brilliant of course


Sketches of a ‘what if Ahsoka went into hiding on Alderaan as a refugee during the Jedi purges, and meets Leia and secretly trains her as a Jedi?’ Star Wars AU idea by greenkaorichan. It’s been stuck in my head for days because it’s such an awesome idea, WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLL

I was meaning to draw an epic dramatic Ahsoka/Leia meets Obi-Wan/Luke mentor-and-student team up for the last panel, but then I was like “you know, they would all have one thing in common… and form a 'Darth Vader ruined our lives’ support club” XD Vader could be an honorary member of this club too

5am Baking - Charles Xavier

Sorry to the lovely anon who sent this who I lost the request for. I remember reading it and specifically wanting to write it too!

Originally posted by blackinjustice

You had a sudden craving to bake and baking took priority over time. Even if it was just after 4am. Especially if it was just after 4am. 
Charles lay asleep in the bed beside you, his head rested delicately on the pillow and his eyes closed. You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him and tiptoed down to the kitchen.

After five minutes of painfully silent baking, you decided to put music on. So you did, dancing along as you stirred the bowl of sugar and other ingredients.

Charles woke with a headache, so decided to go and get water. He was too tired to notice the bed was empty and groggily stumbled down to the kitchen. As he neared, he heard music. Puzzled, and slightly more awake, he recognised it as your favourite song. He entered the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway, a smile appearing on his lips. He chuckled quietly, watching as your gentle swaying turned into energetic dancing as you whisked something in a bowl. He leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip to keep from alerting you to his presence with his laughter.

A figure came to stand beside him. Erik’s face showed a completely confused, face as he watched you, dancing and baking at 5 in the morning.

Charles grinned, motioning for Erik to not say anything too loud.

“What the heck is she doing? It’s 5am!” Erik hissed, glancing at you to make sure you hadn’t heard.

Smiling as he watched you, Charles whispered under his breath “I believe she’s dancing and baking.”

“Her music woke me up.” Erik grumbled.

Charles laughed, quietly and at that moment, you turned around, spinning with the bowl. Your hair flipped over your shoulder as you stopped abrubtly to face them and your mouth dropped open slightly.

Erik waved a hand in greeting, “Morning. Sort of.” 

You quickly put the bowl on the counter before you dropped it.

“How long have you been there?” You asked.

“Since your music woke me up.” Erik grumbled, using the metal spoon to press the ‘off’ button on the stereo. With that, he left to go back to bed, merely grunting at your apology.

Charles was in a fit of laughter, so he pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“You’re adorable.” He mumbled, rubbing your back gently.

It was your turn to laugh.

“No, really. 5am baking? I love you.” Charles said, pulling away.

You pressed your lips to his, feeling his smile. It was good to see him smile.

“What are you baking?” 

“Chocolate chip cookies.” You grinned.

“Brilliant. Can I help?” 

“Of course.” You took his hand, leading him over to the counter and turning on the music again, just a bit quieter than before.

And together, yourself and Charles danced and did 5am baking.

better late than never

@bowldeepfannish gave me this prompt forever ago: “Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto” and i’ve sat on it for an age and what we have is a crackfest inspired by the brooklyn nine-nine gifs i see all over tumblr (full disclosure: have not seen the show, need to fix that someday). it’s also set in san francisco because recent @forovnix and @ayabai posts meant i couldn’t not.

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“Feet off the desk.” Yuuri Katsuki is the newest addition to the precinct and he hasn’t figured out how Captain Yakov Feltsman manages to say such things to Beautiful Detective Victor Nikiforov with such a scowl: does he dislike angels? Is he allergic to joy? Phichit Chulanont, who is his flatmate and his partner for patrols, keeps a growing list of theories that Yuuri only adds to in the secrecy of their flat, and even there he’s not convinced he’s safe: Yakov is a force, a terrifying thirty-years-of-experience and a gunshot-wound-to-prove it hurricane of fury that sweeps through the open plan of their desks and commands order from chaos. “Mayor’s office is visiting today.” 

Victor Nikiforov, who is Unreasonably Good Looking, takes his feet off his desk. He waits until Yakov Feltsman has shut himself into his office and pulled the blinds to slant a look over to Christophe Giacometti, who’s looking way too smug already. Yuuri soon finds out why.

“So Baranovskaya’s paying a visit, huh?” Victor speculates idly. Yuuri has seen him in action on a crime scene, making idiotic, obvious observations like this, and yet what Victor’s best known for is resolving a hostage situation at the tail end of a nasty domestic kidnapping, just a few months ago. There had been guns. Yuuri had sat up all night listening to the police radio with his heart in his throat. Ohmygod, Phichit realized, at approximately 2:47 AM, you’re in love with Victor Nikiforov.

He’s too pretty to die, Yuuri whispered miserably. Except Victor was brilliant, of course; brilliant and reckless and negotiated a completely non-violent surrender. Yuuri’s read up on all kinds of his cases: talking down a jumper from the Golden Gate, for instance.

Back to the present. Victor’s wearing a blue shirt today. It brings out the color of his eyes. Yuuri stares at him, helpless. “They were married, you know.” Christophe chimes in, and then Phichit leans over the desk he shares with Yuuri, and stage-whispers:

“Oh my god. They were married.”

Seung-gil, who does IT, promptly changes the twitter account password to stop Phichit from posting the joke. He looks pointedly across the room at Georgi Popovich from forensics, who’s nearest a large whiteboard with a running tally bearing all of their names. Under Phichit, Georgi adds one more tick mark. 

“Aww, come on. I wasn’t going to actually –”

Seung-gil grunts. Yuuri’s not sure he’s ever heard him speak.

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Norrell being cute →requested by @nefertiti22002blog

i’ve been calling (i need you)

<< iv. things you said over the phone 

[did no one ever tell you about the boy? (who fell in love and told it to the world)] ao3

The dinner table is silent. Too silent. No one speaks at tea anymore. Not since. Lily glares weakly at the empty chair, trying to find some anger or blame. But there is none. There hasn’t been anything since. Except at night, when she’s alone, and she can cry into her pillow, the tears there but not helping.

They all jump when the phone rings, Petunia dashing into the hall before Lily can even stand. It’ll be Vernon. Calling again to talk to his ‘petal’. She sighs and lifts her fork to her mouth, about to take a bite when Petunia appears in the kitchen doorway looking offended.

“It’s for you.” She says, like she’s swallowed something sour as she sits down primly.

“Me?” Lily frowns and stands, trying to figure out who would call her. Tegan and Marlene don’t have phones, she’s pretty sure they don’t even know how to use one, Mary is away in Spain and she spoke to Gemma yesterday. Remus has her number, but they owl each other.

“Yes.” Petunia’s forced smile has disappeared.

Lily walks into the hall and picks the phone up from where Petunia has left it on the window sill. “Hello?”

“Evans? Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”


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Komaeda in Trial 4 : Hinata-kun is such useless Reserve Course Student ? Wow, do you actually know what a Octagon is ? I may have underestimated the brilliant brain of a Reserve Course Student, but oh well, I’ll guess I’ll give you the answer, because there is no way I’m dying with you, you piece of shit.

Ouma in Trial 4 : Saihara-kun is the one that will save us all. Shut up peasants, you are only slowing him down, he is the only one who is useful during Class Trial, and our survival entirely depends on his amazing skills, good luck and save us all, pretty please ?

anonymous asked:

I went out of my hiatus for like five seconds to tell you. I NEED MORE OF THE HIGHSCHOOL ANALOGICAL BECAUSE HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT -analogically-prinxiety

Well, here you go. Part II of The Most Awkward Semester Ever. I hope you like it. 

Logan had come up with a brilliant idea.

Of course, he frequently came up with brilliant ideas, but for once this did not entirely fall into the realm of academia. This idea also held a social component.

He and Virgil had been continuing to meet for the past two weeks. They had decided to do their project on Lord Byron, as Virgil had seemed especially interested in him. Logan could admit he was a fascinating figure. And he was the father of Ada Lovelace!

So they had begun the preliminary research into Byron’s biography and time period, but had yet to decide on a poem. That was what this meeting was for. However, unlike their previous meetings, they would not be at the library.

Logan had noticed that despite his efforts to seem approachable and less intimidating, Virgil still seemed incredibly nervous around him. Thus Logan had concocted his plan.

On Friday, he had invited Virgil to come over to his house on Saturday for their next study session, instead of going to the library. His hope was that by meeting in a less formal setting, Virgil would relax more, and become more comfortable with him. To this end, he had also arranged several entertaining activities to partake in when they were done with studying.

He looked around the room. Everything had been set up. The kitchen was stocked with a variety of snacks. His notebooks were ready and waiting on the dining table, and the puzzles and other objects of entertainment had been placed in the living room. Now all he awaited was Virgil’s arrival.

He nodded to himself, satisfied. Yes, this was going to go perfectly.

This was going to be a disaster. 

Virgil stared up the house in front of him. “I don’t think I can do this,” he said shakily. “Maybe I should just go home and crawl back into bed.”

Behind him, Roman sighed. “First of all, it’s two in the afternoon,” he said exasperated, “And secondly, I did not pick you up and drive you all the way here for you to chicken out and leave. Buck up, Debbie Downer. You’re going to do this.”

“And what if I screw this up and he hates me,” Virgil said through gritted teeth, trying not to let his knees shake. Why had he agreed to this? Oh, that’s right, Logan had smiled at him, and his brain had turned to mush. Something that would undoubtedly happen again, making him look even more stupid.

“Look, Virgil,” Roman sighed, drawing him out of his thoughts. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. But, I suppose, if it really gets bad, you can text me, and I’ll come and get you.”

Virgil looked down at his feet. Roman may have annoyed the heck out of him sometimes, but he actually was a really good friend. “Thanks,” he said softly.

“Yeah, whatever,” Roman said, waving him off, “Now get in there and have a wonderful date!”

Virgil flushed. “It’s not a date!” he shouted.

But Roman only laughed, getting back in the car. “Whatever you say, Virgil, whatever you say.”

Virgil took it all back. Roman was dead to him.

He turned back towards Logan’s house. Right, time to face the music.

He trudged to the door, feeling his mouth dry up and his palms begin to sweat. Why was he so useless around his crush? Still there wasn’t another choice. He knocked on the door.

Logan opened it almost immediately. (Had he been waiting by the door for him?

“Ah, Virgil, excellent,” he said, stepping to the side, “Please come in.”

Still feeling like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, Virgil stepped inside. He glanced around. It seemed like an average home. Not too fancy, but still fairly nice.

“My parents are still at work,” Logan explained, closing the door, “So we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“S-sounds good,” Virgil mumbled. So he was alone with Logan. That was …fine.

“Do you want something to eat?” Logan continued, “I have snacks in the kitchen.”

“I’m fine with whatever,” Virgil replied, carefully keeping his eyes on the floor. “I don’t- I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s not bother at all,” Logan assured him. “Come, the kitchen is this way.”

Virgil could only follow behind Logan helplessly. Why did he have to be so nice? If he had turned out to be a terrible person, this would have been so much easier.

Logan kept sneaking glances back towards Virgil. The other boy still looked uncomfortable and unsure. But he had only just come in. Logan was sure he could change that.

Upon reaching the kitchen, he went to the counter where he had placed the snacks earlier. Since Virgil hadn’t specified what he wanted, and he’d previously checked to see if the other had any food allergies, he grabbed the peanut butter filled pretzels, some watermelon slices, and since Virgil had liked them last time, chocolate chip cookies.

Careful to keep the plates balanced, Logan turned to face Virgil. “I have my notes out in the dining room, so we can sit there if you like?”

Virgil only nodded. He was still looking at the floor. Logan resisted the urge to frown. His plan would work.

He quickly made his way to the living room, and after setting the snacks down, pulled out a chair for Virgil.

Once they had both sat down, Logan decided to engage in some small talk. Not something he normally did, but it might help Virgil relax. “So do you have any other plans for the weekend?”

Virgil seemed to struggle for words for a moment, before hesitantly replying, “No, not really. Just homework, I guess.”

“I don’t either,” Logan confessed. “I often find social interaction to be draining, so I tend to limit my engagement. Your company is quite pleasant though.”

It wasn’t a lie. Logan really did like spending time with the other. He was intelligent, not overly loud, and the sarcastic remarks he let slip when he relaxed made Logan chuckle. He just wanted the other to stop flinching from him.

It didn’t look like the words had been quite as reassuring as he’d hoped though, as Virgil looked ready to fall out of his chair.

“Oh-you-I-uh, thank.. you” Virgil finally said, sounding somewhat strangled. “You-you’re-uh- not. You’re pretty- pretty cool too. Should- should we work on poetry now?”

His voice had grown oddly high-pitched by the end of his sentence. Perhaps it was time to move onto the project. Clearly small talk was not Virgil’s forte either.

“Yes, let’s.” he agreed. “Have you any suggestions as to which poem we should analyze? I find it’s difficult for me to choose. There is of course the classic Byron poem ‘She walks in Beauty’, but I am also fond of the poem ‘Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair’. What are your thoughts?”

“Oh, well, I really liked ‘Darkness’,” Virgil mumbled. “A-and ‘Prometheus’, since it’s got all the references to Greek mythology and stuff.”

Logan ran through the poems in his mind. They were both dark in tone, which he wasn’t surprised by. Virgil did seem to enjoy that sort of thing, given his interest in the Romantic poets. As for the last sentence…

“Do you enjoy Greek mythology then?” he asked, eager to get the other to open up.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, “I do. I know it’s a little weird, but I just think those stories are just interesting, and kind of cool, I guess. I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter.”

Logan interrupted before Virgil could self-depricate anymore. “No, no, I agree. They are quite fascinating. I suggest we choose ‘Prometheus’ then, as it has something we’re both interested in.”

Virgil looked up, actually meeting Logan’s eyes, and there was even a hint of a smile on his face. “Sounds good,” he replied.

Logan managed to keep his expression neutral, but it was near thing. His plan was working. He truly was brilliant. Now to work on the poem.

For the next hour, they went through the poem together, working out it’s meaning, making notes on literary devices, and essentially setting the ground work for their more in-depth explication needed for the project.

As they went on, Virgil seemed to unwind a little more and had begun casually snacking on the food Logan had set out. At the moment, he was munching on a watermelon slice.

“I think we’re going to have to talk about, like, Christian influences too,” he was saying, “cause aside from the obvious Greek stuff, some of this sounds pretty Christian, with all the mentions of Spirit and things like that.”

Logan hummed. “I agree,” he said, “That would be a good place to tie in the cultural and social influences, as Christianity was quite a predominate influence in Western Europe at that time.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil muttered, setting down his watermelon, to make a note on his paper. As he did, Logan noticed that he had a watermelon seed stuck on his cheek.

“Oh, hold still,” he said absentmindedly, going to wipe it off.

After he had done so though, Virgil was staring at him as though Logan had just slapped him, his eyes wide, and his shoulders pulled up tightly around him. All of the progress he had made in getting the other to relax had been undone. 

Logan scolded himself mentally. He shouldn’t have invaded the other’s personal space, clearly the fear hadn’t fully dissipated, and he had pushed the boundaries.

Internally, Virgil was just screaming.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hetouchedme.WhatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo?

Wait, Logan had said something. He blinked, trying to refocus.

As if sensing his distraction, Logan repeated, “Are you alright?”

Virgil wasn’t sure what kind of noise he made in reply, but judging by Logan’s frown, it wasn’t a good one. Great, just great. Now the other was really going to hate him.

But then he spoke again. “Perhaps we should take a break. Would you care to work on a puzzle with me?”

Puzzle. Yeah, he could do a puzzle. Puzzles were good and helped his brain calm down. Not trusting himself to speak without any more embarrassing noises coming out, he just nodded.

“Great,” Logan replied briskly, “They’re in the living room, so let’s move there.”

Virgil silently followed Logan. When they got to the living room, Logan pulled out a pretty large collection of puzzles. Virgil’s eyes swept over them. There was everything from famous art pieces to Disney. It was impressive.

“You can pick one out,” Logan told him. Well, that didn’t put any pressure on him at all.

After spending another minute looking them over, Virgil finally settled on a galaxy puzzle. It looked pretty cool.

Logan smiled when he pulled it from the pile. “Good choice,” he said, “That’s one of my favorites. Come, we can set it up on the floor.”

Virgil moved to sit beside Logan so they were both leaning against the couch, puzzle spread out in front of them. Part of him felt like Logan was still too close for him to properly focus, but he pushed the feeling away. He was not going to make an idiot of himself again.

Swallowing his nerves, he began to look for the corner pieces. When he had found them, he held them out the other with a shaky smile. He could keep it together for a bit longer. He had just had to stay cool.

He was totally going to scream when he got home though.

Part I Part III

winchestersinthetardisin221b  asked:

So, I just realized. Walter wasn't around for any of this, and he wasn't really around very long the first time he showed up, so... had anyone mentioned any of this to him before now?

Walter gets back from his latest trip to the National Watermelon Convention to find the aftermath of “Who Killed Markiplier?” and he knows what that means. He runs into Bim first who informs him that Wilford is in the studio, and together the two of them go to check on him. He’s happy, working among the lights up on the catwalks and singing and generally not aware of their presence until Walter shouts up to him, “Come down here and hug your brother, bubblegum brain!”

Wilford smiles widely and poofs down to tackle Walter in a hug. “How are you, melon head?”

Walter bites back his worst fears and worries and instead tries to read the mad light in Wilford’s eyes. It’s a little on the garish side but not burnt-out at least. He’s alright. “Better now that I’m home!”

Wilford sweeps him away to show him the latest changes to the set and the rough footage of Bim’s latest segment. Walter gushes over everything, every little thing, as Bim watches from a distance, making note of Wilford’s yawns and the slight tremor in his hands. Bim will have to see to it personally that Will gets some sleep tonight, but he figures that Walter’s presence will help with that.

“Looks like you’ve got everything on track, then. What do you need me for?” Walter asks with a jab to his brother’s ribs.

“To remind me how brilliant I am, of course!” Wilford hugs his brother again, a little longer than necessary, but Walter doesn’t mention it. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“So am I, Will,” Walter promises, “so am I.”

anonymous asked:

Do u know of any sleepy cuddly sterek five? No sex just fluff

I did not know any, because I’m a skank who firmly sticks to the porn lanes (shhhh, don’t tell anyone), but I FOUND you some :P  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by stilessderek

Rest Easy by milkysterek 

(866 I Teen I Complete)

In which Derek and Stiles are free of Beacon Hills and they also have a dog.

Waking Up With You by 42hrb 

(1,166 I General I Complete)

Prompt: Sterek cuddling fluff

Sacrificial Snuggles by TriscuitsandSoup 

(1,249 I General I Complete)

 “… No disrespect or anything but what the hell are you doing?” he asked, squirming in the alphas oppressive hold.

Derek has a secret that only the omegas know.

Warm, Fuzzy, and Tired by orphan_account

(1,463 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles is in a cuddly mood, and has been for several days, Derek is getting annoyed. They draw a line in the sand, and both regret it.

Happy Birthday, Derek by tabbytabbytabby 

(1,926 I General I Complete)

Derek was content to spend his birthday alone in his bed like he does every year. Stiles has other ideas, ones that involve making Derek start liking birthdays again.

*Chapter 2 now added

Angel by blushingsterek 

(1,999 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles was not having a good day, hell, Stiles was not having a good year. Derek, the pompous alpha, had thought it was a brilliant idea to create a course for the ‘pups’ as he called them, and not tell me. So while I was running in the forest, trying to train for lacrosse, I tripped face first and fell into one of metal traps I liked to call, ‘Derek’s kill-everything-extraordinaire-trap’.

Into the Storm by honestlydarkprincess 

(2,821 I General I Complete)

Stiles and Derek are stuck in the loft during a storm.

Stiles realizes his place in the pack, Derek is adorable, and the pack are just a bunch of overgrown puppies.

Stay With Me by honestlydarkprincess 

(2,988 I Teen I Complete)

When Stiles calls Derek after a nightmare, he wasn’t expecting the reaction he got.

Anchors in a Storm by toughguyhuh 

(3,069 I Teen I Complete)

When Stiles finds an out of control Derek lost in the middle of a storm, he feels the need to take him home and out of the rain. Derek’s uncontrollable shifting brings a lot of previously hidden feelings from the dark and into the light of Stiles’s bedroom, as well as the realization that Derek’s anchor is not the pack: it’s Stiles.

Stiles’ Worst (Best) Day by GameCake 

(4,040 I Teen I Complete)

This was not Stiles’s day.

No scratch that, it wasn’t Stiles’s week, it was not even his month!


Or the one where a series of misfortunes, lead to the best day ever.

In Our Nature by SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae) 

(4,714 I Teen I Complete)

Five times Stiles acts like Liam’s mom and the one time Derek acts like Liam’s dad.

Sleep Awhile by allyasavedtheday 

(7,526 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles and Derek decide to take part in some mutually beneficial naptime

Your Love Will Be Safe With Me by BulletBlaze 

(15,385 I Teen I Complete)

When Lydia’s aunt is recovering from surgery in Indiana, the pack decides to take a trip.  Stiles and Derek are the only pair without a significant other, so they’re stuck rooming together.  Not that they care, they just think the other does.  After a week of mutual pining, a meddling old lady, and dancing around each other, both figuratively and literally, maybe they’ll finally get their heads out of their asses.

Jaime: *bullies and makes fun of brienne for most of their time together and even when he says the big ‘I dreamed of you’ he was thinking of other ways to insult her*

People: Omg yes! Jaime/Brienne! Braime woop!

Tormund: *constantly makes brienne feel uncomfortable and keeps ‘flirting’ with her when it’s clear she doesn’t like him and would rather be away from him*

People: Yes! Omg they will have super tall ginger strong babies!! Yay!!

Sansa: *is always kind to brienne and values her very much and feels very safe when brienne is there to look out for her, and brienne clearly admires sansa and genuinely cares about her*

People: Sansa/Brienne? Nah. I don’t see it!

Selfie Sunday PWS Member’s Submission

_going home

And like every Selfie Sunday we also close this one with a photographer not worth seeing and change back to

PWS - Photos Worth Seeing

Thank you all for your amazing contributions. We think that we didn’t promise too much when we said that this Selfie Sunday will be fantastic. So much creativity, terrific ideas, and of course brilliant self-portraits.

You out there, yes, you #photographers on Tumblr, you all make the Tumblr original photography scene what it is: Outstanding!

Imagine #17 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you do a Peter x human reader? Like, they’d meet at library and become good friends bc they like the same stuff and then after some time they’d start dating and he’d confess to her that he’s a mutant but she doesn’t care bc it’s her love… =]

Originally posted by ahs-imagines

Not my gif

Words: 2263

Warnings: typos, fem!reader (though not necessarily, I think, I’m just not sure), SWEARS

A/N: So, I was in a really no-cheesy mood when I wrote this, I hope, y’all like it anyway! xoxo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath as your eyes fell on the empty space in the shelf, where your favourite book was supposed to be. Some idiot had been hogging it for the past two months and you had been counting the days until you would finally be able to read it again – for about the 56th time. And now here you were, on the day it was supposed to be back, in front of the shelf where it was supposed to be, and yet… Right at that moment, your glare could have killed a man.

And yes, you could have just bought a copy of your own, but that wasn’t, what this was about, you insisted. This was about order, structure. You wanted this copy and you wanted it now.

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Selfie Sunday PWS Member’s Submission

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And like every Selfie Sunday we close this one again with a photographer not worth seeing and change back to

PWS - Photos Worth Seeing

It was a blast again. Thank you all for your wonderful contributions. Like every time this Selfie Sunday was outstanding again. So much creativity, terrific ideas, and of course brilliant self-portraits.

You out there, yes, you #photographers on Tumblr, you all make the Tumblr original photography scene what it is: Outstanding!

Savitar’s Origin Theory

So a friend of mine came up with this theory on how Savitar might have possibly come to be (go follow her on instagram @drarry_is_my_life) AND THIS THEORY IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT (so of course it had to be posted to tumblr)

Okay to start off, remember what future Barry (not savitar, emo barry) said when Barry travelled to the future? 

What if Barry goes back into the speed force to bring Jay back and creates a time remnant of himself to take Jay’s place. Then, over the years the time remnant goes insane or takes on a fiery thirst for revenge, and he blames Barry for everything that happened and because of all this rage he becomes Savitar. He wants to kill Barry for all that he did to him, and he wants to kill Iris because that will hurt Barry as much as Barry had hurt him. 

As observant as her brainy consulting detective is, there is a significant part of her that Irene has successfully kept from Sherlock.

She dances between the two worlds as she pleases, sending glows of energy with a slight flick of her wand, or weaving power networks via a few taps of keyboard on an intricate muggle device. She misbehaves with grace, taking joy in the best of both sides. Skilfully she keeps her worlds separate, a task proved increasingly difficult by the minute ever since the arrival of their son.

Nero has demonstrated signs of exceptional magical abilities from a very early age. Throw in the unquenchable curiosity, endless ideas for various forms of experimentation, plus a generous sprinkle of irrepressible mischief, and it’s the perfect recipe for mishaps to occur on a regular basis in their two-member household.

Despite what Sherlock has been led to believe, and aside from Irene’s own inclination to steer away from sentiment and domesticity, herein lies the principal reason why she’d declined his subtle and carefully worded suggestions for her and Nero to return to England, to London, with him.

Little did she know that a critical premise, one upon which she’d based her interactions with and decisions regarding the consulting detective, was on the verge of shattering. Or rather, it had been an erroneous assumption to begin with, and she was just about to uncover certain.. enlightening facts.

It didn’t exactly come as a surprise when her beaming 11-year-old boy showed her his second acceptance letter that summer, from the prestigious wizarding school across the Atlantic, a few centuries older than her own alma mater. (She was very pleased of course, even as Nero ended up choosing Hogwarts over Ilvermorny.)

Their shopping trip through Diagon Alley, however, did give her an inkling, when several strangers (around Sherlock’s age or a few years older) strode over to greet them with delight and enthusiasm. (“The youngest Holmes! Off to learn to become a brilliant wizard, now aren’t you? Excellent, excellent.” They said.)

What confirmed her suspicion with absolute certainty was the sight of a familiar impeccably cloaked and umbrella-wielding figure (the Minister, apparently, according to the whispers around her) on Platform 9¾ at King’s Cross.

Which meant a long talk with Sherlock was in order, Irene noted as she watched Nero hop on the train. Her expression spoke unmistakably of pride.

… because I can’t stop thinking about the one and only turtle-cat ;3

#8 Newlyweds Game

“Look, I don’t care what we do, but we’re NOT playing charades!” Angelina yelled over her friends. 

“You’re never going to let that go are you?” George asked in disbelief. 

“My hair George! My hair was on fire!” She shouted back. 

 "That wasn’t my fault!“ "Why can’t we just play twister like we planned?” Harry asked the group, coming back from the kitchen after fetching himself and Ginny a couple of drinks. 

“Ron bailed, and he’s the one who was supposed to bring the game. Apparently Luna asked him out to dinner.” Hermione informed him. 

“Apparently she’s more important then not letting his friends slip into the anarchy of having to choose what to play for game night.” Fred said in a jokingly bitter tone. 

“How about the newlywed game?” Ginny offered. “We have an even number now." 

A long moment passed. 

"Gin that game’s for couples.” Harry said, feeling the tension in the air. 

“Well Hermione and Fred can pair up!” Ginny insisted to the still silent room. “C'mon they’re close enough friends to stand half a chance against us." 

"Whatever, if it’ll get everyone to stop arguing I’m in.” Fred declared. “You ready to get fake married and put these guys in the ground ‘Mione?”

“Born ready.” Hermione giggled. 

 * * * 

The game was set up. On one couch sat Hermione, Ginny, and Angelina. On the other say Fred, Harry, and George. The twins leaned against Harry, squishing him between them as Ginny shuffled the cards. 

“Okay, whiteboards ready boys?” Ginny asked. The boys picked up their boards and markers out of the games box and nodded, “Here we go, girls, name your partners favourite ice cream flavour." 

The boys quickly scribbled their answers on their whiteboards and set down their markers keeping the backs of their boards facing the girls. 

"Angelina, you first.” Ginny told her. “Well…” Angelina thought for a moment, “I guess I’ll say classic chocolate. Oh! With caramel sauce on top!” George stomped on the floor marking a drumroll noise and flipped his board over with a flourish. Scrawled across it in messy writing was 'chocolate + caramel’. 

“And the lady gets it right!” He announced to his friends as Ginny gave them a tally on the points card. 

“Yeah yeah, we haven’t even finished the first round Georgie calm down. Harry and I are taking you down.” Ginny told him confidently. “Harry’s favourite ice cream is crème brûlée.” Harry flipped is whiteboard around showing that she was indeed correct. 

“Crème brûlée? Manly.” George muttered, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.” Harry defend himself. Adding a point to hers and Harry’s column.

Ginny gestured to the next pair. "Your turn Hermione.“

"Peanut butter cup.” She said causally, as if it was an obvious answer. Fred whirled his white board around to show the group his answer, written in all capitals. 

“Obviously peanut butter cup! It’s the best flavour of everything!” He shouted and shimmied his shoulders in a small victory dance.

“Well I guess despite not being a couple, Fred and Hermione are in the races.” Ginny announced. “It’s a three way tie after round number one.”

* * *

Round four was underway. So far the group had answered what their partners favourite ice cream was, what their parents names were, and what their childhood dream job was. Ginny had given each team a nickname on the new banner sized tally sheet. 

George and Angelina or 'Georgelina’ had 3 points, Fred and Hermione or 'Fremione’ had 3 points, and Harry and Ginny or 'Hinny’ had 2, despite Ginny’s insisting that the last question wasn’t fair given that she didn’t know what muggles called people who flew planes.

“What is your partners go to accessory?” Ginny asked, and set the card down to pick up her white board and marker. “Georgelina, whenever you’re ready.”

"Purses! Final answer.” George exclaimed with confidence. An awkward silence filled the room as Angelina turned her board around to face her boyfriend, 'Earrings’ scrawled across the front. 

“Purses babe? Really?” She questioned George in a sharp voice. “Ooo and Georgelina falls out of their tie for first.” Ginny said in her best announcer voice. 

Angelina narrowed her eyes and gave George a playful but pointed look, as if to say “And who’s fault is that?”

“Okay, well,” Harry began slowly, “you don’t really wear much jewelry, oh, those little leather bracelets?” He guessed. 

“Dammit I forgot about those!” Ginny cursed, placing her whiteboard face up on the table. “I said sneakers. Ugh, it’s your turn now whatever.”

She grumbled gesturing lamely to Fred. “Easy. Scarves.” He said matter-of-factly and leaned back in his chair. Hermione’s mouth fell open in an overly dramatic display of shock as she laughed. She turned her answer around to prove he was correct.

“Good job Fred. You’re turning out to be a very good fake husband.” She joked.  

“Excuse you? I am far more then that!” Fred exclaimed, “I am a wonderful, brilliant, fantastic fake husband.”

“Of course dear, how could I forget?” Hermione chuckled. 

* * * 

The game was over and the group was back spread out in the living room. The loosing teams sulked in silence as the winners chatted loudly about their victory. 

“I honestly had no idea!” Hermione insisted, laughing.

“So you just guessed that I the last thing I ate was a long lasting peppermint?” Fred asked astonished.

“Well I just thought about it logically. You did just come from work, and you and George mentioned being in the test stage for those a few days ago." She explained quickly.

"Brilliant Hermione!” Fred exclaimed. Ginny eyed the two suspiciously as they joked together. She looked at Harry sitting beside her and tilted her head towards them rolling her eyes. Harry smiled at her and placed his hand on her knee. A simple but affectionate action. 

Ginny looked back at Fred and Hermione, they were both laughing hard at something one of them had said. Fred beamed at Hermione as she tried to pull herself together unsuccessfully. Her shoulders shook with laughter and her head was tiled back with a large open smile plastered across her face. Fred’s hand rested on Hermione’s knee.

 Suddenly, Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, she masked her expression but her mind was whirling. She now had realized three very exciting new things. One, Hermione liked Fred. Two, Fred liked Hermione. And three, Ginny smiled to herself, these two would need some help admitting to it. She had work to do.

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