imagine like ten years after the movie raleigh and mako are married and raleigh finds a spider in the bathroom or smth and he screams and makos like “for fucks sake ill fuckin kill it” and she takes off her shoe to crush the spider
but then raleigh is like “wAIT MAKO U HAVE TO ENGAGE ELBOW ROCKET ! ! !!!”
and mako sighs and just says completely deadpan “engage elbow rocket” and goes “pchoooo” as she slams the shoe onto the spider
and raleigh starts fuckin cheering
this pleases me
Her parents are severely alarmed at her first incident of accidental magic, when she’s a baby and summons the apple slice right out of her distracted mother’s hand. They read Quran over her and throughout the house to ward against djinn, but the accidental magic continues, so the write ayat-ul qursi and put it in a locket for her to wear to protect her from the evil eye and sihr.
Nothing stops, and since she doesn’t act possessed, they decide its just a miracle from God, makes sure she reads Quran and does her prayers, and make dua, and she grows up well-adjusted and slightly worried about this ability of her. Her parents make sure she doesn’t get a big head and think she’s a saint or something.
Then she turns 11, and McGonagall comes to tell them about Hogwarts. The parents are sceptical and demand some kind of proof that this woman isn’t about to spirit their daughter away. McGonagall is taken aback that the issue for these Muggles isn’t the magic so much as the ‘invisible boarding school we can’t tell is safe or not’.
So she gathers other Muggle parents to testify that their daughter is going to a real and proper school, and that’s that, she’s off to Hogwarts. She gets sorted into Ravenclaw (but almost into Slytherin for all that ambition she has).
Through the years, though, things she never considered comes up. Like how she’s basically a vegetarian at Hogwarts in her first year cause the house-elves don’t know about halaal meat, or how everyone looks at her funnily when in Third Year she gets special permission from Dumbledore to break from classes for prayer (and she learns to be quiet for Fajr when her roommates complain).
Or how Madame Pomfrey gets worried about her fasting in Ramadan, and the house-elves are insulted when she won’t eat their food until she explains, and then stuff her full of food half an hour before Fajr and at Maghrib.
Or that she takes to healing the muggle way because not all those potions have ingredients that she can ingest, and she talks to a sheikh for advice on if salamanders and bat eyes are actually halaal.
And then its a struggle to be the only hijabi in the school, and she makes friends with the Baron so he stops Peeves from trying to pull it off all the time.
And how annoying it is when the only holidays that get celebrated are Christian ones, and that’s when she makes friends with Anthony Goldstein, who agrees that there should be more religious diversity so he can really enjoy Hannukah at school.
She gets in trouble for saying her spells in Arabic, to the consternation of all her professors who don’t understand the language and insist that its dangerous if they can’t govern her spell-casting.
So she starts a duelling club, and Padma joins her and casts spells in Punjabi, and Anthony who does his spells in Hebrew (they’re not making up spells, just changing the language, and isn’t it funny that the spells are always a teensy bit different?), and others trickle in, and new magic gets practiced under the supervision of a Ministry hire who encourages them and speaks sixteen different languages.
Then people claim she’s a frigid freak because she keeps turning down boys who want to date her (even though she really likes them), until she puts the gossipers in the Hospital Wing, and then no one says anything after that.
She worries about the practical non-existence of Muslims in Wizarding Britain, and will that affect the jobs she can get, because wizards and witches are a bit funny about religion?
I am way behind here, but I like this tag.
This is very awesome
but why did you have to add these tags and kill me
I wanted to share with you, darling! Why should I be the only one with these images running through my head? ;)
Pst! Totally open to collaborating on a drabble or something… I really do plan on writing Kaidan as he develops a biotic martial art midpoint during ME2.
Develops a biotic martial art as a way of coping with Shepard’s death. Because he can’t openly grieve since no one is supposed to know they were together in the first place. Regs and all that and even most of the Normandy crew didn’t know, not really. Not extensively.
And if he wants to keep his career on track he has to keep his mouth shut but that pain, oh god that pain needs to go somewhere and so he starts training. Looking into martial art forms he doesn’t know, something to empty his mind and help him focus.
Something to keep him from thinking of Shepard every second of the day.
And if he doesn’t really succeed on that last one, well, he does with the first and it becomes intertwined with his grief. He spends hours training because it’s the only way to fight back the tears, to quell the howling of his soul, to mitigate the void in his heart.
It’s why he ends up being chosen to teach the biotic students. Because he’s mastered his art and if no one really knows why he does it, they see the effect it’s had. He’s stronger, his biotics are stronger, and his mental fortitude can rival an asari. They only see the good and don’t realize it was born of an internal struggle that brought him to his knees.
This is too close to how I imagined Kaidan would cope with Riley’s death…cannot handle ;n;
okay so i know at least half this fandom is american so people don’t really care about european football but stop what you’re doing for a second and just imagine an english premier league sterek AU
stiles is that genius scouse kid from that small suburban town near liverpool and has been a liverpool fc fan since he can remember
he used to go to the games with his mom before she got too sick to be able to handle it, and she dressed him in his xs red jersey that was still too big for him and they cheered their hearts out and he knew all the chants by heart
she also bought him his first football boots and brought him to their neighborhood club so he could learn to play
and when she dies he falls head first into the game and gives it everything because it’s the last link he has to her; and he gets so good someone spots him and this is the story of how stiles stilinski starts playing for the lfc youngsters.
everybody knows the hales. they’re practically football royalty. talia hale owned newcastle united before the tragic fire that decimated their family. her son derek is one of the few survivors and a prodigy on the field. he’s the star striker for manchester united, with his uncle peter as his questionably well-intentioned manager.
now, before we go on, man u and liverpool hate each other. like, you thing the red sox and the yankees have a rivalry? well you’ve never watched a manchester/liverpool game. i’ve seen almost fist-fights on the field. it’s a ~~serious thing~~, guys. anywAY
so stiles and derek’s first interactions would most likely be short and not really friendly, to put it lightly.
stiles first big game is a derby. okay, he’s technically just on the bench, but hey!! he’s on the game sheet!! and stiles is not just a player, he’s a fan. so he’s freaking out a bit, and he’s also in a super aggressive mood because the team in front of them today is the enemy. then he bumps into derek in a corridor and it’s the start of the end.
they despise each other. they’re both really loyal and take their club’s pride and history very seriously, and that means they automatically disliked each other. on top of that, derek thinks stiles is the most annoying human being he ever encountered, and for the love of god he’s not even that brilliant why is he in every fucking sports newspaper i see, and jesus christ, look at this cretin with no filter on national television, laura, he’s a disgrace to this sport. and stiles can’t stand derek, really, i get that he’s the best player the world has ever seen since kenny dalglish but goddamnit, scott, does it give him the right to frown at the camera 24/7?
but they’re both english and fucking good, so of course they get called on the national team. and bam, it’s a revelation. they just click. oh, they still hate each other plenty in private, but when they’re on the field together, it’s magic. they get nicknamed the golden duo. the first year they play together, they bring the three lions to the final of the euro cup, and when they lose and stiles cries, derek is just behind him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.
and i don’t know okay, just gimme a fic filled with denial and anger and internalized homophobia (and also not-so-internalized homophobia because yeah, this is world class football, what do you expect) and hate-sex that slowly turns into making love and—-
You almost wrote it already : )
And it’s glorious <3
HE COACHED HIMSELF ON THAT IN THE CAR
“Melissa McCall calling me seven times in five minutes,” Derek grumbles at a red light.
“Gotta go save Scott and Isaac,” as he merges.
“Why are they even at the hospital,” as he puts the car in park.
“They’re seventeen, they should be in homeroom,” as he takes the stairs two at a time.
“I should say that, I should say something about truancy,” as he follows his nose and ears to the elevator.
“I should be like, ‘Aren’t you supposed to be in English right now?’” as he waits by the elevator, flicking his claws in and out.
“No, maybe that’s too specific, he shouldn’t know that I know his schedule,” he amends when the elevator grinds to a stop.
He listens for a moment to Scott and the alpha fighting. “I’m an alpha,” he hears the alpha say.
“Hey, me, too,” Derek mumbles, and then giggles to himself.
“Ding,” says the elevator.
he shouldn’t know that I know his schedule
This is an awesome thing
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It’s a shitty job but a hyperactive sixteen-year-old with no prior experience can’t be too picky. But really, Stiles sighs as for the hundredth time today he flashes his best smile at some dowdy middle-aged housewife, did his dad have to be friends with Mr Lansdowne who runs the department store? And really, was the perfume counter the only position available?
His dad had been insistent though, either Stiles took the job or he would be grounded for the next year. And by grounded he meant going nowhere apart from school, not even to see Scott! So he had agreed, as dad had pointed out, the six grand Stiles had managed to spend on their credit card would not pay itself.
Though, the job had become vastly more interesting the past week with the opening of a new store across the road, selling denim and leather jackets and cowboy boots, and the appearance of a devastatingly handsome guy to model it all.
He was a few years older, with dark hair, green eyes, a constant two-day stubble and a figure to die for: at least six-two, about 190 pounds of solid muscle, just the type to inhabit Stiles’s daydreams.
Not that he’d managed more than a few hungry looks in the guy’s direction when he wasn’t looking, wondering if he’d ever pick up the courage to open his mouth and introduce himself.
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“Daddy! Uncle Correm is here already! You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!”
Amelie fussed over her parents, hustling them out of the door while hading out scarves and gloves and various bits and pieces she thought would be vital. Quinn, as usual, had been ready well in advance, it was Danny who was the object of her mothering.
“I’ll be done in a minute, darling, I just want to speak to Uncle Correm before we go, OK? You go and make sure that the boys don’t run out the door,” he ushered her out of the hallway and turned to his oldest friend.
“I’m not going to bother giving you a list of do’s and don’t’s - you’re going to spoil her rotten anyway…but just so you know, she hasn’t been sleeping well for the last few nights, keeps waking up in the middle of the night and will crawl into bed with you. We’ll be back sometime in the afternoon, but call me if there’s an emergency, OK? Have fun you two,” he blew a kiss to Amelie looking in through the glass door and a clap on the shoulder for Correm, “is Noah coming round tonight?”
“Nah, he’s got a thing - some showing or another - no need to worry about him being a bad influence on the little one,” Correm’s relationship with Noah Sokoll was volatile to say the least, but they somehow always ended up together after breaking up - usually in public.
“You know I don’t think that Core, and I doubt he could be any worse of an influence than you already are,” he dodged a playful punch from Correm and laughed while walking out the door, “alright then, you behave yourself young lady and maybe, just maybe we’ll bring something back for you.”
Him and Quinn were going to visit Danny’s sister Maria and her family in Starkhaven, it was a chance for them to have some time alone too, and Correm was always happy to babysit his goddaughter.
“Right, are we ready to go?” Quinn had watched the exchange with good-natured amusement, knowing there would be no point in rushing Danny anywhere, he had said his goodbyes to Amelie earlier anyway.
“Mmm…I can’t wait to see Mari and the kids, wonder if Sebastian has finished the extension yet? He’s been building it for like four years now…and,” he kissed Quinn tenderly before getting in the car, “what I really look forward to is spending time with you, my gorgeous.”
“Oh Danny,” Quinn laughed and hugged his partner tight, “I am looking forward to that too. Come on then, love - you’re driving!”
Isaac used to walk around shoulders hunched and eyes cast down, wearing oversized hoodies and in general making himself as invisible as possible.
A few weeks into being a werewolf and you could see the difference. He stood tall, shoulders squared and head held high. The hoodies were still there but now they fit instead of swallowing him whole. No longer did Isaac flinch every time anyone addressed him or avoid looking people in the eyes.
But then again, he didn’t get beaten at every imagined slight or wrongdoing. He wasn’t locked up in a dark, cramped box every night for a week for failing a test. He wasn’t alone any more.
And if Scott had anything to say in the matter, he never would be.
sex or food?
Or the one where Derek finds Stiles’ YouTube channel where he works his way through all the memes currently making rounds on the internet.
"Sex. Not that I have much in the way of personal experience in the matter, you know, with another person that is, but I’m sure it’ll be way better than any food in the world."
Stiles moves on to the next question but Derek barely registers any of it, it’s hard to concentrate from the blood rushing in his ears, he can feel his heart beat at least a hundred and there’s the familiar tightening in his jeans as always when Derek thinks of Stiles. Or sex. Or especially Stiles and sex in the same context.
Damn but the kid was brain-meltingly gorgeous. A maddening mix of innocence and precociousness and Derek wanted him, so bad it was driving him slowly insane. Something would have to give, and soon - before someone else snapped the kid up and that would not do.
I am yours
It’s barely more than a breath, buried into his skin and muffled by Stiles’ hood but Derek hears every word crystal clear and doesn’t miss the emphasis. He can’t find the words to respond, to tell Stiles how the confession fills him with some unnamed and untamed emotion, how every fibre of his being sings as if to say ‘yes, you are mine and I am yours’. So instead he just holds Stiles close, buries his head in the crook of the boy’s neck and closes his eyes.
Shaun always said that, ‘go away’.
But what he really meant was ‘you’re gorgeous and way too distracting and I like you but maybe I shouldn’t think of you that way, better if you go before I say something I will regret’.
But Desmond stubbornly refused to go away, no matter how many time Shaun snapped at him and slowly Shaun started to think that maybe it would not be a total disaster if he did say something.
Next time Desmond came to peer over his shoulder Shaun swallowed, turned to face the assassin and said ‘Hello Desmond. Cup of coffee?’
He didn’t regret it.
if you play with my hair until i fall asleep i will fall in love with you
Have a ficlet.
It’s a silly thing, surely not something Isaac would ever confess to anyone but he liked people playing with his hair.
See, when he was little - back when he still had a family - it was the guaranteed way to get him to fall asleep, mom carding her fingers through his too-long hair while telling a good-night story.
So when he started having nightmares and Derek and Stiles created the Arrangement to help him, of course he managed to have an absolutely disastrous night when it was the girls’ turn to mind him. And when he couldn’t settle back to sleep, he’d laid his head on Lydia’s lap and she had smoothed his sweaty curls away from his eyes and somehow he’d relaxed at once.
It was their little secret thing after that, his and Allison’s and Lydia’s. There were things the others did for him that were nice and made him fall asleep again but this was the best, the one he loved the most.
I did, cause I didn’t want to never have the chance.
I did, cause sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s in danger of being taken away from you.
I did, cause I don’t care what people say.
I did, cause I think I love you.
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This is for Janice. Thank you.
They hardly ever get to spend an entire night together, Peter can count on one hand the times he’s woken up with Chris in the past two years. It’s something to treasure then, the rare occasions he gets to watch his boyfriend sleep.
A glance at the bedside clock tells Peter they have a few hours yet, he can spare the time to admire the beauty of the boy next to him. There are fading bruises, Chris says they’re nothing, just leftovers from his training sessions with Gerard but they fill Peter with an irrational hatred for the man. There are some from him too, but they were made with love, not cruelty. His own are already fading though the memory of them remains, a reminder of how much they trust one another - either one more than capable of causing real harm but choosing not to.
Chris stirs in his sleep as Peter’s fingers ghost along his jaw then neck and shoulder, before stopping at the faded scar on his stomach. They trace absent circles there while Peter gets lost in his own thoughts.
Two years. Two whirlwind years since he first laid eyes on Chris on class and they’d hit it off instantly. The hunter and the hunted, what an improbable - impossible - match, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He would want nothing more than stay like this forever, just the two of them in the night. Everything he wants - all he would ever want - is right here next to him and knowing that his feelings are returned in equal measure makes Peter feel…whole, complete - like never before.
A drabble for Janice. Because of reasons.
“Are you playing The Sims again?” Allison asks, peering over the top of her laptop at Scott, who is hunched over his own laptop, staring at it with a glazed look on his face.
“I only ask because I don’t think you’ve blinked for the past half hour,” she adds.
“Uh, maybe?” Scott admits. “I made a me-Sim and a you-Sim. I’m trying to get them to fall in love.”
It’s dumb, but Allison can’t help the warm glow that blooms in her chest when Scott grins at her.
“That’s cute,” she says.
“Actually it’s not going very well,” Scott says, his smile fading. “You’re really focused on your career, and I keep accidentally getting a crush on Stiles.”
(Inspired by this post with its various mentions of The Sims.)
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