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a collection of ginny weasley’s best moments, because the movies butchered her character so badly i think we all need a reminder of how amazing she is

  •  “famous harry potter,” said malfoy. “can’t even go into a bookshop without making the front page.” “leave him alone, he didn’t want all that!” (cos, pg 61)
  • his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard, i wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the dark lord (cos, pg 238) this is literally the cutest thing can you imagine little 11 year old ginny writing this
  • “so i made ginny write her own farewell on the wall and come down here to wait. she struggled and cried and became very boring” (cos, pg 313)
  •  “oh, that,” said ginny, giggling. “well - percys got a girlfriend.” … “it’s that ravenclaw prefect, penelope clearwater,” said ginny. “that’s who he was writing to all last summer, he’s been meeting her all over the school in secret. i walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day.” (cos, pg 341)
  • “ah, there’s penelope!” said percy, smoothing his hair and going pink again. ginny caught harry’s eye, and they both turned away to hide their laughter as percy strode over to a girl with long, curly hair, walking with his chest thrown out so she couldn’t miss his shiny badge. (poa, pg 71)
  • “go away, ginny,” said ron. “oh, that’s nice,” said ginny huffily, and she stalked off. (poa, pg 74)
  • “er - why are you calling that owl pig?” harry asked ron. “because he’s being stupid,” said ginny. “its proper name is pigwidgeon.” (gof, pg 52)
  • “she just didn’t want to go with neville… i mean, who would?” “don’t!” said ginny, annoyed. “don’t laugh -” (gof, pg 399)
  • “fine! ginny - BED!” ginny did not go quietly. they could hear her raging and storming at her mother all the way up the stairs… (ootp, pg 91)
  • “yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said george. “look at ginny.”… “you’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her bat-bogey hexes, have you?” (ootp, pg 100)
  • “don’t call her a mudblood!” said ron and ginny together, very angrily (ootp, pg 108)
  • mrs. weasley was wiping her face on an apron, and fred, george, and ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went “he got off, he got off, he got off -” (ootp, pg 156)
  • “i’m nobody,” said neville hurriedly. “no you’re not,” said ginny sharply. (ootp, pg 186)
  • “he [hagrid] isn’t a very good teacher, is he?” “yes, he is!” said harry, ron, and ginny angrily. (ootp, pg 200)
  • hem hem,” said ginny in such a good imitation of professor umbridge that several people looked around in alarm and then laughed. “weren’t we trying to decide how often we’re going to meet and get defense lessons?” (ootp, pg 345)
  • “yeah, the d.a.’s good,” said ginny. “only, let’s make it stand for dumbledore’s army because that’s the ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?”  (ootp, pg 392)
  • ginny was teamed with michael corner; she was doing very well… (ootp, pg 394)
  • “we’ve got another seeker!… ginny weasley…. she’s pretty good, actually.” (ootp, pg 453)
  • “yeah?” growled harry, his hands deep in his pockets as he watched the snow now falling thickly outside. “all been talking about me, have you? well, i’m getting used to it…” “we wanted to talk to you, harry,” said, ginny, “but as you’ve been hiding every since we got back -,” “i didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said harry, who was feeling more and more nettled. “well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by you-know-who, and i can tell you how it feels.” harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. then he wheeled around. “i forgot,” he said. “lucky you,” said ginny coolly. (ootp, pg 499)
  • “c’mon, ginny’s not bad [at quidditch],” said george fairly, sitting down next to fred. “actually, i dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us…” “she’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,” said hermione from behind her tottering pile of ancient runes books. (ootp, pg 574)
  • “well,” said ginny slowly… “if you really want to talk to sirius, i expect we could think of a way to do it…” “come on,” said harry dully. “with umbridge policing the fires and reading all our mail?” “the thing about growing up with fred and george,” said ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” (ootp, pg 655)
  • “hi,” said ginny uncertainly. “we recognized harry’s voice - what are you yelling about?” “never you mind,” said harry roughly. ginny raised her eyebrows. “there’s no need to take that tone with me,” she said coolly. “i was only wondering whether i could help.” (ootp, pg 735)
  • ginny was still trying to stamp on the feet of the sixth-year girl who had both her upper arms in a tight grip. (ootp, pg 744)
  • “but ginny was the best, she got malfoy - bat-bogey hex - it was superb, his whole face was covered in the great flapping things.” (ootp, pg 760)
  • “excuse me, but i care what happens to sirius as much as you do!” said ginny, her jaw set so that her resemblance to fred and george was suddenly striking. “you’re too -” harry began. “i’m three years older than you were when you fought you-know-who over the sorcerer’s stone,” she said fiercely, “and it’s because of me malfoy’s stuck back in umbridge’s office with giant flying bogeys attacking him-” (ootp, pg 761)
  • “okay, fine, it’s your choce,” he said curtly. “but unless we can find more thestrals you’re not going to be able -” “oh, more of them will come,” said ginny confidently… “what makes you think that?” “because in case you hadn’t noticed, you and hermione are both covered in blood,” she said coolly, “and we know hagrid lures thestrals with raw meat, so that’s probably why these two turned up in the first place…” (ootp, pg 763)
  • “not anymore,” said ginny resolutely. “he [michael corner] didn’t like gryffindor beating ravenclaw at quidditch and got really sulky, so i ditched him and he ran off to comfort cho instead.” (ootp, pg 866)
  • “whereas bill and fleur… well… what have they really got in common? he’s a hard working, down-to-earth sort of person, whereas she’s -” “a cow,” said ginny, nodding. “but bill’s not that down-to-earth. he’s a curse-breaker, isn’t he, he likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour… i expect that’s why he’s gone for phlegm.” (hbp, pg 127)
  • “tonks is okay looking when she isn’t doing stupid things to her hair and her nose, but-” “she’s a damn sight nicer than phlegm,” said ginny. (hbp, pg 129)
  • the door opened again and mrs. weasley popped her head in. “ginny,” she whispered, “come downstairs and help me with the lunch.” “i’m talking to this lot!” said ginny, outraged. “now!” said mrs. weasley, and withdrew. “she only wants me there so she doesn’t have to be alone with phlegm!” said ginny crossly. she swung her long red hair around in a very good imitation of fleur and pranced across the room with her arms held aloft like a ballerina. (hbp, pg 130)
  • “’e is always so thoughtful,” purred fleur adoringly, stroking bill’s nose. ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind fleur. (hbp, pg 146)
  • “but you’re moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren’t you?” ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. there was such a mrs. weasley-ish glare on her face that harry was surprised fred didn’t recoil. “it’s none of your business. and i’ll thank you,” she said angrily to ron … “not to tell tales about me to these two.” (hbp, pg 163)
  • “au revoir, ‘arry,” said fleur throatily, kissing him good-bye. ron hurried forward, looking hopeful, but ginny stuck out her foot and ron fell, sprawling in the dust at fleur’s feet. (hbp, pg 175)
  • zabini gave a tiny little cough that was clearly supposed to indicate amused skepticism. an angry voice burst out from behind slughorn . “yeah, zabini, because you’re so talented… at posing…” (hbp, pg 192)
  • “that’s right,” said ginny staunchly. “neville and i were both there too, and all this “chosen one” rubbish is just the prophet making things up as usual.” (hbp, pg 193)
  • “he saw me hex zacharias smith,” said ginny. “you remember that idiot from hufflepuff who was in the d.a.? he kept on and on asking about what happened at the ministry and in the end he annoyed me so much i hexed him.” (hbp, pg 195)
  • after two hours… harry had found himself three chasers… ginny weasley, who had outflown all the competition and scored seventeen goals to boot. (hbp, pg 292)
  • “and ginny, don’t call ron a prat, you’re not the captain of this team-” “well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat, and i thought someone should.” (hbp, pg 368)
  • “i don’t want too find my own sister snogging people in public!” “this was a deserted corridor till you came butting in!” said ginny. (hbp, pg 369)
  • right,” said ginny, tossing her long red hair out of her face and glaring at ron, “let’s get this straight once and for all. it is none of your business who i go out with or what i do with them, ron -” “yeah it is!” said ron, just as angrily. “d’you think i want people saying my sister’s a-” “a what?” shouted ginny, drawing her wand. “a what, exactly?” “he doesn’t mean anything, ginny -” said harry automatically… “oh yes he does!” she said, flaring up at harry. “just because he’s never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he’s ever had is from our auntie muriel-” “shut your mouth!” bellowed ron, by-passing red and turning maroon. “no, i will not!” yelled ginny, beside herself. “ive seen you with phlegm, hoping she’ll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it’s pathetic! if you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn’t mind so much that everyone else does it!” … “you don’t know what you’re talking about!” ron roared… “just because i don’t do it in public-!” ginny screamed with derisive laughter, trying to push harry out of the way. “been kissing pigwidgeon, have you? or have you got a picture of auntie muriel stashed under your pillow?” … “harry’s snogged cho chang!” shouted ginny, who sounded close to tears now. “and hermione snogged victor krum, it’s only you who acts like it’s something disgusting, ron, and that’s because you’ve got about as much experience as a twelve year old!” and with that, she stormed away. (hbp, pg 369-371)
  • … ginny having scored four of gryffindor’s six goals… (hbp, pg 381)
  • “ginny, where’re you going?” yelled harry, who had found himself trapped in the midst of a mass midair hug with the rest of the team, but ginny sped right on past them until, with an almightly crash, she collided with the commentator’s podium. as the crowd shrieked and laughed, the gryffindor team landed beside the wreckage of wood under which zacharias was feebly stirring; harry heard ginny saying blithely to an irate professor mcgonagall, “forgot to brake, professor, sorry.” (hbp, pg 383)
  • “it looks like he’s [ron] eating her face off, doesn’t it?” said ginny dispassionately. “but i suppose he’s got to refine his technique somehow.” (hbp, pg 387)
  • “ginny’s been nice, though. she stopped two boys in our transfiguration class calling me ‘loony’ the other day-” (hbp, pg 400)
  • “you could’ve taken anyone!” said ron in disbelief over dinner. “anyone! and you chose loony lovegood?” “don’t call her that, ron,” snapped ginny. (hbp, pg 401)
  • don’t push me, please, dean,” she said, sounding annoyed. “you’re always doing that, i can get through perfectly well on my own…” (hbp, pg 611)
  • there was ginny, running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. and without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that people were watching, harry kissed her okay not a total ginny moment but take notes @hpdirectors this is how you write a quality kiss (hbp, pg 681)
  • you’d think people had better things to gossip about,” said ginny… “three dementor attacks in a week, and all romilda vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest.” … “what did you tell her?” “i told her it’s a hungarian horntail,” said ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “much more macho.” “thanks,” said harry, grinning. “and what did you tell her ron’s got?” “a pygmy puff, but i didn’t say where.” (hbp, pg 684)
  • “just because i’ve given my permission doesn’t mean i can’t withdraw it-” “your permission,” scoffed ginny. “since when did you give me permission to do anything?” (hbp, pg 684)
  • “we can’t be together.” she said, with an oddly twisted smile, “it’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?” … “voldemort uses people his enemies are close to… he’ll try and get to me through you.” “what if i don’t care?” said ginny fiercely.  “i care,” said harry. “how do you think i’d feel if this was your funeral… and it was my fault…” …. “i never really gave up on you,” she said. “not really. i always hoped… hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because i never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? and she thought you might take a bit more notice if i was a bit more - myself.” … “well, i can’t say im surprised. i knew this would happen in the end. i knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting voldemort. maybe that’s why i like you so much.” (hbp, pg 822)
  • “i couldn’t think what to get you,” she said. “you didn’t have to get me anything.” … “i didn’t know what would be useful. nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.” … “so then i thought, i’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.” “i think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.” “there’s the silver lining i’ve been looking for,” she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet smelling hair. (dh, pg 99)

tips for drawing for an extended period of time (feel free to add on !)

in my latest attempt to get Really Good At Art So I Can Get Into Art School, ive been drawing 25 hours a week, though lately ive worked it up to 30, and my goal is 40 hours per week. this leads to me doing around 2 hours straight in school every day, 3 hours (ideally) per afternoon, and arnd 5-8 saturday and sunday. ive improved dramatically in the ~2 months ive started doing this, but it’s been rough at times, so here are some tips for people struggling to stay motivated!

- alternate between drawing exercises and working on longer pieces !! doing drawing excises for hours is miserable, and i find that its useful to take a break every hour orr two of working on a larger piece, or ill get frustrated and start to rush

-dont constantly drink caffine. i have a green tea problem, and drink arnd 4 cups a day, and by cup three my hands are usually shaking pretty bad. learn from my mistakes

-do intuitive drawing! theres a super cool youtube video on it ( )but basically its drawing a lot of the same thing fast

-draw things you love !! youll be a lot more motivated if youre drawing things related to your interests

-try drawing in pen ! i dont do this as much as i should, but sketching in pen really does help you improve

-if you find yourself getting distracted, checking tumblr every five minutes, etc. take a half-hour break and then get back to drawing ! ❤️ ive found that taking a break can often be more helpful than just trying to power through it

Infatuation - Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader

word count: 1481

warnings: none other than like two curses??

author’s note: hello its sabrina again!! this is my third and i think my favorite piece of writing. this is just a reminder to send in requests & im always open to feedback!!! also this will be a series, im not sure how long ill drag it out for but im thinking at least 3 installments! all my love, sab<3

Within your first few seconds in the building for the filming of Stranger Things 2, your expectations aren’t set very high. Your acting background wasn’t much, you’d been put into a few roles but only ended up falling in love with one or two.

“You must be Y/N, and this is your mom?” A tall, olive-skinned woman with dark permed hair and a receding hairline walking up to you spoke. Her hazel eyes lit up as soon as you nodded.

Looking around the (from what you had gathered) waiting room, you noticed the blue-green rug and the rows of beige chairs. It had a sort of a doctors office feeling to it, but much less sterile. Way more comfortable, you think. There were three boys and one girl already sitting down, all of them absorbed in their phones.

“You can take a seat, Y/N, and I’ll take your mother to go over paperwork!” She spoke with a lively tone. You nod again and walk over to sit next to the girl. Her hair was cut to her shoulders, a light brown color. She almost immediately spoke up,

“I’m Millie, Millie Bobby Brown. You’re Y/N?” She grins showing her perfectly straight teeth, and you smile back, maintaining her eye contact. “This is Noah, he plays Will.” She continues, signaling to a smaller boy to her left. Looking up from his phone, he waves shyly. “And that’s Gaten and Caleb.” She goes on, pointing to the other two boys, one with curly hair and another with close-cropped black hair. “I think we’re just waiting for Sadie and Finn.” You simply nod for the third time. The four of you seep back into silence again, isolating yourselves with your phones.

A couple minutes passed and a red-haired girl waltzes in. But she didn’t come with parents, just a tall boy with dark curls and earbuds in. Millie instantly jumps up from her seat to hug the redhead. But it was the taller one, who you assumed was Finn, who caught your attention. He had a dainty nose, with soft brown freckles dusted across his high cheekbones. His warm brown eyes focus on you but before you can meet his gaze, they slip down to the chair next to you. While the two girls chat on, Finn sits down on your right, with his earbuds still in.

Another few minutes go by and a different woman, much shorter, with tanned skin and thick furrowed brows sped in. But her face relaxes greatly when she saw your group.

“Time to go, guys!” She says quickly, gesturing us all to get up. Millie grabs your hands as if showing you off, pulling you closer to the woman.

“This is Y/N!” She says proudly. You smile, exhaling and looking at the floor.

“So I hear. Welcome to the cast, Y/N.” She said, smiling warmly and turning on her heel. The group follows her through a door and down a long hallway.

“Here are all the dressing rooms.” Millie explains. Pointing, she squeals, “Oh there’s Amy, the head of the makeup department!”

“So where are we going?” You whisper to her with wide eyes.

“The first day we go meet the brothers and get our first scripts.” Finn finally speaks up from behind you, turning around and taking one earbud out. His voice is low but smooth and sweet like honey. 

During your free time, you almost always ended up wandering down the hotel hallways, dragging your feet and skimming your hands along the walls. The first time this happened, you were searching for a better WiFi signal. But eventually, you began to find yourself walking listlessly throughout the beige hallways.

And it wasn’t that you were bored, or had nothing better to do, but that this was your time to yourself. Back at home, your ‘you time’ consisted of face masks or movie marathons. But when you’re away from your own environment you tend to get a little stuck in your head.

Sometimes there were people to watch. Castmates, staff, or just strangers. But again, who you found most intriguing was the curly haired boy with the earbuds in all the time. No, I don’t have a crush, you thought, it’s just that his personality is drawing. I bet Millie and Sadie feel this way too.

Speaking of Millie, that was another place you often were. In her shared room with Sadie. Where you three often played loud music and sang off-key. Where the three of you shared your thoughts about the rest of the cast and giggled about crushes back at your schools. Those were the moments where you felt you actually had friends, people who cared, and weren’t all alone in your head.

So there you sat your script in your lap, Millie on the other bed, and Sadie spinning in the desk chair.

“We should go do something. Practicing lines is so boring.” Sadie stops turning and says. When you thought about it, you hadn’t really done anything other than shooting, practicing lines, and hanging around the hotel. Honestly, you didn’t even know what there was to do.

“We could go out for food or something, like with the rest of the crew.” Millie offers, pulling out her phone to text the rest of the group. Your anxiety instantly rose.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the group, you loved them, it was Finn that was making you anxious. When he’s around, it feels like your head is in the clouds. A million thoughts of him begin to invade your mind. You feel your heart race with every small interaction, your palms sweat, and you try to fight the smile creeping onto your lips.

“No, we ate like an hour ago.” Sadie laughs and your pulse slows. Still, you’re only half listening, with the majority of your mind stuck on Finn. Pulling out your phone, you check the time. Almost 2:15.

“We should walk back to the studio soon, right?” You half-question. They both nod, and you exhale loudly.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like shooting, you absolutely loved it. It was that you knew Finn would be there, and you could rarely gage how you’re going to react around him. It’s like a switch gets flipped on in your brain where Normal Y/N gets shut off and Crushing Y/N is turned on. Where your knees feel weak and your stomach does flips. You can barely think straight let alone act rationally.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Do you not like filming?” Sadie asks seeming concerned.

“No, I do! But I just-“ You cut yourself off, feeling your face redden. You couldn’t tell them. Even you didn’t know what was going on in your mind, let alone how you could let them know without Millie telling Finn himself. And what if he didn’t feel the same way? Then, you thought, you would really be screwed.

“What?” Finn asks, taking out an earbud. He’s sitting on the edge of Caleb’s bed scrolling through Y/N’s Instagram. 

“All I said was you’ve been really quiet recently.” Gaten says louder this time, turning his head to Caleb for confirmation. 

“No, I haven’t.” Finn says, still not looking up from his phone. 

“You can tell us what’s going on, you know that, right?” Caleb insists. “If you don’t tell us, we’re going to find out eventually.” 

“Fine.” Finn says, rolling his eyes. “I like this girl. But she’s totally out of my league. So I’m just pissed.” 

“Who? Do we know her? Is it Millie?” Noah says raising his eyebrows. 

“No. God. No.” Finn says shaking his head. “I mean, I like Millie, but we’re just friends. And Y/N is much different.” 

Y/N? Damn.” Caleb says.

“Yeah, I know. Like I think about her so often, sometimes it’s a constant thought for hours. But I don’t stand a chance, she’s up here, and I’m down here. Fucking sucks.” He says, gesturing with his hands. 

“You don’t actually know if she doesn’t like you though.” Caleb says optimistically. 

“He’s right, you should tell her.” Gaten encourages. 

“Are you two insane? Hell no.” Finn says shaking his head. 

But their conversation is interrupted by a knock on the door. It’s Millie, she’s always yelling at us to be on time for rehearsals, he thought. And he was right, it was Millie, followed by Sadie and of course Y/N. Her hair was down, framing her face perfectly, and she happened to have on one of Finn’s favorite bands’ tees on. 

“Nice shirt.” He says, as soon as everyone’s walking down the hallway. He watches as a blush creeps up on her cheeks once more.

“Thanks.” She smiles, finally looking up from under her long dark lashes. And when the two of them made eye contact, Finn could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Like the flapping of a birds wings right next to his head. 

author’s 2nd note: i wanted to apologize for my sloppy writing, ive been wanting to finish this first part for over a week but after reading over it i think it feels really rushed so im sorry about the quality of this one :( but thanks for reading anyways!

anonymous asked:

can i have a s/o begin silly with Zenyatta, reaper, mcree using their catchphrase something like: zenyatta is kinda sad and s/o say "come here and Experience Tranquility" with open arms, the reaper s/o trying to sneak up on reaper(failing miserably) and saying "death comes" in most sweet tone, and mcree... i have no idea :D maybe the s/o answering the time saying "its high noon"?


It’s not often that Zenyatta admits to being sad. Every negative emotion is carefully weighed and judged by its usefulness. Grieving for Mondatta is deemed worthy of being expressed, both to validate others’ feelings and to show respect to his old friend.

But there is no sense in being a burden to his loved ones for something as inconsequential as a moodswing, and so he pretends that nothing is amiss when he greets you and your current hosts, an omnic couple who are honored by having Zenyatta stay with them, that morning over breakfast only you are actually eating.

“These are the best pancakes I ever had.” you claim. They’re really not but your hosts have been so self conscious over their cooking you have to reassure them somehow. And really, considering they don’t need nutrients themselves they’ve not being doing that bad a job.

“We can bring the leftovers for you to ‘snack on’ later.” Zenyatta says and it’s as endearing as ever to hear him use terminology that is exclusively human. Omnics don’t snack, but he adores the concept of humans eating just for pleasure as much as you adore him sometimes losing control of his limbs when he devotes too much of his mind to his philosophising and forgets he has a physical body to maintain.

Shortly after breakfast you set out towards the local community center, to help out with whatever needs doing and forming new connections while you’re at it. Working with people is such an integral part of Zenyatta’s life you couldn’t get around it if you wanted. He talks to humans and omnics and makes no differences between the two and knows their needs like he knows his own. Better than his own even.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” you say over mid-morning pancakes, between helping a young single mother with her newborn and school children with their homework, something they’ll often not have at home.

“All is well.” he says and that’s when you know he’s upset. Usually he wouldn’t have missed the chance to make a quip about the world in general having something wrong with it.

“Spit it out.”

His shoulders sag and he gives up the pretense of happiness.

“I suffered a bad dream last night, nothing more. I do not wish to wallow in it. Or talk about it.” he adds when you open your mouth to ask about the contents of his dream.

“Fair enough.” you say, pulling out a pen from your bag and writing on the back of your hand, without letting him see.

“I guess sometimes you really just have to move on and … “ you pause for effect long enough until he knows you’re going to make a bad joke of the kind he’ll never get enough of. “… embrace tranquility.”

You show your hand, tranquility written on it, and Zenyatta laughs so hard his voicebox glitches. He hugs you, hiccuping through his giggles, bad mood all but forgotten.

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With A Little Help From My Friend -Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

Prompt: Can I request a prompt where the reader is bad at science and does not get a single bit of it and she’s getting tutored by Peter?

Word Count: 768

A/N: Written by Daisy 

“Um, Y/N? Is it ok if I sit down?” You looked up suddenly, too lost in your own thoughts to notice the boy standing in front of you. 

You’d been in the library for hours, hopelessly trying to teach yourself chemistry. Due to your spectacular science skills, your teacher had advised you to find a tutor. You’d seen Peter around before, but never really had the chance to talk to him. What you did know, was that the kid was brilliant.

Peter was still standing in front of you, looking nervous and unsure of himself. “Oh, yeah of course.” You moved your textbook and notebooks to the side, offering him the seat beside you.

You studied him more closely as he went about getting his notes. You took in his tousled brown hair, dark eyes, and the punny graphic t-shirt that hung on his frame. You smiled to yourself and leaned back in your chair.

Peter turned back to you, “So you need help with Chem?”

You nodded, “That’s what they tell me.”

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ribcage. || ii

Summary: Let’s just say if Tom were to be a baseball player, he’d be known for swinging and missing.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Black!Reader

Word Count: 1,892

Warnings: One Ended Awkwardness

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College!AU Jungkook
  • major: computer science 
  • minor: digital art 
  • sports: on-campus dance crew, track & field 
  • clubs: e-sports club LOL 
  • is basically considered the “computed genius” of his year and all the professors in the computer science major just adore him 
  • halfway through his freshman year he was offered an internship at TWELVE different companies that had all heard about him because of the software projects he had perfected and also the fact that he apparently holds the record on campus for writing a code up in approximately 3.5 minutes
  • he thinks algorithms are fun and didn’t have to take the core for Calc 1 because when he was in High School he was past Calc 3
  • can take apart and rebuild a computer faster than most of the professors themselves
  • the cute thing is that as much as he knows about the inner workings of computers and all that, he’s also crazy about computer games and is super competitive. plays everything from World of Warcraft & League of Legends to Minecraft and Garry’s Mod.
  • is part of the universities e-sports club and plays in local tournaments for like cash and he has been scouted to join pro LOL or Starcraft teams but he’s like meh not interested but thanks
  • digital art is his minor and it kind of confuses the computer science department heads because they’re like!!! jungkook!!! you could do so much better how about?? mathematics oR economics as a minor and he’s like sketching his favorite playable character from mortal kombat like “nope. drawing is fun. drawing on the computer is even better.”
  • he kinda has this secret dream of being able to be a game software designer but he keeps it quiet from most people because everyones always on his case about the gREat things he can do with his mind like write software for the government or huge corporations and he’s like yeah yeah but in his head he’s got all these cool designs and plots for characters and adventures 
  • and the fact that he’s so good at like ?? everything kind of makes him the target for mean jealous peoples hatred and so his only real friends are like this small group of people that he meet through jimin, a friend of his on the dance team
  • other than them jungkook doesn’t really warm up to people the way jimin and taehyung do,,,,he kinda tends to be shy and closed up
  • oh and he does track & field because the coach like begged him to join after he saw jungkook doing a dash across the campus to get away from jimin who just wanted to give his best buddy a kiss on the cheek
  • and actually you meet jungkook because see you’re sitting in study hall with your laptop and you’re finishing up this essay. it took you like 10 hours to write and you’ve got like one billion sources and you’re on your last sentence when BAM your computer just freezes and dies on the spot
  • and you’re sitting there looking at your screen like what. the. fuck.
  • and jungkook is like two seats away with his headphones in watching some walk-through on his phone and laughing at all the mistakes of the streamer when he hears you let out the tiniest little yell and like almost slip onto the floor of your chair
  • and usually jungkook isn’t the type to put his nose into other peoples business but seeing as though you look like you’re about to start sobbing and the fact that your laptop is threatening to fall of your lap and break he’s like
  • “excuse me- your laptop-”
  • and you’re like” itS DEAD B ro  IT JUSt D I E D it RIPPED On me I wanNA sCream THAT PAPER is DUE BY 3 o’clock tHIS is the bittersweet end”
  • and jungkook is like 
  • well firstly he bursts into laughter because ‘the bittersweet end’ thats funny but also he’s like “hand me your laptop”
  • and you’re like what no how do i know you’re not gonna take it and run and jungkook’s like “because i have a macbook at home i don’t need your little pc notebook laptop” and you’re like Excuse me don’t trash talk my laptop and jungkooks like “fine fine but i can fix it hand it over”
  • and you’re a little suspicious because jungkook doesn’t look like he can fix it not when he’s wearing ripped up denim jeans, a white t-shirt three sizes too big and timberlands that look like they’ve seen hell and back but you’re like well…….it’s worth a shot
  • so you hand it over to him and jungkook like flips it over, checks the bottom of your laptop touches some stuff presses some buttons listen im not a computer science major jungkook is here
  • and when he presses the power button WALLA the screen turns on and there’s your saved word document with your essay and you’re like
  • staring at it and then looking back at jungkook with your mouth open and he’s like “told you” and you’re like 
  • “dude. dude you are GOD” and jungkook’s like “maybe not god but like yes im really really good.” and you’re like “i owe you one!!” and jungkook’s like nah forget about it bUT THEN
  • he hears it
  • the voice
  • that voice
  • and jungkook’s like oh nO and you’re like??? what oh look it’s jimin i know him he’s nice-
  • and jungkook is like hide me. please don’t tell him im here let me get behind yo-
  • and he like tries to get over you to the seat that’s like beside you but jimin is like jUNGKOOK!!! ive been looking for you - oh well hello there
  • jimin like smiles and waves to you and you like awkwardly wave back and jimin’s like “i didn’t know you knew jungkook, am i……….interrupting something (——:” 
  • and you’re about to be like “what?? no!” but jungkook sits up and is like “yes. jimin this is my significant other. we were just talking about where we were going to go on our DATE so if you could give us some time…..”
  • and jimin (being a sucker for all things romantic) gets a little red in the ears and is like OH OH I SEE WELL I WILL BE ON MY WAY 
  • and like winks and does a little finger gun @ jungkook
  • and you’re sitting there in stunned silence and jungkook is like umm uhhh umm 
  • and his face is getting redder by the minute and his eyes are wide like a lost bunny and he’s like “REmember how you said you owed me, yeah that was the favor I’m sorry-”
  • and you put your hands up like it’s fine it’s fine but why are you avoiding jimin?
  • and jungkook kind of sighs and he’s like dont get me wrong i love my hyung but he’s always saying i should go out and do things like date or whatever and im just like,,,,,,,id rather stay home and stream overwatch or something
  • and you’re like i know that Feel but you’re also like jimin is kinda right like isn’t that what college is about having fun and doing stuff but you shrug because it’s not your business and jungkook did fix your laptop and he is pretty cute you wouldn’t mind actually going on a date w/ him but since he’s obviously not interested you two like part ways and you thank him again for fixing your laptop and you’re like that’s that
  • ok im being dramatic but yeah you notice jimin at smoothie place near campus and you’re like oh no i better hide so he doesn’t ask me about jungkook
  • but jimin sees and he’s like HEY and you’re like fRICK but you smile and wave and he like jogs over to you and he’s like “listen this is going to sound so imposing and what not but im so happy you’re dating jungkook because he needs to get out of his shell and i never thought he’d find someone that he’d willing let do that and im just so thankful for taking care of him” 
  • jimin like grabs both your hands and does a little bow and you’re like oh my god what did i get myself into
  • and you have to search the whole campus until you find jungkook in one of the empty computer labs of the lab buildings and you’re like hEY WE HAVE A PROBLEM 
  • and jungkook takes his headphones off and he’s like ???? what problem wait one sec let me finish this -
  • and you’re like jungkook stop playing your online game and listen to me-
  • and he’s like one SEC i promise it’s for a good cause and you’re like what good cause it’s some online battle but then you see the screen flash the word ‘victory’ and you’re like jungkook this is serious-
  • and he’s like yeah yeah i know i just needed to beat that game it’s like a charity thing im doing that if i beat like twenty straight rounds this company will donate 20,000,000 won to a childrens hospital so
  • and you’re like hold up back it up you’re playing games for,,,,,,charity
  • and he kinda scratches his neck like well yeah i mean im good at it so i might as well put my skills toward helping people
  • and you’re @ you’re own heart don’t you dare skip a beat
  • but then jungkook also adds in the info that he fixes up old computers at poor schools so kids will be able to use the internet even if schools can’t afford newer models of computers and you’re like
  • well damn there my heart goes skipping TEN beats
  • and jungkook’s like so what’s up is it your laptop- but you’re like no no it’s park jimin he basically thanked me for being your significant other and was very genuine and passionate about this “relationship” of ours jungkook how are you ever going to tell him you lied
  • and jungkook’s like oh no,,,,,and you two are like standing there looking at each other like we done messed up until jungkook like clears his throat and he’s like
  • “wELL there is a way we could get away with it”
  • and you perk up like how??? tell me!!! and jungkooks like “well-ah-um-ah d-d–da-date–w-w- we could g-go on a date and see- see if mayb-maybe….”
  • and you’re like date? see? and you’re like oh he means see where it goes and you like instantly feel your own cheeks heat up and you’re like 
  • “actually,,,,id love to but,,,but,,,wait jungkook-”
  • and he’s like swallowing like yes??? 
  • and you’re like “did you think i was cute when you saw me in study hall with my laptop?” and he looks like he’s been caught red handed and he’s like wHAT No and you’re like oh my god you did 
  • and jungkook admits it (after you two bicker cutely about it for like half an hour) that yes he actually did think you were cute and honestly he would never have asked you out if it weren’t for this Twist of Events
  • and you two like laugh a little at each other because honestly you two were too scared to see if the other person would actually go on a date that when you pretended to date in front of jimin you both were like but this could never be real!!!?!!?!?!?
  • until you two are finally at a movie together, probably a movie based of a comic or something or like a kids animated movie lol, and you’re laughing sharing popcorn and then jungkook is like there’s a ferris wheel near here!! and you’re like fRICK yES take me and you two literally are like five year olds laughing and joking with each other on that date
  • and jungkook finally sees why the hell jimin is so into romance and love and all that jazz
  • because as much as he’s having fun and doing things he likes he’s doing them with someone as stunning and breathtaking as you
  • and sure when jimin comes around you guys have to amp up skinship or whatever but the second he leaves jungkook is like 10 feet away apologizing and you’re like jungkook it’s ok,,,because tbh his arms around your shoulder is so nice and warm
  • and you guys go on a couple more dates on the DL and it’s so cute and finally jungkook walks you to your dorm and is like hey,,,,,,hey,,,,,,,,and you’re like hmmm and he’s looking at your lips but he can’t bring himself to do it so you like roll your eyes and lean up to kiss him and he’s like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
  • and you’re like also !!!! but you like cover your mouth and look down and this would be so innocent and soft if it weren’t like the next second jungkooks like 
  • “you wanted to kiss me for a long time right? you were holding back RIGHT?” 
  • and you’re like JUNGKOOK SHUT IT 
  • and you’re chasing him down the street and his laughter is loud
  • and jungkook would totally call you up just so you two can sit in the park near the campus at night and push each other on the swings and it’s like
  • childish but you kids are so pure and so excited about everything
  • jungkook like rants a lot about all the games he’s played and his favorite characters and he like tries to help you get better at the games you’re interested in
  • and also he’s always there to fix anything that goes wrong with your laptop or phone
  • and like jimin thinks you two have been together for a super long time and you and jungkook are like actually jimin,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and when you finally tell him how you actually got together you expect jimin to like be super mad but no it’s the opposite jimin is like 
  • and you’re like well kinda and jungkook is burying his face in his hands like oh my god jimin … the reason i was able to fall in love….and jimin is like YES IM CUPID I KnEW IT
  • you going to jungkook’s dance competitions and like jimin is always pointing you out and jungkook waves shyly and you’re like he’s so adorable how and jimin’s like JunGKOOK lOVES YOU and the entire bleacher of girls is like casting glances at you and you’re like ,,,,,,oh god and jungkook’s like covering jimin’s mouth his hand like hYUng CHill
  • jungkook showing off his math skills by calculating tip and total prices when you go out to eat or shopping and you’re like “im dating a human calculator”
  • jungkook purposely ignoring you to play on his nintendo 3ds and you’re like jungkook kiss me and he’s like wait im playing fire emblem - and you’re like jungkook i will turn off your 3ds right now and he’s like ok ok ok 
  • (but in reality he was playing on purpose to see if you’d get pouty w him)
  • you meet the rest of his friends and they’re all equally as surprised to see jungkook dating and being so happy especially taehyung and yoongi who’re like “is this really jungkook? the jungkook who only knows romance through side plots in games?” 
  • it’s jungkooks birthday when you’re all over at his dorm together because jin baked a cake and jungkook was forced into a silly party hat by hoseok and jimin and like
  • everyone’s slowly leaving and jungkook is like “hey, can you stay?” and you’re like sure and idk it’s romantic the only light in the whole dorm is the candles still on the cake and jungkook asks you to close your eyes as he kisses down your neck
  • and like,,,,,you know he leads you toward his bed and like ,,,,, you mumble his name against his neck,,,,,and then-
  • and you and jungkook are like two flustered messes coming out of the bedroom and jin is like 
  • oh…….OH YOU TWO CHILDREn- and basically you get lectured by him and it’s hilarious jungkook is like jin please and you’re like so embarrassed you can barely speak up
  • jungkook creates a code so that every time you open up your laptop a little bubble with his face in it appears and there’s a message like “you’re lucky you have such a cute boyfriend” and you always like do a little ‘pfft’ but it’s adorable and you keep it 
  • you love watching jungkook sketch instead of just do digital art like sometimes you’ll see him sitting on the windowsill in one of the campus building looking out of the window and just drawing and he looks so serene with the light hugging him
  • and also jungkook in his big oversized clothes waiting for you after class so you two can literally just go to his dorm and cuddle 
  • jin: “take them out on a nice date jungkook, hear ill give you some money-” you and jungkook: “is buying 5 bags of cheetos with this money you’re gonna give us count as ‘doing something nice’?” jin: “………you are both children. Children.” 

find namjoon’s ver (here)  // jimin’s ver (here) // taehyung’s ver (here
college!au vixx (here)

please look forward to the rest of college!bts coming soon~

Drogon is Lightbringer.

Here are some clues I found showing Drogon being described as Lightbringer.  I think it’s also possible that a important sword (maybe made out of dragonglass or even the sword Dawn) can play a role in killing the Night’s King, however, Drogon is probably what the prophecy was referring to.

First, let’s look at the Qarthian origin story of dragons From AGOT:

“He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.“

Compare that to the story of how AAR forged Lightbringer:

“The third time, with a heavy heart, for he knew before hand what he must do to finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon.”

And now let’s compare that to the birth of Dany’s dragons:

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder.

Only death can pay for life.

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

This is very specific wording used by GRRM. The cracking of the moon or the eggs is what ties in the birth of the dragons with the creation of Lightbringer. Also note the smoke is whirling around Dany, i.e. born among smoke and salt (Dothraki sea).


Here are some interesting quotes regarding the comet:

“The Dothraki named the comet shierak qiya, the Bleeding Star. The old men muttered that it omened ill, but Daenerys Targaryen had seen it first on the night she had burned Khal Drogo, the night her dragons had awakened. It is the herald of my coming, she told herself as she gazed up into the night sky with wonder in her heart. The gods have sent it to show me the way. “

“As the handmaids toweled her dry and wrapped her in a sandsilk robe, Dany’s thoughts went to the three who had sought her out in the City of Bones. The Bleeding Star led me to Qarth for a purpose. Here I will find what I need, if I have the strength to take what is offered, and the wisdom to avoid the traps and snares. If the gods mean for me to conquer, they will provide, they will send me a sign, and if not … if not … “

From Dany’s fevered dream as she miscarries Rhaego, we see the imagery of the burning heart, but instead of her husband, it is her child:

“…She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin….”

Melissandre when reciting the prophecy of Azor Ahai refers to Lightbringer as a burning sword:

“In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”

Now let’s look at how Xaro Xhoan Daxos refers to the dragons in ADWD:

“When your dragons were small they were a wonder. Grown, they are death and devastation,  a flaming sword above the world.

Finally, we have this very interesting passage from one of Jon’s ADWD chapter, he’s reading a passage Maester Aemon marked for him in the Jade Compendium:

“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. Once Azor Ahai fought a monster. When he thrust the sword through the belly of the beast, its blood began to boil. Smoke and steam poured from its mouth, its eyes melted and dribbled down its cheeks, and its body burst into flame.” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.”

Now compare that to Dany’s description of what happened to Kraznys mo Nakloz during the sack of Astapor:

“There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head.”

These quotes from the books show a connection to not only what Lightbringer is but what it can do. All these quotes have been left for us the reader throughout the series, All the way at the beginning of AGOT to almost the end of ADWD.

Dany herself is referred to as light, a few times throughout the series.

From Daenerys III ACOK, Xaro says this to Dany:

“Marry me, bright light and sail the ships of my heart”

Daenerys IV, The House of the Undying:

“ They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them …”

An interesting note to the Light and Life describe within Dany. In Spanish when we say a woman has given birth we say “dar a luz” which literally translate “to give light” or “to bring light  [into the world]”. The opposite of what the death the Others bring with them is LIFE. Who better to bring life to give life than a Mother.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of the Rangers first road trip/travel!

Oh shit this is gonna be SO LONG 😂 Send in requests guys! 

  • They use Jason’s Mini van bc Jason is the mother of the group and no one else trusts each other with their car.
  • And Jason packs a shit tone of stuff. Because “you never know what you might need on the road.”
  • Zack shuffling through bags like “Jason do we really need all this crap?”
  • Billy being worried that they’ll forget something so he creates a list of all the essentials and continues to ask his boyfriend (Jason) to check through the bags.
  • Kim telling everyone to have their playlists ready but “if one of you plays some 70s hippy crap I will lose my shit.”
  • “Uh pretty sure it was the 60s Kim…”
  • Kim and Trini snuggling gayly with each other in the back under a blanket and Zack sitting there next to them like “if this is what the whole trips gonna be like I’m gonna need to have 500 pit stops to barf.”
  • Trini punching him for that comment.
  • “You really think Angel Grove can handle us being away this long?!”
  • Jason driving and Billy sitting in the front with the map.
  • Fighting over the aux cord but Billy being like “we could put my music on!” And Jason instantly snatching it off Zack to play his boyfriends music.

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the 5 steps to happiness

summary: caroline arrives in the afterlife (requested by @kmze and a lot of others!)

a/n: this is a little different from what I usually write but I liked it and it was an excuse to write pure steroline fluff, plus a little Lexi and Liz. Enjoy!


He’s not expecting it when it happens. 

Of course, he knew it would happen, but he hoped it would be much further down the line. He is barely on his 200th calendar, the boxes of January crossed out in yellow counting down the days, a constant reminder that she is on her way. He just hoped she lived a very long and happy life before hand. 

He sits in his armchair in front of the fire, hers placed carefully next to his side, tapping his fingers along the rim of his half empty glass. Journal open on his lap as his jaw ticks with the lack of inspiration. 

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everyday survival.

reader x scott mccall. 

warnings: depression.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

depression was a killer, you knew that better than anyone. you dreamed of the day that you could wake up and not dread the days that followed. you dreamed of the night you could go to sleep and hope you would wake up tomorrow, not hope you were ripped away in the prime of your life. 

you didn’t know how many hours you had spent in total, just staring at this ceiling. there was nothing particularly interesting about it, just a plain white ceiling hanging above your head yet you spent a lot of time staring at it like it was the most important thing in your life. 

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anonymous asked:

How about a fluffy post-FBaWtFT fix-it with Theseus taking Percival on a long vacation around the world after his rescue? ^^ especially if Newt tags along to find more fantastic beasts!

It happens the night Percival runs.

We’re in New York, it’s still Winter - a couple of weeks after the Auror Team and Tina Goldstein - shaking hands, bleached lips, heart slowly imploding in her chest as she barks orders - managed to find Director Percival Graves. Alive, said the Healer they brought with them, even if his strong-jawed, weathered face had gone paler and paler as he approached the poor thing of broken skin and bloodied clothes on the prison’s floor, alive. Then Theseus Scamander ran forward, dropping on his knees and sobbing broken apologies to the poor thing, alarm charms were shot in the dark, and Auror Goldstein retaired herself to a bent in the maze of undergroud corridors and threw her guts up.

For seven days, Percival hovers between life and death, IVs desperately pumping blood in his exhausted system, magic knitting back together bones and tissues - friends and colleagues and family coming to say stay please or I’m sorry or at least goodbye. Theseus does all three, repeatedly. Newt drops by too, bones aching for open air and cramped foul-smelling ship cabins and lands and creatures still uncharted but unable to leave Tina’s pain - his brother’s pain. He’s not sure what he’s exactly supposed to do, but that’s hardly a problem - Newt has a longlife experience in being awkwardly useless. So he keeps coming around, and peering in the private room to check on Theseus’ sunken, unshaven face and the sleeping man he’s never really met, and bringing food and water, and somehow he finds himself listening to Thes’ stories of his time in the Army and his time with Percival. They’re good stories, and when he’s telling them, his brother’s eyes do not look quite as haunted as usual. For Newt, it’s more than enough.

Percival waking up results in a rather anticlimatic event, actually. Rather mundane. He simply opens his eyes, in the wee hours of morning when Theseus drags himself to the MACUSA restrooms to wash his face, stretches a shaking arm to ring the bell beside his table, and quietly answers the Healer’s questions. Yes, he knows his name. Yes, he knows where he is. No, he does not remember how he got here. No, he doesn’t want her to call anyone. Yes - he’s thirsty.

“There’s something else I can do for you, Director?” the Healer asks, putting down the glass of water she’s just pressed to Graves’ lips and that his shaking fingers haven’t even tried to hold. “Some soup? Ice chips?”

Percival draws a breath - it’s painful. Everything is painful, everything is shattering, his skin his bones his teeth, and his heart, his heart is pounding hard enough to burst through his chest, as if it’s trying to get free from this failing body, as if Grindelwald was still hovering over him grinning and laughing and-

“I wanna go home,” Percival says. “I wanna go home, now.”

The Healer squirms uneasily on her spot. “Mister Graves, you’re not yet recovered enough-”

They won’t let him - oh no, no, that’s not good not good not good. He’s suddenly breathing through concrete. His heart redoubles its efforts to crack his ribs. The room’s walls seem to breath around him, in and out, closing in, inch by inch. “I can fucking see it by myself, thanks,” he rasps out, “but I want to go home. And real clothes. And shoes.” A shuddering breath. “And my wand.”

“Mister Graves…”

“I’m alive, am I not?” Percival swings his feet off the side of the bed, trying to push himself up. It’s a blinding, burning mistake, his right leg screaming and his left elbow exploding in a tiny supernova of needles and bright spots flickering before his eyes. “Then there’ no need to fret like that - if I was to kick the bucket, I’d do it before.” He shudders, the last time he tried to get up - the last time he broke his arm as punishment - flashing in his mind, and forces himself to think that word, repeat it over and over again - I’m alive I’m alive I’m alive.

Am I not?

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My Sunshine| Mark Sloan

Originally posted by houseofgreysanatomy

Obviously song lyrics come from You Are My Sunshine - by Johnny Cash. 

I was rewatching the Season 6 and 8 finale over the past couple of days.. and it just occurred to me again how absolutely phenomenal Marks character development was for the time he was on the show!

Prompt: You and Mark are head over heels in love with each other. but he believes you deserve someone better and you, on the other hand, have never wanted anything more then to call him yours. But time.. you never seem to have enough of it. 

Key: bolded italics are lyrics

Italics are flashbacks

Set during 8x24-9x01

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anonymous asked:

Umm???? You forgot a j0nerys parallel!1!!11 they’re both legitimate members of house take what ever we want with no repercussions

I always shy away from calling Jon a dragon, because we all know he’s a wolf at heart. He’s a warg ffs, a word originally used to describe those who could skinchange into wolves and direwolves. All the Stark children were born with the ability, and Varamyr saw Jon’s gift immediately:

“"They say you forget,“ Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”

Varamyr knew the truth of that. When he claimed the eagle that had been Orell’s, he could feel the other skinchanger raging at his presence. Orell had been slain by the turncloak crow Jon Snow, and his hate for his killer had been so strong that Varamyr found himself hating the beastling boy as well. He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king. He could have done it, he did not doubt. The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.”

- Prologue, A Dance With Dragons

Jon is also compared to wildlings, the freefolk of the North, the real North:

“"My lord is wise.“ Ser Alliser seized Jon by the arm.

Jon yanked away and grabbed the knight by the throat with such ferocity that he lifted him off the floor. He would have throttled him if the Eastwatch men had not pulled him off. Thorne staggered back, rubbing the marks Jon’s fingers had left on his neck. “You see for yourselves, brothers. The boy is a wildling.“”

- Jon IX, A Storm of Swords

What I find interesting is not just Jon’s strength (surprising given how slender he is) but also the fact he goes for Alliser’s throat, just like a wolf. He’s ferocious as well, and would have killed him, just like a wolf would do. It’s worth noting actually that direwolves and dragons kill very differently. It might seem obvious, but dragons burn their prey first, which automatically distances them from their quarry. They’re so huge, they don’t actually need to be close to kill… not so a direwolf. A direwolf must close its jaws around the throat of what it wants to kill- and it’s a perfect comparison to how Daenerys and Jon deal with their enemies. Daenerys is pretty much invulnerable on Drogon, distant, far above her enemies as she kills them. Jon is in the blood and filth of battle, looking into the eyes of the men he kills. Jon is far more visceral in his battles. He’s right there with his men, in as much danger as they are. Then there’s this:

“Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he’d taken.

In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. “Jon, enough,” Halder was shouting, “he’s down, you disarmed him. Enough!”

No. Not enough. Never enough. Jon let his sword drop. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Emmett, are you hurt?“”

- Jon XII, A Storm of Swords

Jon almost goes into animal rages, and he moves like a wolf:

“Jon prowled around Satin in a slow circle, sword in hand, forcing him to turn.”

- Jon XI, A Storm of Swords

GRRM is almost screaming it at us. Wolf. Jon’s a wolf. Even as far back as A Game of Thrones, Jon had a hold on Ghost that made them almost seem like a pack, hunting, together:

“Hours later, as the castle slept, three of them paid a call on his cell. Grenn held his arms while Pyp sat on his legs. Jon could hear Rast’s rapid breathing as Ghost leapt onto his chest. The direwolf’s eyes burned red as embers as his teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of the boy’s throat, just enough to draw blood. “Remember, we know where you sleep,” Jon said softly.”

- Jon IV, A Game of Thrones

Then there’s this beauty:

“I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We’d find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger… he could feel it. It was food he needed, prey, a red deer that stank of fear or a great elk proud and defiant. He needed to kill and fill his belly with fresh meat and hot dark blood. His mouth began to water with the thought.

It was a long moment before he understood what was happening. When he did, he bolted to his feet. "Ghost?” He turned toward the wood, and there he came, padding silently out of the green dusk, the breath coming warm and white from his open jaws. “Ghost!” he shouted, and the direwolf broke into a run. He was leaner than he had been, but bigger as well, and the only sound he made was the soft crunch of dead leaves beneath his paws. When he reached Jon he leapt, and they wrestled amidst brown grass and long shadows as the stars came out above them. “Gods, wolf, where have you been?” Jon said when Ghost stopped worrying at his forearm. “I thought you’d died on me, like Robb and Ygritte and all the rest. I’ve had no sense of you, not since I climbed the Wall, not even in dreams.” The direwolf had no answer, but he licked Jon’s face with a tongue like a wet rasp, and his eyes caught the last light and shone like two great red suns.”

- Jon XII, A Storm of Swords

This doesn’t just address his profound bond with Ghost, the almost becoming one with the wolf mind and being confused that the thoughts of prey and blood are not his own. This addresses the ‘take whatever we want’ aspect, as well. Jon actively refuses to take what he wants. He could. He could be Lord of Winterfell and have trueborn sons and a wife. We can see above how it pains him- but he’s not even allowed to feel that in a non-animalistic way. It all merges with the wolf.

“In the shadow of the Wall, the direwolf brushed up against his fingers. For half a heartbeat the night came alive with a thousand smells, and Jon Snow heard the crackle of the crust breaking on a patch of old snow. Someone was behind him, he realized suddenly. Someone who smelled warm as a summer day.”

- Jon VI, A Dance With Dragons 

Jon is so bound up with Ghost, with imagery of hunting and sensing and feeling as a wolf that he could never be anything else. He has a visceral, dark connection to the warg part of himself he will never shake. He is bound up in it, even as Daenerys lacks control of her dragons:

“Drogon hunted far afield, but when he was sated he liked to bask in the sun at the apex of the Great Pyramid, where once the harpy of Meereen had stood. Thrice they had tried to take him there, and thrice they had failed. Two score of her bravest had risked themselves trying to capture him. Almost all had suffered burns, and four of them had died. The last she had seen of Drogon had been at sunset on the night of the third attempt. The black dragon had been flying north across the Skahazadhan toward the tall grasses of the Dothraki sea. He had not returned.

Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.”

- Daenerys II, A Dance With Dragons

Jon has a primal bond with Ghost. They share thoughts and sensations, visceral and raw. Daenerys shares no such thing with her dragons, and they are cut off from each other. Dragons are distant, where the wolves are not. Jon Snow is a wolf to his blood and his bones, and will never be anything else.


Originally posted by transmikewheeler

finafuckingly here it is, i am so damn sorry this took so long. ive had 5 ideas for this and ive rewritten it 6 times. this idea mostly came from @dirajunara who was a total sweetheart and has written the first 20? something lines for me to start. now that being said i hope this will make a long day a little better for you dearie

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@pelycosauria​ asked: Okay, Don’t know if I send you a Scotty prompt yet or not, so here it is:“I could kill you any second, you know that?”

“It was supposed to be a simple away mission!” Jim defended himself, “I needed her to collect samples, that’s not dangerous!”
“Everything is dangerous when you do it,” Bones answered as they stepped through yet another door, coming face to face with Scotty.
“Why is she like tha’?” He asked, no, demanded to know, “It was supposed ta be a simple away mission! What did ye do ta her?”
He pointed at Jim and then pointed at the brig, at you behind the thick glass wall, trying to claw your way through.
“scotty, I know what youre thinking right now” Jim tried to get his attention away from you “Y/N is gonna be alright ok? Bones and spock will do everything they can to help her”
he put his hands on scotty’s shoulder and urged him to look at Jim. With a sigh scotty resigned and looked up to his captain “all we need you to do, is to keep performing as good as always. I promise you Y/N will be alright” scotty took one look back to you and then replied “aye cap’n, I’ll try”
4 hours earlier
a simple away mission, that’s all it was supposed to be. The captain wanted you, a science officer that excelled in collecting samples, along with a few botanists and security officers to beam down to a planet newly discovered by the federation.
That’s where it all went wrong. When you were down on the planet, some flower’s spores entered your body and thus your bloodway, causing you to go berserk. But you were not the only one affected, every single member of the away team had inhaled the spores.
When another security team beamed down to the service in hazmat suits, ready to take the berserks back to the ship with force if necessary. All they found was you, standing in a pool of blood surrounded by the dead bodies of your away team. Ready to kill whoever tried to stop you.
Present time
Scotty had gone back down to engineering, trying to get his mind off of you. “I should’ve stopped her, it hadn’t felt right when she announced that she was on the away team.” And now he had lost you, had lost the most important person to him. The wrench he was holding fell out of his hands down the Jefferies tube, this wasn’t working, he needed to help to get you back again.
Full of determination he walked out of engineering to the turbo lift. Everyone knew what was going on and all of the working crew stopped to see him walk by, his head hung low in defeat and fists clenched at his side of anger. Anger because he might’ve lost you forever.
The doors to the lab opened and scotty stepped in “Mr. Scott,” Spock began, scotty looked to him “might I inquire as to what you are doing up here” “well, i-I” scotty began to stutter.
At that same time bones came walking in with a box in his hands. “Scotty, I’m glad you’re here” “ye are?” scotty looked at him with a baffled face. “yes” Bones replied, he put the box down and turned to face him “you see, we might’ve found an antidote for Y/N”
scotty didn’t even dare to hope this might work. Just the tone in bones’ voice didn’t even have the tiniest spark of happiness in it “however, we will need to get into her holding cell and bring it into her system” at that Spock turned his head to the good doctor “doctor, we cannot ask this of mr. Scott. It simply is to dangerous for him to go in”
“but he’s our best shot spock, don’t you see? Y/N might not hurt him. Something changes in her eyes everytime we mention him or when she saw him, didn’t you notice?” Bones voice changed “she remembers him, its our only chance to save her”
Spock was trying to formulate a response to him when scotty piped up “hold ye horses lads, don’ I ge’ a say in this?” both men stared at him “don’t ya see? This is what I signed up for when I became ‘er boyfriend” he started to get worked up “an’ I will do this, wether you like it or no’.” his voice became softer “because she is more than me girlfriend doctor. She’s also me friend, and I’d do anythin’ for me friends”  
both men stared silently at scotty for a few moments before bones finally replied “alright then, you’re going in” Scotty took a deep breath and said “aye well, let’s go then”

“LET ME OUT YOU BLOODY IDIOT” was the first thing the trio heard when they stepped through the door into the brig. You were still screaming and trying to claw your way through the glass.
Hissing you said “I swear, if you don’t let me out now I WILL KILL YOU” kicking the glass to give your words some more emphasation.
“that is higly illogical miss Y/N, since you are still behind that glass you cannot kill him” spock said drawing your attention to the three of him
“Spock..” bones sighed and rubbed his hand over his faced.
Scotty however, was still staring at you. the woman that meant the most to him in the world was captured behind glass, all because of some stupid flower.
“please don’t hurt our monty”  that had been your last thought before you had gone berserk,  and here he was standing before you monty.
You put your hands flat on the glass and snarled “well well well, if that isn’t our favorite monty my good side can’t stop talking about. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
you watched him carefully as he came trough the door into your holding cell and moved carefully towards you. at first he was afraid you might attack him, or draw yourself backwards into a corner.
But you remained still as he moved towards you, he came face to face with you and he moved his hands to gently push your head to the side so he could give you the hypo with the antidote.
In one single move, so fast he couldn’t pull away, your hands came up around his neck. Squeezing ever so slightly.
I could kill you any second, you know that?” you hissed between your teeth.
“then why don’t ya?” Scotty managed to choke out. He looked at you with horror in his eyes, afraid of what your bloodlust might do to him. Like it had done to your away team.
“I promised that bitch one thing,” you snarled “that I wouldn’t hurt our ‘monty’” you mockingly said.
You let him go and silently resigned to him admistering the hypo, releasing the antidote into your bloodstream. He stepped away from you and watched you, checking if anything happened to you.
As mere ten seconds after he gave you the hypo, you collapsed. Bones and Spock came rushing in and after that, everything was a blur for scotty.
3 days later
You had been released from medical after countless tests making sure every single trace of the spores was out of your body.
You remembered everything, from the moment you changed into IT, to the moment you woke up into medbay.
Shivering you turned on the shower, it might not be real and you’d never wash the blood of your crewmates off of your hands, but it helped somehow. To collect your thoughts. you had been lucky that the captain didn’t want to press charges, but nobody looked at you the same way.
Even Monty had changed, it felt as if he treated you like you were made of glass and you hated it. You had been influenced by a fucking flower for crying out loud, you were still alive. Although with the blood on your hands you sometimes wished you weren’t
Faintly you heard the door to the bathroom swish open and clothing that fell on the floor. scotty sighed, he came up behind you in the shower and put his arms around your waist.
“I thought I lost ya, don’ ya eve’ do anythin’ like this again.” You turned around in his arms “please” he pleaded. you finally gathered the courage to look up into his eyes, they looked at you full of adoration, love and a hint of sadness.
You almost died today, not to mention the people that had died all at your hands. “i-i-I killed them monty.” You said and laid your head on his chest letting the tears take over “I killed my own damn crewmates”
His hands came up to cradle your head and he forced you to look up at him “it wasnae yar fault lass, ye couldnae do anythin’ aboot it” he whispered “please le’ me help ye wi’ this”
And in that moment, you knew that with monty at your side, you could overcome this.


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false alarm

The stomach pains were unbearable, beyond any physical pain she had ever experienced before. She was sure it was just period cramps, and tried to alleviate the pain by doing what every girl does: painkillers, a hot water bottle draped over her stomach, stretching… you name it, she’d tried it. However, nothing was helping.

“Y/n, I think we should go to the hospital. Three days ago you said that if the pain doesn’t go away within 2 days, you’d go see a doctor. And as far as I’m aware, this is now the third day and  your stomach still hurts,” William worried and watched y/n laying on the bed in a fetal position. Her face was all crunched up in pain and he could tell she was having a hard time breathing normally.

“No… I’m already feeling a little better,” she lied and got up, but was wincing so bad that William rolled his eyes.

“Stop lying. I know your scared of needles and doctors and all that, but we’re going to the emergency room. We’ll be back home for dinner.” William helped her to put her shoes on and practically carried her into the car. If only he had known what was going to happen.

4 hours later at the ER, the doctor had taken multiple tests, but none of those explained what was causing the pain. Y/n had been hooked to an IV, and she was given stronger medicine to ease the pain. She was laying peacefully on the hospital bed, the meds making her feel better and better each minute. William rested his head on her legs, and looked exhausted. This was not what he’d had in mind, he had expected the pain to be her appendix which would have been easily treated, so now after multiple tests and check ups he was growing more and more worried.

“Alright, Miss…” the doctor started as he re-entered the room for probably the 13th time at this point. “We are still clueless as to what could be causing the pain you’re feeling. We are going to bring in an ultra sound technician, who is going to check your ovaries for cysts”.

Y/n was nodding along, listening carefully and William just stared at the doctor, unsure of what to say. He wanted to argue like a little kid, ask him questions like “why aren’t you making her feel better”, but knew it would only make the situation worse.

“While you’re here though, is there any chance you could be pregnant? Are you sexually active?” the doctor continued, writing in his little notebook. She glanced at Will, half-expecting him to faint after hearing the word “pregnancy”, but he was showing no emotion, just listening and looking at the doctor.

“Yes, but I’m on birth control,” she replied and was sure she always took the pill at the same exact time each day, to maximise its effectiveness.

“Well, as I’m sure you know, no method of birth control is 100% effective. Even the combination of two different methods does not guarantee anything. I’ll send in a nurse to do an ultra sound checkup,” the doctor smiled and clapped his notebook shut. Will squeezed her hand.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Sort of surprised you’re still here though, I was expecting you to run away when the doctor mentioned pregnancy,” she chuckled and missed the offended look on Will’s face. When she didn’t get a response from him, she turned her head in surprise.

“Why would I have ran away? If we’re pregnant, then we’re pregnant. ” Y/n was taken aback: did he just say “we” and not “you”? She wondered if she had been pumped so full of meds that she was hallucinating. Looking at her stomach she couldn’t help but wonder.

“You want to have a baby?” Now it was William’s turn to be surprised.

“Of course I do and you know that. Not necessarily right now, but if it happens, it happens,” he shrugged. Y/n was now sure she was having a dream, the guy sitting next to her was a far cry from the Will she’d started dating nearly a year ago, who had insisted on getting her on the pill. The look on her face must have given away her astonishment as William gave her a reassuring smile, kissing her forehead.

“Would you really be okay with it if I were pregnant?” she asked quietly, still not believing what he’d said before. He looked really puzzled for a moment, and sighed.

“Of course I would. I mean, it would be a big shock at first, but we would adjust. We’d be fine. We would move to a new house, and paint the baby’s room either pink or blue. We’d attend those parenting classes, and learn how to baby-proof our home. And you’d be glowing the entire time, oh man I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. The baby would start kicking in a few months and we could hear his or her heartbeat. It would be amazing.” Y/n was smiling and smoothed her hand over her stomach. Maybe having a baby with Will wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

The nurse strolled in with a miniature ultrasound machine.

“We just need to roll up your shirt to expose your stomach. The gel I’m going to spread will be cold, just a little heads up,” the nurse smiled and squeezed a small amount of transparent jelly on y/n’s stomach. As soon as the the small nozzle touched her stomach, a heartbeat could be heard.

“There’s a heartbeat?” she gasped and grabbed Will’s hand.

“That’s yours,” the nurse laughed assuring her and kept moving the small nozzle around. She circled around y/n’s lower stomach, and kept looking at the screen. Will had never been as nervous and he let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in.

“That tiny thing is what is making you feel so terrible,” the nurse nodded and pointed at a small lump. “It’s a cyst. I will have to draw some more blood and run a test to figure out what kind of cyst it is, but you don’t have to be worried. It should go away around the time of your next ovulation,” the nurse explained and started packing up. Y/n’s eyes fell from the screen to the linked hands between her and William.

“I will come back soon to do the blood work. I will also bring you some medicine that you can take home,” the nurse said and pulled the small machine out of the room, leaving Will and y/n alone. For a moment neither of them moved or said anything, until Will coughed.

“Good to finally know for sure what it is…” William sighed and ran his thumb over her knuckles. In a matter of minutes y/n had become excited about having a baby with him, only to be told the “baby” was a fluid filled cyst. She knew it was for the better, both she and William were only in their 20s, but hearing Will describe what their life with a little child would be like had made her hopeful. At least she now knew that if she ever ended up expecting a child, Willy would be okay with it. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed though, and he must have noticed this as he pulled her in a hug and kissed the top of her head.

“One day when the time is right,” she heard him whisper.