Molly Weasley knowing her youngest is trans long before Ginny comes out, and reassuring her daughter that “we’ll still get you new clothes as quick as we can, dear. Ron’s hand-me-downs just wont do, will they?”, whenever Ginny worries about her transitioning being a burden to her family.
Molly Weasley immediately accepting the fact that Ron likes girls, “but also wouldn’t mind dating a guy like Krum”, and instead of making a big deal about it, just tells him embarrassing tales of her romantic life.
Molly Weasley finding out about Aspie Hermione and helping her sew weights into her robes and making her stim toys and teaching her spells to help with noise. (And never hesitanting in any of this, even when’s she’s mad at Hermione, because her anger will never overshadow her need to care).
Molly Weasley send the Twins constant letters reminding them to study, as well as little ways she finds to improve focus, and reminding them that even if their ADHD makes it too hard sometimes, she’s still so proud of them.
Molly Weasley doing everything she can to help Percy feel comfortable with his OCD, even in the chaos of the Burrow, and never going into his room because she knows it makes him paranoid, and not getting mad if his compulsions get in the way of her cleaning.
Molly Weasley meeting Ginny’s new friend Luna, who switches pronouns whenever, and always making sure to ask Luna for the proper ones whenever they see each other.
Molly Weasley sending howlers to anyone at Hogwarts who makes fun of Harry for the panic attacks he has. (Malfoy ends up with quite a few of them).
Molly Weasley happily accepting that she’ll never have grandchildren from her ace aro son Charlie, who prefers dragons to people anyway.
Molly Weasley sending extra care-packages to Hogwarts, with strict instructions to “give to whoever needs it most”.
Molly Weasley being a safe place for all her kids to turn to, even the ones she didn’t raise.
Molly Weasley being a Mother with a capital M.
I’m honestly such a sucker for fan-made movie posters.
Ok so earthbenders can metal bend, waterbenders can blood bend, and firebenders can lighting bend. What special thing can an airbender do?
sometimes i think about castiel and all the fuckin junior league demons he has to fight. do you think he ever gets irritated with that? like imagine you are a grown-ass adult man minding your business and you keep getting called out to fight by punk third graders. these demons are brand new they barely remember the declaration of independence. they’re giving castiel all kinds of shit trying to start something and castiel is like, give me a break, i babysat the fuckin dinosaurs
chris evans + left boob + text posts aka i’m so sorry
btvs - that came out wrong: part one
We’re a strange pair, aren’t we?
another set of commissioned dragon hoards ! the cat hoarder and the kitten hoarder are best friends and sometimes let their charges meet for playdates
Happy birthday, Harry Potter!
To celebrate Harry’s birthday (and my undying love for the series), I made my own covers! I created patterns (Thanks for the inspiration Scandinavia!) using a significant object from each book. I used those in the movies as reference and digitally painted them. You can view the whole project here! :)
(It’s already July 31 here in the Philippines. Haha.)
Songs from Wes Anderson film soundtracks
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
Pre-serum, Steve Rogers was COLOR BLIND. He literally opened his eyes to a whole different world.
My mind is totally blown by this.
Oh god, though. Imagine Steve Rogers, artist and art enthusiast, opening his eyes and seeing the world in a full range of colours for the first time.
Steve Rogers experimenting with coloured pencils a few days after the procedure and having a silently hysterical moment over how many different colours there are.
Steve Rogers finding time to sneak off to the National Gallery/National Portrait Gallery/V&A while he’s on shore leave in London and just staring at the classic paintings he spent years of his life studying, but now they’re bright and vibrant and the reds are so red and it’s all so different from the versions that exist inside his memories.
STEVE ROGERS REDISCOVERING HOW MUCH HE LOVES ART AGAIN NOW THAT HE CAN APPRECIATE IT IN A WHOLE NEW WAY.
ARTIST STEVE ROGERS.