Power Rangers Ninja Storm: The Wild Wipeout

the black cousins

all the hidden meanings!

colors:

red is the color of sirius’ shirt, narcissa’s lips and regulus’ pocket handkerchief. red represents how they rebelled against their family (sirius ran away and was openly against their morals, narcissa lied to voldemort and basically helped defeating him w her words, regulus turned against voldemort at the last moment, dying for his cause)

narcissa and andromeda are the only ones not wearing black, and they’re the only survivors in this picture.

clothes and accessories:

andromeda is wearing a white dress that resembles a bride’s dress, because she ran away to marry ted. her and sirius’s clothes are also less restricting than regulus and narcissa’s, because unlike their younger siblings they got their freedom.

andromeda, like her cousins, is wearing silver jewelry, aside from a gold ring (her engagement ring), and with her hand she’s covering a family pendant (she chose love over her family). regulus is wearing a pin that looks like salazar’s locket.

poses and such:

andromeda isn’t looking at the camera because she was the first to “look away from her family”, and sirius is looking at her because he would soon follow in her footsteps (andy also has a hand on his shoulder to further represent her influence on him). similarly, bellatrix (who is the only one smiling) is keeping an hand on narcissa so she wouldn’t leave. narcissa has a hand clenched in a fist, covered by her left, (as a way to hide her defiance).

ok i think this is all but i’m not sure lmao xx

hope you like it ^^

Barty wanted to join the trend 🖤

*walks out of the homoerotic friendship covered in blood and wounds* you should see the other guy

Hey Christine, would you recommend some foud family fanfics? I really need some comfort right now. I appreciate the help ❤️

Aren't they ALL found family fics?!? Maybe it's just me 🤷🏻‍♀️ Try this tag and this one. Also this fic and this fic. Oooh, this one too.

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“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

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“Lie.”

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Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

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or

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Liam: I apologize for attacking and nearly killing you on the full moon. That was wrong of me.

Scott: It happens.

Stiles: I mean... does it, though?

stiles and reader being such close friends that they constantly barge in on each other while they're taking a shower or literally peeing and scott is like "????? you both are so weird."

arg i love this but i do have to give creds to @ddejavvu for writing something extremely similar with james x r !! please go give them a read, they're a favorite little mini-series of mine :))

another late night shift at the hospital and you're hauling up the next basket of laundry from the washing machine that's in need of replacement, the dryer beside it shaking and rumbling against the back wall its shoved up against. the cracked plastic of the laundry basket burrows into the flesh of your hip as you trudge up the steps, eyes weary and worn from textbooks that hold foreign tongues of chemistry and history. "scott! laundry!" you bellow in your passing of his room, footsteps still heavy when you continue along the hallway in search of the bathroom.

thick rolls of steam tendril through the open crack, and you nudge open the door with a sock-clad toe, announcing your arrival with a fatigued "hey stiles."

the metal rings screech against their bar as the shower curtain gets yanked back, stiles' head peeking out from the right. brown curls mat against his forehead, mole-specked cheeks slick with water. "hey," he coughs with cratering dimples. "back from the library?"

you nod, grabbing your toothbrush from the holster balancing on the porcelain edge of the sink. "yeah, mr. harris is on my ass again," you huff, shoving the bristles into your mouth as stiles shuts the water off. "damn alkynes."

a single hand carries the weight of the towel over stiles' junk as he steps out of the tub, and you lean back against the sink, frowning around the toothbrush. "they're simple once you get 'em," he huffs, leaning over to use the end of the towel to dry out his growing hair. "no biggie. you bring your textbook back home?"

you nod, eyes drifting over to the open bathroom door as your brother lolls by, in search of his own toothbrush. "i interrupting something?" he scoffs, reaching around you and jostling you in the effort.

you catch your weight with another scowl, toothpaste bubbling up around the corners of your lips. "fuck you, scott." you gripe, and stiles reaches over to smear away the minty paste.

he suckles the thumb back into his own mouth, and you and scott both scowl, and you go so far as to jab at his bare shin with a swift kick. "you're gross." you spit the glob into the basin, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. "and i can see your dick. go get dressed so you can teach me alkynes."

This is my plea for more Thiam v. Pack angst fics !

if we are using the jeep metaphor for their love. why was Lydias dream about a car crash, why was their love a car crash that ended in his death, and stereks love one that broke down sometimes but never stoped running, it always ran a little funny, but would always be fixed when Derek put in a little effort

if she your girl then why is she practicing telakanesis with me 

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Am i the only one that crys every time that they read/see the part where Fred dies in harry potter. Because i have read spin offs for like fan-fic stuff and every time i cry like a little baby for at least 30 minutes.