“Every statue I’d seen [Medusa] was just a woman with a pretty face and had snakes in her hair. Well, that wasn’t very dramatic, so I gave her a rather demonic look. We gave her a rattlesnake’s tail, so that she could be a menace from the sound effect point-of-view. It was a shock to see her come out from behind the wall crawling on her hands because that was the only way she could propel herself.” - Ray Harryhausen

The Most Gryffindor-y Gryffindors That Ever Were

Rereading this scene from CS and it kind of blew me away.

Next moment, [Harry] was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock.

“Ron!” he shouted. “Are you okay? Ron!”

“I’m here!“ came Ron’s muffled voice from behind the rockfall. "I’m okay — this git’s not, though — he got blasted by the wand —”

There was a dull thud and a loud “ow!” It sounded as though Ron had just kicked Lockhart in the shins.

“What now?” Ron’s voice said, sounding desperate. “We can’t get through — it’ll take ages…”

Harry looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He had never tried to break apart anything as large as these rocks by magic, and now didn’t seem a good moment to try — what if the whole tunnel caved in?

There was another thud and another “ow!” from behind the rocks. They were wasting time. Ginny had already been in the Chamber of Secrets for hours…Harry knew there was only one thing to do.

“Wait there,” he called to Ron. “Wait with Lockhart. I’ll go on… If I’m not back in an hour…”

There was a very pregnant pause.

“I’ll try and shift some of this rock,” said Ron, who seemed to be trying to keep his voice steady. “So you can — can get back through. And, Harry —”

“See you in a bit,” said Harry, trying to inject some confidence into his shaking voice.

And he set off alone past the giant snake skin.

That’s pretty heavy for a pair of 12-year-olds.

Both of them know that Ginny is probably dead. 

Earlier in the scene, Ron had asked Harry if he thought there was “any chance at all she’s not — you know—,” and Harry privately couldn’t see how she could be alive.

Obviously, Harry is being extraordinarily brave. He knows what needs to be done, and he knows that he’s the only one who can do it. He can’t not try, not when there’s the “faintest wildest chance” that Ginny is still alive. And while it’s not the last time Harry will have to go it alone or confront the reality that he might not come back, I think it’s the closest he comes to actually having the “if I don’t come back” conversation.

But Ron deserves credit too.

There’s no question in my mind that Ron wanted to be on the other side of that barrier with his best friend. He was the one who suggested they stop moping in the common room and go to Lockhart’s office to tell him what they know.

For a Gryffindor like Ron, fighting the basilisk is infinitely preferable to playing the waiting game.  If Harry and Ginny had died, imagine how Ron would have felt. He would have spent the rest of his life grieving for them and feeling guilty that he didn’t go along with them. *If I had gone with them, maybe Harry and I could have fought off the basilisk. Maybe we would have been able to save Ginny.* In some ways, I think he would prefer to die along with them then be the only man left standing.

So he could have said, “No, let’s try to move some of this rock so I can come too!”  He could have refused to let Harry go alone or argued for his right to come because Ginny was his sister.

But Ron knows as well as Harry that the clock is ticking. Delaying might give Ron peace of mind and allow him to be part of the action, but every minute they spend trying to free Ron lowers Ginny’s chances. It would be selfish of Ron to try to come with Harry.

He knows they don’t have time to find a way through the rocks right then, he doesn’t have a working wand, and they’ve got Lockhart to worry about. He knows that if Harry/Ginny make it back, they’re going to need to get through to the other side.

So he stays behind. Ron’s going to spend an indeterminate amount of time heaving rocks out of the way, babysitting a lunatic professor, and praying that his sister and his best friend aren’t dead. It’s not exciting, cool, or heroic as Harry’s actions. But in some ways, it’s just as brave.

TL;DR: Ron/Harry are so fucking amazing, and the most Gryffindor Gryffindors there ever were.

278. Remember the little silver snakes all the slytherins have pinned to their ties? (it’s visible for example in the prisoner of azkaban during the hippogriff scene or in the half-blood prince in the harry&Draco bathroom scene) i have a headcanon they’re inspired (like hermione’s galleons) by the dark mark, but work a bit differently - when someone from the house needs help the snake starts vibrating/pulsating and the place when the person needing help is appears on the snake. it pretty much solves the problem with bullying slytherin students and proves that the whole house always has the members back

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Pet AU Prompts
  • You rescued my cat from a tree, but you also feel out the tree afterwords. I’m so sorry this is all my fault are you okay . You’re still cute though?
  • You dog always sneaks into my backyard at the same time every day.
  • I feed your dog once and now he likes me more than he likes you. I’m so sorry.
  • Your fucking cat keeps on stealing my spot on our bed and every time I try and lay down, it hisses at me. My back hurts from sleeping on the floor.
  • Your parrot spilled the beans that you like me. I’m so happy cause I really like you. Wait, should I be listening to a parrot?
  • I’m at the vet because my dog needs a checkup after it’s been sick for a while. Oh hello. You’re a very attractive vet. I wasn’t expecting that.
  • “Hey cute dog. Is someone is stuck in a well?” Aka Lassie situation.
  • Our dogs had babies together . I kinda wanna have babies with you. Wait what, did I say that out loud? Fuck.
  • I work at pet smart and every 2 weeks when you get your paycheck, I see you buying more and more accessories for your hamster. I’m a little concerned about your finances.  
  • I work at a shelter and you walked in drunk and crying, saying “I just want to pet a dog. Is that so hard to ask for?” 
  • I was at your house for a party and kinda stole your dog? It’s a long story. I’m so sorry.
  • My pet rat accidentally got out of it’s cage a few days ago and I’ve been really worried but then I heard you scream “RAT”
  • You’re getting really annoying about our strong Cat Vs. Dog debate. I kinda just wanna fight my mouth with your mouth.
Cryptic Commander #9: Why Did it Have to Be Snakes

Don’t you just love it when a new Legendary Creature gets spoiled and you know it was meant to be? I got to experience that yesterday when a certain Commander-to-be got spoiled over Twitter, and man am I head-over-heels for this card. Let’s cut to the chase:

(You see what I did there? The card was spoiled by Elaine Chase over on Twitter. You know what? It isn’t funny anymore. I had to explain it. Forget I said anything.)

So, brief personal aside on my experience with BG in Commander. I’ve tried to build a couple of different decks with the color combo, and I ultimately end up with what feels like the same deck. Graveyard Shenanigans.dek. There’s nothing wrong with graveyard decks, I’m just really tired of how the BG ones play out. Jarad and Meren did their best, but I could not be convinced to play BG after I finally took them apart. None of the other BG generals really appealed to me, from Nath of the Gilt Leaf to Sapling of Colfenor. Then they spoiled Hapatra, and the gears started turning immediately. I started playing Magic just before Scars of Mirrodin came out, so -1/-1 counters were part of my formative Magic experience. It has been too long since we had -1/-1 counters, and now they’re giving us a Commander in BG that cares about -1/-1 counters. Thank you based Wizards for bestowing this gift upon me and all the other lovers of -1/-1 counters in this game. We are truly #blessed.

So, what sort of things can you do with Hapatra? I suppose you could attack with her, suiting her up with a Whispersilk Cloak so she can get in unopposed and slowly build up counters and snakes for you. You could do that, and it’s probably a decent thing to include in whatever deck you build, just to have a back-up plan; but, I like to dream big. There are a handful of very playable Commander cards that like to throw -1/-1 counters around to every creature. Thanks to the wording on Hapatra, you won’t be rewarded for placing a bunch of -1/-1 counters on a single creature as part of the same affect (see “Whenever one or more” wording), but putting one counter on a bunch creatures means an army of snakes in the making. The following are some of the best at this:

Black Sun’s Zenith for one has never been so rewarding! Paying three mana to weaken the entire board and make a bunch of snakes seems like a great plan. You could also just wrath the board and be the only one left with creatures at the end of it. Even if Hapatra dies in the process, you’ll still get all the snakes because she’ll see the counters placed on everything before hitting the bin. Carnifex Demon gives you another good, recurring source of -1/-1 counters. If you have a way to get counters on it besides the ones it comes into play with (like Hapatra’s ability or something like Gnarled Effigy), the demon can be a real problem. Contagion Engine kind of speaks for itself. Putting a counter on each of an opponent’s creatures and then proliferating twice will get you three separate triggers from Hapatra for three times the snakes. But, this is just the tip of the iceberg, the most obvious thing you can do.

Alright, we’re starting to get somewhere now. Crumbling Ashes insures that you never have to commit too many counters to the same creature. It’ll die sooner or later anyway. Blowfly Infestation lets you recycle some of the counters from dying creatures for another Hapatra trigger and more value. Necroskitter makes those sweet creatures your opponents have work for you after they die with a counter on them. It’s finally time for Necroskitter’s day in the sun! However, you don’t just have to put counters on your opponents’ creatures. Have you considered putting counters on your own creatures?

There are a couple of creatures that like to have -1/-1 counters on them for utility purposes. Blow up more artifacts by keeping your Wickerbough Elder fully stocked. Beat down hard with a resilient threat in the form of Deity of Scars. Grim Poppet lets you pinpoint the counters you want to disseminate and take out problematic creatures. You also have the option of throwing Quillspike into the deck for what can only be described as shenanigans. Quillspike will let you remove counters from any of your creatures, which means Persist creatures are gonna get to come back for multiple go-arounds. Puppeteer Clique and Woodfall Primus say hi! And that’s only the fair thing you can do with Quillspike. Turns out Quillspike goes infinite with Devoted Druid. Put a counter on Devoted Druid to untap it, tap it for a Green mana, use the Green mana to remove the counter with Quillspike’s ability, repeat ad infinitum. If you have Hapatra in play, this means infinite snakes. Seems pretty good to me, but treat infinite combos with care. It isn’t fun to lose to them, or win with them, all the time. Be nice about, huh?

Considering how few sets have featured -1/-1 counters in the history of Magic, there are certainly a lot of cool things you can do with them. There’s even an Enchantment that basically has Hapatra’s ability, except it makes Elves instead. Flourishing Defenses. There’s all sorts of things you can do with a Hapatra deck, and I am really excited to try them out!

So, what do you think of the newest BG Legendary? New hotness or soon to be forgotten? Let me know what you think! Any cool interactions I might not have noticed? I would love to see them! Until then, enjoy the rest of spoiler season for Amonkhet and hopefully there will be even more Commander goodies to discuss.

Robert Burrows

Alpha pt. 6

Originally posted by 1-800-boys

A/N: E/C = eye color

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five //

Scott quietly made his way downstairs to get a cool glass of water.
He sighed at the cold liquid running down his throat, his body still hot from his explicit dream.
It happened yet again.
Scott worked out at the gym, finished any homework assignments that were due, then got himself ready for bed.
Usually, they’ll start out normal until they don’t.
In the end, he wakes up with his body temperature at an alarming rate, his skin clinging to the sheets, and a boner so painful that he has to rub one out.
The worse that has ever been was when Allison slept over one time and he practically raped her in the middle of the night during his sleep.
She thought it was the full moon because Scott couldn’t bring himself to say that it was a result of a dream and he thought he was with another woman.
What was worse was the fact that the dreams were about Y/N.
It’s been going on for two weeks since Peter’s resurrection.
Now that he actually thought about it, he’s been dreaming about her when he found out what her name was.
There was something about her that was tantalizing.
He felt like he was drawn to her energy.
Scott wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Dude, you look like shit”
“I feel like it”
The boys walked to their locker and placed things inside.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I can’t sleep”
“Why not?
This was the hard part.
He respected his best friend and he knew Stiles had a major crush on Y/N. "Strange dreams with snakes”
“Yep, big, giant snakes with pretty eyes and a nice smile”
Scott cursed under his breath as he realized that he had no idea how to go on from there.
“Snakes? With pretty eyes?”
“And a nice smile and hourglass curves”
“Anyway, I can’t sleep and I feel like I’m slowly cascading into a pit of black space”
“Maybe you should watch something before you go to bed to clear your mind”
“Maybe. I just might take you up on that”
Allison came up to Scott and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, guys are we doing that movie night tomorrow?”
Stiles twiddled with his thumb and rocked on his heels back and forth as he looked at Scott.
“Allison, Friday’s are generally reserved for boys night…”
“Yeah, why don’t you hang out with Lydia and have a, I don’t know…”
“A girls night! That could be fun, right?” Stiles jumped in to save him.
Allison formed her lips into a thin line, her dimple exposed.
“If you guys don’t want to hang out with me it’s fine. Just because I’m a girl, it doesn’t mean I’ll lash out at you guys”
Stiles opened his arms wide with a toothy grin on his face, “great, because we really did not want you to come”
Allison gave a dry chuckle and turned to look at Scott.
“Is that true?”
“No, in fact, you can come with us tomorrow. We weren’t planning on going out, just a plain old movie night”
Stiles shook his head no and made gestures that would generally mean: stop talking.
“Yeah, you can choose the movie and we’ll watch it”
“Anything for you”

Scott grumbled to himself.
Stiles only agreed to the movie night because he said he’ll do him favors for a whole month.
Right now, the favor was to “fetch” Stiles his lacrosse equipment from the car.
On his way to the parking lot, Scott heard a few shouts.
He recognized the voice from Jackson and the other as Y/N.

“Jackson, for the last time, leave me alone!”
“I don’t want to leave you alone, I love you”
“I don’t care”
“If you mean that, kiss me right now and I’ll know if you’re lying or not”
“Gross, I’m not going to kiss you”
“You know you want to”

Jackson grabbed Y/N’s wrists and tried to pull her in for a kiss.
She struggled against the stubborn boy.
He could smell her fear and frustration from where he stood.
An angering cloud formed itself inside of Scott.
Making him pour out the protective nature of the wolf.
Scott ran toward Jackson and pushed him off of Y/N.
“She asked you to leave her alone”
“Mind your own business McCall,” Jackson shoved him back.
Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back.
Scott lunged for Jackson and the two brawled in the middle of the hallway.
Lockers were dented and banged up from the fight.
The two were hauled away to detention along with Stiles, Allison, and Lydia.


Peter’s hands kneaded your shoulders as you looked at your reflection.
He prided in his puppy.
You were exceptional.
Peter just told you what he wanted and you found a way to get the job done correctly.
Sure your methods were unorthodox, and he had to inform you of a better way, but you were still a damn good investment.
“Why did you choose me?”
“Not now”
“Don’t test me”
He sunk his claws into your neck and bared his fangs.
You let out a shrill, weak cry.
“I will not ask you again”
He ripped his claws out and wiped the blood off of his fingertips.
“Remember your task. I expect top notch results”


Jackson let out a high pitched roar and left the now damaged library.
Scott fought the paralysis and looked for his friends.
Allison was slump on the floor and Stiles was thrashing his head to get out of a book.
Scott fixed them in a much better position the best he could.
“Where do you think he’s going?”
Stiles was dropping to the floor before Scott caught him and pushed him back in a seated position.
“I’m not sure”
“Scott, he was talking about his ex before he turned”
“I’ll be back!”
Scott jogged out the library and ran around trying to find Y/N.
He ran past the gym to find her stretching.
Her ass was raised in the air as she was in a downward dog pose.
His cock twitched at the glorious sight.
Scott snapped out of his trance and interrupted her stretch.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Jackson or anything?”
Instead of replying Y/N took a swig of her water, sweat dripping down from her head and landing on her exposed breasts.
Scott scoffed and smiled when he realized what he did.
“Hi, Y/N”
“Oh, why, hello Scott. How are you?”
“I’m managing, you?”
“Sweaty. Working out makes me hot,” she smeared the sweat on her chest and slowly rubbed it down.
Scott imagined her doing the same thing with his cum as he came on her chest.
“I-I, uh, I bet. You know what?” Scott started to back out, “Jackson doesn’t seem to have come through here so I’ll just be on my way”
As Scott turned away from her, she rushed over to him and turned him back around by grabbing his hand.
“I never got a chance to say but, thank you for intervening earlier”
He tried to focus on her smooth voice, her hot palm sending impulses up his arm to other parts in his body.
“I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t–”
“Hey, it’s no problem. I was worried that he was going to hurt you,” he squeezed her hand.
“You were worried about me?”
“Well, of course. I care about you”
Damn it.
Scott didn’t mean to say that out loud.
What was happening?
Y/N put her head down trying to hide a smile, she looked back up into his eyes, her E/C orbs twinkling in the light.
“Seems like I’ll have to repay you with a favor,” she stood on her tiptoes to plant a burning kiss on his cheek.
When she pulled back her eyes were transfixed on his lips then drifted back to his eyes, “someday.”
Scott released a breath he’d been holding at the sound of her seductive voice.
She let go and took a step back, “hope you find Jackson”
Scott quickly turned around, his golden yellow eyes glowing at his peaked arousal.
He left without saying goodbye, afraid that he’ll pounce on her and never look back.


“Scott, hurry it’s about to start!”
Scott grabbed the hot popcorn from the microwave and plopped on the couch.
Stiles skipped out on the movie, claiming that he had trig homework to do when he’s in pre-calculus.
Allison chose Fifty Shades of Grey to watch.
That’s what Scott got for letting her choose the movie.
She cuddled up next to him on the couch.
The movie stimulated his mind and he tried to focus on the images, Allison on his chest, his girlfriend that he loved very much, the one he fought so hard for.
Every time he did, it would be replaced with Y/N.
She was so sexy that it hurt— literally.
Scott’s pants strained a painfully hard boner for the girl, her lips still imprinted on his cheek.
He had to have some sort of relief and he needed it now.
Scott shifted so Allison could move in a proper position for him to kiss her.
He tried to be gentle and sweet at first but it was killing him.
The kiss became hungry, his teeth clashing against hers, biting her lips in an attempt to quench his thirst.
Scott pushed her so she laid on the couch while he roughly parted her legs, dragging her jeans off her body.
“Scott, take it easy”
He growled at her voice and pulled aside her underwear, ravaging her cunt in a way that an animal would a meal.
Allison threw her head back and moaned, her body giving into the animal that was supposed to be her loving boyfriend.
He’d never done this before and it took her by surprise.  
Scott practically bit her clit and pulled back on it then flicked his tongue while shoving two fingers inside of her.
She didn’t know what to do at this point. Her body convulsed and jerked with everything he did, a tight sensation filled her stomach and she knew that she was coming.
Usually, Scott would wait for Allison to calm down a little before moving on but not tonight.
Tonight he kept going even when she squirmed around in discomfort.
Allison cried as she ripped through another orgasm, her body was ready to give up.
He got up and pulled her to him, charging into another furious kiss.
His hands traveled up through her hair, letting out a yelp when he grabbed a fistful and forced her on two knees.
She grunted and held onto the edge of the couch, “Scott, what are you doing?”
She tried to move but the werewolf pushed her and held her in place, pinning her to that one spot.
All Allison could hear was the sound of his belt unbuckling and a condom opening and him putting it on.
She was scared but at the same time, her pussy throbbed to be touched again. Not the way he usually does it but by the way he was acting now.
He parted her legs, pushed aside the underwear, and sheathed himself inside.
Allison let out a gasp, her mouth wide open with no sound able to come out.
He held on to her hips and slammed himself in and out, no intention of letting her adjust to his length.
Thoughts of Y/N ran through his mind.
It was her moaning, her sweet curves easy to maneuver as he pumped inside of her, the shape of her lips, and her warm, tight pussy welcoming him.
He grabbed her by the throat to pull her to his chest, his mouth right next to her ear.
The more he thought about her the more he squeezed.
Allison’s vision blurred, her oxygen was being cut off.
The repeated force of him hitting her womb, while strangling her slowly, generated a pleasure that made her understand fifty shades of grey a whole lot better.
Allison clawed at his hand but he didn’t let up.
The fear of dying while being fucked brought her to the edge.
His thrusts were more powerful and just when her vision blackened, his hand dropped giving her a chance to breathe.
Allison dug her nails into his thighs as the strongest orgasm rippled through her body in waves.
Scott growled as he shot six huge loads into the condom, the excess dripping onto the couch and the ground.
His legs wobbled at how much he came, he could barely make it to a bin to throw away the condom.
Allison struggled to catch her breath from the hardcore sex session.
There were no words to be said afterward.
The TV looped over the main menu, playing the same song over.


Lydia held her bag as she looked for her phone.
Allison told her about last night to explain the bruises around her neck
“He was so rough with me. It was like he became this whole other person that I didn’t know”
“Maybe he is”

Scott felt way better than yesterday.
He felt energized and awake. When he went to sleep after screwing Allison into oblivion, he had no dreams. None that kept him hot and bothered.
Once he spotted Stiles, he went over to him, leaning against his locker with a goofy smile on his face.
“How was movie night?”
“I can see that”
“You’re not mad are you?”
Scott narrowed his eyes at Stiles.
He knew him like the back of his hand, when he said he wasn’t he really was.
“I’m serious”
“Sure you are”
“I actually want to thank you”
“For what?
"Well, for one, sparing me to be the third wheel in your sex-escapade”
“You’re welcome”
“And two, I’m going on a date with Y/N!”
Scott dropped his smile and got off the locker, “what? When was this?”
“Yesterday! After you guys left, I stayed back to look over the bestiary, trying to figure out what a Kanima is truly capable of”


I was heading home when I saw a car out by the road

“Y/N, what are you doing here? What happened?”
“My car broke down. Do you think you can help me out a bit?”
“Yeah, sure,” Stiles put the emergency lights on and stepped down to see what the problem was. You shone a flashlight to help him see what was wrong with it.
“Don’t you ride a motorcycle?”
“It’s in the shop so my step-dad let me borrow one of his. You know a lot about cars?”
“Well, I drive one, so…”
“You do? Looks more like a golf cart”
Stiles stood up to look you in the face, he sucked his teeth and pointed at yours, “at least my "golf cart” doesn’t break down in the middle of the road"
You rose your arms in defeat and let out a chuckle, “You win Sassy Stilinski. I admit your jeep is one heck of a soldier”
“Thank you”
Stiles fidgeted under the hood and slipped off his jacket when he got a little sweaty.
You watched as he worked, his muscles flexed every time he used a wrench to tighten a bolt, and even though he was just a lanky kid, you couldn’t deny that he had a nice toned body underneath the thin hoodies he always wore.
Stiles smirked when he looked back at you because while you were admiring him, you moved the flashlight away.
“The radiator is torn, even if you were to get it going, it would just overheat again and break down”
“Great, just great”
“I don’t mind taking you home”
“Yeah, my golf cart can make double the trip”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny”
“I’m here all night folks,” Stiles opened your car door.

I took her home and we started talking in her driveway. I took your advice and apologized for ditching her.

“Not sure if it’s too late but, I’m really sorry for leaving you all alone at the dance”
“A month later is not too late,” you said sarcastically.
“I know, I’m an idiot”
“I was actually going to say asshole but I guess idiot is okay too”
“You didn’t call or text me. You stopped saying hi to me in the hallways and avoided me like the plague–”
“Alright, I see where you’re going with this.  Can I please make it up to you?”
“I want to take you out a real date”
“Think you can handle not ditching me again?”
Stiles chuckled, “I won’t”
“Is that a promise?”
“I swear”
“Kiss me then”
Stiles took a deep breath and looked at your lips.
His heart was pounding at the simple request.
Without wasting time, he cupped your face and kissed you with a purpose and an intention to make you pass out.
Your heart grew heavy, butterflies made your head feel dizzy, and your body instantaneously become hot with desire, making your woman clench with need.
Finally, he pulled away hesitantly, his lips magnetized to yours.
His eyes were now a wild brown color, his pupils dilated, irises blown with lust. The two of you panted softly. In a low whisper, Stiles said, “I promise” You cleared your throat and pulled the handle to get out, “right, okay, well you have my number, you can call, text–” Stiles nodded and agrees with you, “I’ll call. Or I’ll text–”
“Okay. Thanks for taking me home”

“Thank you so much, Scott. I’m not sure I could’ve done this without you.”
Stiles patted Scott on the back and left the angry wolf alone in the hallway.
Blood dripped down from his fist, his claws biting his skin to avoid ripping his best friend’s throat out.
But he shouldn’t think that way.
He was in love with Allison.
This is how it’s supposed to be, right?

Part Seven