the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy is presents a romance-style female-focused fantasy adventure, which is rare for blockbuster movies.
– you are Keira Knightley, the high-spirited and ever so slightly spoiled child of a doting father who happens to be the governor
– every man in the world is crazy about you, from the dashing naval officer who asks for your hand in marriage to the handsome young blacksmith’s apprentice who you met as a child and feel a strong bond with to the devilish pirate lord who saves your life and flirts with you shamelessly and you make out with him once but it’s for a good cause
– you have two weddings, one where you femme it up and then it turns all emo when it rains on your wedding day and the groom is dragged off in chains by another guy who secretly has the hots for you and then you have a second wedding where you dress as a man because you’re the pirate king now and you exchange custom vows and witty banter during a sword fight with zombies
So there’s this filler Tsukuyomi ep where in Jiraiya’s story, Itachi throws a crow clone in front of Sasuke’s attack on someone to make it look like he’s dead and awaken Sasuke’s Mangekyo and it just…
makes me imagine some really hilariously awful Uchiha parents trying all manner of stunts to awaken the Sharingan, like how some directors used to tell child actors terrible things so they’d cry more authentically.
Like “sorry Keiko your dog is deeeeeeeaaaaaaaadddddd it was awfullllll oh hey nice Sharingan psych here’s your dog”
Uchiha kids telling stories to each other about how they got their Sharingan. “Mum pretended my dog was dead.“ “That’s nothing, I tackled my grandma for a hug and she pretended to have a heart attack, I thought I’d killed her.”
All the emotion, no actual corpses! For when you want results and don’t mind scarring your kids’ minds a bit along the way.
In every world, it’s Maria who taught her son how to smile, intentionally or not.
Bright, sharp, and vicious. Bright, sharp, and mean, a declaration of war and when had people forgotten that smiles were only so many bared teeth, really?
Maria smiled at the people who visited the mansion looking for her husband, smiled at Howard when he was drunk, smiled at the world who was constantly trying to find the tiniest crack. It was a brilliant smile, edged with just the barest hint of menace, backed by a spine of steel and nerves to match.
What the world never knew was this: the Merchant of Death had his mother’s smile.
Headcanon that an outraged 6-year-old Charlie Weasley writes to an elderly Newt Scamander wanting to know why Gringotts keeps a dragon locked up underground and begging him to fix it. Newt writes back saying that sadly he’s been fighting that fight for years and no one ever wants to listen to him because the powerful families whose money is being kept safe by the dragon always shut him down, and that Charlie is the first person he’s heard of who’s as angry as he is about it. Charlie decides that day to dedicate his life to finding out everything he can about dragons so that one day he can free the poor Gringotts dragon. After the war, when they hear that Harry, Ron and Hermione freed the dragon, they celebrate and immediately begin petitioning to have it made illegal to imprison dragons so that nothing like that ever happens again. It’s only when Hermione becomes Minister that it’s finally signed into law.
This is the best Harry Potter headcanon I’ve ever seen
yes yes yes
Just imagine how that conversation would go though, like Charlie’s been learning about dragons his whole life, studying them, learning about the laws surrounding them, practising the jailbreak of dragons by smuggling one out of Hogwarts, preparing for the moment when, one day, he can free the Ukrainian Ironbelly from Gringotts.
And Ron’s like “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it—we broke into Gringotts and used him as our get-away vehicle. He’s just chilling in the wilds somewhere now so, yeah. Job done.”
I want an AU where Ron, completely convinced that he’s overshadowed by all his brothers and will never be as remarkable or as well-recognised as any of them, just accidentally achieves all of their major life goals without noticing. They’re all super jealous and think of him as The Golden Brother and he’s completely clueless.
I’m not sure this is an AU to be honest. I mean:
Bill Weasley: Curse-breaker, works for Gringotts breaking into cursed tombs and distributing valuables to heirs. Ron Weasley both broke into Gringotts itself and destroyed the ultimate cursed object, a Horcrux. Check.
Charlie Weasley: Aforementioned dragon stuff. Check.
Percy Weasley: Social climber, status seeker, desperate for attention and approval from his superiors. Ron: Literally married to the actual Minister of Magic. Check.
Someone else add on to this with Weasley-twin eclipsing stunts and hijinks, I’m sure there are some but my brain isn’t thinking of them right now.
it’s a good thing denethor died when he did. he narrowly avoided getting his ass kicked by his daughter-in-law, who would doubtless be steamed on behalf of her kind-hearted husband over the crappy parenting he received.
I’m now picturing Eowyn dangling Denethor upside-down over the edge of the walls of Minas Tirith and yelling “I SAID APOLOGIZE”
y’know i lowkey headcanon that killmonger didnt really believe wakanda existed until the night his dad was killed. just hear me out.
erik’s a smart kid, and he’s around the age when kids start doubting the stories their parents tell them. things like santa claus and the easter bunny, they start realizing that’s stuff their parents say to make the world feel more wonderful and magical.
so imagine little erik listening to his dad telling him about a secret african nation where eating a glowing flower gives you superpowers, people can fly around in invisible planes, and the king dresses up like a cat to fight bad guys. it’s a country where erik’s a prince and his uncle is a king. a country that every encyclopedia says is third world, pretty much only exports sheep, and has problems with poachers sneaking in to hunt rhino. so a kid like erik might start thinking, okay so this is probably another story my dad made up.
and then one day he looks up from a pick up game of basketball and sees a plane turn invisible and fly away. little erik just beginning to believe that maybe his dad had been telling the truth the whole time. maybe this fairytale country really does exist. so he runs up the stairs to ask his dad about it, maybe hoping to see someone wearing clothes made out of magical meteorite metal.
but instead, he finds his dad alone and dying in the middle of their living room. and he’s got claw marks in his stomach like an animal had attacked him. or someone with claws like one. and that’s the moment he believed without a doubt that wakanda was real.
wupacing 