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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Head Boy

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Scorpius’s seventh year letter from Hogwarts contains an unexpected piece of good news, and Draco has never been prouder. 

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sense8 headcanons (pt.3)

because i can’t stop writing about my babies when i should be doing work

  • after lito finally tells hernando and daniela about the cluster, they agree to have a massive movie marathon so his new family can see what has made his old family proud for so long.  lito finds he’s actually kind of nervous, the way he used to get back when he was first acting, before he had made a name for himself.  neither daniela nor hernando are exactly sure what to expect, but they can tell when it’s no longer lito talking when an excited voice says, “i forgot you did action movies.  this is just like jean-claude!”
  • when will decides he’s going to propose to riley, he also decides he’s going to do everything in his power to try to keep it as a surprise.  one day, when she’s visiting with her dad who’s got another layover, he consults with nomi.  (she’s the only one of them who’s ever proposed to someone, after all.)  they only have so much time before riley will notice the excitement thrumming through nomi and will, so once he’s made up his mind, he knows it has to happen that day.  with most of the rest of the money will has in his old saving’s account, he buys her a beautiful sapphire ring.  (it’s blue, just like her, and more importantly it’s nothing like the ring magnus got her so many years ago.)  what will and nomi don’t know is that at the same time, she has been explaining everything to her dad, wanting him to finally meet the other pieces of her heart who helped make her whole again.  so riley and her dad show up, ready to finally begin introductions, when they open the door to find will down on one knee.  (the rest of the cluster is off on the sidelines, not wanting to steal the spotlight.)
  • kala eventually gets wolfgang to watch bollywood movies with her.  (by the time this happens, she has already convinced the rest of the cluster to sit through one with her at some point or another.)  it’s not that he had never wanted to join her before, but wolfgang always worried that his time with her was limited.  with all of the millions of things he wanted to experience with her, bollywood hadn’t exactly been at the top of his list.  eventually, though, wolfgang starts to realize that maybe this thing with kala could last.  maybe he can start counting his life in years, rather than just surviving each day. once he realizes that he might actually get to have a life outside of his horrible family, he gives in.  kala doesn’t bring it up, but she knows what it means that he is finally willing to take the time and do mundane things together.  the movie becomes one of their favorites.
  • felix loses his shit when he finds out about the cluster.  at first, he’s hurt and kind of mad at wolfgang for leaving berlin without telling him.  but it’s not wolfgang he’s talking to, it’s some random chick from iceland who’s speaking english and somehow got his phone number.  and he wouldn’t believe her at all, if not for all the things she knows about him that he’s only ever told wolfgang.  (and wolfgang may be many things, but he isn’t a talker.  felix knows this woman must know his secrets for a reason.)  he doesn’t get what’s going on yet, but he follows the woman’s instructions to go to the netherlands and find them in amsterdam.  (it’s a six hour drive, but wolfgang sat by his hospital bed for a lot longer than six hours.) once he gets there, the icelandic chick (riley, he learns her name is) and several others start speaking to him, accents all varying wildly.  at one point, he asks them to slow down, he can’t understand everything if they talk all at once, it’s been a while since he had to speak english.  another woman, this one with an american accent, apologies for not speaking german with him, that usually they would but….  nomi realizes partway through the sentence that there really is no good way to finish that without explaining everything, so the cluster ends up just sort of blurting it out and doing their best to catch felix up to speed.  he’s super confused, but doesn’t ask questions until after they’ve all rescued wolfgang.  it’s only after his brother is safe that felix really freaks out on them.  (“you’re a psychic and you didn’t TELL ME?” “i’m not a psychic.” “YOU HAVE CONVERSATIONS IN YOUR MIND WITH PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.”)
The world is a harsh place to be, especially if you’re different… I very much doubt that there’s anybody in here that doesn’t know somebody who battles mental health… But you see the Supernatural family getting together and helping people… It’s kind of an antidote. It’s not brain surgery, but in some ways it’s heart surgery… I find that to be a really magical thing… This family, this fandom has become something I’m very proud of; what you do.
—  Mark Sheppard (Asylum 18)

Guys look at his smile, his freaking smile!! He is so happy and so are we. Our jungkookie is finally graduated and ready for adult hood. God where did time go? One minute he was little 15 year old kookie going to school now he’s a grown man 😭. Army’s are proud of you for staying dedicated to completing school, even if some made fun of you for still being in high school, your hyungs/family/friends and army are so PROUD of what you’ve achieved. Fighting!

anonymous asked:

More Vietnam AU please!!!

Vietnam AU

Claire blissfully settled back a bit on the bench, resting her head against the whitewashed siding of the barn, watching a red squirrel scamper through the clearing and chase a gray squirrel up a fir tree.

Jamie’s Fraser forebears had built a few stalls in the 1760s. Right after the main rooms of the Big House – Lallybroch, after the estate they’d lost in the Highlands following the disastrous ’45 Rising – had been completed. Governor William Tryon had given another James Fraser a spectacular land grant, which still formed the core of the family’s farm and landholdings. They had farmed this land – poured their blood and sweat into the dirt and trees and fields – for more than two centuries.

And prospered.

How she enjoyed just listening to Jamie’s rich, melodious voice spinning incredible tales of valor and love and sacrifice. Without breaking a beat, he handed her an apple from his rucksack – exchanging it for the remaining half of the roast beef sandwich Jenny had made him this morning – smiling at how she’d chewed around the tomato slices.

“Not a fan, hmm?” he teased.

Her teeth crunched around the apple. “Never liked them – too slimy.” Smiling.

“I’ll have to remember that, then.”

She didn’t think her heart could beat any faster.

“And then Simon Fraser, my grandfather, decided to expand the whisky operation – we still use the caves he carved out to age the bottles. Murtagh always talks about going more commercial, but I prefer keeping it all in the family.”

It had probably been several hours since they’d been able to stop just staring at each other, and Jamie had led Claire by the hand into the sunshine outside the barn.

Suddenly shy around each other, Claire had grasped at something – anything – to keep them talking.

“Tell me about your family?” she asked gently, gesturing toward a bench tucked against the side of the barn.

And then he’d laughed.

What she wouldn’t give to hear that every single day for the rest of her life.

“How many generations back?” he’d teased, eyes flashing. Still holding her hand.

“Your parents will do.” Her thumb caressed his injured hand. Carefully. Gently.

“Ach, no way! I’ll tell you the entire history of this place. It’s in my blood, you see?”

And it was – it clearly was. Never had she seen anyone so proud of his family – and what so many generations, united for the same purpose, had accomplished.

So they had spent the next several hours talking – and laughing – and genuinely getting to know each other for the first time. Jamie was a born storyteller – charming, witty. Flirtatious.

And as the hours passed – and they shared Jamie’s simple yet delicious lunch – they began to relax.

They did not discuss why Claire had come. What she had been doing. What Jamie had been doing, since they’d parted on the helicopter pad at Chu Lai.

That would come. But now – now they celebrated the simple fact that they were with each other again.

It was overwhelming. Claire had had weeks to mentally prepare – Jamie had had no notice.

“Don’t you have chores?” she asked after a while – now that lunch was over, Jamie’s rucksack tucked away, and their hands had found each other again. “Don’t you need to fix that saddle, or whatever you were doing when I interrupted you?”

He shrugged, eyes facing forward out into the forest. So quietly green and lush. The woods he had grown up in.

“It doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore. You’re here.”

Claire pursed her lips – sensing an opening. She turned on the bench to face him directly.

As always – he was right there to meet her.

“What happens now, Jamie?”

He took her left hand between his, tracing his thumb around the base of her ring finger. Eyes strong on hers.

“Why have you come, Claire?” His voice was soft, vulnerable. “To tell me you’re well – or so that we could make a life together?”

“I’m not married anymore,” she breathed. “I went home to him, like you asked me to. It took me until Christmas to see him. And I told him we would move forward, as husband and wife.”

She closed her eyes – suddenly overcome with shame.

Jamie waited.

Patient.

Giving.

Tears trickled from her eyes. “He told me he had fallen in love with someone else – and that our marriage was over. He didn’t even want to try.”

A soft, soft touch on her cheek.

Jamie’s lips, kissing the tears away.

Kissing the apple of her cheek. Her nose. Her forehead.

Cherishing her.

Infusing her with strength.

She opened her eyes – and he was right there in front of her.

“We got an annulment. And I got into medical school, in Boston.”

Jamie had such a beautiful smile.

“And then I had a chance to come down to App State – to work with Dr. Beaton. I want to help people find their voices – to help them heal from tragedy and injury. To help them find themselves.”

She twined their fingers together.

“You have a knack for that, Claire,” he breathed. “You can do *anything* you set your mind to. Don’t you know that by now?”

He held her eyes. She felt invincible.

“I do,” she said after a long while. “I do.”

“Good. But Claire – you didn’t answer my question.”

She shifted a bit on the bench. “I don’t think it’s only my decision, Jamie – it’s yours as well.”

He licked his lips, dropping his gaze to his knees.

“My life is yours, Claire.”

She reeled back – stunned.

“I – Jamie, I – you can’t – ”

“Yes, I can. And I will. You saved my life, at Chu Lai. You restored me to myself. I owe you a debt. So it’s up to you to decide what we shall do – where we go next. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw you, and you’ve held and healed my soul and my body between your two hands – and kept them safe.”

None of this was real. Real people didn’t talk like this.

But Jamie was real, all right – more real than anything had ever been to her. More than Frank – more than school – more than anything else that had ever mattered in her life.

“Do you know what I was saying to you, all that time when I was locked in my mind? When my mouth couldn’t form the right words?”

He nudged his knee with hers, getting her to look up. To see the tears shining in his own eyes.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t. Tell me?”

He tilted his head. “I was telling you how beautiful you are. How you remind me of the fairy stories my Mam told me as a child – of the sorceress who bewitches the mighty warrior. The kelpie who comes from the sea to claim a human man as her love. The enchantress whom the brave hero is compelled to fall for.”

He took a deep breath. “And then I’d tell you of my home – of here, Lallybroch. And how I knew you’d fit right in to life here – how happy we would be here, together. Of the life we’d have, if things were different.”

Claire’s cheeks pinked at his words – at the praise she felt she did not deserve. “What do you mean, if things were different?”

“If I’d met you at a different time or place. If you weren’t married. If I could court you properly, the way you deserve.”

He straightened his back, licking his lips.

“So. I will ask you a third time, Claire. Why are you here?”

Preparing himself for anything – including rejection.

But those were words that would never fall from her lips.

The next words she had asked him so many times in her dreams. It was the most natural thing in the world.

“Will you have me?”

An extraordinary look of terror and joy and jubilation flashed across his face.

He grabbed her hands, kissing them feverishly.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Yes, I’ll have you.”