can charlie come out and play

Sherlock Subtext 101

In case you missed it – The shrine to Thatcher was given prominence in the middle of the room while the shrine to their son Charlie was over in the corner of the room, telling everyone these parents care more about their conservative values than their only son, making that son hide himself and die before he is ever able to come out, his parents none the wiser, never giving him the happy moment where he can come out to the father he loves and can have his love radiated back to him, that’s why there’s a rainbow prism in this shot as we play the loving scenario the boy hoped he could have but never got with his conservative father.

‘That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year,’ said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn’t gone off chasing dragons.’
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Sorcerers Stone, chapter 10

Can you imagine Charlie reading in one of his letters from home that Ginny has been practicing quidditch plays nearly every day? How, the moment she’s done with her lessons, Ginny is out the door and borrowing his brothers’ the old brooms in the shed? Not only that, but she’s good. Shockingly good for her age.

So Charlie starts writing her. Letters telling Ginny about the dragons in Romania and occasionally dropping hits in how to balance better or pull out of a risky dive. When his parents and Ginny come to visit him that Christmas he gives her his old copy of Quidditch Through The Ages for her gift. Molly scrunches her nose as Ginny reads hungrily, asking him about with the notes and doodles he’d scribbled into the margins from his time as the Gryffindor seeker and the team captain. And when they get home Ginny practices even harder, until the blisters on her hands turn to calluses

Then years later when she earns a spot on the Gryffindor team as chaser Charlie demands a play-by-play of every game. Between her, Ron, and the twins he jokes with the other wizards and witches at the dragon sanctuary that he almost has a full quidditch team.

When the war is over Charlie gets an excited letter from Harry explaining that the Holyhead Harpies are trying to recruit her. Halfway through the letter he whoops with joy and announces to anyone that will listen that Ginny will be the next Gwenog Jones. Whenever the Harpies have a game Charlie checks and double checks that a wizard wireless nearby to hear the game.

Not even the dragons are enough to shut him up when his baby sister is mentioned scoring a goal (although several disgruntled dragons try).

Charlie and Ginny talking quidditch whenever there’s a family meal and he’s in attendance, even after she retires as a professional athlete. Because Charlie’s joy and excitement in regards to Ginny’s success as a quidditch player is second only to Harry.

Two Can Play This Game

Originally posted by black-little-demons

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Umm…I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @feelmyroarrrr


“It’s my birthday, bitches!” Charlie yells after she opens the front door.

You, Jess, Sam and Dean walk into her parent’s huge expensive house. They’re gone for the next few days, leaving you and your friends a perfect place to party for the weekend.  

You walk into the kitchen and immediately pour yourself a drink. To say classes have been stressing you out lately is an understatement. This party couldn’t have come at a better time. 

“You’re not wasting any time, sweetheart.” Dean says eyeing the glass in your hand as he walks in.

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cas has taken up cooking. he can spend hours in the kitchen trying out a new dish he found a recipe for or baking cakes from foreign countries. of course dean loves it. when cas is in the kitchen, dean likes to come out and crank up the music. then he sings along loudly to whatever song comes on the radio, plays air guitar and dances like an idiot. still, somehow he always ends up behind cas, arms around and singing softly in his ear to the first soft pop love song that plays.

one of dean’s favorite things in bed is kissing cas’ neck. over his collarbone, up the side of his neck, sucking on his pulse point and kissing all the way up to his ear, biting his earlobe lightly. the small moans and whimpers it cause cas to give makes dragging it out slowly all worth it.

in spring time cas likes to go sit in the green area behind the bunker. after he has started to come there flowers are blooming and dean keeps telling himself it’s silly, but he suspects the flowers have come because of cas’ presence. when he sits there dean doesn’t wanna interrupt him, so instead he watches him from a distance, ignoring sam who calls him a sap.

when dean wakes up bathed in sweat in the middle of the night, night terrors making his heart race the first thing he does is to check cas is still there and that he’s okay. cas always wakes up, like he can sense dean’s distress even in his sleep. every time cas gets out of bed and holds dean’s hand as they quietly goes to check sam is okay. dean apologizes for waking him up every time, but cas just kisses his temple and pulls him close with a “i’m not gonna let them hurt you, or sam.”

one night cas wasn’t there when dean woke up from a nightmare. he panicked, calling desperately out for both cas and sam. stumbling half asleep down the hall with scared eyes filling with tears. the second cas heard him call he came running down the hall, grabbing dean’s face to promise that he was there. dean broke down crying. “i thought they got you. i thought they had taken you away from me,” he sobbed.

for dean’s birthday cas and sam arranged a big deal. they drove out to visit jody and the girls where they had presents and cake. they even got dean a paper crown. when it got dark they had fireworks, and alex captured a moment of dean and cas kissing under the colors and put it on instagram. when they came back home dean printed it out and put it in a frame on the dresser in their room.

one night they had a case where they had to go to a strip club. one of the girls quickly saw dean as a target and started flirting. cas said it was okay, but dean just grabbed the girl by the hips and pushed her gently away, with a “no thanks, lady”. confused cas asked why he said no. “it’s okay, dean, i know you won’t stray,” he said. “but why would i want her all over me, when i got all i need right here?” dean shrugged and leaned in to kiss him in front of the whole club.

cas has plants all over the bunker. he loves plants of all kinds a lot, and both sam and dean grunts about how there’s plants on all surfaces of the entire place, but secretly dean makes sure to water them and check they’re not dying.

sometimes sam finds them curled up on the couch in sweatpants with the tv on. usually it’s dean lying down with cas lying between his legs, all entangled in each other, fallen asleep with dean’s fingers running through cas’ hair.

when cas gets badly hurt on a hunt it’s sam who has to patch him up. dean freaks out too much, scared to hurt him even more. instead he sits next to cas, holding his hand and keeping eye contact with small encouraging sentences. “come on, you can do it, baby.” “that’s my guy.” and “you’re doing so good, babe, just a little bit more.”

when cas falls asleep on long drives dean holds in to take his jacket off so he can put over cas so he won’t get cold.

after sex and they’re curled up around each other in bed, naked and sweaty and happy, cas always draws his fingers around dean’s back. dean thinks it’s all at random, but really it’s enochian protection symbols.

chuck stops by sometimes. for coffee or a beer. in the beginning dean kept his distance to cas while chuck was there. it kept ringing in the back of his head that chuck technically is cas’ dad. after it had been like that a couple of times chuck pulled dean to the side and went “it’s cool, i know.” dean was confused and asked what he was talking about, but chuck just laughed. “i’m god remember? i know everything. you think i chose cas to save you by coincidence? i knew even before you did.” across the room cas sent him a smile and dean felt nervous. “hey, if i didn’t want it happening i had stopped it long ago.” the rest of the day was awkward with dean walking around on eggshells, but when chuck was about to leave he told cas, in front of everyone; “i approve.” and then he grabbed dean and cas’ hands to put them together before snapping his fingers and disappearing. after that visit dean never left cas’ side even when chuck was there.

when cas hasn’t shaved in a while dean huffs at him “you look like a bum. like me!” with a chuckle. he jokes around about it and sam laughs. but when they’re alone and things gets heated and hips are grinding and cas has a tight grip on dean’s hair he still groans “the scruff is so freaking sexy, don’t ever shave it off.”

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ: Bands Edition [1/11] | Favorite Bands (2/3)
The Rolling Stones

“you’ve got the sun, you’ve got the moon, you’ve got the air that you breathe, and you’ve got the rolling stones. •  music is a necessity. after food, air, water and warmth, music is the next necessity of life. •  good music comes out of people playing together, knowing what they want to do and going for it. you have to sweat over it and bug it to death. you can’t do it by pushing buttons and watching a TV screen.“  ― Keith Richards

if I could stick a knife in my heart, suicide right on stage
would it be enough for your teenage lust?
would it help to ease the pain? ease your brain?

if I could dig down deep in my heart, feelings would flood on the page
would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
would ya think, the boy’s insane? He’s insane?

I said I know, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll but I like it

A Picture With A Princess

A/N: Literally enter everyone. Also I wanted to do a very very well known play so I chose Cinderella.

Request: Can you so a one shot where the reader does theatre and she’s in a play but she doesn’t invite the boys because she thinks they’re too busy to come to the performance, but they find out and bring everyone on closing night (cas, Kevin, Charlie, etc, you decide!). Thank you!

Originally posted by cinderellapastmidnight

You were, how could you put it? You weren’t really a hunter, I mean sure you went on hunts and killed monsters and took out a demons and knew angels and the Winchester’s…okay so maybe you were a hunter but you weren’t an avid hunter. Like Sam you had taken the path of school instead of being just a hunter, heading to the local community college for your first few years. 

There was no major you really started down the track of, you just took the regular classes you had to get out of the way so you could still hunt part-time. What you didn’t expect was to find solace in the theatre department, though it didn’t shock you. A big part of hunting seemed to be acting and you couldn’t deny that you loved it.

However getting lead role in Cinderella was something you really didn’t expect. Hunting was put off while your time was taken up by rehearsal and learning to dance properly for the role. None of it really sunk in until you first tried on the dress and then it all hit suddenly.

And there was no way you would tell anyone.

As much as you knew that your pseudo family would support you, you didn’t want any teasing light hearted or not. So you determined that not telling any of them about your role was the best idea and that was going smoothly…

Until your final show.

The audience was completely dark while you were up on stage, but you had heard before hand that the show had sold out. To be fair it wasn’t a huge auditorium but it was uncommon to have the show sell out on the last day for your school. Having the show sell out on the last day made you want to put on the best performance you had so far.

“Alright guys,” you said, calling the entire cast over as you stepped back from the mirror where you had been checking your makeup, “The show is sold out, which has never happened for a last show on this campus before. Whether there are little kids out there looking up to us or a bunch off assholes ready to make fun, lets give this our all. Yeah?”

You all gathered in for a group hug before heading to your positions for the first scene. Backstage felt darker than it had before, butterflies filling your stomach. You gripped Katrina’s hand, the girl who played one of your step sisters, out of reflex. A smile that looked just as nervous and prepared as you felt sat on her face. 

“…we are proud to present Cinderella.”

The show went off without a hitch and before you knew it it was over. You walked out on stage last as everyone lined up to bow, barely looking at the audience until you stood up, your mouth dropping open. Half the seats were filled with little kids and their parents and friends, but the other half made you stiffen and nearly falter in your smile.

Angels, hunters, and even Crowley and a few of his cronies were sitting in the audience. Right in the middle of the whole mess was of other beings was your little family. Sam was standing and clapping, Castiel copying beside him. Dean was on Sam’s other side, whistling and screaming up a storm like you had just won a wrestling match. Most of the audience beside them was angel filler probably from Castiel but you spotted Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, and even Balthazar and Gabriel. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Dean started to cheer and soon everyone was cheering with him. One by one the cast walked off stage, people chattering about the play and audience as they headed for the common area out front for pictures. 

As expected you were flocked by little kids the second the doors opened. Seventy or so pictures later and multiple hugs from little kids left you staring at the faces of your family. Charlie was the first to make any move, hugging you tightly.

“You’re Cinderella,” she laughed, looking down at your outfit as if she had never seen you in a dress before. Before you could respond you were passed over to Sam who was spinning you around, causing you to laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were in a play?” Bobby asked, pulling you into a hug after Sam put you down.

“It’s not everyday one of us is in a play and I didn’t want to seem like any less of…y’know,” you said, skirting around the word hunter as your other actors were still hanging around getting pictures taken.

Next you expected for Cas to hug you or maybe Dean, but instead Gabriel pushed others out of the way and handed a camera to Sam, a smile spread across his face.

“You know, I always wanted a kiss from Cinderella,” he said. You rolled your eyes and placed a kiss on Gabriel’s cheek, the picture being taken by Sam and camera tossed back to Gabriel.

“Guys, I would love to hug all of you but I really need to go change. How about we get burger or pizza when I get back and I can hug you all then?” You asked with a laugh. You headed backstage again to change, a bright blush on your face. You should have expected that you couldn’t keep this from your family, it was their job to know everything.