Aight so boom, before my evening reblogs begin, lets get into it!!
The ship that has been silently shipping for quite awhile now is finally starting to catch a little wind in its sails even though the omnious storm cloud aka Bishop is looming in the distance!
So what are the pros and cons of a MerSean ship, seen here carefree and smiling for the first time in a long time?
Pros:
both know profound loss
both had/have problematic lovers
around the same age
both deserve real, lasting love
Cons:
children were bonded at one point (rip to the homie)
kinda awkward
Sean may lose the rest of his nose
What else do we need to add? Sound off in the replies!
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[ID: First two images are each a pair of crochet socks on blue plastic blockers in front of a wooden background. The socks in the first image are green and white spiral. The socks in the second image are zigzag blue and orange. The third image is a photo of two hanks of yarn on a grey background. The left hank is varigated dark blue, light blue, white, auburn, and yellow. The right hank is white with brown specks on the top half and dark green on the bottom half. End ID]
Originally posted on Instagram 3/7/2021
"Sock projects No. 2 & 3
The orange and blue pair was made for my friend and the green and white pair were made for myself.
Yarn is Fox Hollow and Balsam Range from The Fiber Seed
The pattern for the blue and orange pair is Step On socks by doraexplored.
The pattern for the green and white pair is Easy Adjustable Socks from Crochet Spot Pattern on etsy (although i chose to do a different toe style)"
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Thoughts on the Dora Movie
Ok...just got back from seeing the “Dora” movie with my brother and...it wasn’t bad. It was like a mixture of the “Hey Arnold Jungle Movie”, “Legends of the Hidden Temple” and “Christopher Robin’. Yet...there are a lot of things I want to say...
1. The nerdy kid, Randy has some of the best lines in the movie.
2. Never thought I’d see someone streaking in a Dora movie...
3. The animation from the hallucination scene was impressive. How come the whole film wasn’t animated like that?
4. Who’s idea was it to have toilet humor? “The Poo Song”...really?
5. I’m curious about the fanart for this film.
6. I wish Dora’s little siblings were in this along with Diego’s sisters.
7. Though I ship Dora with Caillou (thanks AOK and “Grounded” cartoons!) but I can accept her being paired up with Randy.
8. As for Diego and the snobby girl, I refuse! Everyone knows he’s with Kai Lan!
9. Speaking of which, am I the only one who wants Kai Lan and Caillou to have their own movies so there’d be a multi-crossover with everyone?
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Over and Over Again - F.W x Reader
A/N: hellooo long time no see. I watched 50 first dates and it inspired me to write this fic. I wrote it super fast so apologies if its shitty! Lemme know if you want a part 2??
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Everyday Y/N woke up with a stranger in her bed. Not in a one night stand, came home from the bar with no recollection of what happened, kind of way. In more of a, got hit by a particularly nasty memory charm during the battle of Hogwarts kind of way.
Everyday started the same way, Y/N would wake up in a panic and try to kick her boyfriend out of the house. Some days she would come around quickly and apologise profusely, and other days Fred would end up stood on the pavement outside of their home. Today was one of those days.
Y/N sat up in their bed, peacefully stretching before her eyes lay on a figure soundly asleep next to her.
“Who the fuck are you!” she yelled, shooting out of bed before scrambling over to grab the bedsheets to cover her half naked body.
“Hey, hey, calm down, love,” Fred tried to comfort her.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” she reached over to her bedside table to grab her wand.
“Y/N please let me explain-”
“I will hex the shit out of you right now if you don’t get the fuck out of my house.”
Fred sighed, having been through this exact scenario hundreds of times before. He sat up and opened the drawer to his bedside table. He pulled out a battered leather book and handed it to the girl.
“I’ll go wait outside, just have a look at this, okay?”
So, there he stood on the pavement outside their house, in nothing but his plaid pyjama bottoms. He was hoping that none of their neighbours would come outside and see him. He had been there too many times before.
A short while later, Y/N opened up their front door.
“Do you want to come back inside?” she asked meekly.
They sat together on their sofa, the old leather book in her lap. She thumbed through the pages once more. The first page showing clippings from the Daily Prophet about the war. A tear escaped from her eye.
“Were both our families okay?” she asked. Fred nodded.
“We lost some friends, and some people we went to school with…” Fred admitted.
“Lupin.” Y/N whispered, “I always loved him,”
“I know,” Fred said solemnly, “We’ll go and see his son one day. He would’ve liked that.”
Y/N turned the page again. This time the pages were filled with pictures from their days at Hogwarts.
“We’ve been together a long time, haven’t we?”
“Since our last year at Hogwarts. George and I left early to open our joke shop, but you stayed and finished. We’ve been friends for a lot longer though.” Fred explained.
“I think I remember.”
“You do?” he asked, sounded shocked.
“We were both on the Quidditch team. I think one day I got a bludger to the face and you took me to the hospital wing.”
Fred smiled. It wasn’t often that a memory would resurface, but it always gave him hope that maybe one day they would wake up together and Y/N wouldn’t kick him out of their house.
“I feel bad asking, but how long ago did it happen?” she gestured towards the book.
“The war was a few years ago now. Around three. You got hit with a nasty memory charm by some death eater,” Fred scowled, “George and I sorted him out though. I made this book a few weeks after it happened and I’ve been adding bits to it every time we do something new together.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well some days, we’ll wake up and you’ll kick me out the house,” he chuckled, “But then I show you this book and you come around. Other days you’re more calm. My favourite days are the ones where you let me take you out.”
He flicked towards the back of the book.
“This was last week,” he pointed at one of the pictures, “You let me take you out for dinner. A few weeks ago we went back to the Burrow to see Mum and Dad. Sometimes the others are there too. You always get along well with Bill and Charlie. I always hope that it will jog your memory when we go back. Like something in your brain will click and you’ll remember it all again.” Fred smiled sadly.
“Will it ever come back?”
“They’re not sure. You were in St Mungo’s for a little while. You made good friends with Frank and Alice, you know, Neville’s parents. They said that it might come back little by little over time.” He explained.
“I’m sorry, Fred.” She said sadly, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Don’t apologise, darling. It’s not your fault.” He pressed a kiss against the top of her head.
“It just- it must be hard on you having to go through this every single day,” Y/N mumbled, “Every day you have to make me fall in love with you again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he grinned, “my favourite thing is when you look through this book and for a brief moment it’s like you remember me again. I get to make you fall in love with me over and over again.”
“But-”
“No buts. If I have to make you fall in love with me every day for the rest of our lives I would.” He cupped her face in his hand.
“Really?”
“Over and over again.”
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