List Of People Who Could Be Running The Official Spider-Man Twitter Account:

List of people who could be running the official Spider-Man twitter account:

Tom Holland, in disguise

Zendaya (‘cause she’s hip with the youth)

“jake g and his sexy dad outfit”

All three of them, combined

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.

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4 years ago

yoooo wtf is sharon up to?????

yellow

a sequel to blue

“Hello, Mr. Lupin,” said Minerva as he welcomed the best addition to her life in the pas 15 years. She would never say this publicly but Teddy Lupin had made himself her new favourite the instant she held him in her arms, mischievous smiles and unexpected looks were all it took for Minerva to fall in love with a helpless bundle of mischief, fourteen years ago.

It was towards the end of May she supposed. Her mind was still foggy about that May even though spring was her favourite. It was funeral after funeral, wounds that needed tending to that kept bleeding and her heart felt like it was about to give up so it was quite understandable that Minerva didn’t remember whether it was early June or late May when she met Teddy and he, of course, wouldn’t remember when that was.

Her heart had belonged to all of her students, she wouldn’t say she loved all of them but she always cherished those she had taught because she thought that it was sacred, the bond between teacher and a pupil. That’s why she was so respectful to but also, very fond of Albus Dumbledore; she had, after all, learned a great deal from him and she felt like somehow, she had taught him as well. But every now and then, she felt her heart belong to some of her students a bit more. Some felt like they were her children even though she never had any. A lot of people said “You’ll understand when you’re a mother” when she was younger but she never had to become a mother biologically to understand the happiness and pain one could feel for their child. She had felt this way about four kids that drove her mad before, all of them long gone now and she had known the pain of losing them. She had felt this way about a messy haired boy that looked so painfully like his father that Minerva thought she confused her love for James Potter for this kid but she was wrong. She remembered her scream as she saw Harry’s limp body and how her heart started beating again the moment she knew he was alive. She also remembered the pride and honour she felt when Harry risked his own life when that bloody idiot had spat at her. Maybe they didn’t share a blood bond but Minerva knew Harry was as good as her son.

The last time she felt like that was late May in 1998, the boy couldn’t even crawl yet when Minerva felt that bond with him. He didn’t have to as far as Minerva was concerned because she could feel the wolf that Teddy’s father hated so much and she could see what his mother had left him with, a gift beyond imagination.

“Professor McGonagall? MINNIE?!”

“You know you can’t call me Minnie on school grounds Mr. Lupin,” reminded Minerva as she pushed her glasses up.

“I’ve been calling your name for a good two minutes now, Professor,” answered Teddy with concern in his eyes.

“I see you’re back to your usual blue hair,” she pointed out, ignoring the elephant in the room. She had tried to get him to have a more normal hair colour at the beginning but she didn’t bother anymore. “How was the patrol?”

“It was boring as usual,” said Teddy and looked at Minerva expectantly. “What was it that you wanted to show me professor?”

Minerva then opened the glass door behind which Dumbledore’s Pensieve was hidden.

“I hope you know what this is.”

“Of course I do. Harry has one just like it,” he replied pridefully. “He used to spend hours watching memories in his room.. he doesn’t do it that much anymore.”

“This particular Pensieve was Albus Dumbledore’s but now I use it to store my memories,” she explained. “I’m sure Harry has shown you a lot of memories about Remus and Nymphadora.”

“Don’t call her that, Professor,” said Teddy with a smile on his face.

“Ms. Tonks, it is then,” as she undid her bun and let her braided hair fall. “If you don’t mind, it’s late and it’s just us.”

“Of course I don’t, Minnie.”

Minerva let that one slide as she looked for the memory she wanted to show the blue haired boy.

“As I said, I am aware that Mr. Potter has shown you quite a lot but he doesn’t have the memories from their years in Hogwarts and I thought maybe you wanted to see them?”

“Of course I do,” beamed Teddy as he moved closer to the Pensieve. “I want to see Harry’s father and Sirius who everyone keeps saying I used to look like. I got to say, I’m not that excited about the rat though.”

“I promise you’re not even going to realise who he is,” said Minerva as she started swirling the memory around in the Pensieve. “He used to be so different, so happy and nice. If he bothers you, a lot of people used to say he is not that hard to ignore. Would you like to go first?”

Teddy took a deep breath after he nodded to Minerva and sunk his face into the silver substance in the marble basin.

Teddy felt the world around the twist and turn. Every single time he did this, he felt nauseous but this time even more so because he had never seen his parents in Hogwarts before roaming in the same corridors he does now, talking to the ghosts and people he knows; he didn’t know what to expect but he still felt like his heart was trying to beat itself dead.

His feet found the floor in the Great Hall. Minnie was standing right next to him but her younger self was watching with an amused look on her face from the teacher’s table.

“10th of March, 1973,” she said with her long fingers on Teddy’s back. “Remus had made the mistake of not telling his new friends his birthday two years in a row.”

His eyes locked onto the chubby little boy standing in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables with a huge banner 8 feet in the air that said “Happy Birthday Remus!” with moving confetti on it. The boy was undoubtedly Peter Pettigrew and as Minnie had said, he looked nothing like Teddy had seen him or heard about him.

Teddy then looked at the boy standing on top of the Gryffindor table singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs, as flamboyant as can be, his hair shined like it had glitter on it.

“Uncle Sirius?”

“Indeed it is,” replied Minerva shaking her head. “He had a knack for drama as you can see. Azkaban took a lot from him but I can promise you he still had fire in him after all those years.”

Just as Teddy was about to ask about Sirius before that day, another boy jumped on the Slytherin table, a bold move Teddy thought, singing his heart out with a little help from Sonorus and before he could stop himself he blurted out something he knew couldn’t be.

“Is that Harry?!”

“I had the same thought when I first saw Harry in Hogwarts but I thought Harry was James. They look so much alike, it’s so easy to confuse them,” smiled McGonagall. “You’ll see the scar is missing and James’ eyes aren’t green. They come from that lovely lady with red hair rolling her eyes, few seats from your father.”

Teddy couldn’t focus on the red haired girl the moment he laid eyes on his father. Remus Lupin in flesh and blood looking up at his stupid friends shaking his head but also laughing. Teddy could see that the full moon wasn’t near but he could also tell that it wasn’t further away but Remus Lupin was there, just there, his hands covering his eyes slightly. But Teddy could see his yellow eyes were even more alight than usual. Teddy never said his father’s eyes were amber, he thought that amber normalised it when it was anything but normal, even for wizards.

Teddy walked towards his father without even realising it. There was a birthday cake flying towards him, following James Potter’s wand, and he looked genuinely happy. The memories Harry showed him were from a dark time and Teddy knew that. Even when Remus smiled, Teddy could see the darkness in his yellow eyes carrying the weight of the war. Teddy had seen his father this happy only one more time and he had watched that memory countless times with and without Harry, it was the one where Remus had joined them in the cottage and asked Harry to be his godfather. His hand reached for his father as he made a wish for his birthday and a loud bang came from the dungeons.

“That was your present,” grinned Sirius as a boy whose face seemed familiar from Daily Prophet came into the Great Hall with his wand out and walked straight towards the four boys. “No one can make fun of you but us, Lupin but most importantly no one can mess with you but us.” The last thing Teddy saw was some unflattering additions to the Slytherin’s face before the memory became foggy.

“A few spells flew around after that, I honestly can’t remember what happened,” apologised McGonagall. “However, I do remember why the boys did that to that idiot. He had made fun of your father’s scars implying some ugly things about your grandparents as well as Remus and well, no one messes with the Marauders but the Marauders.”

Minerva was looking around the shelves again as Teddy tried to understand how everything turned out the way it did. It didn’t make sense that these kids were like this 15 years before Teddy was born and now, there was no trace from any of them. Teddy’s mind couldn’t fathom how it went so utterly horrific that this was the only way him and Harry could see their parents again and Sirius barely got his name cleared. He didn’t get how Professor McGonagall was still standing after all this.

“Ah, here it is,” she exclaimed pulling Teddy from wherever he was. This one was actually one of her favourite memories. She wasn’t as interested in the pink haired Hufflepuff girl while she was in Hogwarts as she was with the Marauders but Nymphadora Tonks held a special place in her mind as a fellow shapeshifter.

She was never close to Tonks as Molly Weasley was but that didn’t mean that Minerva didn’t enjoy her subtle mischief and the joy she was able to spread around her. Maybe she wasn’t as school appropriate as some around her but she had a gift that she hadn’t abused, not once. It seemed to Minerva that Tonks used that to cause some problems for Filch or for the students that pissed her off. Minerva had noticed that even though she had the ability to morph into whoever she wants to look like, Tonks always looked like herself, the only things that changed permanently were her hair colour and her eye colour. Andromeda complained about how she didn’t even remember what colour Tonks’ eyes were when she was born but Minerva knew deep down how proud Andromeda was of the self-love her daughter had because Andromeda’s family had destroyed hers in a matter of seconds. Minerva thought Andromeda should have been proud of herself for bringing up a daughter like Tonks after having the worst possible examples in her life.

Minerva poured the liquid into the Pensieve again and motioned to Teddy to go ahead. The blue haired boy sank his face into the memory and Minerva followed right after he slipped away.

Teddy recognised the bubble gum pink even before he was standing still in McGonagall’s memory. She had a black and yellow scarf around her neck, the air was dark and it was raining outside. His mother was standing next to a Gryffindor that Teddy recognised to be Uncle Charlie, granted he had a lot less scars back then not that he was complaining about any of them. Charlie Weasley had shown Teddy some memories as well but Teddy didn’t remember this particular one. There was a smaller Hufflepuff girl hiding behind Tonks looking terrified beyond belief as if she had just seen a basilisk. Tonks and Charlie were talking heatedly to a Slytherin boy who looked like he was older and Charlie was trying to calm everyone down but Teddy could see his mother get aggravated. They both had a tell, you see, when they were trying to tame their anger and Teddy had never seen his mum do it but he still did the same thing when he was trying to bite his tongue. Teddy thought maybe he should believe when people say “You’re more like your parents than you know”. They moved closer and now Teddy could hear what they say.

“You should probably tell your parents that he’s been gone for a while now,” said Tonks with a hidden impatience in her voice but seemingly very calm. “Maybe they should stop feeding you these stupid thoughts.”

“You’re no better than her, are you Tonks?” shot back the older Slytherin boy. “Daughter to a blood traitor and a mudblood, such filth. I mean understandable how you both ended up in Hufflepuff, the Hogwarts garbage.”

“Tonks, NO!” yelled Uncle Charlie as he tried to grab Tonks before she could throw herself at the Slytherin boy. He slightly succeeded and moments later young McGonagall arrived at the scene ordering Charlie to take Tonks away and taking several points from Slytherin.

“You’ll see when we flatten you in Quidditch,” she kept yelling as Charlie tried to take her away, Teddy noticed that her hair was changing to a bright yellow matching the colour on her scarf. “Filth, my ass. At least my parents aren’t murderous FREAKS!”

“Nymphadora Tonks!” hissed McGonagall sternly. “Enough! How do you plan on becoming an Auror if you cannot even control your nerves?”

“Well when I’m an Auror, I will be able to hex idiots like him s—”

“That’s not what being an Auror is about Ms. Tonks and I hope you know that,” corrected McGonagall with a very asserting voice that Teddy’s mum stopped kicking and screaming. “Twenty points from Hufflepuff for your lack of self-control. Dismissed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered back and walked away with her yellow hair and white knuckles.

They travelled back to Minerva’s office and Teddy starting pacing up and down.

“Why would you take points from her?” he yelled without intending to. “She had a point.”

“She indeed did have a point,” she began soothingly. “But she didn’t know how to prove it and whether you want to be an Auror or not, violence is always the last answer; she had to learn that even though she had a point in getting angry at that idiot. After that day, she became more careful. If she didn’t learn some of those things in Hogwarts, Alastor would have never taken her as a student. In a way, those twenty points taken were for her benefit.”

“If you say so.”

“I showed you that memory to show your mum’s compassionate side even since when she was in Hogwarts,” continued Minerva. “I think she gets that from your grandmother. Andromeda always had a way of caring for others like she was never taught not care for anyone else but purebloods.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Teddy sat down and looked around the room, trying to take the memories in. He definitely wanted to see more but he didn’t know if he wanted to taint the ones he had seen tonight, he just needed some time to digest these and then he could come more.

“Can I come another night for other memories?” he asked silently without meeting the Professor’s eyes.

“I can imagine it can be too much at once,” she replied. “Of course you can come another night, just let me know beforehand so we can arrange a meeting, I’m still the headmistress after all.”

“Thank you, Minnie.”

“I called you here mainly to tell you that I see so much of them in you Mr. Lupin,” confided Minerva as he walked towards the door with Teddy. “It’s not just your looks or your abilities that makes me say that but it’s the way you smile and your eyes shine when you’re around the people you love. It’s the way you stand up for others and are willing to go the distance to make sure someone is happy or fine. That’s because your parents live in you, in me, in Charlie Weasley, in your godfather, in Molly, in Ginny and in so many others. It’s because they have left a mark on everyone they have met and through them, even though you never got to meet them properly, you’re more like them than you know.”

Teddy was barely holding his tears back but he could see that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of crying as well. Before he left, he built the courage and moved as quickly as he can to give her a hug. However what he expected to be a short lived hug turned into one of the most comforting hugs Teddy ever felt, it felt like his grandmother was hugging him and Teddy let go in that moment. Because Minnie was right, all these people tried their absolute best to make sure Teddy was able to see and know his parents as much as he could and that’s why even though he didn’t realise he had taken after them.

“Thank you once more Professor,” he said as he pulled away.

“You can call me Minnie in this room Mr. Lupin,” smiled Minerva before she opened the door. “Now, off you go.”

Teddy Lupin walked to his room wiping his eyes but with two new memories to dream about at night.

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5 years ago

Stark Kids

ENDGAME SPOILERS

Peter didn’t really know what to do with himself at the funeral.

After wandering around in a grief-induced haze, he ended up sitting by the lake alone, imagining maybe Mr. Stark would jump out of it and jumpscare him. He’d done that a few times in the lab. Peter hadn’t thought it was funny at the time, but now he’d give anything for him to do it again.

Little footsteps sounded, and a little girl edged herself up onto the log next to him.

“What’re you looking at?” She asked.

Peter shrugged, “Nothing.”

“You’re Spidey, aren’t you?”

Peter nodded, “Yup.”

“Daddy told me about you,” Morgan said.

Peter looked down at the girl, surprised, “What?”

“There’s a picture with you in it in the kitchen,” Morgan explained, “I asked about it and Daddy said the boy there was a hero he used to know. He said you were gone.”

“I was,” Peter admitted, “But your dad saved me.”

“I thought so,” Morgan said thoughtfully, “You know, Daddy was sad when he talked about you. Mommy said it was because he loved you very much and he thought you being gone was his fault.”

“Did she?” Peter asked, trying not to cry.

“Yes, she did,” Morgan said matter-of-factly, “You know, you look like me. You have brown hair and brown eyes like me. It’s because you’re my brother, right?”

“What?”

“You look like Daddy, and I look like Daddy. He loves both of us very much and he said he used to give you popsicles just like he gives me popsicles. So you must be my big brother, right?”

Peter shrugged, not knowing what to say.

Someone else sat down on Peter’s other side.

“Harley,” Morgan said nonchalantly.

The boy who looked a bit older than Peter looked confused that she recognized him, “You know me?”

“Of course,” Morgan said, rolling her tiny eyes, “Daddy said you almost shot him with a potato gun.”

Harley chuckled, “Yeah, I did. I helped him fix his suit.”

“I know that,” Morgan said, “Mommy said she wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t helped him, and if she wasn’t alive, I wouldn’t be alive. You saved me and Mommy and Daddy.”

Harley looked caught off-guard, “I guess I did.”

“You look more like Mommy than Daddy,” Morgan decided, “But that’s okay. I think I can love both my big brothers either way.”

Harley exchanged a look with Peter. They both knew they weren’t really Morgan’s brothers.

But still… Peter could sense the silent agreement that they would both do anything for this little girl.

“We can love you, too, little sis,” Peter promised as Morgan wiggled in between the two of them for warmth.

Watching from the porch, Pepper managed to crack a smile.

Her little girl wasn’t going to have to be alone. None of her children were.

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6 years ago