#James is still running

[dumbass-gryffindor1960]

Remus: what happened again??

Regulus: well I was walking outside and I saw James, so I just came to kiss him…

Remus: and??

Regulus: he rejected me! So I tried again, he rejected me again!

Remus: maybe that wasn’t him?

Regulus: do you know any other gryffindor who can talk to a dog while playing with a golden snitch?

Remus: a dog?

Regulus: yeah that black dog

Remus: what did you say to James exactly before leaving

Regulus: he is the one who left! I said to him that he was less shy last night and he ran!!

Remus: I’m sorry for your loss

Regulus: what

[nubinublado]

Welp

[onceandfuturelesbian]

i’m OBSESSED with how the merlin cast has aged like fine fucking wine

LIKE LOOK AT THEM

[ryuusea]

11/11 happy pocky day with sherliam!

[urghblergh]

Doodles. 😌🌌🌈

@kibbitzer-blog

@mcspirkevents

reference pics

@mellon_soup (no Tumblr :( ?)

[thankstothe]

[james-stark-the-writer]

alright, i don't think we have time for Shazam! tonight, but i wanna ride the James Wan high after Aquaman still so. since i haven't actually seen any of those movies, certainly not in their entirety (i've maybe seen a scene or two on TV at some point, and i've seen the spoof in one of the Scary Movie movies like over a decade ago.), let's watch Saw (2004). i don't know literally anything about it other than the fact that Jigsaw is a character and he sets up traps or something. the bestie loves it so i don't expect it to be anything other than phenomenal and i entirely trust James Wan at this point so, let's do this. now seated for Saw (2004).

[realbeefman]

i'm a cis woman, but in the past few years i've developed a habit of headcanoning any male character i relate to as a trans women, beginning a fic trying to explore that, and then miserably falling short as i can never figure out how to end the story. i've recently joined a new fandom and started my most recent attempt at writing this ever-elusive character interpretation i've been trying to explain for years. and it occurs to me that maybe the reason i keep trying to interpret these characters i relate to as women and failing to, is because i'm trying to project the wrong experience. because i think that conclusion i can never fully bring myself to write isn't one about coming to terms with womanhood and embracing that identity, but about coming to terms with being a man.

so tldr im a trans man and this is a coming out post.

[snorpdawg]

CHAT IS THIS REAL

[b33viemm]

THEMED SEASON 1 GANG ART

On a drawing kick right now and pumped out these! Enjoy the original archives gang, more to come :D

part 2 here

[immortalmuses]

The fact that Logan (Okay, James Howlett) and Hercules are lovers in X-Treme X-Men / Earth-12025...

And then Marvel does a whole Wolverine & Hercules Crossover in Earth-616, and gives us scenes LIKE THIS...

...I mean, the Audacity. JUST FUCKIN KISS ALREADY!!

[gibbearish]

ive seen ppl saying smth in the wider plagiarism discussion to the tune of "don't worry anxious people, it's impossible to accidentally plagiarize!" and i feel like that lacks a lot of nuance that anxious brains like mine latch on to to just dismiss the possibility outright, as well as a lack of life experiences fueling it.

it is possible to "accidentally plagiarize" in that you can read something, forget about it, then a while later have your brain spit the ideas back out without telling where it got them. so of course you just assume they're yours and share them as such, because That's Where Most Of The Thoughts In Your Head Come From! and it both is and isn't plagiarism, you weren't /intending/ to pass someone's else's work off as your own, i'd even say in a way you were just as much a victim of misinformation as your audience. but you very much so did still resuse the work of someone else, even if you don't remember it.

but in my experience, this kind of thing also happens to a lot of people. you tell a friend a joke then wake up in a cold sweat two days later realizing the reason they didnt laugh was because they'd told you that joke a month ago. you reply to a friend's text and after sending you realized you ended it with the same exact phrase as theirs. you're writing edgy poetry and write a line you really like only to see it in a text post two days later saying youve already liked the post. like, it happens. so if it DOES happens and you're just honest and explain, people will understand. something like "oh shit im sorry, i totally have read that, i mustve forgotten and only remembered bits and pieces and just thought they were mine. thank you for letting me know and for the source" works wonders.

people know you can forget things. people won't automatically doubt your apology just because all true plagiarists say it was accidental. HOPEFULLY people can understand the nuance between a genuine remorseful explanation, and a thief who hoped no one would find out scrambling for excuses for why they did it. and those who can't, that's a them problem, not a you problem, you've taken responsibility for your actions as much as you can. they think the answer is simple, that the only thing stopping you from saying "yes i did it on purpose, i knew the whole time and deliberately copied them" is shame/inability to admit to your actions. but sometimes things AREN'T that simple, so imo ppl who are shitty to you for not following the script they made up for you in their head should be ignored

[herlittlel0ve]

yk I think drarry might have been the first fanfic I've read and I always come back to it. Done with the hyper fixation of that new show? drarry. Done falling head over hills in love with that new character from that book I started? drarry. Obsession with that new ship finally dulling down? drarry. But as of late the only thing I can think about is jegulus like I used to deeply hate jegulus bc no drarry?? But now I could give less of a fuck if that little shit named Harry Potter appears in a Jegulus fic or not.

[ohshitiforgor]

Wait wait.... Slade Wilson is in the show... Slade Wilson, who debuted in the New Teen Titans comics, who is one of the main villains of that team, and he appears to be somewhere in his twenties/thirties. So does this mean.... sometime in the (possibly *very* distant) future we'll get a teen titans show? Like an honest to god teen titans show with actual plot and consistent characterization?? PLEASE DC I'M BEGGING YOU THE TITANS HAVE BEEN MILQUETOAST IN BOTH COMICS AND TV FOR ALMOST TWENTY YEARS

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

wild that this whole time we thought my mom's side had the impressive ancestry with all their Welsh nobles, when lo and behold, Mary Queen of Scots is my dad's first cousin

[padfootastic]

in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

x

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

x

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.