big groups of friends, action films, sugary popcorn, creamy drinks, the scent of sweet caramel, the colour navy blue, play fighting, sleeping really late, taking risks, the company of best friends, the cutest expressions.
peaceful train rides, repeating songs, dark captivating eyes, silky hair, the taste of newly opened soda, smiling at strangers, daydreaming, grey scale with bright colours, high fiving friends.
the feel of fresh paper, the taste and scent of dark chocolate, sarcastic replies, expressive eyes, bright emotions, gentle touches, kisses on the hand, warm scarves, fingerless gloves.
soft sweaters, the scent of coffee, smooth clean hair, pale skin, vanilla, pattens in the stars, beautiful silence, holding hands, gorgeous eyes, cuddling, golden light, evening time, a good book, the colours brown and red.
warm sunlight, the feel of sand on your feet, the colours yellow and blue, cloudless skies, shining smiles, loose ponytails, freedom, ice cream on a hot day, playing childish games with friends.
prolonged eye contact, comforting whispers, soft cheek kisses, quiet music, late night talking, warm blankets, the scent of a new book, shy smiles, rain against a window, steely grey sky, heavy rain clouds, blue jeans.
cups of steaming tea, fluffy hair, sweet licorice, big heavy hoodies, sci-fi novels and series, silly faces, dark lighting, the colour silver, messy beds, sleeping through alarms, the scent of s fresh morning.
little inside jokes, hugs with friends, kisses on the neck, hues of green, dew-sprinkled grass, playful nudges, cheesy selfies, carving into trees, the scent of a forest.
the flicker of street lights at night, the gentle hum of cars in the distance, long and warm laughter, shorts and loose clothing, the cool midnight air, adrenaline rushes, short giggles, linking arms.
the scent of fresh fruit, neon colours, bright sunrises, singing slow songs, tracing patterns out of clouds, sweet ice popsicles, fuzzy socks, accidental hand touches, a glass of refreshing fruit juice.
clean pillows, hair in buns, a sip of fresh water on a warm day, amazing friendships, first crushes, the scent of coconut, showering in the morning, modern design.
running with the wind on your face, perfect grins, seashells, drawing on rocks with chalk, painting in to wet sand, bright hair, soft sea foam, pastel colours, little secret gifts, surprise tickles.
Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.
Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.
Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.
A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.
You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears.
You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t
Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around.
The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.
Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.
You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.
You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.
The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.
You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket.
“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.
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“Yes, nana,” replied Teddy sleepily as he yawned. It was a warm summer morning and he wasn’t used to waking up this early during summer.
“You’ve got mail,” said Andromeda with a grin on her face. “Want to open it?”
“I don’t know,” she said with her eyebrow raised. “You are eleven after all.”
Teddy jumped from his bed and ran to where Andy was standing with a letter in her hand, no sign of his exhaustion from mere minutes ago. He didn’t wait for her to stretch out the letter, he snatched from her, his eyes filled with wonder.
He turned the letter around and saw the crimson wax seal stamp with the Hogwarts emblem on it. He tore it carefully, afraid of hurting whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter and dropped the envelope on the floor.
Dear Mr. Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Teddy’s eyes grew twice the size and he looked up at his grandmother with such glee that Andromeda couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes.
“I wonder which house I’m going to be in,” he said as he read the letter once more. “I hope I’m in Gryffindor like my dad.”
“Well,” laughed Andy. “Your mum was a Hufflepuff and there’s nothing wrong with other houses, you know.”
“You were a Slytherin, right?”
“I sure was.”
“He was a Hufflepuff, too,” she replied as her eyes drifted off remembering the first time she saw Ted Tonks in 4th year with his yellow and purple scarf around his neck laughing at a joke one of his friends had told. “And you know Aunt Luna is a Ravenclaw.”
“I know but I’d rather be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff,” he said with a sad face. “You know, like my parents.”
“The Sorting Hat is an incredible object dear,” said Andy with a soft smile. “I’m sure it will put you in the best house for you. So… pancakes for breakfast?”
“Yes!” exclaimed Teddy and he went back in his room to put his letter on his desk as his grandmother left for the kitchen. He then ran down the stairs to the kitchen hoping she was making the pancakes with magic. He wasn’t disappointed to find plates and eggs flying around the kitchen once he entered.
They spent their breakfast talking about Hogwarts and the houses. Andy explained how the school wasn’t the way it used to be anymore. How Slytherin was such a mess when she went to school but slowly got their reputation back. Teddy had always been interested in the Wizarding World but recently his curiosity over Hogwarts had been overwhelming which required Andy to tell the same stories over and over again but she wasn’t complaining. The way Teddy’s eyes shined with happiness was worth it.
“Nana,” began Teddy excitedly. “We should let Harry know that I got the letter!”
“Ah, you’re right.”
With that Andy summoned some parchment and a quill and wrote to Harry about Teddy’s letter. In five minutes, their owl had left the house to go to Godric’s Hollow.
“Now, I have something to show you,” said Andy as she sat down on their sofa in the living room and Teddy climbed next to her as he looked up at her expectedly. She was holding a very thick photo album in her hand. “Your grandpa liked taking pictures the muggle way.”
Teddy smiled and got comfortable next to his nana, he knew this was going to take some time but it was his favourite thing to do with Andy, looking at the old pictures of his mother.
“This album is from the day she got her letter and onwards,” she explained as she slid her fingers softly over the picture of her daughter. “Back when she still used black hair.”
“She looks like you when she has black hair,” pointed out Teddy looking longingly at her mother at the age of eleven. She was smiling at the letter she was holding in her hand. Teddy had seen many pictures of his mum with different hair colours but never with black.
“I always thought she looked more like Ted,” she said smiling at the memory of her daughter and husband. “You look like them a lot as well.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” she answered as she tapped on Teddy’s nose softly making the little boy giggle. “You are more like her than you can imagine and I’m not even talking about the metamorphmagus abilities you have.”
“This is from before we went to the King’s Cross to send her off,” sighed Andy. “We tried talking her out of it but she wasn’t having it. So she went to school with half purple and half yellow hair.”
Teddy was laughing at the picture and thinking about doing the same thing in his second year, it didn’t matter which house he was in.
“I’m going to do it, too,” he said finally after he stopped laughing and Andy rolled her eyes.
“Of course you are,” she teased. “Like mother like son, right?”
They didn’t talk for a while after that and kept looking at the pictures. They weren’t moving like regular pictures did but Teddy appreciated them still. Andy explained when the pictures were from every now and then but other than that both of them were lost in their thoughts. It was such a heavy burden for a eleven year old Andy thought but she showed the pictures she had. She thought Teddy deserved to know who his parents were and Andy was one of the few people who can show him. She wasn’t going to deny him that.
“Her face stays the same all the time though,” said Teddy.
“I loved her for that,” replied Andy with a small laugh. “Her eyes and her hair changed all the time. She did it unintentionally when she was a baby so even I don’t know what colour her eyes are but she never changed the way she looked permanently even though she could.”
“I would never do that either,” said Teddy proudly. “Do you know what colour my eyes were?”
“No dear,” admitted Andy. “The moment you looked into your dad’s eyes, they turned amber and changed every time someone you liked held you.”
“Oh,” mumbled Teddy. “I like amber though.”
“I like amber, too,” she agreed smiling warmly at Teddy. “When you have my pale grey eyes you look so much like your Uncle Sirius, like you do right now.”
Andromeda got lost in the memory of his cousin and how much he would have loved Teddy. Teddy looked like Sirius but was more like Regulus on the inside and the memory of the younger Black boy turned Andy’s stomach upside down. Even since she found out what he did, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t do enough to save him or how Sirius died not knowing what his little brother did. Andy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of these thoughts in her head.
They were slowly coming to the end of the album. As she was looking at all the pictures of her daughter with her friends and family, she saw a drop of water fall down on the album. She lifted her head up to Teddy and gasped unwillingly as her eyes filled up with tears.
“Teddy,” she whispered softly. “You don’t have to try to hold it in when you are with me, you don’t ever have to do that.”
“I know dear,” she confessed. “I know photographs aren’t enough. I know it will never be enough and I’m sorry.”
“I just wish I could show them my letter,” said Teddy. “I wish she could share my excitement with me and tell me I will be a Hufflepuff no matter what Dad says.”
Teddy looked guilty for some reason but Andy thought she would let him do the talking, she never tried to make him feel better when he was crying because she never knew what to say.
“I love you, nana,” he continued through his hiccups. “I love you so much but I miss them, too.”
“Never think I will replace them Teddy, not Harry not me. We will never try to.”
“I’m so lucky to have you but I just wish I had them as well,” sobbed Teddy, his head on his grandmother’s chest as she stroked his pick hair softly.
“Me, too, Teddy,” sighed Andromeda. “All of us do.”
“I came as soon as I saw the–” began Harry but stopped cold in his tracks. “Teddy your hair…”
“What?” said Teddy before he ran to the mirror. He had bubblegum pink hair that looked fluorescent with his pale skin. “I didn’t– I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“You look so much like her,” babbled Harry as he looked at his godson with so much wonder in his eyes. “It suits you Teddy.”
“I-I can’t look in the mirror like this everyday,” he said as he pressed his palms on his eyes. “I need to change it, it’s like seeing her. I can’t do that.”
He closed his eyes and focused on changing his hair to whatever colour, he didn’t care he just wanted it to change. When he opened his eyes he had bright blue hair and he thought it was a good tribute to his mother without giving him so much pain.
“I think this is better,” he smiled a little after he saw the concern in his godfather and nana’s eyes.
“Yes it is,” replied Andy as he hugged him tightly. “You are such a strong boy Teddy, I don’t know where the Sorting Hat will place but I feel like he’s going to have a hard time.”
“I think purple would look amazing on you,” grinned Harry before he kneeled down to give Teddy a hug. “However, any house would be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks Harry,” he mumbled.
“Now, I want to see your letter, can you go and get it for me?” he asked and Teddy’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Of course,” he replied before running off to his room.
Harry took the time to bring some water for Andromeda and sit down on the couch with her.
“Are you okay, Andy?”
“It hurts me to see how much pain he goes through every time we do something like this,” she explained. “But he wants to do it, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I shouldn’t do this for a while.”
“No Andy,” objected Harry softly. “I think it’s a part of the healing process. I would have given anything to know more about my parents even if it gave me pain.”
“You’re right,” said Andy wiping away the tears from her eyes just as Teddy ran into the room and jumped on Harry’s lap with the letter. Harry read the letter intently and gave it back to Teddy.
“So I was wondering if I could come to the Diagon Alley with you guys when you go. We can visit Uncle George and eat ice cream,” offered Harry to a grinning Teddy. Teddy lifted his eyes up to his grandmother to ask for approval.
“Well of course you could Harry,” said Andy before smiling warmly at the both of them.
“We can even look at brooms,” Harry whispered to Teddy and he giggled in response.
“No,” came the voice of Andy from the kitchen and Harry winked at Teddy making him go into a giggling fit and the sound of it made Andy feel better in a matter of seconds.
AJHDJF FF jesus thank you for pointing that out i cannot believe i did that. i was using the same colour palette for marauders, golden & silver trios’ uniforms and was working on autopilot to get these done today and i just didnt even stop to think oh MAN
Researchers identify specific neurons that distinguish between reality and imagination
New Western University research shows
that neurons in the part of the brain found to be abnormal in psychosis
are also important in helping people distinguish between reality and
The researchers, Dr. Julio Martinez-Trujillo, principal investigator and professor at Western University’s Schulich School of Medicine & Dentistry and Dr. Diego Mendoza-Halliday, postdoctoral researcher at M.I.T.,
investigated how the brain codes visual information in reality versus
abstract information in our working memory and how those differences are
distributed across neurons in the lateral prefrontal cortex region of
the brain. The results were published in Nature Communications.
“You can look at my shirt, and then if I move out of your vision,
even with your eyes open you can still see the colour of my shirt in
your mind,” explained Martinez-Trujillo, based at the Brain and Mind Institute and Robarts Research Institute
at Western University. “That is what we call working memory
representations or short-term memory representations – they are
abstract, they are imaginary and they don’t exist in reality, but in our
minds. Real objects in our visual field, we call perceptual
representations. We are trying to determine whether there are neurons in
the brain that can signal to a person whether a representation is real
By having subjects perform two tasks – one where they had to report
the direction of movement of a cloud of dots they could see on a
computer screen, and one where they had to report the cloud direction a
few seconds after it disappeared based on a memory of the image – they
found that neurons in the Lateral Prefrontal Cortex encoded perceived
and memorized information to various degrees and in different
combinations of strength.
“We might have expected that the neurons that are active when we
perceive a visual object are the same ones that memorize it; or, on the
contrary, that one group of neurons perceives the object and a
completely different group memorizes it; but instead, we found that all
of the above are true to a certain extent,” said Mendoza-Halliday, first
author on the study. “We have perception neurons, memory neurons, and
also neurons that do both things.”
The Lateral Prefrontal Cortex has been shown to be dysfunctional in
individuals with schizophrenia, who have hallucinations or delusions.
However, so far, researchers have not been able to pinpoint the source
of this dysfunction.
Using machine-learning, the researchers created a computer algorithm
that could read out the pattern of neurons firing in the Prefrontal
Cortex and reliably determine whether a subject was perceiving a cloud
of dots or remembering one they had seen before. Martinez-Trujillo hopes
that by pinpointing the specific neurons responsible for distinguishing
between reality and imagination, they might be better able to treat
disorders like schizophrenia that cause patients to confuse what’s real
and what isn’t.
“I would argue that schizophrenia is not a neurochemical disorder of
the whole brain,” said Martinez-Trujillo. “It is only a neurochemical
disorder in specific parts of the brain.”
Currently, pharmacological treatments for these disorders change the
neurochemistry in the entire brain, often causing unintended
side-effects. By targeting only the specific neurons responsible for
these disturbances, Martinez-Trujillo hopes they may be able to minimize
Okay, so I’m most likely completely wrong here, BUT
The entire time while watching Howl’s Moving Castle there was this tiny detail which kept bothering me. It was just a feeling, a hunch and nothing that was ever adressed in the movie, BUT
Look at Howl’s eyes
They seemed awfully familiar, like I’ve seen eyes like that somewhere… Not sure where… Then, halfway through, I remembered:
These characters’ eyes remind me a lot of Howl’s throughout the movie because they’re designed in a similar way with similar colours. The purpose of this is to indicate that these characters are, you guessed it, blind
And that was my hunch. I’ve been getting the feeling taht Howl was blind. So I decided to try and see what was it that was giving me this feeling. And it was the way Howl looks/sees
Okay, that makes no sense, let me try to explain: I’m writing a blind character, so I’ve done and I’m doing research on blindness and amongst other things, the way blind people’s eyes “behave”, so to speak
What I mean is: since a blind person can’t see, their eyes move a lot less. Most of the time their eyes are kept on one spot, making them look like they’re gazing off into distance. Also, even if they are close to you and have their eyes on you, they still seem like they’re looking into the distance and not you. And throughout the movie that’s exactly what Howl does. It’s even seen in the screenshots above. Howl is close to Sophie but he doesn’t seem to be looking at her, he seems to be looking at… nothing
Is it just me who sees it this way??
Now, this definitely can’t count as a theory because this is all based off of a feeling I had and the fact that Howl’s eyes kinda sorta look like what drawn blind eyes look like
I have nothing to support my claim except a hunch and vague similarity
And, well, this:
Calcifer asks for something of Sophie’s, which is basically how you form a contract with a demon, if I got it all right, and he suggests her eyes
Before discarding my silly idea alltogether, I looked into it some more, encouraged by this line by Calcifer
And I found that all characters from this movie have differently coloured eyes. Even the blue eyed characters have more colour in their eyes than Howls, whose are kinda blue-ish
Except for the Witch of the Waste
So, maybe this is just a witch/wizard thing to have eyes like that, BUT Madame Suliman, a witch, doesn’t have eyes like that
And, if I got it all right, Howl and the Witch of the Waste are the only ones mentioned to have made a contract with a demon which is something the plot is all about, you know, giving something to the demon
Now, it is also said that Howl gave his heart to Calcifer but later we see that Howl’s heart sorta created Calcifer, so…. Did he really give it to him?
And that’s my thought. Not a theory, not something I expect to be true because there’s a lot of “if”s, but I just wanted to point this out because it’s been on my mind for a while
After drawing Alucard last night, I realized that there was one other character that I draw crazy eyelashes for, and that was Kakyoin, though I tend to overdo it as a style choice. Alucard’s will always win though, because his are actually like that, I’m not exaggerating them.
SO, uh, here, enjoy this crossover no one asked for lol