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elementary rewatch ❖ heroine (10/11)


Margaret and Mary Tudor, princesses and later Dowager Queens, the daughters of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, the sisters of Henry VIII. Born nearly a decade apart, the two knew little of each other after Margaret departed to Scotland, yet shared the same passionate and self-possessed nature, choosing their own mates to the scandal and scorn of others.

for the lovely @margarettudor

One Day at the Nordic's House
  • Iceland: *stretching in front of stairs*
  • Finland: Whatcha doing?
  • Iceland: Stretching
  • Finland: I can see that. Okay, why are you stretching?
  • Iceland: You gotta stretch before you exercise.
  • Finland: Okay then, what kinda exercise?
  • Iceland: Watch.
  • Iceland: *walks up the stairs*
  • Finland:
  • Iceland:
  • Finland:
  • Iceland:
  • Finland: ...
  • Iceland: See? Exercise.

A/N: IT’S HAPPENED! THE REVEAL. AND THE DATE. This chapter was so much fun to write, even if most of it was done between the hours of 12 and 4 am lol. 

Hopefully more explanations about magic will be coming up soon, now that the plot is on a roll! Speaking of magic, anyone have any ideas what’s up with the Mermaid’s Tail yet…. :D

Thank you for all the kind words, I love seeing what you guys say in the tags <3

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbour Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 5983

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part SevenPart Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

Natsu couldn’t stop pacing. The pasta bake was in the oven, one of the simplest but still ‘romantic’ recipes he had found while trying to make his way through -the truly fucking horrible- websites that had popped up when he Googled first date ideas. He couldn’t tell whether Lucy should be thankful he had subjected himself to that gag-inducing horror or if he should never speak of it again. Considering some of the gross sex tips he had seen on -Cosma, Kosomo, whatever- he would go for never speaking of it again. But his fear of burning yet another oven apart wasn’t what had him so on edge.

Instead he was mentally going through every single magical thing he owned, and making sure it was shoved into his spare room. His bookshelves seemed more barren to him than usual, but he had enough herbology and mechanic books to make it seem presentable, not to mention the multitude of statues and odds and ends he proudly displayed. Even if Lucy didn’t know their true value she should still know what was important to him. Natsu had a feeling she would like that. All of the bones and stranger ingredients were tucked away in the spare room, along with his work bench, scrolls, extraction setups, and spare materials. He nervously tugged at the edges of the long sleeves on his tight black shirt, trying his best to brush off the blue cat fur that clung to his top and his nicest -aka the ones with the fewest holes- pair of jeans. He was still unsure if he should wear shoes. Was it normal to wear shoes in you house? Of course not, but this was a date, and more importantly it was a date with Lucy and oh god what if he fucked it up what if the oven actually did catch fire again and-

A gentle weight settled on his head, sparkles dancing through the air as Happy’s wings dissolved. “It’ll be fine Natsu, just take a deep breath,” the cat’s high voice sighed, tone almost pitying as he tried his best to get his witch to relax. Somehow Happy did help, the comfortable weight reminding him that if Lucy hadn’t run away screaming in the last few months of being with Happy and Natsu then she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “I don’t even know why you’re nervous,” Happy continued to say, more confused than annoyed, “Lucy’s almost as weird as you. You should have seen the way she kept looking at your butt,”. The small feline began to snicker, Natsu feeling his nervous grin melt into a more confident one. He already knew the way she looked at him, but the reminders were nice.

“I know buddy, its just… What if she sees something that freaks her out? Or realizes how much more amazing she is, or…” Natsu started to ramble, yelping when sharp claws dug into his scalp. He quickly detangled Happy from his hair, holding the unimpressed cat by the armpits and watching as his tail flicked in agitation.

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Dear D&D and GOT cast,

A Stark sibling rivalry makes about as much sense as Jon Snow dead for good in S6.

In other words…



Here for the Starks fangirl

P.S. Sophie, hope you get your raise. 😎😎

as promised, some happy/silly spike & dawn brotp headcanons for @rageycakes:

  • once dawn makes a habit of visiting his crypt, spike starts keeping snacks and juice around for her
  • he doesn’t even make a conscious decision to do so, just comes home from a trip to the convenience store for smokes and liquor and finds some red vines and hard candy tucked into the deep pockets of his jacket
  • just once, he mistakenly grabs some cranberry juice instead of blood, and it takes dawn nearly a half hour to stifle her laughter at the face he’d made 
  • after buffy makes it clear that she doesn’t want spike telling her little sister about his bloody conquests, spike tries to piece together some pg-13 versions of his adventures
  • mostly dawn doesn’t mind. she’s pretty excited to hear more about the world - what kinds of foods people eat in other countries, the languages spike’s picked up, ruins and natural wonders he’s visited. that sort of thing
  • of course, since she’s a bloody summers girl through and through, when she gets it in her head that she wants to hear something spooky, she’s damn persistent. dawn’ll nag at spike till he tells her about the real life nightmares he’s created
  • (although, to be frank, it never takes that much encouraging to get spike to tell a horror story) 
  • when dawn was deep in the throes of her crush on spike, she drew this daffy picture of him kicking vamp butt - billowing leather coat and all
  • she still regrets the day she gave it to him. her palms were slick and her stomach was falling all over itself. she nearly puked anticipating what he’d say or do
  • in the end, his response was pretty underwhelming: he’d looked kind of uncomfortable as he patted her on the head once and said “neat.”
  • (she’d die if she knew he’d kept it. he’d die if she knew he’d once tried to leave it tacked on the refrigerator.)
  • (it didn’t even last a day - too embarrassing to look at)
  • they played cards a lot to fill the uncomfortable silences in the wake of buffy’s death 
  • spike taught her rummy and speed and plenty of others. they often gambled for rings
  • the day dawn won one of spike’s solid silver bands - a ring he’d lifted from a trendy boutique in italy during his and dru’s stay in the 50s - he was infuriatingly proud of her
  • he was actually proud of her a lot - when watching her comfort a distraught willow at buffy’s funeral, when she punched him square in the nose for making an especially lewd comment about anya and xander’s sex life, and, weirdly, that time she threatened to set him on fire
  • (…he should have told her more often)

For someone who doesn’t have one, I care alot about fictional character’s love lives.


220th night countdown: Day 5 - BroTP


I’m sure after that fight Clint and Nat are all like,
“You wanna grab a cup of coffee?”
“Only if you’re buying and I can get a doughnut.”
‘CAUSE THAT’S JUST WHAT THEY DO?!!!! Bros before a bunch of man-boys who just want to get their own way!


Cassandra confronts Elysse Trevelyan about her decision with lyrium in regards to the Inquisition’s Commander. (743 words).

“Inquisitor. A word?”

Elysse blinked at the harsh line of Cassandra’s mouth as the woman marched up to the war table. She gave Josephine a curt nod.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” The ambassador gathered her papers before scurrying off.

Elysse frowned when Josephine shut the doors behind her. Elysse wished she could’ve escaped with the woman. Cassandra’s eyes were as sharp as the sword on her hip. “What can I help you with, Cassandra?”

“It’s about our commander. Last we spoke, he was… struggling with his decision over lyrium.”

“I remember.” How could Elysse ever forget? Cullen’s growl of frustration when he’d thrown his box against the wall. The pain in his voice as he spoke about the Circle. The anguish in his eyes and the weakness in his knees as his body trembled from withdrawal. She shuddered at the memory.

“I have attempted to speak with him again on the matter but he continues to brush off my attempts.” Cassandra shot her a mild glare before she started to pace back and forth on the other side of the war table. “That leaves only you.”

“Only me?”

Elysse backed up half a step when Cassandra’s fists slammed onto the table. The warrior’s grey eyes pierced through Elysse and her spine shivered. This was no longer her advisor, but Cassandra Pentaghast: the Right Hand of the Divine, Seeker, dragon-slayer.

“I want to know what happened,” Cassandra said. “I want to know if you made him take lyrium. If you betrayed him.”

“Don’t you dare—”

“Cullen was on the edge of falling. Your words would have determined which direction he stumbled. Now answer me.”

“I am your Inquisitor, Cassandra.”

“And I am Cullen’s friend.”

Elysse clenched her hands. She knew Cassandra only meant well, but anger swirled in her belly. Tell Cullen to take lyrium? She’d sooner chew off her own arm. “You’re out of line and you know it. I will order you to stand down if I must.”

Cassandra gripped the hilt of her sword. Elysse clenched her jaw, keenly aware of the absence of her own knives. The warrior’s fist relaxed with a sigh. “I cannot quit the Inquisition. Our purpose is too important. But if you’ve allowed Cullen to—”

“Of course he’s not on lyrium! Is that what you truly think of me? Do you think that I would toss aside all that he’s done? All that he’s worked so hard to achieve?”

“I thought…” Cassandra trailed off with a frown. “You are aware that it could kill him, are you not?”

“… yes.” All too aware. The thought woke her in the dark, nightmares clogging up her lungs as she pictured Cullen cold in her arms.

“And you still support him in this decision?”

“It’s his choice to make. I don’t like the risks, but keeping him on the lyrium is little better.” Elysse leaned against the table, a sudden weight pressing on her shoulders. Lyrium was a double edged sword. Lose Cullen to withdrawals or lose him as his memories slipped away. Either way… Her fists tightened and she looked the Seeker in the eyes. “Are you quite finished?”

“I—yes.” Cassandra straightened and her chin tilted up. “I apologize, Inquisitor, I thought…”

“What?” Elysse asked with a sigh. “What did you think?”

“I realize that Cullen is important to you.” Pink blossomed on Cassandra’s cheeks. “And I feared that you would let your emotions cloud your judgment of what was best for him.”

“And you think keeping him off lyrium is best?”

“I truly do.” Cassandra’s expression softened as she came around the table. She placed a hand on Elysse’s shoulder and the Inquisitor suspected that the simple connection was the closest to an embrace that Cassandra would ever share. “And more importantly, so does Cullen.”

“I would never hurt him, Cassandra.”

“I believe you.”

Elysse smiled a little, her mind weighed with worry for her commander. “Cassandra, if I had made Cullen take lyrium again, what would you have done? Left the Inquisition?”

“No.” The Seeker started towards the doors. “I am needed here and I recognize that I cannot put my own personal feelings above the Inquisition’s needs. However,” she paused and glanced back at Elysse. “The Inquisition does not require its Inquisitor to be in possession of all her teeth.”

Elysse shook her head, half-chuckling. “Then I’m glad we see eye-to-eye on this.”

“As am I, Inquisitor. As am I.”