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Not to be dramatic but Harry Potter would lose his fucking shit if he knew how y'all treat Ron Weasley
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I put so horrifyingly much thought into this.  Like, this is why I didn’t start before today.  So…

Nate, warlock.  May or may not have originally been the same person as Sterling.  Like, there may be some Jekyll and Hyde bullshit in their past, possibly due to–

Maggie, mad scientist.  From her heart and from her hands, why does no one understand her intentions?

Sophie, werewolf.  Cons can be planned around the full moon.  Broadway shows cannot.

Hardison, vampire.  Ask him about blood plasma.

Eliot, several reanimated corpses having a very good hair day.

Parker, ghost.  Still fond of money, tight spaces, and fire.  Because Parker.
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my aesthetic is jessica and luke scoffing at the costumes their comic book iterations have worn while meanwhile mr. matthew michael murdock 
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“If I have a fault, Grant, it’s being too clever.”
- Christopher Chant, modesty embodied. [From Conrad’s Fate by Diana Wynne Jones] (via kateviardo)
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every time i hear “tag wrangling”, im imagining a herd of unruly cattle with things like “voyeurism” and “slow burn” and “fuck canon” branded into their haunches stampeding while a couple of harried farm hands attempt to lasso them in


Sometimes a herd comes up out of a canyon, no warning at all, and there’s only one wrangler on the scene. Their panicked yodels bring other wranglers racing out to the new edge of fandom, a fandom that didn’t even exist last week, in an effort to steer the tags into their proper pens.

Sometimes, though, no one hears anything at all.

Tumbleweeds roll by. There is silence, a great stretch of sky. A soft rumbling. The closest wrangler left the area last month, looking for greener pastures. There have been no tags here for long years. Then suddenly….

~ lion king music, followed by wildebeests ~

“Can’t keep hands on this one,” explains a lead for a popular fandom, tilting her hat to block the sun. “greenhorns come in, get their first shock of a stampede, and refuse to leave the barn. Scares ‘em right off. You got to have solid, experienced hands on a fandom this big, but experienced hands take one look at this place and laugh. They know right away how much work it’s going to be.”

~ the camera pans over milling tags, no apparent order to them ~

“We’ve got over a hundred thousand of these, with a hundred or so coming in every day. And that’s just on this side of the creek.” She waves at a distant speck, who seems to wave back. “Megafandoms,” she says, as if that explains everything. To other wranglers, it probably does.

(There’s also a collaborative steampunk version, which is much more exciting)
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Dean: So you're Chosen too, huh?
Buffy: Yep. A bunch of old men played God a zillion years ago, and here I am.
Dean: I know that feel.
Buffy: Oh well. It could be worse. I kind of enjoy killing things.
Dean: It's really good stress relief. If only we could just stick with killing monsters, right?
Buffy: I know. One day it's "kill vampires", the next you're sacrificing yourself for your younger sibling.
Dean: And then they bring you back from the dead!
Buffy: You too, huh?
Dean: Crawled my way out of a grave.
Buffy: Sucks, doesn't it?
Dean: And then I got back to find out that the person closest to me was doing sketchy, addicting things to become more powerful, all in the name of the greater good.
Buffy: Let me guess, he tried to start an apocalypse?
Dean: Not TRIED to start so much as-- wait, how'd you know?
Buffy: Been there, done that. Man, next thing you'll tell me someone close to you lost their soul and tried to kill people you loved.
Dean: Dude. This is eerie. Next thing you'll be telling me you have a red-headed computer-hacking lesbian unofficial sister.
Dean: .....Are you my alternate universe parallel?
Buffy: No, the only alternate universe I've been in, they told me my life was all fiction. And not even good fiction.
Dean: ...We should hang out.
Buffy: Definitely.
Dean: Decapitate some vampires.
Buffy: Sounds good.
Dean: Are you seeing anyone?
Buffy: No, but I'm not over this guy in a big coat who I hated for a while and was an enemy but then came over to our side because he fell in love with me, and then later he betrayed me and it was awful, but then he really did feel bad about it and tried and make up for it and he died saving the world but then came back only he never calls me.
Dean: .....
Buffy: .....
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Eurasian Eagle Owl chicks

The laundry is alive and it is angry.


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