how to engage

nick spencer has now on multiple occasions turned jewish characters and characters created by jewish people into nazis and completely turned a blind eye to any and all criticism both from jews and goyim alike

he’s reframing nazis as the heroes of his stories. he’s taking our characters and characters we made to represent ideals of hope and turning them into fucking nazis.

antisemitism is on the rise (though it’s literally always been there) and the very last thing we need is the continued normalization of nazis. like y'all can not accept this shit. hydra, death eaters, the first order, etc are thinly veiled and y'all need be critical of how you engage with that shit

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The Preath Head Tap™️️ 2013 vs 2016

You don’t know how much I appreciate you when I think about all the stupid things I’ve caused, yet we are here today stronger than ever. No one else would have managed the things I’ve put you through. The ring is on your finger for a reason. Remember that.
—  Poets Love Her

vitya talking to the russian team about his two Ls!

and this one is an excited vitya having trouble sleeping after the legendary banquet! (link only bc no reposting)

Carmilla Movie Theory

You’ve asked me to tell you a story, to weave you a theory. My inbox sings with your requests to try and jumble everything together. You ask. I’ll deliver. 

Originally posted by loveisweakness-clexa4life

I’ll give it my best shot because there’s nothing I like more than a challenge. We’re sticking to the usual plan of trying to make the most ridiculous but still kinda plausible theory possible. To start us off, here’s what canon information I have to work with.

  1. The Existing Carmilla Mythos - So we naturally have everything from the 3 seasons to work with. You’ve seen the web series. You know.
  2. The Original Trailer - This is the one on the beach that announced the movie. Frankly, I’m curious as to how much of this will actually apply because from my understanding it was put together before they had a script. As a scene, it’s probably cut.  I’m treating the information as canon because I don’t have enough material to be cutting ANY of it.
  3. The New Cast Information - Literally yesterday, we received the names of three new cast members. Seeing as I’m going to make the case that these are all literary references (stay tuned) just their names alone give me info. They are:
    1. Emily Bronte
    2. Charlotte Bronte
    3. The Woman In Black

Now we do our magical conjecture and fun fact building to try and whip it all together into a coherent story. Basically, I’m going to write you a movie because I’m a novelist at heart and a story structure buff. We’re going to try and figure out what we can expect when the movie releases in the fall (?). Buckle up, creampuffs.

 This is going to get 7k words worth of messy from parents to exes to fish gods to old school novellas. 

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Alec: hey Magnus what’s your last name?

Magnus:it’s Bane? You know that??

Alec: *gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring* maybe I can change that.

Magnus: fuck no I’m keeping my last name it’s iconic

Magnus:but yes I’ll marry you.

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! You can draw Yuri with mc4 (from mysticM) in the pose 2B٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

“lol sorry im engaged to the love of my life”

sorry I only ship viktuuri :))) I feel uncomfortable drawing him romantically with anyone else besides viktor

Okay but Keith doesn’t have a confirmed last name, right? What if Shiro brings this up one day while they’re doing chores or something like “I know you don’t have a last name, so is like to give you mine.” Keith turns around and says ‘babe what are you talking about?’ And he sees Shiro’s down on one knee with a ring.

husband highs — tom h.

Originally posted by tsseract

author’s note: GUYS IM SCREAMING because i hit 1k and wow i just wanted to thank you guys by posting something. i love YOU THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF and since i never leave a link to my masterlist i thought i should this time so here it is.  → masterlist


  • tom would be the most extra fiance ever like he wouldn’t ever not talk about how he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl ever
  • LOL WHO AM I KIDDING HE’D SAY YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED
  • especially in interviews like he’d be on press tour to promote his movie and the interviewer would slip in a congratulatory and tom would be like
    • “thank you, thank you so much, really. i’m happy, my wife is amazing”
  • and the interviewer would be like tf i thought this kid was engaged
    • “it says here you announced your engagement yester-”
    • “WE’RE MARRIED”
  • and you’d always tell tom that he couldn’t go around telling people you two were married when you two JUST GOT ENGAGED
  • it was sending mixed signals everywhere
  • especially since tom liked to wear a ring on his wedding finger
  • he’d just wanted everyone to know that he was taken because if you had a ring showing the entire world that you were his, why couldn’t he have one to show off he was yours???
  • it was the cutest thing ever and it never failed to make you smile whenever you saw his hand 
  • anyways since he had to finish filming a movie and do a press tour you guys decided that your wedding would be after he finished both
  • that’s probably one of the reasons he couldn’t shut up about you to everyone because he was SO EXCITED
  • while he was away he’d always facetime you
  • sometimes he’d be so hyper
    • “HI MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL GUESS WHAT TODAY IS??
    • “it’s the second-”
    • “THAT’S RIGHT WE GET MARRIED IN 184 DAYS”

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Lily finding out she's preggers. Pls.

There are approximately ten thousand pregnancy charms in the world and Lily knows her fair share of them. She hasn’t been to a Muggle doctor since she was thirteen and broke her arm on summer holiday.

She’s three days deep in some Dark Arts tome doing research for the Order when she realises she’s a week and a half overdue for her period after reading about dodgy uses for menstrual blood. And instead of reaching for her wand, she’d reached for the phone, which only works intermittently.

And here she is at the doctor’s clinic.

“Miss Evans! My, I haven’t seen you since you were a wee thing.”

Doctor Kerr is a warm, familiar presence, and something at the base of Lily’s neck unknots as she follows the woman to her office. “Oh - boarding school, you know how it is. And it’s Potter now, actually. I moved away after we got married.”

It’s the simplest explanation, but something about it makes her heart hurt. Another secret pulling her away from the world she was born into. She’d been so eager to leave it as a child, and while she wouldn’t give up on the Wizarding World for love or money - god, she wishes her biggest problem was a skipped period.

Doctor Kerr congratulates her on her marriage, and they chat briefly about the advances in home-pregnancy tests before she collects a urine sample and sends Lily on her way with a bundle of pamphlets and the information that her results should be ready in a week or two.

A week or two. Lily considers calling her mother to complain, but she prefers to draw as little attention to her parents as possible these days. There’s Petunia, but - no, there really isn’t Petunia. Not only because Lily isn’t sadistic enough to draw attention to her instead, but because any sisterly overtures had gone ignored since the fiasco with that Vernon fellow.

A nightmare of a man if Lily ever met one, and she’s had her fair share of nightmares these days. She sighs, rubbing her forehead with one hand and pulling out her wand with the other, circling into a nearby alley to Apparate home.

The first thing that hits her when she steps over the threshold is the smell. Roast chicken and gravy infuse the air alongside a heavenly warmth, and any remaining tension in her spine slips away as she shrugs her coat off. James skids into the kitchen entrance in his socks and an apron with a body-builder’s chest on it, wielding a pair of tongs and a grin wide enough to swallow the sun.

“Potter!” he exclaims, his delight in the fact that she shares his surname never-ending. Lily might roll her eyes, but she’s smiling already, leaning up to kiss him before she hip-checks him into the kitchen.

“You act like I’ve been gone a month, not an afternoon.”

He sniffs, trailing after her. “What, a man can’t miss his wife?”

“A man can miss whatever he chooses, and a wife can tell him he’s being ridiculous.”

“Yes, well. You wouldn’t have married me if I were serious.”

They both pause to acknowledge the space where a Sirius pun would fit, before James leaps into action again. The tongs are exchanged for a wooden spoon and he beckons her over to the gravy pan on top of the stove, stirring.

“Here, taste.”

Lily wonders what her sister would say to the idea of a husband cooking dinner, before banishing the thought. Two Petunia thoughts in a day when she typically has none. Perhaps the end times are upon them.

She tastes, closes her eyes in delight. “What I want to know is how the idle son of rich wizarding parents managed to get so good at Muggle cooking.”

“A great deal of panic and many bouts of food poisoning about three weeks before we moved in together,” he says.

The worst part is that he’s probably not even joking about learning to cook in three weeks. Her husband was an illegal Animagus by the time he was fifteen, picking up how to roast a chicken must have been roughly as difficult as simple addition.

And yet. He’d taken to the task as eagerly as any advanced magical problem. I want to make  a home with you, he’d murmured into her ear that first night, arms wrapped around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. I want to make a life.

Lily considers, briefly, not telling him. After all, they’re in the middle of a war. They’re both under a great deal of stress, which is as likely an explanation for the mysterious case of the missing menstruation as any,and she won’t have a solid answer for a week or two. There’s always a spell of course, but her mind shies away from that option yet again.

She doesn’t have any doubts about James’ wish to be a father, they’d talked about all that before the wedding. The timing, though–

“Lils?’ James glances behind him, turns the heat down before giving her his full attention. “Everything all right? You never said where you were going this afternoon.”

She opens her mouth before she knows what she’s going to say, but she’s as Gryffindor as he is. Barrelling into the unknown is what they do. Even if they have to cross their arms and squint up at the ceiling to do it.

“I think I might be pregnant?” A beat, silent. “I think I might be pregnant. And this is absolutely absurd, but I went to a Muggle doctor to get a test done to find out, knowing full well it would take a while to get the results back, and I think it’s because my subconscious isn’t quite ready to let go of where I came from yet? Or something equally ridiculous, because having a child would mean that we really are the Potters of Godric’s Hollow, and you have to understand that I was Lily Evans for most of my life even though I love being Lily Potter, and–”

“A baby,” James says, and the light dancing in hazel eyes is like the warmth of that sun he could have swallowed before. “That is - not to interrupt what I’m pretty sure is the first documented case of you babbling, but a baby, Lils.”

The spoon is abandoned. He takes her hands in his, and she focuses on the rasp of Quidditch callouses over her skin as he rubs his thumbs over the back of her hands.

“I’m not sure yet,” she says, staring intently at a freckle on his wrist for all of two seconds before James’s face is in front of hers. He nudges her head up gently until their foreheads rest against each other. She can feel his words against her mouth.

“Not sure if you’re pregnant, or not sure if you want to be pregnant?”

“Trust you to get straight to the heart of the matter.”

“Hey. If you want to skirt around the subject, by all means, let’s go for it. I’m great at skirts.”

She huffs a laugh, wet around the edges. “That’s what got us into this situation.”

“Mm, but you weren’t complaining at the time.” And then his voice drops, warm and low and loving. “Lils. I love you. I want to have a family with you, but if you aren’t ready - if you don’t want to? I’m never ever going to not love you. Whatever you want to do, I’m along for the ride.”

Lily thinks about the war. About how everything is so uncertain these days, about how any child she and James have is going to be born with a target on their back until Voldemort and his followers are dead or locked away. She thinks of the family she’ll never quite be a part of again, and–

And the new one that she’s making. Here in Godric’s Hollow. With James and their friends and everyone else in the Order who believes in fighting for what is good and right in the world.

“I love you too,” she says, and kisses him, lips easing over his, hands curling around his waist and behind his neck to hold him close. “You great big sap.”

The results come back a week and a half later. Lily casts a charm then, just to be certain, before he starts thinking about how to tell her husband he’s going to be a father.