excuse their canon

- severus snape canon au week -
day onet h e . b a c k s t o r y :

                        fix it, different sorting - dear child bears 
                        names. but how would it actually effect severus
                        snape, if someone unexpected - yet expected - 
                        got sorted with him?


                                                             /// 260 words

Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” asked the unfamiliar boy, running a pair of fingers through his messy black hair, peering at the boy lounging opposite him.

The other boy didn’t smile.

My whole family have been in Slytherin”, he said slowly, seemingly weighing each syllable on his tongue.

Blimey”, said the first boy and pushed up his glasses further up on his nose. “And I thought you seemed all right!

The frown deepened, Lily was gaping slightly and Severus had to nudge her side to make her close her mouth.

And I thought you seemed unprejudiced, but I guess we can’t all be right”, the second boy retorted.

Severus looked back at the bespectacled boy again, who had clinched his lips into a narrow line and stood up, grabbing his bag, which Severus couldn’t help but notice was in excellent condition. So was the other boy’s. He suddenly felt ashamed for his very worn sports bag and tried to push it further back underneath his seat.

I’d rather not sit with snakes”, the short haired boy said, shooting an icy look on the boy who remained, before leaving the compartment.

The remaining boy found himself alone with Severus and Lily, who immediately tried to pretend like they hadn’t followed the exchange very closely. Severus could notice a vague red colour spreading on Lily cheeks, she wasn’t used to be caught spying.

The boy grinned at them and scooted closer to them.

My name is Sirius”, he said, holding out his hand. “Sirius Black.

           a d d i t i o n a l . i n f o :
in this timeline, sirius’ home life was not disastrous. his parents was very much considered dark, but they loved him above anything and supported him - giving sirius no reason to wish to disassociate with them. at the mere age of eleven he was already accustomed to the prejudice “ d a r k “ wizards faced and with them, the house of slytherin.

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

Lego Batman Head-Canons

So, here goes a series of my own head-canons for this utterly lovable movie/fandom… Sorry for all the Bruce&Dick focus, but I’m pretty family-obsessed.

1. Eventually, both Bruce and Dick have fun addressing each other as “Dad”/
“Son” in as many languages as they can

2. With each first time that Bruce sees Dick sleep-deprived/sick/hurt/sad, he buckles down further as a ‘proper’ parent and instills changes to give Dick a more normal lifestyle… while still balancing the hero roles, of course

3. Dick makes such a big deal out of Father’s Day and makes Bruce feel so lucky in his new life that the next day, he immediately investigates all he can about Children’s Day in order to make that day just as special for Dick

4. Dick will be the ONLY Robin/child of Bruce… However, missions soon become filled with a younger generation as practically each hero of the Justice League recruits a sidekick and/or child of their own (Superman will have Conner and Supergirl, Flash will have Kid Flash, Wonder Woman with Wonder Girl and so on…)

5. As wary as the villains naturally are of Batman, they grow terrified of any misstep they might commit in actually harming/endangering Robin. They know they have to somewhat pull punches with Boy Wonder or else Batman will lose his almost-suave/casual approach of vigilantism and actually become a merciless fighting machine that will not stop even with the police sirens signalling that arrest is necessary (NOT relentless beatings)

6. When Robin falls asleep during movie night, Batman actually grows to enjoy the ritual of carrying him to bed and tucking him in. On some occasions, Alfred and Barbara offer to help by carrying the youngest batfamily member, but Bruce always insists he do it because his muscles are perfect for the job (and secretly, he sees it as a parental privilege he wants to hog all to himself ^_^)

7. Batman opens up a whole new wall for family photos, especially those of him teaching Dick something, such as: riding a bat-cycle, swimming with the dolphins, master-building… *wink wink* :3

8. Robin loves dress-up parties as much as his Dad does, so he keeps sneaking into all the wardrobes in the house. Bruce tries to repress his fond smiles as he watches Robin on his ever-monitoring computer, gazing at the too-long sleeves and bulky uniforms on the smaller form of his son.

9. Dick is completely unaware of how much he has Bruce wrapped around his finger. All he has to do is say “Please” or any variation of “Dad” while flashing puppy eyes to get his father to agree to practically anything he wants. He’s also confused by the contained laughter around him (usually coming from Alfred or Barbara, but in some cases, it’s also with the Justice League members) as Batman finally caves and makes up an excuse for retracting his previous refusals

10. Eventually, when he’s more comfortable in his role as father, Bruce doesn’t wait for Robin to fall asleep in order to drop a kiss on the boy’s forehead and wish him a good night’s sleep, sometimes even tenderly calling his son by Dick’s favorite new moniker: baby bird (a nickname that instinctively sprung up when Batman was trying to console a sobbing Robin for the first time)



Joe Hisaishi Music in Skating ft. Elizabet Tursynbaeva and Yuzuru Hanyu

Track list:

  1. Mononoke Hime (x)
  2. View of Silence (x)
  3. Asian Dream Song (x)
Okay, Undertale fandom. Listen up.

No no no no. Just no. I’m not gonna deal with this crap.

Please, all of you, tell me exactly where in Undertale it says that Frisk is gender less? Got anything? No? Okay, then be quiet.

I really, really don’t know where it started, maybe it’s because people didn’t think about it before they blurted it out. Frisk doesn’t have a canon gender, therefore they must be gender less, right?


I’m really not having this. It’s just ridiculous. Never, anywhere in the game does it say Frisk is gender less. True, it never says she is female. It never says she is male. It never says anything, and guess what?

That’s the point.

It’s not meant to say anything.


Because Frisk is you. Frisk is the player. She is the person being controlled throughout the game, she is the one that you are playing as, she is you. Which means that whatever gender you see her as, you damn well go for it! I just- I can’t believe all of you have forgotten how RPG’s work. In most RPG’s, you choose the character’s gender before the game.

And as I’m sure you all noticed, this hasn’t been done in Undertale. Why?

It’s done to not define Frisk, the player, you as two single genders - so you can see Frisk as gender less, as transgender, as gender fluid. And that’s amazing, it really is. I love the thought of it.

So when did this creative and inclusive idea suddenly turn into calling out or attacking people who consider Frisk as female or male?

It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I get that trans and genderless and gender fluid get treated so badly and I really hate that. But that’s not an excuse to forget or shun the existence of male and female. And I’m sorry, but I am 100% female and always will be. So to me? Unless canonically a certain gender in an Undertale AU, Frisk, to me? Will always be 100% female. Undertale Frisk. I’ve created my own AU (or have it in the works) where Chara is female and Frisk is genderless - not because it’s Undertale canon, not because of respect towards genderless people but because it suits them. Because I like it. And if that, as a genderless person makes you feel happy, then great! If you as a genderless, transgender or gender fluid person like seeing Frisk as any of those because it makes you happy then great! Go for it, I’m not gonna stop you :)

But I like seeing Frisk as female because it makes me happy.

So why can’t I do that?

anonymous asked:

Sharing a hotel room with Stephen Strange during a medical congress would involve...

Originally posted by easyriderhanson

Sharing a hotel room with Stephen Strange during a medical convention would involve…

  • He’s kind of flustered at first
  • Usually he’s really confident about this sort of thing
  • But it just takes him by surprise
  • It’s not that he’s against sharing a room with you
  • He just doesn’t want things to be awkward
  • He automatically assumes that you’d prefer to have your own room
  • He tries his best to work out a solution
  • But there’s nothing he can do except accept the situation
  • He only gets more embarrassed when he realizes there’s only one bed
  • He tries to act all smug and might offer some lame flirting
  • It’s just him trying to lighten the mood and make things less awkward
  • Because, despite his confidence, he really is awkward in this sort of situation
  • Mostly because he doesn’t want you to feel awkward
  • In the end, it’s just really awkward
  • There’s no other way to describe it
  • He tries to be chivalrous
  • Offers to sleep on the floor or to get a cot sent up so you can take the bed
  • Tries to convince you that he prefers a harder mattress to sleep on, things like that
  • Turns out there aren’t any cots in the hotel either
  • You both bond a little bit over being so frustrated by the sorry state of the hotel
  • You’re both crazy tired from travelling all day so you let him shower first while you try to sort everything out
  • You don’t get anywhere either
  • You accidentally walk in on him before he’s fully dressed because you’re tired and pretty out of it by this point
  • You see him shirtless and both of you get pretty flustered
  • He’s not really embarrassed because he’s got pants on but he feels bad that you’re so mortified
  • Both of you mumbling apologies while he pulls on an old t-shirt
  • When you get out of the shower, he’s preparing to sleep on the floor with just a pillow and a single blanket
  • You feel bad and finally blurt out that he can just share the bed with you
  • He tries to refuse but you insist. You won’t have him sleeping on the hard floor while you get the bed
  • You finally manage to convince him that there’s more than enough room for both of you
  • You’re mature adults. You should be able to handle sharing a bed without acting like children about it
  • It ends up being a bit more cramped than either of you would like to admit
  • What can I say, he’s a big guy
  • It takes both of you a long time to fall asleep that night
  • You can smell his cologne and he can smell your shampoo
  • When you wake up the next morning, he has one arm slung over your waist and you’re practically nose-to-nose
  • He looks much more peaceful when he’s asleep
  • There’s some more awkwardness in the bathroom
  • Like most hotels, it’s the size of a postage stamp
  • You keep bumping into each other or having to shuffle awkwardly to get to your things
  • He rattles off random facts about music every so often if he feels the silence is getting too uncomfortable
  • He lets you talk about things that are important to you too
  • You two go to breakfast together and continue to talk
  • And just like that the awkwardness starts to dissipate

the sequel to this ficlet i posted yesterday literally none one asked for. (I blame @sapphicsugden for mentioning wanting to see robert react to the voicemail. oops.)

home is wherever i’m with you 

robert gets a voicemail from aaron that has him running to leeds train station to reassure his husband of his love. 

1,669 words.

Robert got out of the shower, towelling his hair dry as he turned to look at himself in the mirror, sighing at dark circles that had found a permanent home there. If he’d ever assumed marriage would make his life, their lives easier, he’d been entirely wrong - even after therapy, even after marriage counselling, regardless of how hard they’d worked on their relationship, they could seem to shake the petty arguments and sniping that always seemed to put a strain on their relationship.

He couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about, really, but Aaron had left for meetings in London two days previously, and they hadn’t even been on speaking terms.

Robert had only heard about Aaron’s trip from Liv, the blonde as perspective as ever and knowing Robert would only worry if he didn’t hear from Aaron, but was too stubborn to call (and vice versa, he could only assume, or hope, either or either.)

Going through his usual post shower routine, Robert fished about their messy ensuite for his moisturiser. He’d gone for a shower in the middle of the afternoon in the hopes of relaxing the stiff, sore muscles of his body, easing the tension he’d been carrying for days.

It hadn’t worked, really, but at least he looked less terrible than he had done a half an hour previously as he padded into their bedroom, rooting for some fresh clothes to wear. He really needed to put on a load of washing, the hamper in their room overflowing.

Robert dressed quickly, in a neat blue shirt and navy trousers, pausing to sit on Aaron’s side of the bed as he laced up his shoes. He might as well be productive while he waited for Aaron to come home that evening, he supposed, stuffing his damp towel into the hamper before he headed downstairs, navigating the spiral staircase.

Robert couldn’t help but laugh as he noticed Liv’s overflowing washing basket plonked down by the washing machine. At least it was a step up from leaving her clothes all over her bedroom floor, he supposed.

Separating the colours was a blissfully monotonous task as Robert set about making piles of darks, whites, and colours, Aaron’s clothes overwhelmingly in the darks pile.

Some things would never change.

Washing on, Robert headed for the kitchen, flicking the kettle on before he picked up his mobile, surprised to see a new voicemail from Aaron. Holding it to his ear, Robert leaned against the kitchen counter as he listened.

“I know the last few weeks have been hard, but I want you to know that I love you, and no one makes me happy the way you do. I’m sitting on the train home, and I just… All I want is to be with you, right now, and for the rest of my life. Yeah? So whatever else is going on, we’ll sort it, because I love you, Robert.”

Robert’s heart was racing as he listened to the voicemail, the emotion clear in Aaron’s voice as he spoke. Sometimes, even now, three years on from their wedding day, Robert had moments where he wondered if Aaron would stay, if Aaron would always think that he was worth the hassle, worth the stress.

Robert didn’t always think he was worth the hassle, but here his husband was, telling him that he loved him, that all he wanted was to be with him, that he loved him, and Robert’s heart could have burst out of his chest.

“I’ll be home, soon. Pick me up in Leeds, yeah? We can go for dinner or something, I want to spend some time with ya.”

Robert pressed the palm of his hand into his eye, taking a few seconds to breathe deeply before he did anything else.

Aaron always did floor him.

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        ~original lifeline~

“Maybe Void is your wolf, and the thing that
pulls you back… that’s your anchor. It’s not
exactly the same, but it’s not as different as
you’re making it sound, either. It is you, a part
of you, like the wolf’s a part of me. And I’ll help
you focus it, help you control it and harness it. 

“But if you’re looking for someone to judge
or punish you for it… I’m not going to.”

          @master-nikoli || @haletheking



frostniskare  asked:

A prompt for Valentine fic, if you don't mind c: So: first time Stiles gets a date for Valentine, detailed plans and all, but that morning he's being stood up and shit goes down with a new baddy, so he's kind of freaking done, and he also gets hurt (but not too much) so Derek, feeling how much he's sad and angry, since Der called him there, decides to make up for it even with his awkward social skills and angry eyebrows. Cool date (and sex, if you're up to) ensues. HAPPY ENDING yeah c: Thanks c:

Also on ao3!

Stiles brought the bat down on the kelpie’s head again with a sickeningly wet thud. He raised it only to slam it back down on the creature’s pulverized cranium, bone cracking under the overzealous assault.

The rest of the pack looked on in a mix of horror and morbid fascination as Stiles continued to literally beat the dead supernatural horse. Black blood seeped out of the kelpie’s many various wounds, painting the rocky riverside with dark gore, the moss stained by the dark blood.

After a couple hikers had been reported missing in the preserve earlier that day, the pack had spent hours trying to figure out what had happened, attempting to decide whether or not there was a supernatural component or not. Their suspicions had intensified when the hiker’s dead bodies were found downstream, pre-mortem slashes and bruises covering them, fluid in their lungs indicating that they had drowned.

It was Stiles who had come to the conclusion that a kelpie was responsible for the deaths of the couple, pointing out the hoof shaped contusions on one of the men’s chests. Derek deeming it very plausible, the pack had taken to the preserve, searching the area in which the hikers had gone missing for any sign of the kelpie.

After over two hours of canvassing the area, searching for the creature, it had made its whereabouts known by bellowing out a deafening roar when Isaac got a little too close to the river where it was residing. In response, Isaac had thrown his head back and howled for reinforcements while trying to fight off the crazed kelpie.

The rest of the pack had arrived in time to save Isaac from getting his skull crushed by one of the kelpie’s hooves, Derek tugging him out of harm’s way with a ferocious roar of his own. The alpha had received a lash to his face from the kelpie’s whip-like tail of seaweed for his troubles, a line of blood smattered across his face as he flashed his bright red eyes at the kelpie.

With the pack surrounding it, the kelpie had become even more aggressive, lashing out at them whenever one of them so much as breathed, leaving almost all of them wounded, dragging a few of them into the river with it as it attempted to escape. Crawling out of the frigid water, Stiles had ended things with one fell swing of his bat, the kelpie collapsing on the riverbank with a loud thump, but once Stiles started, he couldn’t stop.

He was pissed. It was Valentine’s Day and there he was in the middle of the preserve, soaking wet with his side throbbing from where the kelpie had scratched him with the sharp edge of one of its hooves.

He grunted as he continued his assault on the kelpie’s skull, the rest of the pack wincing each time he landed a blow on the kelpie’s head, eyes riveted to the gut-wrenching scene. Eventually, after several excruciating minutes of the violence, a hand shot out to grab the bat, sparing the kelpie corpse another hit and stopping Stiles in his tracks

“What?!” Stiles growled, snapping his head up to meet Peter’s eyes, baring his teeth in a human snarl, panting heavily as he tightened his grip on the bat. Peter just rolled his eyes at him with a snort.

“As much as I am a fan of unnecessary violence, this―” he waved his hand to indicate the kelpie’s dead body, black blood seeping out of its demolished skull “―is just plain excessive,” Peter drawled with a judgemental grimace. He dropped his right hand, wrinkling his nose at the sticky black blood covering his palm before wiping it off on the side of his designer jeans. Turning back to Stiles, he casually suggested, “Now, why don’t we just wash up and spend the rest of the evening having rough, wild sex, hmm?”

“In your dreams,” Stiles spat viciously, straightening up and squaring his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at the smirking werewolf. He was in no mood for Peter’s perverted little teasing.

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t quite answer my question,” Peter pointed out, raking his half-lidded eyes over Stiles’ body, not bothering to conceal his blatant interest. Stiles rolled his eyes, freezing stock still when Peter tacked on, “One would think that after getting stood up this morning you would be more than happy to jump into bed with someone as good-looking as myself.”

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Teen titans ended with Terra's memory of being a titan completely wiped and beast boy's heart broken. He cannot heal from this heartbreak in the normal way, with a rejection, but likely lingered on what could have been for a long time had Terra remembered him. In no universe was this an okay way to end a series and I am still hurt.

anonymous asked:

(for the requests) Ok this is gonna be the weirdest thing ever, so just do it if you like xD. So imagine a garden!Hide AU, what if you draw Hide and Rize as little kids in the Garden? (Furuta too if you like)

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