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Victor Nikiforov // History Maker ❉ 

I ! am ! finally ! done ! This was one of those were you go, eh, I’ll start it, I’ll doubt I’ll finish it, but whatever. So here’s Anders, kudos to @timesorceror again, for making this a thing.

havent-the-faintest  asked:

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT ANY AND EVERY POSSIBLY JEWISH CHARACTER. but i gotta tell u that holster is jewish and the only thing he knows how to make are latkes. that's it. all he can cook is make latkes. but he teams up with bitty (who got his recipe for matzoh ball soup from online, but it's ok as long as bitty made it it'll be good) and on the first night of hanukkah they make dinner for the haus (+ cait, nurseydex, etc.) & holster skypes w/ his family when they light the menorah @ home it's great

you saying that it’s the only thing he knows how to make is making me picture holster’s dinner night at the haus. like every week it’s his day to make dinner and everyone’s just like, whelp, it’s latke time. someone asks him if he’s ever thought of learning how to make something else, he just stares at them for a minute.

what’s his opinion on applesauce v sour cream though?

  • me: wow it's late and I'm super sleepy
  • ADHD:
  • me:
  • ADHD:
  • me: no? nothing? alright well I'll just
  • ADHD: you need to write a whole book right now
  • me:
  • ADHD: also see if that store has cool sweaters
  • me: listen
  • ADHD: also you need to reread harry potter immediately all of them
  • me:
  • ADHD: and do your eyebrows also maybe masturbate ? except you have a headache
  • me:
  • ADHD: let's talk about aliens tho
  • me:
  • ADHD: also you need to reconsider your entire future and everything you've had roughly plotted out since you were fourteen
  • me: simultaneously?
  • ADHD: well you'll forget all this within the next ten minutes so
  • me:
  • ADHD:
  • me:
  • ADHD: so yeah
  • me:
  • ADHD: chop chop motherfucker
Shit APH Australia Does #45

Set his world meetings in the weirdest named and most inconvenient places whenever it’s his turn to host them

better names for CR NPCs

- fabulous magic purple gay in need of rest
- tol wise arcana queen who is done with your shit but too polite to tell you so
- smol angry rootin tootin hammer swingin child
- superhumanly patient sarcastic teenage ruler of so much more than she asked for (and of whom we are all so proud)
- emotionally traumatized socially awkward stabby young boy
- witty little joke-cracking gig-playing minx of stubbornness
- dirty-minded occasionally hoofed mostly unhelpful archfey prick
- endearingly creepy businessman turned tour guide with literal fire in his veins

McKirk HP Universe AU. 

Mildly based on Fantastic Beasts, but with only a few references. No real spoilers with regards to the story of Newt & co.

  • Being a wizard in a 1920’s New York is not easy. In fact, all over America, the laws for witches and wizards require you keep your identity hidden from those with no magic; all too afraid it would scare them into starting a war. But Jim Kirk lives in a wizarding community in Brooklyn, and the strong spells protecting the area means he’s not afraid to be discovered. He’s also often incredibly bored. Even at work, as an Auror, most of his job entails chasing after minor lawbreakers. All the while he, himself, actually uses spells in the presence of people without magic. It’s a kind of thrill he looks for, and he never gets caught. 
  • Until one time he does. He walks the streets on fifth avenue, passing Macy’s, and he’s interested in one of those gorgeous suits displayed in the window. There’s no way he has any money for that, be it wizarding money or otherwise. So he takes out his wand, muttering a spell under his breath, and just like that his outfit changes. He’ll definitely get into that gala tonight when he’s dressed like that.
  • “Hey!” Leonard calls out to him, and Jim is startled when he feels someone grabbing his arm, “I saw that - how did you do that?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jim says, frowning at the stranger and trying to be as casual about the situation as possible. “I’m sorry, but I really have to go–” “Hey!” Another voice rings, and Jim sighs when one of the security comes running out of the store, “stop! Thief!” Cursing under his breath, Jim uses apparition to teleport out of the street, but because the stranger is holding on to him, he’s dragged along, too. And as soon as they reappear in a narrow alleyway, Leonard let’s go of him in an instant. “What was that? How did you… where are we?” “Of course,” Jim says, “you’re a nomaj.” “A what?” “No magic. I’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. But don’t worry, okay? You’re not gonna feel a thing,” he says, lifting up his wand to press it against the side of Leonard’s head, but Leonard swats Jim’s hand away. ”Don’t touch me with that thing.”
  • Uhura catches Jim off guard, approaching him and yelling at him for using magic to steal, and then apparate, too. Leonard uses the time Jim is distracted with this woman to sneak away. Jim turns to look at him, and then curses at the empty spot next to him. “Did you at least obliviate him?” Uhura asks, and Jim groans. “I was getting to it!” Jim says. “You better make sure you do it,” Uhura says firmly, “I don’t want to have report this to MACUSA,” she says, and Jim grits his teeth. “Then don’t.”
  • He doesn’t actually find Leonard again that day, and it makes him a little nervous. He’s trained to find wizards, and he’s very good at it, too. How can someone with no magic keep himself hidden so well? So he doesn’t find Leonard, but Leonard finds him instead. Jim got himself stuck in a duel between two dark wizards. He knows his spells pretty well, but he’s not at all prepared for one of the unforgivable curse thrown his way. Jim sinks to the ground, his entire body in so much sudden pain he passes out. He’s in a tiny apartment when he wakes up, lying on a couch with a cup of steaming hot coffee on the saloon table next to him. Sitting up straight, he looks around in confusion. Leonard’s reading a book on the lounge chair nearby, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “You.” “I found you in an alley,” Leonard says, “you were out for almost all night. Are you alright? You look like you got hit by a truck,” he says, and Jim rubs his forehead. “I feel like that happened.” “I’m a doctor,” Leonard explains, “I checked you over, but I found no external wounds.” “No,” Jim says, reaching out for the cup and holding it in his hands, “you wouldn’t have. It was magic.” “Yeah, I figured it was your hocus pocus,” Leonard says. Jim turns to sit comfortably against the back rest of the couch. “You know I’m going to have to remove these things from your memory,” Jim says, and Leonard raises his eyebrows. “That’s not happening.”
  • Leonard asks him so many questions, and he’s genuinely interested, too. Not at all scared and defensive like they always predicted the nomajes would react. Leonard wants to know about the Magical Congress of the US. He holds Jim’s wand in his hands, and nothing happens when he swings it, but Jim shows him how he makes objects float. It’s okay, because he’s going to remove all of this from Leonard’s memory anyway. “So what about a school?” Leonard asks, “where did you learn?” “Ilvermorny,” Jim says, “my house was a Wampus.” “I don’t know what that means,” Leonard says, and Jim grins. “Everyone is sorted in a house, and you compete with your house to be the best at the end of the year. It promotes team work and studying harder,” Jim explains with a smile. “What was this school called again?” Leonard asks, and when Jim repeats it, Leonard just suddenly gets up. Jim is left alone in confusion, until Leonard returns. He sits down next to Jim on the couch, and he holds a letter in his hand. Jim recognizes the logo immediately, and he frowns. “That’s from Ilvermorny!” he says, “how?” “My daughter,” Leonard explains, “I thought it was a prank letter at first, but they keep coming.” “That’s incredible,” Jim says, because really, in this time and age, children of those without magic rarely end up in magic schools. “That means your daughter’s a witch,” he continues. “Kind of like my ex-wife,” Leonard laughs, and Jim doesn’t realize that’s a joke at first, and when he does, he narrows his eyes. “Rude.”
  • But Jim can’t obliviate Leonard anymore. Not now. Not now Leonard has a child who’s going to need the support of an understanding parent. Leonard might not have magic, but him understanding the world a little better would still make such a big difference to a young girl, as opposed to having a parent who’s constantly losing all their memory over a young teenager’s school progress. So instead, when Joanna comes to visit, Jim takes Leonard and Joanna out to the magic shops. They find Joanna a suitable wand, and when Leonard flat out refuses to give her a cat to look after, Jim suggests an owl instead. That way, they can also easily write back and forth. “She doesn’t know how to take care of an owl,” Leonard says, “and neither do I!” “Relax,” Jim says, “you’ll learn.” Jim assists Joanna in buying books, and a cauldron, and Leonard looks increasingly more grateful the more weird stuff they’re buying.
  • “What if she forgot something?” “We’ll send it by owl,” Jim says. “What if she gets bullied for having, y'know, non-magical parents?” “I’m sure she’ll be fine.” “But what if she doesn’t like it? Or gets hurt? I don’t even know where this school is.” “Leonard,” Jim says, turning to face the other man, “she’s going to love it, okay? It’s just like any other school. Joanna’s smart, she could already use the Lumos spell after I showed her.” “Which is illegal, according to your law book,” Leonard points out as they walk home from the train station. “Oh, you really read that? I’m impressed,” Jim laughs, nudging Leonard’s side, “calm down about this, okay? Joanna’s a clever girl, they’ll love her. And I’ll never let anyone take your memory away, I promise.” Leonard huffs. “You’re terrible at your job, then,” he says, and Jim laughs. “Maybe.” 
  • When they arrive at Leonard’s apartment door, Jim slides his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t really have an excuse to hang out at Leonard’s place anymore now that Joanna is off to Ilvermorny. But he’s desperately trying to find an excuse to stick around. “Thank you,” Leonard says, sudden enough to get Jim’s attention. “For what?” “Sticking around. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t think I would’ve let Jo go to that school. I don’t know anything about it, and there are no records of it anywhere, so…” “Don’t worry about it,” Jim says, “and anyway, there’s not a lot I’m not willing to do for a handsome face and a good-hearted doctor.” Leonard laughs, soft, but genuine, and Jim loves the look in his eyes when he does. And so Jim leans in, pressing a quick kiss to Leonard’s lips. Mostly experimental, but it feels surprisingly right. Leonard looks at him in shock, but then he leans in, too. Slower, this time, lasting longer, and Jim’s definitely breathless when he pulls away. “This, for the record,” Leonard says, “is frowned upon in both your world and my own.” Jim laughs, grabbing Leonard’s hand and walking up the steps towards the front door. “It’s fine, Leo.” “Maybe you should obliviate the neighbors just to be sure.” “I’m not going to do that,” Jim replies, “I’m not sure how well it bodes for me that you’re starting to understand so much of my world.” Leonard uses his key to open the door, letting Jim inside first. “With you and Joanna in it, it’s part of my world, too.”

thefashionwannabe  asked:

What about a hc were MC is a hip hop dancer and is even in a girl dance group like Flavvah 8(might have spelled it wrong) if you know who they are how would the RFA+Saeran react

This is a tough one, not at all
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  • When you told him
  • He finds it pretty cool
  • He’s dating a talented woman!
  • The first thing he wants to do is see you and your group doing a performance
  • You told him that you’re going to train next week
  • He didn’t even think, he’ll be there
  • When he sees you and your group dancing
  • His jaw is on the floor
  • He can’t even imagine someone dancing with such a passion, so fast
  • He’ll see all your group performances on the internet when he gets a chance
  • If he’s free, he’ll be there seeing you in person
  • He just loves the way you guys dance
  • He’ll just the video to his friends, he has to brag about it


  • He is dating an artist like him!
  • When you told him, he’ll want to watch you
  • It’s the first thing that comes to his mind
  • When he sees you dancing
  • Oh god, he’s really in love
  • Those moves make him crazy
  • He don’t even look at your partners, it’s just you
  • He’ll ask for you to teach him
  • He wants to dance with you
  • And he wants you to dance for him sometimes
  • Zen, go take a cold shower


  • Is this art?
  • The only art she knows is Zen’s performances
  • Could we watch it now?
  • No Jaehee, you’ll watch me dance
  • She agrees, she could watch it, what’s the problem with that?
  • When she watches, she looks like someone that discovered a new color
  • She thinks it’s so fantastic 
  • You’re so fantastic
  • She’s fangirling about it
  • She’s your number one fan
  • She’ll support you, everywhere in everything
  • You’re an art
  • She’ll make a fan club by the way


  • What is this genre?
  • What is this music?
  • What is going on?
  • He doesn’t understand what you’re talking about
  • But you’re so happy to invite him that he cannot say no
  • He’ll go
  • When he watches , his eyes are on you, only you
  • Like seriously, he can’t take his eyes off you
  • You’re a masterpiece
  • He loves it
  • It’s something that he didn’t know it, but now he wants to know all about it
  • He’ll say multiple times how you need to have all his support
  • He’ll tell about your group to everyone that he knows
  • You’ll get the attention that you deserve


  • He knew it
  • He’s doing the same thing he did to Zen
  • Spreading you like a virus
  • This always works
  • He will make shirts with the name of your group
  • Your partners will not like him in the training
  • He just screams so much your name
  • It’s cute
  • But it interrupts the concentration
  • He doesn’t care
  • If they kick him out, he’ll find a way to come back
  • They already give up
  • Let him stay
  • The most devoted fan


  • He doesn’t understand it
  • And looks like he doesn’t want to know about it too
  • He always does that
  • “Cool”
  • “You want to watch one of our performances?”
  • “Whatever”
  • When he watches he is fascinated
  • His face tells it
  • He loves how you’re dancing, he’s not even listening to the songs or looking away, his eyes are stuck in you
  • He doesn’t want you to dance to other people see, but you’re so happy about it that he’ll not even say something about it
  • If you ask him if he likes it, he’ll say “It was okay”
  • He’ll never admit how much he likes it
  • And how much he want you to dance for him

Me: *sees Laura’s new picture of Winter*

Me: *casually sees something about Redbubble but doesn’t think about it*

Me: *looks at it again*

Me: Wait a minute….does this mean…???

Me: *runs to Redbubble*


  • A thought just occured to me. Has any of the contradicting information surrounding the ages of the palladins ever said the H/L/K where all the same age. The only thing I remember seeing is that they're teens to late teens supposedly. So for all we know L@nce could be 16 and K@ith could be 19. Poor antis would have to deal with the dreaded age gap, liking a bad ship and being nasty evil pedos lol.