffin McElroy. That was a cheap joke, and I apologize for it, 'cause it also didn't make any sense. And it was offensive to my Canadian friends, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart and I hope in time you can forgive me.
The idea of naming the houses after themselves, as the founders, was swiftly abandoned, because Webster felt a house called ‘Webster Boot’ had no chance of ever winning anything, and instead, each chose their favourite magical beast. For Chadwick, an intelligent but often temperamental boy, it was the Thunderbird that can create storms as it flies. For argumentative but fiercely loyal Webster, it was the Wampus, a magical panther-like creature that was fast, strong and almost impossible to kill. For Isolt, it was, of course, the Horned Serpent that she still visited and with which she felt a strange sense of kinship.
When asked what his favourite creature was, James was at a loss. The only No-Maj in the family was unable to consort with the magical creatures the others had begun to know well. Finally, he named the Pukwudgie, because the stories his wife told of curmudgeonly William always made him laugh.
Thus were the four houses of Ilvermorny created, and while the four originators did not yet know it, much of their own characters leaked into the houses they had so light-heartedly named.
Got a new drawing application yesterday, so here’s what I painted (: I was kinda feeling down and for some reason I wanted to draw Tweek in rain-boots
((It’s called “Autodesk SketchBook Pro” on android. I.M.O.: I dont think it was worth the 5 dollars I paid for it, I think it needs way more brushes and can use some improvements, maybe a tutorial on how to use some of the tools. However, I do love the pencil options and I like how you can make your piece look very “watercolor-y” if you choose to. I think this would be good for doodles/small drawings or “watercolor” pieces. 🌟3.5/5🌟 ))
My friend and I watched a terrible horror movie many years ago and can’t remember the name. There was an island with a witch/ghost that would steal people’s eyes. And the main characters took a boat out to the island and then got stranded and of course the witch/ghost goes after them. And the characters kept screaming DON’T TAKE MY EYES. And the only thing that could protect them was triangles. And they found this out by visiting this old recluse who everyone in town thought was crazy because he was obsessed with the island and triangles. And at one point some of them were hanging from the trees. And one of the girls wears these really dumb boots. I used to call her moon boots so they must have been white boots. Does this sound familiar to anyone???
You skipped ahead of Sam and Dean and into the throng of evergreen trees, breath flashing in white puffs under your nose and snow kicking up under your winter boots. “Hurry up!” you called, spinning to admire the forest of potential candidates all around you. There were fat trees and thin trees, tall trees begging to be chosen and saplings that bent in the wind. And then there were perfect trees that balanced in the middle of them all, just the right proportions, needles just the right color. That was the tree you were searching for - now you just had to find it.
Sam and Dean finally caught up to you when you paused to marvel at a 12-foot pine, the monstrous tree managing to dwarf even Sam. Dean grabbed your hand to stop you from running off again. Embarrassment caused a light flush to creep onto your already wind-pinkened cheeks.
He was holding you back like an excited child who might escape if not properly watched.
“Okay, so what are we looking for?” Sam asked, the saw in his hand swinging lazily back and forth.
You looked around with a broad smile twisting up the corners of your lips, then to the cautiously happy faces of your boys. “I’ll know it when I see it!”
You tugged on Dean’s hand and dragged him through rows and rows of green, needle-clad trees, Sam always trailing closely behind. Sam would point out a tree and Dean would say it had bald spots or the needles were too sharp. Dean would pick one and Sam would accuse it of being too short. You ignored them both.
Your eyes scanned the sea of green, green broken up by white and gaps where trees had already been cut down. And then you saw it.
You wriggled free from Dean’s grip and ran to a tree on the far side of the lot, towards the tree that wasn’t too fat or too thin, too tall or too short. You ran towards your tree.
“This is the one!” you said excitedly, jumping up and down on the densely-packed snow. The Winchesters ran up and gave the tree a once-over, Dean immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders when he got close enough.
“Ya sure you want this one?” Dean asked, his hand rubbing up and down your shivering shoulder.
You threw your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek into his chest, eyes never leaving the tree. “I’m sure.”
“Well okay then,” Sam nodded to his brother and held up the saw, “let’s cut it down!”
You reluctantly released your boyfriend and watched as both brothers took one end of the long bow saw, working in tandem to quickly cut down the tree. Its branches cushioned the fall and it hit the ground with a light swish. You clapped your hands together and let out an excited squeal.