Random Bits and Pieces of Nothing

alymuffin:

racebend sirius black

Personally, I’d have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.

Boromir Week — Family (Head-canon/Story hybrid-thing)

mythicship:

(Apologies — what follows is semi-head-canon, semi-fic and may not make sense at all, but it’s sort of been a head-canon of mine for a long time as one of Boromir’s best memories.)

When Boromir turned eighteen, he was called into a special audience with his father. He’d rarely seen much of Denethor these days, because the Steward was too busy governing Gondor and conducting a war. Boromir himself had also been away on campaign more often than not, and had only returned from one a few days ago. Meeting his father in an official capacity was odd, however, since usually he would be called into Denethor’s office if his father needed to talk to him. But, he went to the throne room nevertheless, wearing the uncomfortable ceremonial armour that a special audience demanded, and saw his father dressed in the ceremonial robes of the Steward’s office, with the Horn of Gondor on his lap. Boromir then realised why he’d been called into the special audience — but he couldn’t help but wonder where all the members of the court were.

"I wished to pass on the Horn to you alone, my son," Denethor said, as if sensing his son’s confusion. "I haven’t seen much of you these past years, and I am saddened to admit it. There will, of course be a more elaborate ceremony later, but for now…" And he stood up, Horn in hand, and walked over to Boromir, who immediately knelt to receive it. The Horn was placed into his waiting hands, and he glanced up to see his father’s stern face transformed by a bright, proud smile.

"You have been given the Horn of Gondor, which establishes you completely as my heir — make use of it to comfort our people, that they may know their Captain comes to their aid whenever it sounds. Make use of it also frighten our enemies, that they may know the might of that very same Captain shall soon be upon them," he said, placing a warm hand on Boromir’s head. His smile widened then, pride and affection clear in his gaze. "I am so very proud of you, my dear, dear son."

And then he did something which surprised Boromir — he pulled Boromir upright and then embraced him tightly. It could not be the most comfortable hug for his father, considering the armour Boromir wore, but Denethor did not seem to mind, and Boromir wrapped his own arms around him to return the embrace, a smile on his own face.

This moment remained one of Boromir’s proudest and happiest memories.

highgayden:

Luke Pasqualino as Sirius Black and Avan Jogia as Regulus Black

terapsina:

H a r r y   &   L u n a

They’re called Thestrals. They’re quite gentle, really… but people avoid them because they’re a bit…

" D i f f e r e n t . "


James was a tall, thin man with untidy black hair that stuck up at the back. During his Hogwarts years, he had an indefinable air of having been well cared for and even adored. As late as his fifth year, he started wearing glasses, although in his first year he had not.
While at Hogwarts, James became the very best of friends with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, and the group called themselves “the Marauders”. The four friends enjoyed untold popularity while at school, and particularly liked playing pranks together.
Though more mischievous than diligent, James was a very clever student. At some point, he became Chaser for his house’s Quidditch team, and he was entirely aware of his talent. He was something of an obnoxious youth for the majority of his time at school; he liked to show off and was exceptionally self-confident. He habitually ruffled his hair to make it even untidier, to look as though he’d just got off his broomstick, according to Lily Evans.
By his seventh year, James had lost the less savoury aspects of his personality, and was even appointed Head Boy, despite the fact that he had not been a prefect.

James was a tall, thin man with untidy black hair that stuck up at the back. During his Hogwarts years, he had an indefinable air of having been well cared for and even adored. As late as his fifth year, he started wearing glasses, although in his first year he had not.

While at Hogwarts, James became the very best of friends with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, and the group called themselves “the Marauders”. The four friends enjoyed untold popularity while at school, and particularly liked playing pranks together.

Though more mischievous than diligent, James was a very clever student. At some point, he became Chaser for his house’s Quidditch team, and he was entirely aware of his talent. He was something of an obnoxious youth for the majority of his time at school; he liked to show off and was exceptionally self-confident. He habitually ruffled his hair to make it even untidier, to look as though he’d just got off his broomstick, according to Lily Evans.

By his seventh year, James had lost the less savoury aspects of his personality, and was even appointed Head Boy, despite the fact that he had not been a prefect.

enjolras-is-captain-sassy:

enjoldongle:

i heard you were talking shit about severus snape have a high five and your bedtime is never 

is this what harry’s life would have been like if he grew up with sirius

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

make me choose }
ladydaceymormont asked → edoras or minas tirith

tinsnip:

cosmictuesdays:

lemonsweetie:

bmouse:

Ok those are lovely colors on him and he looks so nice and peaceful in the second one.

Though the first one is…Actual Disney Villain Julian Bashir (as opposed to his more usual moniker of Actual Disney Princess)

But what this photoset is really giving me is a mad plot bunny where lives-on-Cardassia!Bashir has gotten used to his layered robes in the winter and slicking his hair back (like you do) and the occasional bit of kohl because the sun’s pretty bad sometimes and he’s the only one around without brow ridges. 

And then some bright shiny reporter is going around the galaxy interviewing former Starfleet officers who left to go live Somewhere Very Different and they are totally tickled pink at getting the chance to talk to the legendary Dr. Bashir and then when they get there they think he’s absolutely terrifying

(well in between the time it takes him to open his mouth and grin and be a cutie anyway) 

this has been a late night plotbunny i almost want to write thisbut if someone else wants to please please please it would be hilarious garak would laugh himself sick poor julian would be a bit put out

OMG

Pleeeassseeee. I need to read this~

Tinsnip, what was that about Atlantis outfits fitting in on post-canon Cardassia?

Can you imagine the moment when the terrifying visage dissolves into the cute grin?
I die.

Okay, listen to me, you’re stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that’s all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.