Phil Coulson Is Turning Over In His Grave Right Now

Tony felt like his head had barely hit the pillow before he was woken by soft cries coming through the monitor by the bed. He groaned and rolled over to look at the picture on the baby monitor on his bedside table. Morgan was wide awake, and although she was only making a few whimpering noises at the moment, Tony knew she would work her way up into a full blown crying fit if someone didn’t go check on her. She’d caught a cold recently and was having trouble staying asleep without getting fussy.

Tony rubbed his tired eyes and sat up with a quiet groan. He heard Pepper stir on her side of the bed.

“Tony… what—“

“I got it, go back to sleep,” Tony mumbled, running a hand down Pepper’s arm soothingly. Morgan had passed her cold onto her mom, so Tony wanted to make sure Pepper got as much rest as she could as well.

He turned down the baby monitor and stumbled his way out of the room and down the hall to his daughter. When Pepper told him she was pregnant he thought he’d have no issue with not getting any sleep. He was used to staying up all hours of the night working and not really getting much sleep. Apparently though, taking care of a baby was more exhausting than working on the Iron Man armor for 48 hours straight because god Tony was exhausted all the time.

Not that he was complaining. These last few months since Morgan was born had been some of the best and happiest months of his life and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

The closer he got to Morgan’s room the more surprised he was that he couldn’t hear her crying. The last few nights since getting sick had been hard on her little body, and she was much quicker to cry than she usually was. His surprise turned to tension however when he reached the cracked open door and realized he could hear another man’s voice coming from inside the room.

Tony was ready to run into the room guns a-blazing to see who the fuck had broken into his daughters room before he realized he recognized the voice. He nearly laughed out loud at himself for his reaction, but he was too curious to see what this kid was doing to risk making noise and alerting the boy to his presence.

Tony pushed the door open gently so it wouldn’t make any noise and leaned against the door frame to watch his two children together.

Peter must’ve just gotten in because he was still wearing his Spider-Man costume, sans-mask, with a tear in the back by his shoulder blade. He was cradling Morgan against his chest, bouncing gently and rocking from side to side to make sure the eight month old didn’t start to cry again.

Weiterlesen

if the rhodey show ends up being a thing (which im hoping it does but im not going to give myself hope just in case), i’ll only say this, marvel: 

introduce roberta rhodes

Tony, absentmindedly singing as he works because he’s on his fifteenth cup of coffee and -12th hour of sleep: Mama... just killed a man

Stephen, mumbling along from where he’s hovering above the sofa upside down reading a book: Put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead

Peter, from the ceiling: Mama... life had just begun but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Harley, dropping to his knees and dramatically screaming: M A M A-

Everyone mumbling halfheartedly: OooOOooh-

Harley: DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY IF IM NOT BACK AGIAN THIS TIME TOMORROW

Peter, as he stares into the void: Carry on carry on

Everyone, muttering: As if nothing really matters

Rhodey, who just walked in the room: What the fresh f u c k

head canon 100000% approved

Miss Peregrine & Miss Cuckoo friendship headcanons

I stan them, and hope very much that they’ll interact more in the next book, so I made these headcanons. Btw, I wrote friendship headcanons since there’s no indication of a romance between them yet, but I’ll 100% write some romance stuff if something happens between them in the next book.

When she came to the Academy, Isabel Cuckoo was a scared and confused 10 years-old French girl who didn’t speak a word of English. Alma, who was 9 at that time, took her by the hand and gave her a tour of the Academy, talking to her in French as best as she could (Alma’s mother was of French descendance, hence the surname LeFay, and she would occasionally talk in French with her children)

Given the limited number of rooms in the Academy, some ymbrynes in training, especially the younger ones, would share a room. Alma and Isabel became roommates.

Each night, they would brush each other’s hair until it would be smooth and shiny. Occasionnally, they would braid each other’s hair. Even at that time, Isabel often talked about her desire to dye her hair in bold colors. Alma 100% approved and encouraged her to talk to Miss Avocet about it.

Isabel’s dream of dying her hair silver became true when she was 17, and upon her insistance, Alma also dyed the tips of her long hair silver, so they could walk around with matching hair.

They would sometimes loop a few seconds for fun. For instance, when there was only one biscuit left during tea-time, they would make a mini-loop so that everyone could eat the biscuit all over again. Miss Avocet did not approve. Surprisingly, even Jack was fond of this little trick.

When she was 16, Alma went back to her village to attempt talking with her parents (who had kicked Alma, Myron and Jack out after Alma discovered her peculiarity). When Alma came back heartbroken and defeated, Isabel spent the whole night comforting Alma, as the younger ymbryne cried into her shoulder.

The first time Isabel learnt of Jack’s verbally and physically abusive behavior towards his sister, she walked up to him and punched him in the face, hard. She was 13 at the time, and Jack was 19. But she managed to put him in such a state of shock and panic (he thought that his nose was broken) that Myron had to dump a glass of water on him to make him come to his senses. For once, Miss Avocet and Miss Bunting approved of the use of violence, albeit reluctantly.

Alma and Isabel have matching friendship bracelets that Alma made. Both still have them, even though they graduated almost a century ago.

When Charlotte escaped from the Cairnholm loop, Miss P was in France visiting Miss Cuckoo’s loop. Both of them have been traumatized by the events of that day.

During AMoD, when Jake and co went on the mission and Miss P had no idea where they were, Miss Cuckoo would be waiting for Miss P in the Acre everyday with a bar of chocolate or occasionally a glass of wine. They would sit in the empty Ymbryne Council chamber and Alma would vent to Isabel.

And after saving the children and her argument with Jacob, Miss P, blinking back tears, went straight to find her best friend. She allowed herself to break down once more in Miss Cuckoo’s arms (Miss Cuckoo gives the best hugs)

Alma plays the piano, and Isabel managed to get herself an electric guitar. They play the best duets together.

I recognize that canon has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it and indulge myself in fanfic

Mother’s Day

Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her office. She had just given detention to the one and only Weasley twins. The Weasley twins, she never thought she would have such trouble makers again since The Marauders. An owl flew through her window with the Daily Prophet. Minerva put 1 Knut in the little bag on the owl’s paw. She rolled the Prophet open and on the front page was a picture of Sirius Black. The sweet boy she once knew, or she thought she knew. Sirius Black, the troublemaker of the year, she had so many good memories of that boy. All the detentions she had given him, the times the Marauders pranked the Slytherins. Sometimes she laughed at their pranks and they would take that as a victory. Mysteriously those trouble makers had wormed their way in to Minerva’s heart, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, it hadn’t worked. Looking back at the paper, she started thinking. She couldn’t believe Sirius would do something so horrible, she had always thought of him as a hard working, brave, mischievous and good friend. She hadn’t expected this, she didn’t believe it. He could not have killed his best friend, the father of little Harry Potter who now had no longer parents and lived with his aunt and uncle.   She threw the newspaper in her trash can, not wanting to see the boy she loved as her own, in his prisoner clothes. The whole castle was awake by now. Sirius Black had found his way into the Gryffindor common room, or so Ron Weasley said. Minerva was searching in her hallway for the Black boy. In this hallway was her own bedroom as well. She was looking in one of the classrooms, but there was no trace of Black. She was about to walk away, when she saw a calendar. It was the 12th of May, Mother’s day. Sometimes Minerva wished she could have been a mother, have a child of her own. Looking away fast, she left the room. Minerva was tired after looking through the whole hallway, classroom after classroom. But she still had to be up all night. The last room she had to check was her bedroom. Opening the door, she saw a basket on her bed. She walked towards it, there was a note next to the basket: I’m sorry for all the Mother’s days I have missed. This is for the best mother anyone could ask for. Thank you Minnie. - your son

Minerva was now certain that Sirius Black was in the castle, because no one called her Minnie besides him. Minerva was beyond happy, because she realised something. The boy saw her as his mother, and so do many other students.

Although I like how the bathroom-fight in HBP turned out I always wondered how everything would have gone if it wasn’t Harry that had walked in:

Draco heard the door open, he quickly turned around, wand positioned. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were stained with tears. He gasped when he saw who had just walked in. From all the people he thought it could’ve been, from Potter to some second year that just had to go to the bathroom, this was not who he had expected in the least. In the doorway stood a little startled Minerva McGonall. Draco was quickly trying to wipe away the tears, but that didn’t help much. Then he immediately stopped when a clear voice rang through the room. “Mister Malfoy, what’s wrong?” He felt stunned. He suddenly forgot how to speak and tried to mutter something about how he was fine, but the woman didn’t give up. It pained her that a boy, a student of hers, was being hurt this bad. “Mister Malfoy, I can see when someone is ‘fine’ and this certainly isn’t the case.” And with that Draco just gave up. He gave up trying to hide his emotions, he gave up trying to keep his secrets, he gave up being strong, because if anything, he has never felt weaker. So he started talking, you could almost call it yelling, but he didn’t have the energy to yell. He told her about his dark mark and that he was a death eater, he told her about making fun of the golden trio, he told her about Voldemort living in his house and he told her about his mission to kill Dumbledore. After he was done ranting he was out of breath and fell to the floor. He sat in a fetal position with his knees to his chest and his face in his hands. He couldn’t bare to look at the professor knowing that he would probably be expelled after this. Minerva was still shocked by the information she just got. However, this was not what her mind was with. She was actually thinking of how this broken boy reminded her of someone. Someone who also had troubles at home, a rather abusive and unsupportive family and had followed Lord Voldemort. That person had became a death eater and as soon as he realised what he had done, the mistake that he had made, he had came to her. The boy that Draco reminded her of, was none other than Regulus Black. He had followed the wrong side and regretted it. But she hadn’t been able to save him. She is able to save the boy in front of her. Draco, who was still crying and waiting for the storm, wondering why it didn’t come, was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and through his tears he saw professor McGonagall standing over him with a small, sad smile. He dried his eyes a little, confused to why she wasn’t getting angry with him. She then spoke. “Come to my office, we have to talk about this, I’m going to help you.” He processed this and the slowly nodded his head, stunned that he wasn’t packing yet. He did one last attempt to dry his tears and then Minerva removed he hand to give him some space. He slowly stood up and grabbed his bag. Then he followed the lady towards her office, wondering what would happen next.

(On Tina)

Newt: I-I don’t know Jacob theres just something about her.

Jacob: Yeah?

Newt: Her hands are.. well they’re so nice and, soft.. almost like the fur of a pigmy puff.

Jacob: A what?

Newt: N-Nothing.. I- well, do you think I should tell her I-

Jacob: What that you like her? Well yeah. I mean, have you seen the way you too interact when you’re together?

Newt: No- Well she, I don’t think that means anything I mean- Well I- Of course it means something for me, I mean shes great, and beautiful, and her ey-

Jacob: I know, I know, like Salamanders

Newt: Yes.

Jacob: I think you should take her somewhere!

Newt: Like.. ah uh, a date?

Jacob: Yeah, take her out to dinner, treat her like a lady she’d like that.

Newt: I don’t know, she probably wouldn’t even go.

Jacob: Newt, the womans crazy about you

Newt: I wouldn-

Jacob: She fled to Paris because she was jealous of Leta

Newt: Well I - Where would I take her

Jacob: Ya ever heard of a zoo?

They got salamanders!

I watched a little further and it’s actually “witchfinder colonel Dalrymple” this is so fun

Okay how is nobody talking about the fact that Nina called Maggie “angel” when they were having their little chat with Crowley in the last episode ?????

Also I’m rewatching season 1 and just noticed that sergeant Shadwell mentions Me Dalrymple in ep. 5 after coming back from the bookshop.

He says “nobody’s ever done what I’ve done. Not Hopkins, not Siftings, not Dalrymple.”