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Mike Mignola’s comic adaption of Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

been rereading some of the later watch books, and it just strikes me, sometimes, how real the relationship between sam and sybil is, and how much i appreciate that? 

like, they’re good for each other, but neither of them are perfect – they do things that irritate one another and that the other just does not understand or wishes they would do differently, and they talk about the things that they actually think they can discuss and come to an agreement on, but just sort of set aside the rest because, well, it’s not a big deal and it’s sort of what you sign up for when you marry a dedicated watchman/a wealthy aristocrat. 

and she does things like darn his socks, because she thinks that’s what a wife is supposed to do, and she’s terrible at it but he wears them everyday all the same because she did it for him and nobody in his life ever did anything just because they wanted to do something nice for him. 

(and also i kind of really appreciate that all the Traditionally Female things that women do in history and in fantasy stories – follow the soldiers into battle, cook for them, care for them, etc – are portrayed as strengths. like, you don’t have to carry a sword into battle in order to be strong and necessary. it’s explicitly stated that women like that, who would give birth on the back of a camel and tend to “the pieces of her husbands and sons” that came back from war, are a breed that, when called upon, turns into solid steel.

because it takes extraordinary strength to care. sybil certainly has her badass moments, from taking a sword down from the wall and charging the guards who came to arrest her, to siccing her dragons on an assassin and literally vaporizing him – but she also has her badass moments in singing a dwarf opera and the simple fact that her faith in the night watch is what gave them strength and courage when they felt “several letters of the alphabet away” from bucked-up. sybil cares, and that is what makes her strong.)

and the relationship between her and sam isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be, in order to be happy and loving. i just think it’s a lot more beautiful, and realistic, to have a couple who do get irritated with each other and exasperated and who both swear that only the other one snores – and have that portrayed as happy. because the butterflies and “oh they’re just perfect for me in every way!” fades with time and leaves you with whoever the two of you simply are. and sometimes there are edges that don’t quite fit but you shouldn’t file them down, you just… find ways to make it work, because you want to.

because love is a choice, at the end of the day. and love isn’t perfect and sometimes it’s messy and sometimes you argue, but it’s still good and it doesn’t have to be perfect to be happy and worth having.

anonymous asked:

Imagine how Black Hat would react to losing his powers. "FLUG! I CANT SHAPESHIFT!!!" "FLUG! I CANT TELEPORT AND I'M STUCK IN A TREE!" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT READY?! FIX THE INVENTION! I WANT MY POWERS BACK!" Not only that, he reverts back to how he looked in the 2012 Villainous shorts. Imagine everyone trying to comfort him (Flug, Dem, 505, and the mom squad). I imagine his fri- employees getting super protective when they see a hero in the area.

asdgfhgjhkl god the 2012 shorts give me life ngl–

  • It’s like eldritch puberty all over again. he suddenly cant control anything anymore and it’s awful and god these clothes are tacky what the FUCK was he thinking
  • BH keeps taking off his question-marked hat but there’s an identical hat underneath it and he’s flipping out
  • He’s so used to teleporting places he becomes fucking lazy with walking. 5.0.5 just carries him from place to place; it’s kinda nice ngl. Not like he’d ever say that haha–
  • “Flug I’m going to turn you inside out if you don’t fix this!” “W-well, sir, on the plus side, at least we know that the device works?” “And the device to FIX it better work as well, Flug.” “Y-yes sir!!”
  • Dr. Flug acts scared of him just so BH feels better, even though he knows he can’t carry out any of his threats. On the other hand, Dementia makes it worse. She keeps annoying BH because she knows he can’t retaliate and it’s hilarious.
  • BH was screaming at her for the first half hour but eventually tired himself out and resigned to his fate. Meh, at least 505′s comfy.
  • He refuses to go outside like this. Not because of any heroes, but because he looks and feels fucking awful at the moment. Flug gives the mom squad some excuse as to why he’s not at yoga; they bake BH a “get-well-soon quiche.” BH refuses to eat it until he’s back to normal and can fucking absorb it into his body.
  • “eating?? with a mouth?? fucking disgusting, what do i look like, a heathen?” “Black Hat you literally dissolved into a pile of flesh and teeth” “yeah, it’s called manners.”

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What if Harry Potter, the chosen one, had turned out to be a squib, how do you think history would have turned out differently?

It was Mrs. Figg who suspected first.

She noticed many things, sitting on her side of her fence with her cats chasing butterflies and nuzzling her ankles, Mundungus and the other watchers dropping by for tea now and then.

Mrs. Figg noticed that Petunia was a nosy bit of work with insecurities hanging from her every harsh angle. She noticed when Dudley learned the word MINE– the whole neighborhood noticed that one. She noticed that Vernon glared at owls.

She noticed that when Petunia gave Harry a truly horrendous haircut one year, it grew back in at a normal rate. Harry was uneven and weird-looking for ages, hiding under beanies when he could.

When Mrs. Figg had Harry over for carefully miserable afternoons of babysitting, she noticed nothing moved that shouldn’t. He didn’t accidentally make flowers out of fallen leaves, or levitate anything during tantrums, or turn toys funny colors.

Mrs. Figg called up her mother, interrupting the wizarding bridge game she was winning against the nursing home staff, and asked her how she had known, decades back, that her youngest daughter was a squib.

When Albus Dumbledore received Mrs. Figg’s letter he wrote back a polite thank you and then went to talk with Minerva McGonagall, who inhaled sharply in horror when he told her the news.

Finally, McGonagall gave a gathered sigh. “I suppose we can ask one of the wizarding families to homeschool him,” she said. “We can’t have the Boy Who Lived not knowing about his own world.”  

“No, he’ll come to Hogwarts,” said Dumbledore.

“Hogwarts is not a place for–” Her voice fell. “–squibs, Albus.”

Dumbledore shook his head. “Harry must be taught.”

“Be taught what, Albus?”

But Dumbledore just sighed and offered her a lemon drop.

Years later, the owls and the letters came to 4 Privet Drive. The Dursleys ran, dragging Harry with them, and the letters and one stubborn gamekeeper followed– none of this would change with a magicless Harry.

When Hagrid asked Harry in that little cabin on that little rock in the middle of the sea if weird things always happened around him, Harry couldn’t tell him about vanishing glass and setting captive snakes free, about ending up somehow on the school roof, or growing his hair out overnight.  

“Strange things always happen around you, don’ they?”

“Um,” said Harry, racking his brain. “Well… I live in a cupboard under the stairs…”

Harry could tell him about how snakes sometimes talked back, because that had never been Harry’s magic, but when he did Hagrid just blanched and changed the subject.

Hagrid held out hope, even against Dumbledore’s quiet warning explanations, until they made it to Ollivander’s Wands. Harry marveled at Diagon Alley, got his hands shaken in the Leaky, pressed his nose up against shop windows. Hagrid watched the scant boy– looked at James’s messy hair, Lily’s eyes, Harry’s own wandering gaze– and he wondered how this boy could be anything but magical.

In the wand shop, Ollivander said, “James Potter, yes… mahogany, eleven inches. Pliable. A powerful wand for Transfiguration.” He said, “And your mother, Lily…  strong in Charms work, ten and… yes, ten and a quarter, willow, swishy.”

Harry picked up stick after wooden stick. They remained just that– wood with bits of feather or scale or hair. Harry wondered if the creatures who gave these offerings were still alive– if they were given or taken. What did it do to your wand when they died? He waved a maplewood wand (unicorn hair, eleven inches) and a gust from the door opening blew some receipts off the counter.

“Well, said Ollivander. “I think that’s as close as we’re likely to get.”

He sent them out with the maplewood. Hagrid bought Harry a snowy owl and a fudge sundae and tried not make it too obvious that these were condolence gifts. The next day the Prophet’s headlines read: The Boy Who Lived– A Squib? Various magical medical experts weighed in on how it might have happened. Fingers were pointed at childhood trauma, at his upbringing, at his family lineage.

Harry still met Ron on the train– Ron was still smudge-nosed and Harry still bought enough candy to share. When Molly had helped him through the platform entrance, her voice had been a little softer, a little more pitying– but it was still better than the laughter that had been in his aunt and uncle’s voices when they dropped him here to find a platform they didn’t think existed.

Hermione Granger dropped by their compartment, looking for Neville’s toad, but got distracted when she spotted Harry. “I’ve read about you! In my books, and in the paper,” she said. “You’re the Boy Who Lived, and you’re a squib.”

Harry sank down in his seat. Ron hid Scabbers under a candy wrapper.

“Squibs have never been allowed in Hogwarts,” Hermione announced. “According to Hogwarts, A History, squibs try to sneak in now and then– the furthest anyone’s ever gotten is to the Sorting Hat before they got found out.” At eleven, Hermione still believed in expulsion being worse than death. Her voice was thrumming with sympathetic horror.

“But they already found out about me,” Harry said, alarmed.

“It’s alright, mate,” said Ron. “You’re Harry Potter. Oy, Granger,” he added. “What’s this Hat? Fred and George were trying to sell me some story about having to fight a mountain troll to get your House…”

Harry sat back and watched the countryside rush by. Yes, he was Harry Potter– his aunt’s useless sister’s useless child, the boy in the lumpy hand-me-down sweaters who named the spiders who lived in his cupboard. And here, in new world, he was apparently useless too.

When they got to Hogwarts, Harry clenched his fists and stood in line with the other first years. He barely twitched at the ghosts or Peeves, just stared ahead and thought about how far he would get before they turned him around and sent him back to Vernon and Petunia.

They opened the Great Hall doors. They called the first years one by one. Harry clenched his teeth and walked up to the Hat when they called his name.

As he turned to sit down on the stool, he really caught sight of the Hall for the first time– the hovering candles, the big wooden tables, the black robes that swallowed the light. Translucent ghosts gossiped with the students beside them. The paintings on the far walls– were they moving?

Harry’s jaw had unclenched, falling open. His fists curled open, curving around the stool’s seat as he leaned forward to stare. If this was it, if this was as far as he’d get in this world, then he wanted to drink it all in. The candles were floating, in mid-air.

The Hat dropped down over his eyes and blocked out the light.

Well, said the dry voice that had been hollering House placements all night. What do we have here?

Ron had been begging for not-Slytherin. Draco from the robes shop had been scornful of Hufflepuff, desperate in his disdain. Neville had begged for Hufflepuff, sure he was not brave enough for Gryffindor.

Please, thought Harry. Don’t send me back.

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Seungbae is a child, meaning he is an amateur and he can’t help because he has authority above him that sweeps him away. He has no power. But he gives Bum a chance to save himself. He drops his hat, which has a gun in it. 

Then Bum starts getting chased by a clown. Something that has exaggeratedly “nice” physical features, to the point where it’s creepy. Much like the running theme of how Sangwoo is handsome. 

Bum follows Sangwoo’s voice, then tries to shoot him afterwards. He could have tried to shoot him before, but Sangwoo’s voice was so familiar. Sangwoo holds authority over him. Sangwoo does everything for him. Sangwoo will fix it. He knows this. So he runs to it. And only when he realises Sangwoo isn’t there he pulls up the gun. 

He tries to shoot but there are no bullets. It’s almost as if he’s too late to try to save himself, because his default was to follow Sangwoo’s voice which cornered him to begin with instead of trying to run away to somewhere else. And at that point, he has to resort to his last chance, which turns out to be not even working to begin with. The thing is though, if Bum realised that the gun wasn’t loaded before he cornered himself, he could have done something else, he wouldn’t have run out of options like this. 

Sangwoo has him so in his hand that even when Bum can escape, even when he has something against him, Sangwoo makes sure it doesn’t work. He makes sure Bum can’t even think about it when he knows Sangwoo is there, ready to save him. 

Because even if Sangwoo is the one who is chasing him, he is the one who is cornering him, he is the one making Bum’s life a living fucking hell…he is the only person who can also take it all away. 

He is the only one who is waiting.

He is the only one who is right here. 

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- David Suchet on what advice would Hercule Poirot give to people since the character is a great moral compass, ABC Q&A panel, 28 July 2014

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((oh she gets smiles out of him all the time, she’s even gotten him to laugh his ass off a few times while they were on break. took her a while to get the first one, but after that…

easiest/fastest way to get that to happen? well her singing never seems to fail, and the way she tells some of her stories is just naturally hilarious. nobody believes her when she says she gets him to smile on an almost daily basis.))

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Can Rey Save Luke Skywalker From Himself in 'The Last Jedi'?
Part 1 of EW’s new ‘Star Wars’ cover story features Mark Hamill and Daisy Ridley

Oh my god, they’re making Luke into Obi-wan 2.0

Even Mark Hamill himself can’t stop mentioning Obi-wan. 

His name comes up 5 times in this article. More than Han, Leia, and Kylo Ren.

The Skywalker obsession is strong here.

thepandadrawer  asked:

Jacob A2

“I make all the lads and lasses swoon!” - Jacob Frye

Request your own Jacob.

*EDIT* Forgot his coat trim so I added it in cause it was bugging me knowing that I forgot it

- CK

I heard my friend @stevenmemelord was sad because of the lack of G-rated Connverse content. I miss it too!! I hope maybe this will make you feel better??

Here they are post-‘Steven-space-adventure’, too relieved to see each other and giddy to be embarrassed that they’ve been holding hands for the past hour :)

Les Mis Professor Enjolras AU

So a little while ago I came up with the idea of Enjolras being an English Professor and being one of those professors that are really passionate about what they teach, but also one of those professors that has a significant other that their class is familiar with (when I was in middle school one of the teacher’s husband use to come in and bring her something she needed every few weeks and he always wore glasses and a hat when dropping stuff off so everyone would joke that he was her “boyfriend” because of how the outfit made him look so different). This is the first part of a long long series of headcanons so just you wait. Here are the first few!

•Enjolras begins teaching college students and is one of those intensely passionate professor but is also the youngest professor.

  • He teaches English and is always trying to inspire his students to stand up for what they believe in.
  • Enjolras has all his students call him “Mr. E” or something of the sort, because being called by his last name with the prefixes “Mr” and “Professor” made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his father.
  • He’s also got quick responses to the kids who backtalk cause his boyfriend has given him plenty of practice

•His students end up meeting Grantaire early on because R constantly stops in to bring his boyfriend coffee and stuff and then makes jokes to the classes and E doesn’t approve

  • It gets to the point where every time Grantaire enters the room, the members of whatever class E is teaching stand up with finger guns and go “AYYYYYYY”. Enjolras is not a fan of this practice.

•At Halloween E and R dress in matching costumes but E’s students don’t understand the costume at all until R comes in with one of those pumpkin lattes for his bf (because Enjolras is a basic white girl) and everyone is like “ohhhh” (Idk what the costumes would be but I thought it was a cute idea so send me ideas in my inbox)

•At like the end of November Enjolras mentions at the end of his class that Grantaire is gonna have his work in an art gallery for a week and he wanted E to find out if any of the students wanted to go to the opening night

  • Almost everyone shows up and they all giggle because almost all of the art is of Enjolras (obviously)
  • Enjolras smacks Grantaire’s arm (playfully) and is like “why did you only put up the ones of me you jerk, you have plenty of paintings of landscapes” and R is like “cause my paintings of you are my best work” and all the students go “awwww" E is just like “omg I hate you so much you’re such a cruel boyfriend”

•At the end of the semester E makes cookies for everyone and gives the students that aren’t taking classes with him the next semester little poems and they have a little class party

•At the start of the new semester R gets a habit of showing up at the end of E’s morning classes with a coffee for him and a sandwich bag at lunchtime on the days he doesn’t have to work himself

  • The newer students really enjoy the idea of a cute little artist guy popping in at the end of classes to bring his boyfriend a coffee because they’re adorable

•Valentine’s Day involves an elaborate scheme

  • Grantaire gets a bunch of paper hearts and writes down every memory related to Enjolras like “going to the first Les Amis meeting and practically dying” “whining to Courf about feelings” “painting you for the first time” “getting drunk with Éponine because pining” “taking you on the tour of favorite sites for our first date” “kissing in front of the Louvre” “Courf and Ferre’s wedding” “Trip to America” “Start of your new job”
  • The students in Enjolras’s first morning class put them up all around the room and pester Grantaire like crazy because it’s cute
  • Grantaire also gets those students to all sit at their desks and hold up letters that spell out “I love you, Enjolras”
  • R also stands in the back of the room with a rose in hiding
  • Enjolras walks into his classroom that morning and almost bursts into tears
  • R steps down with the rose and gives his boyfriend a kiss and everyone applauds because they’re adorable

•In March, Grantaire gets a letter in the mail and instantly runs to Enjolras once he reads it

  • Unfortunately Enjolras is teaching a class and R doesn’t want to interrupt his bf so he just bounces up and down outside the door waiting for the class to finish up
  • After a while a student raises his hand and goes to Enjolras “Hey Mr.E? Grantaire has been bouncing up and down outside the classroom door for like the last 10 minutes, I think he needs to talk to you”
  • Enjolras goes out of the room to his excited boyfriend and is shown a letter, reading that Grantaire got into a serious artist program that takes place in July and could be a big boost for him
  • E and R celebrate almost all night with Courf and Ferre and E definitely regrets it the next morning when he’s teaching an 8 am class with a hangover (He promises himself that he will never do that ever again)

•In April, Enjolras and his class study the Hunchback of Notre Dame (1. Because Victor Hugo and 2. Because Enjolras would love that book tbh) and so the class goes on a field trip to Notre Dame (since it’s only about a 20 minute walk from the school)

  • Grantaire goes with them because he knows Paris better than anyone and he’s spent lots of time at Notre Dame for inspiration
  • The kids are convinced it’s because Enjolras just wants an excuse to hang out with his boyfriend
  • Grantaire thinks it is too but doesn’t mention it
  • Enjolras wanted to see his boyfriend but also loves the fact that his boyfriend knew so much and loves watching him when he goes on about the stuff so he hopes his students enjoy it

•In May, before the end of the semester the college throws a big party/fair for all the students and also to raise funds for classes

  • R sets up a little station where he draws portraits of students while E sets up a table with buttons and pins you can buy
  • A couple students come up to them and ask them to tell the story of how they met. After 7 times, Enjolras puts out a sign saying their Love Story costs 5 bucks to listen to it

•While packing up his classroom some students stick around and chat with Enjolras

  • The students get all nosy and ask about E’s summer plans
  • “Since Grantaire got accepted to his program and will be gone for most of July, we’re planning on doing a lot of fun things together in June, also because it’s a big month for us because of our anniversary and my birthday”

•Once all the students leave Enjolras finishes his packing and waits for his boyfriend to come pick him up

  • Enjolras and Grantaire take the boxes out to the car and E ends up wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who says to him “I’m so glad you took this job, you’ve been really happy since”

EDIT: Originally I used Enjolras more as a first name than last name. I’ve since changed that after finding a first name that fits him well so “Enjolras has all his students call him […] ‘Professor Enjolras’ […] because being called by his last name made him uncomfortable” has been changed to fit the storyline better.