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Sherlock Headcanon- John/Mycroft

Ok so me and my friend @mrapollo-vs-mrdionysos met on omegle and we unintentionally made this really awesome John/Mycroft headcanon that I wanted to share with you guys!!

I’m not putting the entire conversation on here but this is about where it started.

I am ‘you’ and they are ‘stranger’

Stranger: Oh Mycroft would be even more powerbottom with John and with Sherlock always getting Gregs name wrong that could turn kinky. You: omg yes You: this is fun You: Mycroft sating shit about Sherlock to get a rouse out of john You: saying not sating Stranger: Oh and John would so not see through it but just do what Mycroft planned for him to do. You: Mycroft being completely oblvious to John trying to flirt with him You: Sherlock being horrified that Johns flirting with Mycroft Stranger: Let’s be honest…both Holmes boys would be oblivious to being flirted with You: obviously haha You: but they would notice if the other was being flirted with You: omg You: Mycroft being insecure about his weight Stranger: And his body in general, having been bullied in school a lot You: and by his siblings You: john being an amzing and caring boyfriend Stranger: Yes of course. Sherlock and Eurus having teased him so much in their childhood, he still has nightmares. Stranger: So every time, Sherlock asks about his diet, he looks small. You: Mycroft stopping trying to ‘diet’ and just stops eating You: omg You: John noticing and scolding him about taking care of himself Stranger: And says he has eaten every time someone notices You: Sherlock noticing but not saying anything You: John finding out Sherlock knows and yells at him Stranger: Because he feels guilty and feels like he would make it worse You: John confronting Mycroft and Mycroft breaking down Stranger: Telling him about his childhood. You: John comforting him You: telling him he was there and he didn’t have to believe anything they said Stranger: Mycroft showing John how thin he is and it’s scary because he hides that so well. You: John telling him how much he loves him and how he should do this to himself Stranger: And John sitting through every meal with Mycroft to make him eat. You: Mycroft feeling guilty for making John worry Stranger: But John holding him and saying that is just how love works. Worrying for the loved one. You: John making Sherlock and Mycroft talk about there problems with eachother Stranger: And Sherlock feeling so sorry. Mycroft ws just an easy victim. You: Mycroft being stubborn about forgiving him cause of all the shit they said to eachother’ Stranger: But Sherlock hugging him and it’s the first time Mycroft cries. You: Sherlock starts crying because of how badly he relalized his brother was hurting Stranger: And John comforting them both, letting them cry and hold each other. You: Mrs Hudson walking in and starts worrying abou the brothers and they all start hugging Stranger: Awww. Mycroft being surprised because he thought Mrs. Hudson hates him. You: Mrs Hudson telling him she didn’t hate him she was just worried about Sherlock and Mycroft always fighting and bickering You: She just took Sherlocks side most of the time cause she knew him better Stranger: Mycroft just smiling because for tje first time in a long time he is happy. You: John being really happy for the brothers

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I didn't mean to scare you ~ Hattercrow

Jonathan Crane didn’t really know how it had ended in this mess. He had wanted it to be perfect because he really loved Jervis. But obviously innocent little Jervis and his soft words of Alice had sparked jealousy and that had xaused the Scarecrow to come out.

A cruel grin was on Scarecrows face. He wanted to shut the smaller man up, make him have eyes for him, for Jonathan only. He could barely contain his anger. “Why Alice? There shouldn’t be a need for Alice. Don’t you have me? Am I not enough?” the Scarecrow hissed and stared into the soft, blue eyes that didn’t seem to understand what was going on. “I…March Hare wjat has gotten into you?” the small brit asked and his eyes were filled with tears that found their way down his cheeks. But the master of fear didn’t know the word mercy. He had never felt like this and it wasn’t a good feeling. Nothing like the feelings he usually had for Jervis and his adorable little face. “Why do you need Alice? Is there anything I can’t do that you really need?” he asked again and Jervis shook his head. “No. No Hare I just…a Hatter needs an Alice right?” he said and looked hopeful to have found a proper explanation. The Scarecrow simply stared. “Please Jon…you scare me.” Jervis whimpered and the laugh he got was cold. “You have only begun to understand scared” the taller man hissed and then everything went down too fast. The scarecrow pushed a needle into Jervis and injected half of what was in it into Jervis. After all Jervis shouldn’t die. Even thw Scarecrow knew that much. For hours the whimpers and sobs filled the room and Jonathan hated his alter ego for reacting the way he had. He took care of his boyfriend. “I am so sorry Jervis. I am sorry. I love you” he mumbled like a mantra but nothing got through the thick fog of toxin induced nightmares.

It was much later when Jervis shifted out of this state and looked at Jonathan who kissed his face over and over again because he knew Jervis needed to feel loved right now. “I am so sorry Jervis” he whispered and was incredibly ashamed of having lost control like this. But his tired boyfriend smiled and shook his head. “No it’s okay. I like the thought that even Scarecrow is jealous. I will try to stop talking about Alice. You are who I love and I want you to remember that” Jervis said and cuddled close to Jonathans chest. Jonathan let him and kissed his forehead. “I love you. I didn’t mean to scare you” he whispered. “I know March Hare” Jervis replied. ————————————— Okay so this is it. Unrequested and all but I loved the idea. Poor Jon is so sorry and feels even worse with Jervis just smiling it off. X3 I love them

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Coming home to you~ Hattercrow

So I got a request from #errortooth who said:  I really really love Hattercrow. Would you like to write something about them? Maybe something containing adorable hugs and maybe kisses? I would definitely love it ;)

This is it and I really hope you like it. Jons POV this time because I felt like he needed to tell us and Jervis a few things

Jonathan Crane had never really called a place home before he had met the peculiar little man named Jervis Tetch. When he came home this night it was like so many nights before. Their hideout was not cozy at all. An old industrial building with cold walls and a lot of space for both their experiments and special equipment. Teaming with a man who called himself the Mad Hatter, had cost a lot of self convincing. Jervis was mad and he knew. How should he not know as a former psychologist? But Jervis was a strange, childish kind of mad that kind of fit with his own, dark, fear focused madness. No matter how many times Jonathan had thought about testing his newest mixture of fear toxin on Jervis, the kind smile and the soft face had always made Jervis seem too fragile. After all he didn't want to loose an ally. The wind was cold as he opened the door and the scent of fresh pie greeted him and mixed with the rich one of the herbal tea Jervis loved so much. The scarecrow pretended to do the tea and pie ritual solely because Jervis seemed to love it but there was more to it. He had come to love the smiles he got for sitting down and having tea with the smaller man. How Jervis managed to make these gorgeous blue eyes sparkle so much was a mystery that still needed to be solved. An other mystery was, how Jervis always managed to hear him return even though he always tried to be as quiet as possible. "You are back" he heard the brits cheerful voice and could barely contain the fond smile that was about to creep onto his face. "Yes Hatter I am. I brought home money, a few errands and a copy of Alice in Wonderland for you" he said and it plopped into his mind, how he had never given gifts to anyone before. The book was stolen of course but it was a beautiful copy with illustrations of the characters and a gorgeous leather cover. As he handed the book to his...could he call Jervis a lover when he wasn't even honest about his feelings? Jervis was fond of expressing feelings and he had told Jonathan that he loved him of course. Still Jon had never said those words back and Jervis had just accepted that. Of course he loved Jervis. How could he not? He could see the man behind the obsession, behind the lunatic behaviour and he could see the fear of being left again. That was why Jervis held so tight. Right now, the small Brit was taking in the book and all of a sudden Jonathan was hugged tight. "Thank you March Hare. This is perfect. It is so pretty" he mused and Jonathan stroked his blonde hair. Jonathan had his long arms wrapped around the smaller man and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. A little squeal of joy went through Jervis and again the master of fear had to resist the urge of the stupidest little smile. The noises Jervis made were adorable. He had no idea how this little man had snatched his heart so completely. Jervis looked up and he couldn't resist. Jonathan took the mask he was still wearing off and put his hand under the other mans chin, lifting it to look into the gentle, blue eyes, filled with love. Then he kissed the other and for a change it wasn't a rushed kiss. it was a soft, almost heartbreakingly gentle kiss that made Jervis' eyes go wide. "I love you Jervis. I love coming home to you" the former psychologist whispered and Jervis just stared, couldn't believe his luck. "I love you too March Hare" he smiled and reluctantly let go to take the other mans hand to go have tea and apple pie with him. Life was good when even villains like them found their equal, Jonathan thought as they cuddled on a sofa, both with a book in their hands later that night and the small brit started to shift into sleep. Jervis was strange to others but it were the little things that made him so perfect to Jonathan. “March Hare I am so happy. No matter what happens, wherever you are, my personal wonderland is too” he heard a sleepy voice and his pale, cold fingers stroked Jervis’ forehead. “I know beloved. I know. I am your March Hare and you are my Hatter. May there be a thousand Alices. All that counts is us and that we are together”

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About the Houses

Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters. Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference. Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.

Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart. Ravenclaw is always asking why. Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.

Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.

Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky. Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary. Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.

Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil.

Break Stereotypes. Be Open-Minded.

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Requests

If you have requests for stories please feel free to ask. I rp too if you want that

I do:

 Batman: Hattercrow, Riddlecrow, Twiddler, Joker x Harley, Joker x Bats/Bruce Wayne, Jaydick, Dami x Dick, Sladin,

 Sherlock BBC  Johnlock, Mormor, Mystrade, Holmescest, Sherstrade, Johnstrade, Johnlockstrade, Sheriarty

 Marvel:  anything with Deadpool, Ironfrost, Thorki

Other general Fandoms: Torchwood, Dr. Who, Miraculous Ladybug, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Fantasy, Glee

Just feel free to ask. This post will be updated whenever I have something to add

#fanfic#hattercrow#twiddler#riddlecrow#batman#dick grayson#jervis tetch#jonathan crane#jaydick#joker#harley quinn#joker x harley#joker x batman#johnlock#mormor#mystrade#holmescest#sheriarty#got#dr. who#torchwood#johnlockstrade
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I am myself

So I want to tell a little story of how I came clear with myself and how I got rid of the thought that I exist to please people. I had this friend who even used to call me his "little sister" and claimed how precious I was to him all of the time. A really close best friend. That went well until I grew up and grew out of his constant drama and fuzz. One day he blocked me on his phone and cut me off from every opportunity to talk to him. I was so down because of it. After all he meant a lot to me. So I begged mutual friends to tell me what his problem was and they refused, claiming we need to talk about this. I kept begging and as soon as I decided it wasn't worth the trouble he went ahead and told me what his problem was. He said I was arrogant and also told me my fandom was hurtful to him and boring. I do understand that yes but asking me to not live my fandoms (meaning Hattercrow, Twiddler and all of my other "gay" fandoms) because he felt it could "damage" his precious little soul was stupid. He asked me to stop being my self in order to be friends with him so I didn't and I don't miss being shushed or frowned at for making a comment on how that one moment in a movie was hinting a relationship to me. I am me with all my flaws and edges. My real friends take crazy, goofy me just the way I am. I do miss the talks sometimes but when I do I remember what I would have to give up to have them and it all falls back into place. So please remember: People who want to change you to be your friends are not worth your time.

#frienship#being yourself#learning#my life#found myself#tips for life#learned the hard way
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Hattercrow~together

Jervis still didn’t know how he had ended here with Jonathan. His blue eyes were pinned on the street so deep under them that it seemed unreal. The sun was setting and it was one of the quiet moments they had. No running, no fighting and no false arrogance from Jonathan. The small blonde just enjoyed the city he lived in, drenched in an almost romantic light. He still had to watch what he said but it was easier after a while. Jonathan hat patterns he behaved in and by now the Hatter felt like every expression was the indicator for a special behaviour. Jervis Tetch was more then happy to be able to be with a person long enough to sense his moods and how to act. He could by now sense even the slightest changes. It was the taller mans voice that stopped his thoughts. “I can not believe that you are the one who sits here with me and the one who is able to make me calm down. I always thought it would be Edward who calms me down like that” the ex doctor said and Jervis pulled a face, looking up at the other. He hated it when Jon had to mention the Riddler. The scarecrow had been with Nygma for a long time and the red haired questionmark lover had left his March Hare for Two Face. Jonathan had slowly become the Hatters closest ally so calling him March Hare had just been logic. Jervis had doubted himself after realizing he was into males. Could he still call every person he found attractive Alice? Probably not. He had still not found an answer but Jonathan Crane was different. There could only be one March Hare and he was so special to the small brit. One could probably speak of love on Jervis behalf. Every time he saw or heard his ally the little blonde mans heart skipped a beat and being leaned against him, breathing his scent now was the best feeling he had been provided with in a l ong time. “I know Hare” he finally answered. “I can’t believe you chose me either. You are so perfect and tall and absolutely beautiful and I am…well I am old Jervis. Not special at all and not worthy of your precious feelings at all.” There were times when he didn’t even get how Jonathan could be with him and most times when Jonathan heard how much Jervis doubted himself he looked upset and told his companion exactly why. “See Jervis” he always called him Jervis when he talked that serious. “You raised me up with a smile and a tender word when I was down. I felt so unloved and you know how that is. You have been laughed at for your feelings of love so many times. I thought it was love when I was with Edward but I see I loved only parts of him. It is different with you. I see what others might call flaws and to me they just add to your perfection. Just…the way you smile and how your eyes grow so wide in disbelief of my words. I can almost read your thoughts as they could be mine too. You don’t know how anyone can love you but I do. I do so much that I can stand the tea parties. I can stand the moodswings but what I can’t stand is being separated from you.” Jonathan explained and it was such a strange thing for him to open up like this. Jervis realized that it indeed was love that changed the former doctor. Jervis was bright red after realizing that and then he leaned up and kissed the taller man, small hands in the back of his neck. “I love you too.” he simply whispered with tears in his eyes. He had never felt that loved and he would never let his March Hare go. They sat there in a unique embrace and Jervis closed his eyes just to be kissed again. He did not want the sun to set and he did not want Jonathan to go back to being so cold to him in front of everyone else. He knew he would have to stand it but it would be hard. “Please don’t mention Edward again. It makes me sad how you talk about him” Jervis whispered and Jonathan could not keep a grin off his face. “You are jealous Hatter” he said and Jervis felt embarrassment wash over him as he nodded. “Maybe yes.” he admitted and looked up out of his baby blue eyes. Jon took his hand and he looked down. How small his hands were compared to the taller mans but they fit perfectly. “You can be my Alice now okay?” the master of fear said and Jervis knew what he meant. It meant he was the only one and he was loved a lot. The brit nodded and again he felt like crying because he was so happy. “My Alice” Jonathan Crane whispered and Jervis leaned his head on his chest. Jonathan didn’t complain. The sun was setting and they would both get out there to make sure Gotham had one of the highest crime rates soon enough. Together. One word that had changed the scarecrows life forever.

——— So this is a piece I wrote on the way to work on the note function of my phone and now I just had to piece them together. It is short and fluffy but I hope the Hattercrow fans enjoy it despite Jonathans obvious ooc ness and my incapability of leaving Eddie out of this. I am not sorry. I am happy with this. There might be mistakes from piecing it together but they should not be too big

#hattercrow#scarecrow#jonathan crane#jervis tetch#fluff#fanfiction#batman#villains
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So I will start using Tumblr more. As kind of a diary I share with you. Now to introducing myself. English is not my first language but I try. I work in retail, am 23 and a female. I am a die hard Batman fan and I especially love Two Face, the Riddler and the Mad Hatter. I am an Introvert and sometimes overthinking situations is my biggest problem. I am a leo, meaning my friends and family are most important to me. Don’t mess with my friends, not ever or especially not with my online ones. I also write myself. Fanfictions and little own stories will be shared here as well as pictures I found and liked. Some of my main pairings are a quite unpopular. I love Hattercrow, Twiddler but also Riddlecrow. I am a Sladin fan and love Jaydick. Now I don’t want to make this too long. This is me so...have fun on my site

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About the Houses

Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters. Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference. Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.

Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart. Ravenclaw is always asking why. Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.

Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.

Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky. Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary. Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.

Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil.

Break Stereotypes. Be Open-Minded.

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Doctor Who TARDIS and Dalek nails I did for the 50th anniversary! Tutorial for both included. ^.^

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Love the idea and the tutorial

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