As a Pakistani, muslim immigrant, I am so grateful for Ms Marvel

The most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen

when the Dementors are killing you but you’ve got that Potter blood and Quidditch is life 💪😤🥇

I'LL NEVER STOP SOBBING

More katsudeku on ice… I still have those millions of headcanons sitting around and I kinda want to write a fic… These poses are referenced from photos

Booster Gold #12

I’ve never loved an old man the same way I think I love Alfred

Alfred is going to paint the walls

“I aint afraid of killin a bitch”

@pandorawriter

Now that I’m on my computer.

You’ve just witnessed Alfred killing the Joker.

How do you feel?

I…I think I love him even more. I didn’t think that was possible.

I’m crazy enough to fuck with the Joker. I could possibly out crazy him if I really wanted to and laugh doing it. Prank fighting, flip his nose hard enough to break it. Eye poke and pop one out. That sort of thing.

I absolutely would not fuck with Alfred.

In case you didn’t catch it….

ALFRED IS BRITISH S.A.S. basically British Green Beret Special Forces.

and just to top it off. Some of his great quotes.

Damn Alfred don’t fuck around.

Well he was a retired soldier who works for both MI5 and am MI7.

Abilities

Acting: He can work undercover on cases for Batman.

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Leadership

Medicine: A former field medic, Alfred is capable of performing minor surgery and stitching wounds for the members of the Batman Family.

Military Protocol

Mimicry: His ability for vocal mimicry means he can impersonate Bruce Wayne on the telephone convincingly.

Stick Fighting: Alfred has been shown to spar with Dick Grayson, using wooden sticks.

actical Analysis

This Alfred is awesome thread is the best thing on this hellsite. I fuckin’ love this. Papa Al really does need more love.

-Obsidian

So glad this post has blown up

“Jingle Bells…” Get it? Get it? Ah, I think you get it ;)

Merry Christmas from Mau to you!

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

I’m never going to stop appreciating Inko Midoriya she is my number 1 hero and anyone who disses her I guarantee you me and Deku will come find you 

@zoddamnit

please stop writing Tim as the nerd. Tim would probably sleep through his classes and doodle in his textbooks. Compared to loser Jason who would trip over his own feet and call the teacher mom Tim is super cool

They are different types of Nerd. Jason is the Lit teacher’s pet with straight A’s who gets in trouble for fighting with the school bullies and slipping into foul language without thinking. The faculty have to punish him, but wish they didn’t.

Tim is the asshole who dozes in class, turns in homework half the time, but then goes up to the board and corrects the error made by the physics/chem teacher and sits down and goes back to a half-sleeping state, effecting total civility. The faculty want to punish him, but technically can’t.

Everybody loves Gohan!!!

if you ship two professors is it a scholarship?

get out

#he wants the phd

Im almost a year too late, i had these dtawings laying on a forgotten folder. My idea was to make a series of about 7 redrawn screenshots from sakura card captor and make a yuri on ice au using @tamakid’s 80’s tutorial but i found myself with a lot of busy work and i couldnt manage to even get half of them done. (My main goal was to draw Yuuri as yukito, you see) Anyway i hope you like these as they are, i didn’t think this through i just really really wanted to draw yuuri at the time :^)

Is it really?

So Rowling had no way of knowing the political climate during the 19 Years Later epilogue, but we do now. So consider this: what kind of world does the Golden Trio live in right now?

Their country is in the middle of Brexit talks, with racism and protectionism at their worst and the magic community isn’t far behind. 

Young Pure Bloods march the streets with torches and capes, shouting “They will not replace us!” They wear Deatheater masks and temporary tattoos (oh it’s not the real thing, they’ll wash it off and be back at the office on Monday).

In the news, the authorities call for a cease of violence and ask people not to fight the young pure bloods. In the streets, people talk about talking to them calmly to fix things. Ron is livid. “You don’t reason with bloody Deatheaters! You throw curses at them!”

Hermione’s work for equality in the magical world gets harder every day. She starts getting death threats in her mail, many howlers that leave her in tears. She keeps going. When people insist that every werewolf is dangerous to society and they should all be banned from country, she tearfully remembers Lupin giving his life to protect them all, she remembers Dobby with a knife in his heart and Hagrid with his half giant blood and his giant heart. She keeps fighting. 

As much as he hates it —and he hates it a lot— Harry becomes a vocal public figure again, constantly condemning blood purists and calling for action against them. His office calls horrified after the first interview, telling him he can’t be calling for violence against this people who are only protesting. “They are Deatheaters and this is how we deal with them,” he snarls back. “Have you forgotten Voldemort?” On the other side of the line, he can feel them flinch. 

No one who fought the war has forgotten it, but so many others seem to, it pains Harry. It’s been barely twenty years since he saw children die in the grounds of Hogwarts, killed by grown angry men who believed themselves superior. It’s been barely twenty years since Tom Riddle’s death body laid on the ground and he thought they could finally have peace. 

The trio sends their kids on the Hogwarts Express and they can’t help but remember their experiences there in a time much like this. They never thought their own children would have to suffer as they did, they pray they won’t have to. 

Harry touches his lighting scar and reminds himself it hasn’t hurt again for years. All is well. A quiet voice inside his head wonders bitterly: “Is it, really?”

*T H I S*

The Houses as Literary Quotes + info and insp (♥︎)

the final six - jump [big version]

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Chris Evans’ tweet

the whole yule ball thing in goblet of fire was so dumb and heteronormative

ok but real talk i am in full support of harry just asking ron to the dance with him and being each others “date” and having that be an ok thing instead of asking and then ignoring the poor patil twins who deserved better than that also i would have killed to see a yule ball scene where hermione’s talking with krum and turns around and sees her two best friends trying to do the tango (ron has a rose in his mouth and everything) and fucking tearing up the dance floor

“So,” Harry says. “I need a date to the Yule Ball.”

“Like. A mandatory date?”

“A mandatory date.”

“That’s kinda messed up.”

“Yeah. Any ideas?”

Ron rubs his chin. “Cho didn’t work out, then.”

“Nope. She’s with Cedric.”

“Right, right.” He’s stroking an imaginary beard now. “And Hermione is going with some mystery guy.”

Both boys scowl in unison.

Then, slowly, they turn to look at each other.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Harry asks.

“If you’re thinking we go to the ball together, then yes,” Ron affirms.

Harry has his game face on. So does Ron. “Let’s do this.” They shake on it.

Ron suddenly frowns.

“What?”

“My dress robes are hideous. You think…”

“I can buy—”

“What? No! I mean, isn’t Parvati Patil really good at clothing charms?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry realizes. “She wears those cool dresses on the weekends sometimes—uh, saris? Or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, but she and her sister make them. I heard Lavender talking to her about it. They make loads of their own clothes, think it’s fun or whatever.”

Harry makes a face. “Girls.” He’s mended enough of Dudley’s old clothes to know sewing is not fun. Girls are weird.

“Girls,” Ron agrees.

“…it’s a really good thing we’re going together.”

“Seconded.”

——and that’s how Harry and Ron befriend Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters. The three are actually pretty alright, for girls. (Hermione doesn’t count, clearly, as she’s their best friend.) It takes a while to fix Ron’s robes into something resembling modern fashion, but by then Dean Thomas has Had Enough of Their Dithering and makes the two of them wear three-piece muggle suits under their robes (which also took some creative charmwork, and the jackets were a total loss, but it came out better than the robes overall). Lavender is entirely taken with the idea and the two spend a good few hours discussing fashion.

Harry and Ron are Not Touching That.

Naturally, the two lord the anonymity of their dates over Hermione just like she’s taken to doing to the two of them, and it morphs into a great circle of fun, no hard feelings anywhere by the time the Ball comes around, and basically the whole of Gryffindor (plus Padma of Ravenclaw) is in on one side or the other.

Fred and George have decided it’s a great idea and have invited Lee Jordan to go with the two of them. Not to be outdone, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet are bringing Katie Bell. Rumor has it that Oliver Wood is bringing quidditch gear. Which piece of gear he’s bringing, broom, quaffle, bludger, or goal hoop (don’t ask) is a hot topic of debate.

(He actually ends up bringing a whole host of underclassmen and spends the whole night giving out piggyback rides, dad-dances with them standing on his feet, and lessons about the magic used to decorate the hall, alongside Percy Weasley and Penelope Clearwater, because they gave him the puppy eyes and he is Weak to the puppy eyes.)

——and when Hermione sees Harry and Ron come into the antechamber for champions, she hits them both on the arm for laughing at her all this time. They exchange compliments, and the boys show off their suits and Ron’s modified robes. Then she asks the real question, namely:

“Which of you will be dancing which part?”

and the two just kind of go quiet and stare first at each other, because they hadn’t even thought of that, and then back at Hermione with big pleading eyes begging for help.

McGonagall, amused but on a tight schedule, chivvies the champions and their dates out before Hermione can say more than a joking, “This is what you get for keeping it a secret from me! Do, hahaha, do the tango or something!”

Harry and Ron exchange smirks and all Hermione can bring herself to do is smother giggles in Viktor’s shoulder and conjure them a few roses.

She should’ve known better than to think that the end of it. They drag her into no few ridiculous three-way dances before the night is up. It’s a good night, and they share the next bleary morning with the rest of the dorm, as a big, wild, Gryffindor family.

——and that is how Harry Potter and Ron Weasley made the front page of the Daily Prophet, in muggle suits (vests but no jackets, sleeves rolled up) with roses in their mouths, aggressively doing the tango. The photographer has captured Harry dipping the significantly-taller Ron and waggling his eyebrows suggestively before they both lose their balance and collapse in a tangle of adolescent limbs, laughing like loons.

BOYS IN LOVE? the headline asks.

——certain people are getting really, really sick of people commenting on Harry’s love life.

——"BEST FRIENDS FOREVER" Harry, Ron, and Hermione are quoted later in an exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter, massive grins on their photographed faces, and joy in their hearts.

The waitress is the only one who recognizes Captain America.

The busy cafe is in a country far from America, and its Captain is in disguise—a dark beard cloaks his once-smooth cheek, sunglasses hide his bright eyes. But she serves his coffee, and she sees him, and she knows.

She is curious. As she adds a square of chocolate to his saucer, she murmurs, “What should we think here about this day in America, Steve Rogers?”

He seems startled, but doesn’t startle. Sits ramrod-straight, calm and ready. Cocks his head, curious. Perhaps he hasn’t heard.

She digs out her phone—shows him the news: the Twitter feed of pain and outrage, the news reports of chaos and death. For some minutes, he studies her screen.

“I think,” says Captain America, “That when you see a Nazi, you should punch that Nazi in the face.”

The waitress blinks. Times have changed since the Captain’s legendary youth forged in world war. Times are not so black and white, she thinks, but all the world is in a state of gray. “People say,” she says, halting, questioning, “People say that violence should not be used, even against those who call themselves Nazis—”

“Can’t imagine a situation I wouldn’t want to see settled peaceably,” says Captain America. “But some things never change. Some people don’t—they make sure their ideas’ll show up in every future. It’s our job to stop those people and their ideas. And that’s why if you see someone waving a Nazi flag and naming themselves a Nazi, you deal with them like we always have. Like I was made and trained to do. You punch them in the face, and you be sure to tell them it’s with regards from Steve Rogers.”