burning wall

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Good to see you.

Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal Lecter, Hugh Dancy as Will Graham, Hannibal - Dolce (S03E06)

By request of @daetsis-burning-starfire

You know those Photoshops of Harry Potter books from Voldemort’s POV? I want titles of the TAZ arcs from Lucretia’s POV. Like:

Episodes 1-6: I Finally See My Friends Again!!

Episodes 7-9: I Almost Kill Two Of My Friends But It Turns Out Okay In The End And I Help Magnus Discover His Love Of Maiming Robots

Episodes 10-16: Of Course They Showed Up In Their Pajamas Why Did I Ever Expect Anything Else From These Chucklefucks

Lunar Interlude I: Oh Shit The Hunger

Episodes 18-27: GODDAMMIT BARRY 

Lunar Interlude II: I Realize I Can’t Trust Anyone Outside Of My Space Family With The Relics And Also Adopt A Small Child

Episodes 29-39: GODDAMMIT LUCAS 

Lunar Interlude III: I Have A Spa Day With Merle And Apologize For Erasing His Memories Though He Doesn’t Really Get It Because I Erased His Memories

Lunar Interlude III Alternate Title:  I Walk Into The Cafeteria One Day To Find Lup’s Name Burned Into The Wall In Giant Letters And Nearly Have A Heart Attack

Episode 41-59: They Spend Twenty Minutes Buying Shorts When The Fate Of The Universe Is At Stake Of Course Why Do I Even Try

Lunar Interlude IV: Magnus Is Being Super Weird Was It Something I Said?

Episodes 51-57: The Hunger Is Coming And I Think I Might Have Gotten My Friends Killed

Lunar Interlude V: Magnus Dies But Gets Better Also GodDAMMIT BARRY

Episodes 60-65: The Story Of How I Became Totally Awesome 

100% the couple you do NOT walk in on without knocking first unless you want to be shot by Baze.


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(Okay, but seeing reblogs of the “knock first” art makes me think that you knock and Chirrut calls “COME IN!” Even if he’s naked. It’s Baze who’s all “NO!”)

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pretty much. eventually everyone just avoids their corridor (complete with blaster burns on wall opposite door) esp after the last few people found themselves waking up in the trash compactor. the kids are various levels of traumatised or fine. Jyn reacts the least.

Problematic Promos

Now that some time has passed, I was taking a look back through the promotional materials for Season 4, and I noticed something. I apologize if someone has already mentioned this stuff! I looked around for a meta with this topic, but I didn’t find one, so here we go!

I recall that when the promotional materials for Season 4 were released we all sort of commented on how dark everything in the photos appears, what the hair looked like, how the burned out flat photo with just Sherlock and John in it looks like a heart, and how the smiley doesn’t show up in the reflection in the flooded photo. I also recall intense discussion about the three photos in the chess themed set, and how the leak of the final photo drew so much attention from The Powers That Be. All of these are valid catches, but I noticed a few other things relating to the promos.

I’m not sure what they all mean, to be honest, but I do know that everything on this show is deliberate, so…


1.       There are still no photos of Eurus/Sian Brooke in the official photos on the BBC One Sherlock site. Surely by now it would be ok to release some. I mean, Sian Brooke is attractive and well known enough to warrant some photos! They have certainly included her in some of the post season videos. But if you’re looking for a lovely, composed, high resolution shot of Eurus or any of her personalities, you’re going to be disappointed. I think this is weird, especially given that we see both Culverton Smith and Jim Moriarty (and he was a big secret) in the photos.

2.       This photo is NOT of 221B. Look closely.

The smiley is different than the original! It’s tilted wrong and aligns with the wallpaper differently.It’s just not the same. I know I have seen a meta on the Miss Me Smiley from this image: 

The burned out smiley almost looks like a mirrored version of this one, doesn’t it?



So what about this bumped out area in the wall in our 221b? Not there in the burned out flat.

Where are the windows on either side of the room? Again, not there. 

And what about that trim high up on the burned out left wall? Not there in 221b.

The people in this show KNOW their set. This can’t be a mistake or something where they thought, hey…that’s close enough.

So what does it mean?


3.       Now on to the seven images that they released the week before the season started. One a day, a right? Burned out flat in the background. I noticed a few things about these images. 

But first, this image for reference: 


Every one of these characters is wearing the same clothing as the group shot, but with a coat/jacket added in the individual photos, with one exception. 

Take a look:

(Greg’s photo is missing from the BBC One Sherlock site. A little odd, given the wind-up they gave these each day…but anyway.)







Molly. 

Molly is the exception. Her clothing is completely different under her lab coat.


To me, it seems like this singles her out in some way. Just like they single Mycroft out in another way. 

Can you see it?

It’s the smiley again. In each of the other six photos, the smiley moves around, but it is the original smiley from 221b. The size, shape, and orientation are correct.

But Mycroft’s smiley is different. 

It’s the strange, new smiley from the burned out flat photo, and unlike the other character shots, this smiley isn’t on the 221b wallpaper. 



I think it may have been @the-7-percent-solution who commented to the effect that if you want to mess with people’s heads, just mess with their surroundings. Make things a little bit off, and that will make the audience uncomfortable, and they probably won’t even recognize why. Maybe that’s what’s going on here. Or maybe there is some deeper meaning. 

I don’t know for sure, but I do still believe that these weird details are part of a larger plan. The cast and crew are too attuned to the details of the show to overlook errors or do things half-assed. 

Thoughts?


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I decided to doodle my self insert MC for The Arcana while I wait for the new chapter to come out, blehh

He’s five-foot, two-inches of constantly exhausted, impulsive and fiery bravado to hide the fact that he’s actually just a huge emotional sap.

Writer’s Block Be Gone Spell

A spell to bring you inspiration and remove annoying writer’s block.

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

You Will Need:

✏ Yellow Candle(s)
✏ Agate
✏ Apatite
✏ Paper
✏ Pen or Pencil
✏ Fire Safe Dish/Bowl
✏ Bay Leaf

Steps:

✏ Clear your work space, cleanse the room if needed. Place your candles about you or if you only have one, place it near you.

✏ Place your agate and your apatite to either side of one of the candles

✏ Place your plate or bowl before you and place your bay leaf into it

✏ On your paper write “Writer’s Block” and begin scribbling it out saying “you are banished” repeatedly until satisfied. Put your frustrations and anger into this.

✏ Carefully use your candle to light the paper aflame and place it into your bowl/dish on top of the bay leaf. Let them burn themselves out. While this happens focus on how they are being burned out of your life, like a big wall burning down and setting you free.

✏ Take the ash and throw it out or flush it

✏ Keep your candles lit and return to brainstorming and your writing. When you start to feel stuck again, look at your candle and hold your gemstones in each hand and take a few breaths before continuing.

Note: this is a spell that uses fire and burning, please use proper care and fire safety

Since everyone loves bringing up how much trauma Sansa has been through, I thought I’d highlight all the Starklings’ devastating experiences over the years to show how everyone’s got it bad here, folks.

Arya: forced to kill a boy in order to avoid capture by the Lannisters, had to feed on raw pigeons while hiding and homeless in Flea Bottom, had her hair traumatically sawed off whilst simultaneously thinking she was going to be killed by Yoren, threatened with rape and sodomy by lowborn men who would absolutely carry it out against someone they thought a peasant, enslaved at Harrenhal and physically abused by soldiers when she “stepped out of line,” physically abused by the Hound, witnessed both Grey Wind being slaughtered as well as his head on Robb’s corpse paraded around by Freys, physically abused by the order of the Faceless Men, made to witness her only friend in Braavos’ disgusting murder, relentlessly stabbed in the stomach by her colleague, chased like a rat and forced to kill her opponent

Bran: thrown out a high window because he witnessed incestuous treason and is subsequently paralyzed for life, attacked by wildlings and nearly killed, have someone he grew up alongside forcibly take his home and have his caretakers killed, made to live in the woods and on the run with little in the way of food or shelter, starving and freezing on the way north to sort out his horrific visions, nearly killed by outlaw Black Brothers, watches one of his few friends die from a wight wound, has the Others come to slaughter his mentor, his wolf, the children, and his loyal companion Hodor, freezing in the dead of winter on the way back to Winterfell

Jon: dehumanized by the woman who helps run his home, abused by his teachers at the Wall, burns his hand saving the Commander with permanent burns, made to kill Qhorin Halfhand though he doesn’t want to, begins a sexual relationship with a wildling on threat of death, clawed by an eagle, made to struggle back to the Wall with arrow wounds on his body, ambushed and mutilated by his Brothers of the Watch, put through a resurrection he did not want, watched his little brother Rickon die by the hand of a man who took Winterfell and tainted it, was put through a traumatic battle in which death seemed all but certain

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I’ve been lax on posting about my carpentry projects lately, so here’s one I finished in the spring. We had an old, decrepit porch swing that stood sentry for at least 10 years, and it finally crumbled into retirement. I’d been scoping out swing designs for a while, and decided to try my hand at making one instead of buying something new. I was able to re-use the old swing hardware, along with 2x4 pine for the swing frame and cedar fence pickets for the seat and back. (omg y’all so much sanding, those fence pickets were rough, but they were also cheap, so I got what I paid for I guess.) I’m very happy with how it turned out - solid enough for four kids to swing on it like a ride at a fair, and still hold strong. 

This project spurred me to make a whole flurry of outdoor furniture this summer, most of it chevron-themed, because once I fixate on a design, I beat it into the ground. I’ll post some of those projects too!

(If you want to catch up on my other home improvement shenanigans, check out my ‘burning down the house’ tag.)

How I want Matt to be introduced to the rest of Voltron team...

The paladins (minus Shiro) of course have just gone through an intense mission to break into one of Lotor’s ships that they believe is holding Shiro in. It is a trap and the mission fails horribly and the paladins are currently captured. Keith and Lance are held in a cell together. Keith is going on all angst, bad-leader mode thinking that the entire mission is all his fault and that Shiro made a huge mistake ever thinking that he could lead the team. Lance has to break him out of these angry, depressive thoughts and assures him that he’s done the best he could and that Shiro would be proud of Keith, just like all of them are, especially him. Keith and Lance share a long moment, their hands are holding each other and the camera slightly zooms in their faces, their held gazes. Is this it? Is this the moment where Klance becomes canon?

Then suddenly there’s an explosion from the wall between the two, and Hot Rebel Matt comes busting in yelling, “WHASSUP! MATTHEW HOLT HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!!! YOU PALADINS CAN BEGIN TO SHOWER ME WITH PRAIS-Oh wait, am I interrupting something?”

He notices that Lance and Keith have literally jumped six feet away from each other and are facing opposites walls, faces burning red in embarrassment. Nope, nothing interrupted, nothing at all! Wait, DID THEY HEAR THE NAME MATT HOLT?!

Then Matt rescues the rest of the paladins and takes them to Shiro. Everyone is happy but Lance and Keith can’t look at each other for the rest of the episode. 

Father

“Where’s Malfoy?” The vacant spot next to professor Sinistra immediately caught his eye. Usually he was greeted every morning with a “Late for breakfast again now, are we? You know you could just set an alarm for once like a normal person.” And Harry would respond with something among the lines of “I’m not a normal person, I’m the chosen one.” Then Malfoy would roll his eyes while Harry did a dramatic hair flip.

He always loved seeing Malfoy struggle to suppress a smile every time he did that, and had gotten quite accustomed to their morning ritual.

“Called in sick this morning. Migraine I believe.” Answered professor Mcgonagall.

“Odd. I don’t believe he’s ever been sick since he started working here.” Professor Sinistra looked a bit worried.

“Shouldn’t someone go check on him?”

“Yes, excellent idea Harry. Why don’t you go bring our favorite Slytherin a nice cup of tea? Maybe mention you still haven’t bought an alarm clock while you’re at it.” Neville always made comments like these and Harry still didn’t know why. He and Malfoy seemed to get along just fine but as soon as Harry suggested Neville should go to him to run an errand or something he always sent Harry instead.

“Uhm, well I don’t think I’ll bother him with my non existing shopping habits but I’ll go and have a look. If someone could cover the first couple of minutes of my second years…?”

“Yes of course Harry.” Sounded the answer from Neville, professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick, who exchanged some knowing looks with each other.

“Right then… I’ll go pay him a visit…” Harry gave his colleagues a strange look.

“You go do that Potter.”

“A task right up your alley.”

“Remember to be safe!” Called Neville after him. Sometimes Harry didn’t really get his co-workers. After giving them another questioning look Harry walked off towards the dungeons. It was too early to deal with their weird behaviour.


“Malfoy? Malfoy are you in there?” Harry got no response, but when he pressed his ear to the door he could hear heavy, irregular breathing. Someone was in there at least, and if it wasn’t Malfoy then Harry had to chase the intruder out. And if it was Malfoy then he might be in dire need of help since he didn’t answer.

He decided to open the door.

“Malfoy? Are you in here? I brought tea… “ Harry looked around in the room. It didn’t look like Malfoy was suffering from migraine. The torches on the sides of the walls were burning brightly and illuminated a true mess of a room. Clothes, books, quills and a couple of empty wine bottles decorated the floor.

“Malfoy?” The blond man sat on the middle of his king-sized bed on the far end of the room. He was hugging his knees, and stared out of the window looking out into the great lake. He didn’t respond.

Harry took some tentative steps towards the bed, careful not to trod on anything. “Are you alright? Minerva said…”

His words got stuck in his throat. The closer he got the more he saw. Malfoy was clutching a ministry letter in his hands, the date above the writing told Harry it had arrived the day before. But what shook him the most was that Malfoy was crying.

Silent tears were running down his face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“What happened?” Harry put down the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand, shocked. The last time he’d seen Malfoy cry was during sixth year in the bathroom, just before he cocked everything up by nearly murdering him.

Something bad must have happened. Something really bad.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He felt nerves pool in his gut waiting for the answer.

What could have upset Malfoy so much? What on earth could possibly have the power to break the man who even after the war and the trials hadn’t been broken. The man who had turned Slytherin from a mouldy and disgusting mess into a proud and fierce house again. The man who had been so strong that even Ron had started to admire his character, though he would never admit it.

“He’s reopening his case. He’s blaming everything on me. Everything.” Malfoy drew a couple of shaky breaths. He looked like he could pass out any moment.

Harry suddenly felt his insides turn to ice. It had been ten years since the trials. Ten years. That meant convicts could now ask for a do-over of their case.

He pried the ministry letter from Malfoy’s cramped up hands and read. His frozen insides fell out. Lucius Malfoy was pleading not-guilty, on the grounds that his son had forced him to join Voldemort’s ranks. His own son. He was blaming everything on his own son.

“I won’t let them do this to you. I won’t let them force you to re-live everything, I won’t.” Harry crumbled up the letter in his shaking hands. He wanted to punch something, or floo to the ministry and tell them exactly why this was not happening, or…

“Please leave.” Sniffled Malfoy. “I need to be alone right now.” It broke Harry’s heart that the man thought Harry could leave him alone when he was in such a high state of distress. If ever there had been a moment when Malfoy should not be alone, it was now.

Malfoy tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to recompose himself. Harry caught his hands. “Don’t. Don’t do that. He betrayed you. He is your father and he betrayed you. You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I’m not, Potter.” He tried to free his hands while avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I’m fucking not, I should have been in class ten minutes ago. I can’t… “

“You can. Fuck you Malfoy, for thinking that you don’t even deserve to be upset about this.” Malfoy tried to pull his hands free again, and this time Harry pulled back. Without much resistance Malfoy fell towards Harry, who let go of his hands and wrapped him into a hug.

“Shove it Malfoy.” He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed, holding Malfoy tightly wrapped in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy didn’t protest anymore, suddenly he felt all of his energy drain away. He’d barely survived the first trials, repeating everything… It was too much to ask. He didn’t even have the energy to feel ashamed for crying in front of his former rival, his current crush.

He caved and he caved hard. “He is my dad.” Malfoy buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his voice broken by tears. “What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you?”


So I thought it might be fun to write a piece of this story every time I hit a memorable number of followers, in this case that’s 250. Is that a good idea not? Please tell me I have zero judgement skills.

I have reached 350 followers! Omg thank you guys! You can now you can read part two here

for 400 followers part 3 is here!

If you want more parts then you can follow me!

Secret Desires (M)

=> Park Jimin. Hushed lips. Unsuspecting eyes.

Warnings: Strong sexual content. Public Sex. This is really filthy okay.

Words: 2, 919.

a/n: Basically you and Jimin have sex in a movie theater. This ruined me.


“Jimin, I’m not sure about this..”

With a wary gaze from the deserted back row of the medium sized theater, you looked upon the other twelve people occupying once empty chairs. The closest to you was a couple sitting three rows in front, directly in the middle and not much older than you and your very persistent boyfriend.

“They can’t see us, as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut for me.”

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lil’ something

Originally posted by chattyang

request: Rough smut with Dean? Maybe some spanking

author’s response: again, thank you so much for requesting and i hope this gives you the same feels i got while writing it.


otp(s): kwon “dean” hyuk x reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,757

synopsis: dean’s always made fairly good decisions in life: inviting you into his life was probably the best.


if dean had one wish, he’d want his hands tattooed onto your body.

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