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The reason SAS Captain Arthur Pendragon can't keep a communications specialist in Team Excalibur because none of them are good enough. And then Lieutenant Merlin Emrys gets assigned to his squad, and Arthur does everything he can to prove that Merlin isn't good enough, either. Except he is.

Some are born immortal, some achieve immortality, and some have immortality thrust upon them when they touch something in a museum that they really shouldn't touch. Magnus reached up to tweak Alec’s collar when he got close enough. “Saved the day again, Mr Lightwood?” Alec felt some of the tension of the past few days seep out of him, and his mouth twitched into a smile. “As always, Mr Bane.”

Charles Scribner joins US Special Agents in recovering a stolen Rubens in Miami Beach.

Put someone in pain front of Alec and he’ll help, no matter what.

“So we are talking one collab every month and a half on Lara Jean’s channel, and two appearance every fortnight on Peter’s,” Trina outlines after half an hour of discussion of agreed terms. “As well as five pictures each per month on Instagram.” “Sounds perfect to me,” Peter’s manager agrees. Because that is Lara Jean’s life now. Drafting a contract not just for a collaboration with Peter, but for a fake dating arrangement between the two of them. And, look, Lara Jean is not stupid; she gets it. Lots of celebrities date for PR, and she even knows a Youtuber or two who had sketchy relationships for views. She just never really thought she would be one of those people, though. (The one where Peter is a vlogger, Lara Jean has a baking channel, and everything is clickbait.)

Ginny woke up with a gasp that felt like sandpaper shoved down her throat. Her lungs brimmed with rock and cold water, with the thick musty smell of snake. She inhaled again and it was softer– she blinked her eyes open as the world rearranged itself. Mildew and stone gave way to the scent of sun-warmed grass. Apple blossoms. Branches cut the sky into shards of blue.  She had learned how to fly in this orchard. She had stolen her brothers’ brooms out of the shed and practiced when no one was watching her. She knew this view–lying on the ground, looking up–because she had laid out here in the shade on hot summer days, because she had fallen off brooms and bruised herself all over, again and again, knocked all the air out of her lungs.  Ginny sat up. 

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Where Johnny goes, the Devil follows; where Johnny goes, the Devil is already there.

howl straight up charging at the witch of the waste without using any magic at all is less absurd when you remember he plays rugby Him having played rugby always fucks me up, because I usually picture Howl as this willowy, androgyne (you know, like in the movie) and then I’m like Wait. He's probably fucking stacked. bf howls position, as i understand it, is more about speed than slamming ppl left and right (with legs like these you can run away from all the problems) but like, 1) most rugby players are thicc af and 2) anyone who plays rugby has the instinct to tackle a bitch ingrained in their soul howl is some kind of jock-nerd paradox. Imagine seeing this guy playing rugby and then floating into ur ethics class smelling of lavender and vanity

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares 1 cup unsalted butter, softened 1 egg 1 cup sugar 2 cups flour 1 tsp vanilla ½ tsp salt Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan. Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.  Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar. Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.

Edward fucking Elric. This fucking fight-me 12 year old troglodyte shows up to the exam and performs circle-less transmutation in front of mother fucking Bradley, demonstrating to one of the seven Actual Fucking Homunculi that he’d already opened the portal. Ed was literally prepped as a human sacrifice before he showed up to Central. A fully set human sacrifice showed up at the homunculi’s door, said “hey look what I can do!”, proved he’d opened the mother fucking portal already, and said “hey yeah hire me”. Human sacrifice, free shipping, no assembly required, handcuffs not included! They could have just tossed Ed into a shoebox and kept him there until the Promised Day. They wouldn’t even need to make up an excuse he attacked the f u  c k i n g president. That’s fucking treason babey. He’s 12, he’s an orphan, he’s from a rural town in buttfuck nowhere, he’s literally the easiest person alive to disappear. They could have arrested him for assassination crimes, kept him in gay baby jail, and just popped him out for the Promised Day What do they do instead?! “Oh lmao this kid’s great. Let’s give him infinite money, no supervision, no governmental responsibilities, access to all our secret resources, and toss him on a train to who-the-fuck-knows-where-land” They fucking did that And like? They then had the audacity to be concerned when Edward “Fight Me” Elric almost got himself killed about 293 times. Just an endless game of “I thought u were watching him” from one homunculus to another when Ed fucking absconds half-way across the globe to go entice some other hostile entity into murdering him to death. That’s the whole series. Every arc is Ed baiting death while the homunculi are in the background like “:/ wish he wouldn’t do that”

One second, Hermione is running through the Forbidden Forest with Death Eaters hot on her heels because Voldemort may be dead, but the fight isn’t over yet. And then she’s out of the woods, and there is Hogwarts: silent, beautiful against a night sky, and strangely whole. There is no fighting. There is no army. There is only the golden glow of the lit windows reflected in the lake and the crispness of Autumn air. This is not her Hogwarts.

Prompt: It is the end of the world, and due to magic and plot, Sansa's consciousness is permanently transported into the past; into Cersei's body immediately before she meets King Robert in the Sept of Baelor. How does Sansa, as Cersei, change the realm for better or for worse politically and personally as Queen? How does Sansa, as Cersei, deal with being married to Robert? And how on earth does Sansa, as Cersei, deal with being Tywin's daughter, Tyrion's hated sister, and Jaime's beloved?

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“Oi,” Ronan snorts, “Why the fuck are you talking to me like I’m a stranger?” Adam looks at him. “You are,” he points out. “We’re strangers.” “You got naked in my bathroom,” Ronan points out right back, “we’ve just spent the afternoon drinking coffee and telling fart jokes. I don’t think we’re strangers.”

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Adam Parrish is an only child - not that that affords him any luxuries - for more than a decade. When Ethan is born, it changes his entire life plan, and the canon of his story. Adam does not go to Aglionby, meets up with the other pieces of his soul through other means.

Fresh in his grief and his guilt following the end of the Time War, the remarkably capable and insightful Martha Jones reminds Nine of why he loves the human race. After her traumatic time with Ten, Martha worries that spending time with Nine is a bad idea but finds she can't resist, especially as the differences between the way the two of them regard her becomes increasingly clear. Traveling together they find the strength to face their respective grief and inspiration to move forward.

Edward Elric (the second) has always had to balance the two sides of his life; on one proper flesh and blood hand, he's a genius working as a crime scene investigator, putting his younger brother through university. On the other not-actually-flesh-and-blood hand, he's also the red-hooded vigilante Fullmetal, protecting Central City from criminals and assholes like 'the Dragon'. But mutilated bodies have stared showing up, and now he has to deal with his estranged sorta-maybe-ex-boyfriend (who's in charge of hunting down Ed's alternate persona), keeping the public from various levels of hysteria, and stopping a mysterious group who seem to be echoing the one his mother used to belong to...

Ronan married Adam Parrish in the summer of 2015, but it didn't mean anything. They're actors. It wasn't real.

“We good here?” Ronan sweeps a knuckle across his lower lip and glares at Adam as if daring him to say something about … any of this whole situation. Whether it’s the destroyed car, the forgotten phone number, or the gratuitous kiss from a super hot dude with an expensive motorcycle, Adam can’t exactly determine.

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The terms to their arrangement are set, and Lara Jean jokes about making an unbreakable vow. Peter does not find this funny. So they sign a piece of parchment instead. It’s all very anti-climactic.

i wonder what’s happening right now over at hogwarts probably education since harry doesn’t go there anymore Wanna bet Next generation, chanting DO IT: Teddy Lupin with metamorphosed bird wings for arms, standing in the astronomy tower: IM GONNA DO IT McGonnagal: WHAT THE FUCK

The Inquisitor slammed his fists against the door of his cell again. “Pathetic. I congratulate you on not visibly panicking, but surely you’re not so stupid as to—“ Luke grimaced. Time to commit, or time to wait and watch their captor’s reaction? “—not notice that you’ve captured Luke Skywalker, whom we’ve managed to Turn—” “I’m sorry, who?” Maybe Obi-Wan Kenobi’s look could have been drier, but Luke kind of doubted it. Being sent back in time, getting to see the Old Jedi Order, Ben, his Father…it was an opportunity Luke had never dreamed he’d have. If only he and Mara hadn’t been pulled back in the middle of a mission where they were undercover as Sith.

I took my meds too close to bedtime again and I need you all to know the dream I had last night involved Robin Williams becoming the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Not, a character portrayed by Robin Williams, just Robin Williams as himself running around Hogwarts doing wandless magic and being as loud and big as possible because and I quote before I forget: “Listen, children, I’m not saying all this bad shit that is happening isn’t scary and you shouldn’t be concerned–because you should!–but I’m telling you this now for free. Life is a boggart, it’s the biggest boggart of them all. You never know what it’s going to look like one moment to the next. And sometimes you just gotta laugh. It’s okay to laugh. It’s part of the grieving process. You need to grieve before you can heal. But it’s okay to laugh while you’re doing it.” I didn’t wake up right after that, some more stuff happened in a hazy sort of way as the dream began to dissolve into conciousness, but I remember him yelling Expecto Patronum as he punched a Death Eater in the face. Because sometimes, evidently, you have to make your own happy memories.

It brings me SO MUCH joy that the plot of Chamber of Secrets basically happens because Lucius is terrified out of his mind of Arthur and Molly Weasley and their SEVeN kids who were all raised to hold the line in case anyone tried to start a genocidal regime again. They are so powerful and so dangerous to any attempted rise to power from the Death Eaters, and Lucius feels the need to try and marginalize and demonize them in order to decrease the threat they pose. And boy was he right to be concerned, they are…unstoppable. Each and every one of them. You thought it was impressive that it took five Death Eaters to kill their uncles? Try having a couple Weasleys illegally on the airwaves, one destroying Voldemort’s Horcruxes, one protesting at Hogwarts, one running loose in the government, one housing escaped prisoners, and one getting foreign support!! More children than they can afford? Try more children than you can effectively stop!! And then when they ALL show up to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts? What a trip for Lucius Malfoy! Hey bigots! Would you like to pick an opponent based on which Quidditch position they excel at, or do you wanna roll the dice and go with one of the brothers who got 12 OWLs? Those are your only two options because Weasleys are EVERYWHERE and the weak link is NO ONE. The fear that must have been in his heart when one or two of them was around every corner of the school taking down his DE pals…is so amazing to think about. Glorious. Iconic. Every Weasley has red hair, freckles, and a drive to destroy the concept of blood purity at all cost!!

Conservatives: I hate Muslim people. Look at what that Muslim person did at that Orlando LGBT bar. LGBT people: So, does that mean you care about LGBT people? Conservatives: No! Gay people are pedophiles, and transgender women are just men who want to invade women’s restrooms and harass women! WE NEED TO PROTECT WOMEN! Women: So, does that mean you care about women? Conservatives: Shut up, feminazi! Women in the United States are not oppressed! If you want to talk about women’s oppression, you should be focusing on how women in other countries are treated! Refugees: So, does that mean you care about people from other countries? Conservatives: Stay out of our country! Why should we care about refugees when we have people here who need help? Homeless People: So, does that mean you care about people who need help? Conservatives: No! Get a job, freeloader!