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catpella  asked:

What is your Sorting for the Animorphs?

Tobias gets transferred into Hogwarts during his third year after Ilvermorny discovers that not only is his aunt months behind on tuition, she is also not taking care of him.  Three days after showing up at the house of some distant British uncle, he boards a train in London with dozens of other teenagers and gets shipped off to a castle up north somewhere.  Once he gets there, Professor Robbinette gives him a private sorting ceremony in a back room.  The Sorting Hat spends quite a while telling Tobias that he has a lot of the qualities of a good Ravenclaw before admitting that he would probably fit best in Hufflepuff, and Tobias thinks whatever you want.  In response to that answer, the Hat of course puts him in Hufflepuff.

Cassie is already on the short track to becoming a prefect for Hufflepuff, so she’s the one that Professor Chapman sends to show the transfer student around.  She chats with Tobias about how her favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and his is Astronomy, and assures him that there are more students like the two of them—raised as muggles—than there are purebloods like Rachel and Jake and their siblings.  After leaving his things on a bed off the Hufflepuff common room and stopping in the kitchens to introduce him to the house-elves, she brings him upstairs to introduce him to her friends.  And to Jake, who might just think of her as more than a friend, if Rachel is to be believed.  

Jake is distracted while meeting the new student, less concerned with some American transfer than he is with the fact that he didn’t make Gryffindor’s Quidditch team.  It’s not just that he got cut.  It’s that when he admitted to Tom that he didn’t make the team, Tom just shrugged and said there were more important things than Quidditch, which was why he’d quit being captain himself.  Tom has been acting strangely for weeks now, ever since he made Head Boy, and it’s just bizarre that he would quit the team when their entire family lives for Quidditch.  Still, Jake makes an effort to be nice to Tobias, even if he doesn’t know what to make of the way that Rachel is looking at the new kid.  

Rachel spends the first five minutes with Tobias coaxing one of those shy, dreamy smiles out of him, and grins so broadly in return she thinks she startles him.  It’s a shame that Tobias is not in Gryffindor, she thinks, because not only did a certain cousin of hers—she glares at Tom down the table and debates the merits of hexing him—decide to quit the team, but Tobias also shyly admits when asked that he’s pretty good at flying himself.  Proud Gryffindor or no, Rachel is also not about to try out for the team herself.  She barely has enough balance to stay on a broom, much less fly around swatting at bludgers the way Tom does.  The team is going to get slaughtered this year without him, though, so she gets as far as pulling out her wand before Jake grabs her arm and whispers “If you get detention for jinxing the Head Boy two days before a full moon…” and she reluctantly sits back down.  When she glances over at Tobias, he’s watching them both with clear curiosity.

Marco is, as always, reluctant to be seen hanging around with the Berensons since they’re the most Gryffindor family in the history of Hogwarts and his own position in Slytherin tends to be precarious at best.  Sure, Marco knows how to make the whole common room laugh, and he can talk circles around most of their professors enough to impress the younger students, but everyone knows about his family history.  His mother might have been a pureblood witch famous for her beauty as well as her skill with potions, but she married a muggle man who stumbled upon magic accidentally by way of science and then she died ten years later.  Marco’s dad has been Obliviated so many times that nowadays he barely functions, and some of the more meatheaded older students in Slytherin think that that makes Marco no better than a muggle-born.  Jake doesn’t really get it—not only is he as pureblooded as they come, but he also got sorted into Gryffindor in ten seconds flat with no questions asked—but he’s also been there for Marco since before they even started at Hogwarts, so Marco lets himself get dragged over to meet the new Hufflepuff since he’s such a good friend and all.  

Ax floats across the Great Hall from the Ravenclaw table, oblivious to all the heads he turns with his casual beauty, to ask Cassie if she’s finished with the bouillabaisse.  He introduces himself to Tobias and explains he’s a transfer student as well, “From the Ivory Coast” [Cassie coughs loudly] “…of Canada.”  Tobias frowns at this explanation like maybe Ax said something wrong, but then Marco distracts them all by teasing Ax for being able to say “bouillabaisse” without hesitation and yet giggling every time someone says the word “potato.”  Ax cringes in remembered sympathy when Professor Chapman (who as the Deputy Headmaster gets stuck with these responsibilities a lot) stands Tobias up in front of the whole school to introduce him, before going into the usual announcements about how students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest even though the rumors of werewolves and strangely intelligent animals hiding in its depths are unfounded gossip.  (Rachel and Marco grin knowingly at each other at this last one, and Jake shoots Ax a sympathetic look as the first years all start whispering about werewolves.)  

Jake and Rachel are having a whispered argument in their usual spot above the Owlery where Cassie’s dad works—Rachel thinks they should tell Tobias everything and make him an Animagus, whereas Jake is firmly against it out of fear of repeating the David Incident—when Marco comes stalking in, so quickly that Ax looks up from his spell practice and Cassie sets aside the owl treat she’s holding.  Marco slams an enormous book on Imperius Curses down on the table between them, and says, “Loop him in, I say, because it looks like we have one hell of a problem on our hands.”  

mindlesspatch  asked:

Have you seen this? Makes me think of cat yuri and I had to share. catpella (.) tumblr (.) com/post/150705170670/brainfartsbyme-this-cat-would-get-everything

Link

Lots of people send me this link, the cat’s names are Gimo and Tencho and you can follow them on instagram here These photos were all from when Gimo was a kitten

He’s grown into a majestic adult fluff! Just look at this handsome face

Videos that I cry over: 

Shook af 
He hiding

catpella replied to your post “Okay quick question  when Herc the widower and Stacker the single…”

not interested in the new LIS but oh my *god* would i be interested. in. this.

STAND BY FRIEND

@kat8porgs

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“Okay quick question  when Herc the widower and Stacker the single…”

maybe couples might have been preferred by whoever made decisions?

Oh definitely, I think that’s well in line with what LIS canon implies and let’s be real, they’re comfortable with each other, they go way back, and Chuck stayed with the Pentecosts during Herc’s last deployment and by the time Herc got back the kids were this incredibly coordinated and efficient team and between them they have about four fifths of an engineering degree and survival skills to rival a Gary Paulsen book, so really it’s just good sense to ship out on the same Jaeger, right? And the easiest way to get placed on the same Jaeger is to be a familial unit. 

On balance it’s a perfectly reasonable decision! Let it never be said that either Stacker Pentecost or Herc Hansen hesitates to do what’s best for their children’s future. 

But it strangely… doesn’t help with the feelings neither one of them thought they had time to fully acknowledge, and hell, even after Tendo performs the ceremony and the Kaidanovskys sign as witnesses, it’s not like they get a honeymoon. “That’ll come later,” Herc jokes as they get right back to cramming for tests and calculating what few personal possessions will squeak by under the Jaeger’s weight limit. They speak with a unified voice to the kids, they share a bed, and still there’s an undercurrent of nerves he never thought he’d feel again, and a running litany of this is a sham this is a sham oh God he’s like the sun–

With everything that happens, they don’t get around to banging until after the tar pit, and it’s such a relief

catpella  asked:

I'd love to see your Hogwarts House take on Poe, Finn, or Rey now! (Any that you wish to take on, and no pressure...)

Poe Dameron is a straight-up traditional Gryffindor, albeit with a mile-wide streak of loyalty that makes him look like a Hufflepuff in the right light. But at the end of the day, he’s a hotshot pilot who thinks mouthing off at Sith lords and joining extrajudicial militias to defend what’s Right is a good idea, which puts him firmly in Gryffindor territory.

Finn is the rare Space Slytherin, quick-thinking and dedicated to looking after himself and his own. It’s what makes his defection from the First Order so powerful, the radical belief in his inherent worthiness, and how he deserves to not be here. You can see it crop up again when he meets Rey—she is immediately designated as His People, and he moves heaven and earth and marches back into the bowels of Starkiller to save her. 

It’s also probably why Han can get the measure of him so quickly: as the other Space Slytherin in residence, he has unique insight into how powerful that protective clannishness can be.

Rey is the hardest assign, because while she’s clearly oriented towards Right for Right’s Sake (”I’ll help you get this droid to the Resistance for no other reason except it’s what I feel I should do.”) it’s informed by a deep sense of fairness and hard work (see her stubborn dedication to scavenging, staying on Jakku for the “community” and her absent family.) Additionally, there’s a certain amount of her that’s formed by simply not having a choice, she’s clearly had to pick up some wariness and self-protectiveness that’s a coping mechanism for the harshness of her world.

On the balance, though, I think she’s more Hufflepuff than Gryff or Slytherin. A lot of her grimness and practicality can be explained by a Hufflepuff longing for community without the ability to fulfill it. Remaining alone and waiting for her family is both torture to who she is and necessary, she doesn’t think there’s anyone else out there. So—Hufflepuff!

@catpella replied to your post: a;sldkfj I don’t know how long the Oscar Isaac…

“ Oscar Isaac has openly and fully endorsed FinnPoe, despite the multiple snipers Disney and Lucasfilm have aimed at him at all times. He also enjoys pegging with his wife and eating ” HOLY GOD

@catpella replied to your post: a;sldkfj I don’t know how long the Oscar Isaac…

Cheetos with chopsticks.“ I can’t. i’m crying

what a time to be alive

@catpella replied to your post “i’M LOVE VIK’S RIDICULOUS BACK STORY”

do i need this book???

Here’s the thing: we don’t get nice things in Pacific Rim without shitty things too. We didn’t get Mako Mori without also Five Unnecessary White Men, we didn’t get Jake Pentecost being bisexual and pouring sprinkles directly into his mouth without [REDACTED], and in exchange for Vik’s back story and Jinhai being wonderful and just really great cadet banter, we get Mako reflecting that if there’s a reason she’s still alive when everyone who loves her has died, she’s willing to wait for it. So like, do you want pain? If you want miserable horrendous pain then sure, get the book! 

catpella  asked:

Poly negotiations between any of Rey/Finn/Poe? (AKA "oh god you're hot and _you're_ hot and how do we make this go")

SO I TECHNICALLY DIDN’T MAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE ACTUAL PROPER NEGOTIATIONS BECAUSE THERE WAS TOO MUCH CUTE, BUT IT’S A START ANYWAY

Finn kisses Rey on the same morning he kisses Poe, because statistically at least one of them is not coming back from this and he suspects it’s going to be him, and he’s just about at peace with that, but these are things he absolutely can’t die without doing first. 

He kisses Rey in the shadow of the Falcon and tells her he loves her and cries, they both do, when she says it back, and then he watches her fly off to her destiny. 

He kisses Poe in the shadow of his X-wing and he can’t say anything for the lump in his throat when Poe takes off his gloves and puts his hands on Finn’s cheeks and tells him it’s going to be okay, and then he watches Black Squadron lift off, and Finn goes to the ground troop carrier and sits down and closes his eyes and takes long, deep, steadying breaths because Poe is right. Whatever happens now, at least they both know. 

They all come back, which is when the knot forms in Finn’s stomach. Now he has real problems.

The celebration lasts significantly longer than Finn wants to be there. From behind a cup of Whyren’s he watches them both, their orbits in different parts of the room that intersect just once, a moment that robs his breath because Poe claps Rey on the shoulder and her answering smile is the sun. She’s tired; Finn can practically feel it in his own bones. She makes one more round, saying her goodnights, and meets his eyes on her way out. 

Finn drains his cup. 

The corridor is deserted. The music and laughter fades the farther he walks, though the flush of victory and joy is just as thick throughout the barracks. He stops outside Rey’s quarters but doesn’t press the buzzer; she knows he’s there. If she wants to see him, she’ll–

The door slides open. “I kissed Poe this morning,” says Rey. 

She… before they… “Okay,” he manages. 

“Okay?” 

He tries for bluster, for hypocrisy. “Don’t the Jedi have something to say about attachments?” 

She squints at him. She has been nothing if not vocal about the dogma the old Jedi Order could stuff down a garbage chute. “I fought harder today than I might have. I wanted to come back to you.” 

Finn silently curses Basic for not having a distinction between singular and plural “you”. 

Rey turns at the same time Finn feels it: Poe, a little unsteady, a handful of meters away. “Stang,” Poe says softly. 

Finn gives Rey a wink, and rounds on him. “You lousy. Double crossing. Son of a–”

Poe has his hands up and is saying “Buddy” when Finn closes the distance and kisses him. He makes it a good one; he spent the whole damn day wanting to do it again. He guesses it must look good too, because Rey makes a noise (does he hear it or feel it?). Poe’s flightsuit is rolled down to his waist and Finn’s hand moves over the back of his undershirt, feeling his heartbeat. 

Poe pulls back after a few really good seconds and stares at him. “What the hell are we gonna do?” 

“Each other,” Rey says with conviction. “Right now.” 

“I agree,” Finn says. 

Poe licks his lips, a hair away from nodding. He never needs much of a plan. “Okay but. After that?” 

“Sleep for a year,” Rey says, stepping away from her door at last and catching Finn by the collar of his jacket. 

“Request larger quarters,” Finn suggests, walking backwards to keep up with her and pulling Poe along. 

“So wing it,” Poe says. “I’m really good at improvising.”

“It’s what we like about you,” Rey says, and shuts the door behind him.

catpella  asked:

love that tag essay on Han and Lando in their twenties! but I have to know - _did_ Lando think about it? and does he miss moving towards Han's star? what did he think when the stable life he built w/o Han came crashing down because of Han and now it was time to go out again, out into the void and away from the stability?

When they first—split, that’s the word for it; like skin or a carapace—Lando thought it all the time.

Mostly because Han had taken his ship, and Lando learned how to curse him in a dozen new languages, hitchhiking across the galaxy to Bespin. He misses his start date at Cloud City by three weeks, and it takes some serious grovelling on his part (and monumental laziness, on the Baron Administrator’s) to convince the Board to bring him on anyway.

It takes longer, to stop thinking, oh, I have to have tell—or turning to make some wry aside, only to realize there’s no one standing at his shoulder. To come back to his quarters and not whistle a greeting, or wait to hear an answer. (There’s a technician whose laugh is almost, and the droid repairman whose hands were, or the—)

Still, time passes. By the time Han bursts back into Lando’s life, it’s been long enough that Lando is simply, uncomplicatedly glad to see him. The split has healed over and the scar tissue of it doesn’t ache, not even at the way he looks at Princess Leia, the way she touches him.

He’s not even Lando’s Han anymore. Han Solo is trapped in Lando’s memory at nineteen standard—caught, like an insect in amber; the sticky opulence of youth having hardened around the memory. (That strange fervid night, the heat oppressive in the way it was sometimes on Corellia. Too many drinks too sweet on Lando’s tongue, and Han’s tongue, and Lando laughing, mouthing that smooth throat when Han said, Come on, come on, take me with you, let’s leave this dirtball behind and go, I want to be out there, among the worlds.

Later, Lando found out that Corellians called those hot, sticky nights wandering weather.)

His mouth knows a mouth from ten years ago and his hands have memorized taut ten-years-ago skin, and the phantom weight, warmth—that belongs to a Han who doesn’t exist, hasn’t existed since long before Cloud City, or Lando found himself charting a course for the nearest Rebellion base, Luke Skywalker clutching at his hacked-off wrist and making little choked noises that Lando can hear even from the cockpit. 

Lando’s Han is forever nineteen and beautiful, that stolen boy. But Lando’s not that swaggering young man who stole him anymore. “At least the chaos he brings with him is the same,” he sighs, and the wookiee—he’s new, like half the karking controls, what has Han been doing to this ship—makes a gargled hacking noise that Lando suspects is laughter.

Lando spends the next two years longing for Cloud City like it’s water, or air, or artificial gravity, protein packs. He almost doesn’t notice Han asking if he’s thought about them in all these years.

“No,” Lando says, because he’s always had a soft touch when it comes to this moofmilker, and he thinks it would be cruel to say, I was busy.

catpella  asked:

I can't stand the Trek reboot because of my heavy love of old Trek but OH MY GOD THAT CROSSOVER OH MY GOD LET ME WORSHIP YOU

STEP INTO MY ARMS AND BASK WITH ME.

And think, could it be anyone else? Could it really? On a purely narrative level?

I say unto you: IT CANNOT.

JUST. THINK OF CAPTAIN PENTECOST. THINK OF CAPTAIN PENTECOST AND HIS COLLECTION OF GINGERS. THINK OF HOW MUCH SHIT HERC GIVES HIM EVERY TIME HE GETS KIDNAPPED ON AN ALIEN WORLD OR GETS HIT ON BY A SMOKIN’ FINE PRINCESS.

THINK OF THE KAIDANOVSKIES RULING ENGINEERING AND THE SHIP-WIDE BOOTLEG LIQUOR TRADE.

THINK ABOUT HOT SHOT PILOT DUC JESSOP TRADING OFF SHIFTS WITH KAORI KOYAMADA, WHO’S ALWAYS ON THE BRIDGE WHEN THE INTERESTING STUFF HAPPENS. THINK ABOUT SERGIO D’ONOFRIO AND THE GAGE TWINS BUSTING THEIR KNUCKLES AND PEOPLE’S HEADS AS SHIP SECURITY (AND MAKING DAMN SURE NOBODY BEAMS DOWN IN RED, THEY WILL STICK YOU IN SCIENCE BLUES BEFORE YOU GET SENT DOWN TO RESCUE THE CAPTAIN, DAMNIT.)

THINK ABOUT THE WEIS WUNDERKINDING IT UP IN TACTICAL. THINK ABOUT SHIP PSYCHOLOGIST CAITLIN LIGHTCAP. THINK ABOUT XICHI PO IN CARTOGRAPHY AND LO HIN SHEN IN STELLAR IMAGING.

THINK ABOUT TIME-TRAVELING UNIVERSE WANDERING OLD VULCAN TAKING-NO-SHIT TAMSIN SEVIER CHECKING IN ON MAKO EVERY NOW AND THEN AND TRYING NOT TO GAZE TOO OBVIOUSLY AT LUNA AND REMINDING HER YOUNGER SELF NOT TO TAKE EVERYTHING SO SERIOUSLY.

I mean really, there could maybe be another version of this but NAH I’M JUST JOSHIN’ YOU THIS IS OBVS THE ONLY OPTION.

catpella replied to your post: rainingscissors replied to your photoset: More…

omg you’re playing GW2 beta too? awesome. how you like the combat?

I’ve not managed to play yet this weekend thanks to internet troubles but I’ve been in all the other betas and oh man I LOVE the combat so damn much. It’s the first MMO I’ve ever played that really makes you concentrate (outside of like… really high end raiding I guess)and I love that. I love how fast-paced and movement-based and unforgiving it is, but most of all I love that there’s no room for standing still and firing off rotations - I played WoW for years and my biggest beef with TOR has always been the combat system, so GW2 combat is so refreshing because it really keeps you focused and involved in the gameplay. And wow, yeah, I could talk about it forever - GW was my first online game and Tyria is kind of like home to me, so I’ve been ridiculously excited about GW2. It will never hit my story or character-development fixes in the way TOR does, but the gameplay - the combat, the exploration, the dynamic events, the amazing way it encourages cooperation over competition - is pretty much all my MMO dreams come true. I haven’t tried out the PvP yet, but I’m excited to see it - I bet the combat system can make it pretty exciting.

Are you playing too? What do you make of it, if so?

your fave is problematic: catpella

  • can’t eat cheese, the food of love
  • too good at SWTOR OCs, which makes me suspicious
  • introduced me to Yuletide, which was a beautiful disaster for everyone but most of all for my headcanon Art3mis
  • can anything good come out of Florida??? doubtful

catpella  asked:

Fels, #7!

Superpower

fffffffff omg

funny you should ask that as he’s one of the very few characters i haven’t tried to fit into a superhero AU

I’m probably gonna refer to AUs a lot I’m not even sorry you’re gonna see just how weird my brain is

ICE POWERS.  /chiss stereotypes

twist:  Not “frozone blast your face with icicles” ice powers.  Most likely “can make it snow gently and possibly make snowmen” ice powers.