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all right. so. this is a Harry Potter AU, in rambly and abbreviated form.

this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.

when they arrive, a large man with a red face and a moustache is waiting for them, brandishing a baby.

to be more accurate: he is brandishing a basket. the basket contains a baby.

he tells the police that his wife found the basket on their doorstep that morning. “Gave her the shock of her life,” he says, with a chuckle that does not seem the least bit sincere.

the police officers have a lot of questions about this, but the man does not have any useful answers. his wife, he tells them, is not in any shape to be interviewed. “she’s been poorly,” he says, “and we’ve got a baby of our own to worry about, keeping us up at all hours.”

the baby in the basket seems to be about a year old. he is cheerful, seems healthy aside from a cut on his forehead, with a crooked sticking plaster on it. he has startlingly green eyes.

there is no identifying information in the basket, except for a torn scrap of paper with ‘his name is Harry’ on it in a delicate hand.

there is nothing else to be done, it seems. the officers take baby Harry, and leave.

one of them comes back a few days later for a follow-up interview with the woman who found the baby. she seems a little fragile, and her own baby, in the next room, keeps up a constant shrieking tantrum the whole time the officer is there. “I’m sorry,” the woman says, with a brittle smile. “this has all been a bit much. I recently lost my sister, you see.”

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Your Decent Into Hell

I wanted to do this for a long time. a fic rec of our decent into hell for all our sins. so enjoy your decent miraculours :D

SAFE HEAVEN

Anything for a friend by babycougar Adrien would love it if fangirls left him alone for once in his life, but he knows that this will likely be a problem for as long as he’s single. Nino comes up with a potentially genius plan: just pretend to date a kindhearted classmate, and the problem will go away! Aka Adrien is oblivious and Marinette is too nice for her own good.

Mon dieu by Mooncactus “Kiss me, quick!"Not the words Marinette expects to hear from Adrien Agreste, especially especially prefaced with "I’ll make it up to you and explain it all later."But a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

It’s complicated by konekat Chat Noir wants to confess to Ladybug. Marinette wants to confess to Adrien. Somehow, things just keep spiraling out of control instead.

Five steps by eLJay It doesn’t take much for Chat Noir to fall for Marinette.

the person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger by asterbells He used Cataclysm, and the furthest his memory reaches is when he was sitting on top of Ladybug, likely to have been pinning her down.The pieces push together into a picture he doesn’t want to see.His pencil falls with a clatter against the table.

Someone to hold on to by Chebitz Chat Noir finds himself looking for comfort in places more likely than he’d think.

Honesty by panda013 (Amiria_Raven) “Well, if I’m wonderful,” he started, a teasing lilt in his voice causing her to look up and give him the ‘kitty don’t you dare’ look he so adored. His grin grew wider and he finished, “then you must be purrty Miraculous, don’t you think?”His honesty had given them this chance, and she would forever love that earnest part of him.

GOD WILL LET THIS ONE PASS

heartstrings by taylortot one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

Gently Into The Night by Lady_Lombax Even heroes need a pick me up sometimes. For Chat Noir, a certain Princess is just the remedy.

In Sickness and In Health by kali_asleep It’s not everyday you see a girl passed out on a roof in the middle of the night. But when that girl is a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng, well, there’s not much else Chat Noir can do but help her, right?

YOU CAN STILL REPENT

Obsession by KryallaOrchid was meant to be only once but Marinette and her magic hands keep drawing him back. He can’t get enough.

Sunlight, Firelight, Starlight by AdJiT Adrien knows he shouldn’t do it. Adrien knows that there will be consequences to this action and Adrien knows this is probably a bad idea but Adrien is not here on this rooftop, Chat is, and Chat is tired of staring up at the girl who hung the moon and wishing, and every fiber of his being is telling him to leave that behind and take the chance to do something with someone who is with him, on his level. So he does.

Months Later by Inkkerfuffle somehow, this whole secret dating thing was working out just fine. It had been a couple of months, and they’d been working on getting to know each other and figuring out just how they worked together. There were some dates, but as far as school was concerned, the game was ‘how many kisses can one sneak upon the other’. And so far, the answer was plenty.In which there is secret dating, formal events and creepy classmates.Series

FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED

That thing you do by mercy_angel_09 There were two possibilities for how this could end:1) Their friendship would be stronger than everor2) She’d never be able to look him in the eye again.He was willing to bet on the latter. (Or, the one where an akuma shoves Ladybug and Chat Noir into a tiny utility closet while it goes on its roaring rampage of revenge, and things get a little hard between them.)

It Had To Be You by mercy_angel_09 Sometimes the person you’re looking for has been right in front of you the whole time.Like. Literally. Five years you two idiots wasted. (putting it here cuz it’s sin yet sweet sooo)

The Ladybugs and The Bees by BullySquadess The Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir have survived many things together. Monsters, curses, hoards of pigeons…they’ve seen it all. But how will they handle one of life’s biggest challenges? ((What started as an awkward little puberty fic has slowly morphed into LadyNoir SIN))

Sin by BroadwayyyBabyy Just. Sin. (PURE SIN OMG)

I’M IN HELL…(WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED)

Dance in the dark by MisterDoctorProfessorPatrick Chat Noir decides to pay his princess a visit, but since black cats are hard to see in the dark, he overhears a little more than he might have expected.

Puppeteer by clairelutra (exosolarmoon) i don’t bite, but i heard you might so let me feed your appetiteChat Noir pays his princess a visit. (you sin more every chapter you read)

There is SOOO MUCH MORE but i couldn’t possibly put everything here cuz i also haven’t read everything…yet

ENJOY

Avengers: Infinity War aka The Bachelor: Tony Stark Edition

I'm looking for a french movie for my nieces (they're 9 and 10), something, have you any suggestions ?

Hi(!),

If they liked Indiana Jones: L’homme de Rio

If they liked Fast and Furious: Taxi 1

If they liked Big fish: Amelie ou Mon oncle

La boum 1, La boum 2 (not negociable)

If they like period movies: La folie des grandeurs

If they like animation: Azur et Asmar or Kirikou et la sorcière

If they like adventure: Pierrot le fou or Tintin et le mystère de la toison d’or

If they like puns: Astérix et Obélix mission Cléopâtre

If they like musicals: Les demoiselles de Rochefort or Les parapluies de Cherbourg

If they like fairy tales: Peau d’âne or La belle et la bête

If they like drama: Les petits mouchoirs or De rouille et d’os

If they like biographies: La Môme or Coco avant Chanel or Yves Saint Laurent (not Saint Laurent which is more graphic)

If they like romance: La délicatesse or Une rencontre

If they want to see France: A bout de souffle or La baie des anges

Hope this helps! x

Masterlist

First: Million Reasons (22.02.2017) Last: Say Something (22.01.2019) Number of imagines: 129

This masterlist contains imagines of the following:

* 13 Reasons Why

Alex Standall

Clay Jensen

Hanna Baker

Jeff Atkins

Justin Foley

Montgomery De La Cruz

Tony Padilla

Zach Dempsey

* Arrow

Oliver Jonas Queen

* Celebrities

Darren Chen

Thomas Grant Gustin

Shawn Peter Raul Mendes

* Dolan Twins

Ethan Grant Dolan

Grayson Bailey Dolan

* Fantastic Beasts

Newton Artemis Fido “Newt” Scamander

Theseus Scamander

* Glee

Finn Hudson

Sebastian Smythe

* Riverdale

Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones III

* Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Jane “Eleven” Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Will Byers

* The Flash

Bartholomew Henry “Barry” Allen

Francisco “Cisco” Ramon

Did you know there is an app for read fanfictions from Ao3???

WHY I HAVEN'T HEARD ABOUT IT?

Is called "Fanfic Pocket Library"

I was using "Archive Track Reader", but in my opinion it was quite confusing.

In fanfic pocket library you can use your Ao3 account and download the fanfiction.

Btw, if there's any other app that you use, please tell me ❤️❤️

(the photos are just an example of how it works, but I'm actually loving this fanfic so I recommend)

Masterlist

It (2017)

The Losers Club:

1. Being in the Losers Club Would Include…

2. Being Irish and part of the Losers Club Would Include…

3. Swimming

4. Panic

5. Replaced

6. Being Filipino and Part of the Losers Club Would Include…

Beverly Marsh:

1. Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include…

2. Being Beverly’s Sibling Would Include…

Bill Denbrough:

1. Dating Bill Denbrough Would Include…

2. Prom

3. Stutter

4. Guilt

5. Leader

6. Dumb

7. It

Ben Hanscom:

1. Dating Ben Hanscom Would Include…

2. NKOTB

Eddie Kaspbrak:

1. Dating Eddie Kaspbrak Would Include…

2. Don’t Die

3. In Love

4. Lies

5. Germs

Mike Hanlon:

1. Dating Mike Hanlon Would Include…

2. Hold You

3. 1 am Cuddles

4. Milkshakes and Star Gazing

5. Breakup

Richie Tozier:

1. Dating Richie Tozier Would Include…

2. Korean Reader x Richie Headcanon

3. Eye Rolls

4. Just Friends?

5. For Science

6. Chapstick

7. A Chance

8. Cute

9. Shopping

10. What You Want

11. Help

12. Missing Cat

13. Backwards

14. Don’t Run Away

15. Deserve Better

16. Being Richie Tozier’s Younger Sister Would Include…

Stan Uris:

1. Dating Stan Uris Would Include…

2. Bird Books

3. Plus Size Reader x Stan Headcanon

4. Crushes

5. Don’t Lie

6. Love

7. Bad Dreams

8. A Flirt

9. The Future

10. Bird Watching

11. Angel

Stozier:

1. What Do You Hate?

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson:

1. Bet

2. Sorcerer

3. Me?

4. Beautiful

Lucas Sinclair:

1. Tests

Mike Wheeler:

1. Please Don’t Cry

2. Anything For You

3. Forgotten part two

4. A Kiss

5. Help

6. Her part two

7. Stop Denying

8. Answer me

9. Not Yours

10. Worry

11. I Failed

12. Suffering

13. Being Mike Wheeler’s Twin Sister and Being Taken to the Upside Down With Will Would Include…

Steve Harrington:

1. Best Friends

2. Ditched

3. Cold Air

4. Motivation

5. Birthday

Will Byers:

1. I Kissed Him part two

2. Alone

3. Miss Me?

4. Short

5. His Fault

6. Taken

Johnathan Byers:

1. My Hero

2. Everlong

Eleven:

1. Help

Max Mayfield:

1. You

window pains | jason todd

Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.

A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.

If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs ♡

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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"

"You know who you're talking to, right?"

"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."

It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column. 

You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound. 

That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask. 

Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh. 

But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt. 

Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couch—he doesn't take it. 

"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"

"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"

You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham. 

"How'd they get you?" you ask. 

It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.

You always do. Even when it was new, this… thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?

The last one, you always know the answer to. 

"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?" 

He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference. 

Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly. 

"Jesus—ever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes. 

"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"

"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."

That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded. 

You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away. 

"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."

"You can put them on yourself." 

His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood. 

Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink. 

"Can I crash here?" 

"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.

You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him. 

"What're you doing?" you ask. 

"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."

"I didn't say that, I said—"

"I can read between the lines." 

"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say. 

"What situation?"

You turn your head. "Nothing."

Jason steps towards the window. You block him again. 

"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."

"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."

"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."

Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"

You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."

"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."

"Lie the fuck down, Todd."

His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."

Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well… you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common. 

Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love. 

Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain. 

"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."

He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel. 

"Can you just—" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?" 

You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach. 

"Do you want a blanket?" you ask. 

He squints. "It's August."

"I know, I… I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold." 

"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead." 

You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light. 

"You're tired of me," he says. 

Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."  

"You are."

"I'm not tired of you, Jay."

You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't. 

You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit. 

You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.

You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes. 

"I'm not tired of you," you say softly. 

"I'd be tired of me." 

"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"

Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid.  

"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."

"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say. 

He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck. 

"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask. 

"I don't need 'em."

"You do. You need another on your forehead."

"It'll heal fine without it."

Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise. 

"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."

He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst. 

Jason scoffs. "No, you don’t. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."

"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."

He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you. 

"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."

Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow. 

"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."

His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.

You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.

His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city. 

"I wanna try to use the door," he says. 

You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming. 

"Then I'll leave it unlocked." 

Now that i think about it, if avengers and the mcu took place in the 90s who would eddie murphy play? like there is no way he’d play a supporting character esp to a white guy in the 90s….hmmm he’d probably audition and try hard for t’challa, but they’d probably give him blue marvel…but that character didn’t exist in the 90s…and there is no way he’d play Hiemdall lmao.

An Ode to Trashmouth 

@eddiekazier‘s Secret Santa Gift!!

Hello KP! Here is your secret santa gift: it’s not a fic, it’s not a playlist, it’s not a piece of visual art…..it’s a song from Eddie to Richie! I really nerded out on this one - I hope you like it!!!

Happy Holidays, and please forgive the video quality and my messy hair!!! Lyrics to this bop are below the cut! ( @itsecretsanta )

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