thesoulfunkybrother:

-The Awakening.18′

-Paintings. Tawny Chatmon.

PAINTINGS???

uncontinuous:

AU where Minerva McGonagall has a little less faith in Albus Dumbledore so she does agree to leave Harry at the Dursleys.

But then proceeds to move right in next door with her wife because Albus never said that she couldn’t.

So Harry grows up with two grandmalike aunties next door, who basically finnagle him into living with them in all but name. It’s great, until he gets to Hogwarts because he keeps accidentally calling McGonagall Aunt Min instead of Professor.

The more I think about this the better it gets because suddenly a small biracial orphan appearing on the Dursley’s doorstep is less scandalous and gossip worthy in the
pasty ass white suburbia of Privet Drive, when it’s compared to the elderly lesbian interracial couple who moved in next door.

imamesseffect:

a vanguard’s true power is yeeting themselves across the battlefield to punch an enemy in the face

abattoirette:

i want six rainstorms & a bowl of strawberries

purplebuddhaquotes:

“…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”

— Emily Dickinson

wingedlioness:

sacrificethemtothesquid:

justheretobreakthings:

Most shows I’ve seen that mention fan fiction readers/writers portray them as kinda oddball super-geeks with no lives or social skills.

So I wanna take a moment to appreciate the fact that in Parks & Recreation, the character who writes fan fiction is the intelligent, successful, and good-looking primary love interest of the main character.

Also I want to read the full fic he wrote.

It’s only unrealistic because he said he finished it.

He’s obviously lying, so it’s very realistic.

it’s been 84 years

tierfal:

I’m alive!

And, thanks to @silmil-p-ain, so is the Leading the Blind ‘verse! They commissioned a sequel, and my stupid brain decided that that required something longer than the original fic, so… here we are. 😡

SAND AND GLASS (PART I) (@DW)

Ed fills his canister mug, screws the lid on, and makes a truly valiant attempt at a break for the door.

Despite the fact that Roy is (significantly) blind; and (slightly less significantly, but noteworthy nonetheless) sitting at the kitchen table with his back turned—apparently engrossed in an alchemically-lit newspaper, a mug of the coffee, and a plate of toast—the insuppressible bastard’s hand snaps out and catches Ed’s sleeve. Roy doesn’t even look up, although Ed has to admit that that part would be a little redundant these days.

Roy does clear his throat, however, and then employ Amestris’s all-time-favorite radio voice to speak the words: “Coffee does not count as breakfast, my dearest love.”

“Shows what you know,” Ed says, but he can’t wriggle hard enough to twist free of Roy’s grip without jeopardizing the coffee. “Leggo already. I put sugar in it—it’s got calories and caffeine. Isn’t that the entire point of breakfast?”

friendly-animals:

(Source)

patiently waiting for fall like

the-spooky-spooks:

thejollywriter:

lilbittydragon:

spacehussy:

broliloquy:

quasi-normalcy:

Hot Take: Satan’s actual aim in “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” was to trick Johnny into committing the mortal sin of pride. Since he succeeded, the Devil gets his soul anyway. But enjoy your functionally useless golden fiddle for the next few decades, I guess.

Even hotter take: Johnny seems like the kind of cool and fun person who was going to go to hell for enjoying life to the fullest anyway, so all the Devil really achieved was a truly impressive self-own in the form of an immortal folk song commemorating Johnny absolutely destroying him in a fiddle duel, despite the fact that the Devil cheated by summoning an entire band of demons to back him up.

#hottest take: the devil was just trying to flirt with johnny

#ultra hot take: The Devil Went Down On Johnny

That went down in a hurry