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I think Benjen Stark should not only be lord of almost Cailin but create a side branch as well. House Lupinstark

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Tom Mison could play a young version of Benjen Stark

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FIVE DURMSTRANG HEADCANONS

1. Located well north of the Arctic circle in the fjords of Norwary, Durmstrang castle would probably be better described as a fortress. The school looks small from the outside, but is built into the surrounding mountain and is largely underground. Because of its remote location and sub-levels, the castle does not get much natural light, but a natural hot spring keeps its lower levels warm and livable year-round. The dormitories are located on the lowest level, then the dining hall and other living spaces, with the classrooms on the ground floor. The above-ground rooms are constantly frigid during winter months, but this is said to keep students alert during lessons.

2. The environments surrounding the school are treacherous. Perched on a jutting hillside overlooking a lake, steep footpaths and avalanches are the least of residents’ worries. The local fauna is deadly: trolls live in the lake caves, lindworms live on the mountainsides, and a powerful nøkken lives in the icy recesses of the lake. Even though danger often befalls those who wander outside the walls of the school, most students brave the wilderness starting their first year in attendance, preferring it to the confined and spartan living space in the castle. Teachers encourage this even in the youngest students, but also flatly refuse to help those who are captured by magical creatures; “only the strong survive” is a common mantra.

3. Students attend the school for five years of study, usually beginning when they are thirteen or fourteen. Although it is rare, students may begin study at whatever age they are accepted to the Institute (the youngest student on record began at ten, the oldest at over twenty). After their second year at the school, they must choose a field to concentrate their study on. There are four options. The College of Healing is of the lowest prestige and teaches herbology, life magic, and healing. The College of Theory is next in the hierarchy, and teaches subjects focused on book-learning such as history, arithmancy, Latin, and the process of creating new spells. The College of Practice offers a curriculum that would be most familiar to Hogwarts students: charms, transfiguration, potions, alchemy, and defense. The most prestigious and exclusive option is the controversial College of Arcana, which teaches the dark, dangerous, and ancient arts. 

4. It is the only school to offer classes in more than one language. Though it is located in Norway, it accepts students from all over the world. General classes are taught primarily in Russian or German, though some small classes may be taught in students’ native languages if there is enough demand. Though students are encouraged to learn German or Russian, it is not academically required, and language barriers sometimes exist between students and faculty. Despite this, no one language has ever been elected as the standard, largely due to a centuries-long feud between the Theory professors (who favor Russian) and the Arcana professors (who favor German).

5. Race, gender, and blood purity politik is complicated at Durmstrang. Women are only allowed to specialize in healing or theory, and only pure-blood European students are permitted into the College of Arcana. Motions have been made to change these outdated rules in recent years, although any political progress is arduous and slow at Durmstrang, which covets its age-old traditions.

More HP head canons:

Hogwarts  Hufflepuff | Slytherin | Ravenclaw | Gryffindor

The Salem Witches’ Institute

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

Durmstrang Institute

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Jedben‘s Kids

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Ben approached Jed, who knelt down by the bag of explosives. “Jed. Can we talk?”

Jed kept his focus on the arsenal. “Can’t talk. Getting ready for the apocalypse that you started.”

The words stung but Ben remained composed. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“What did you think was going to happen when you freed your psycho dad?”

Ben took a step towards Jed. “I told you my reasons.”

Jed turned to him, glaring. “I know your reasons. It’s the reason why we’re here.”

Ben “Jed, please.”

“What do you want from me?” he said as he rose up to meet him face to face. “Huh? You expect us to go back to what it was before. You hurt my friends. You hurt me. We’re currently fighting for our lives and the world.”

“You’re right and I am sorry. This was going to happen either way.”

“But you wouldn’t have had a hand in it.” Jed pointed at him.

Ben looked down at the ground.

“If this was about us, you could have come to us. You could have come to me. I would have listened to you because I care about you.”

The words registered in his mind. “Care?”

Jed realized what he said. He turned away, silently cursing himself.

“You still care about me?”

Jed whipped back around. “Of course, I do, idiot. Why do you think I’m mad?”

Ben struggled to contain his urge to smile.

Jed ran his his fingers through his hair. “God, I was feeling so many things for the past few days. I was able to think straight and just focus on being mad at you but looking at you...makes it hard for me.”

Ben stepped forward. He took Jed’s face in his hands and crashed into his lips. Jed almost gave in but stopped himself, pushing Ben hard away. The demigod tumbled back but his gaze on Jed didn't waver. Silence and uncertainty hovered in the air around and between them. Jed panted hard, surprised by the kiss. His hands turned into fists as he tried to ignore the pull of temptation. 

“Damn,” Jed growled. He released his fists and reached for Ben. His left hand grabbed the back of his neck and drew his face back to resume. There was no resistance from either party. Their hands held onto each other tight. Their lips and tongues eagerly mingled with each other, hungry for the taste and touch.

All they felt and all that was unsaid spilled into their contact. All that Jed thought he should feel deteriorated. There was nothing but him and Ben now. Thoughts of impending doom and feelings of past anger melted in the heat of their hot blooded bodies.

The kiss ended but the embrace remained. Panting breaths escaped their swollen mouths. Ben looked at Jed. The werewolf’s face was softer, more welcoming. The smile that tugged at Ben earlier formed.

“I’m still mad at you,” Jed whispered.

Ben gave a small nod. “I know.”

Jed closed his eyes and leaned in. Their heads touched. Despite the future situation, they felt safe and secure with each other. The kiss dissolved the tensions, flooding their bodies with relief.

“When we survive this,” Ben said. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.” The corner of Jed’s mouth curled up. 

I had this idea after I saw the sneak peek last night. I might do a longer fanfiction since we're not getting any episodes till June 2nd

Hope you enjoyed this. Thank you. I might put a more edited version on my wattpad.

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For You, I Will (Ben x Jed/ Firewolf)

I wrote this a week before. I was waiting for my car to be inspected and wrote this. I'm just now sharing it.

Jed stood by the bonfire near the Old Mill. He eyed the hungry and leaping flames. He thought of Ben. Or his ancient alias, Prometheus. The Firebringer. The Bringer of Magic.

It had been a while since Lizzie returned with someone. Jen. Once known as Vulcan. Ben’s half sister. They had told of his escape and plan to raise their father, Ken, to bring his lost boyfriend back to life.

Jed balled up his fists at the memory of hearing those words. He ran his hands through his hair in a furious sweep. He didn’t want to believe it but Ben was not around.

How could I have been so stupid? Why did I think it could work?

They would part in the end. Ben was immortal and Jed would die. Still, he saw a future with him. Good and happy times together.

“Jed.”

The familiar voice made him turn around. Ben stood a few feet away. He was relieved to see him but the recent news stirred anger in his heart.

“Is it true? You woke your dad up.”

Ben hesitated but replied. “Yes.”

Jed progressed to him. His eyes flashed the yellow irises of the wolf inside of him.

Ben raised his hands in defense. “Listen to me. I can explain.”

“You’ve got five seconds before I pummel you,” he growled. “With your curse, I might just do it.”

“Jed, please.”

“You woke him up to bring your dead boyfriend?”

Jed was nearing to Ben but he stopped when Ben stopped. A look of shock and hurt graced the demigod’s face.

 “What? Is that what they told you?” 

“Is it true,” Jed’s voice cracked under anticipation.

“Jed, I woke my father to break my curse. To end my suffering.”

Jed didn’t respond.

Ben stepped toward Jed. “I loved Ash. I did and I lost him. Despite all I did, I lost him and suffered because of it. I didn’t want to go through that again. I did this because of you. For you.”

“For me,” whispered Jed.

“For us.” Ben took him by the shoulders. “You are my second chance and I’m not going to ruin it.”

Jed studied his face. He was telling the truth. He felt it.

“But your father, we’ll have to deal with him.”

Ben shook his head. “No. I woke him up. I’m in his favor. He won’t hurt you. Any of you. And if he tries, I will stop him.”

“No offense, but the last time you dealt with them-”

“That was the past. This is now.” He raised a hand to Jed’s face, cupping his cheek. “I will fight him. For you, I will.”

A relieved chuckle escaped Jed. He raised his hand to Ben’s neck and brought him in close for a kiss. The feelings of truth and hope acted like fuel to the passion they were experiencing.

Jed gazed in his eyes. “I missed you.”

Ben smiled. “I’m back,” he said before kissing him again.

Hope you enjoyed this. I might put this on my wattpad later. This is kind of a draft. We'll see.

If anyone is thinking it, yes, the title is inspired by Teddy Geiger's song

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Prove it (Jed x Ben)

Ben lay on the cot of the prison cell, staring at the ceiling. He could easily break out of the cell. It wouldn’t take long to bend and break the bars. He could find his father and acquire his boon.

But Jed.

Jed wouldn’t trust him again. He didn’t trust him right now. 

Ben closed his eyes.

“Why,” said a familiar voice. Ben opened his eyes. Jed was standing on the other side of the cell. His arms crossed. His face was a mix of anger and hurt.

Ben got up. “Why what?”

Jed uncrossed his arms and placed his left hand on the bar. “Why didn’t you come and tell us?”

“I was trying to break my curse and to that, I had to free my father. You would have stopped me.”

“You’re damn right,” he seethed. “I would have stopped you to keep us and you from getting hurt. You know what your father is like. Why would you risk it?”

“I would have been fine. The boon is that of divine oath. No god can break their promise.”

Jed didn’t answer. Ben stepped forward closer to the bars. To Jed. 

“I was trying to gain control over an inevitable situation. Your friend, the headmaster’s daughter, helped kidnap me with that woman,” he spat. 

Jed’s lips parted.

“She threatened to kill everyone here including you. They both wanted to raise my family for their own purposes. I was doing the same.”

A silence hung over the room.

“You could have come to me.” His lip quivered. ”You could have trusted me.”

“I do trust you.” He placed his hand near Jed’s. “I love you.”

Jed looked at their close proximity of their hands Ben’s fingers reached out and caressed his skin. He looked back at Ben. His blue eyes pleaded for forgiveness and understanding.

He shook his head and backed from the bars, yanking his hand away. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have hurt my friends.”

“Jed, please,” Ben pleaded, his voice breaking from emotion. “I know I screwed up but I can make it right. I love you. I would do anything to protect you. I’ll prove it to you.”

Jed could feel the tears rising. He blinked them away and left the room.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Ben yelled. His words echoed for a few seconds. He hoped Jed was still around to hear. His own eyes were swelling. He lost all he loved and felt pain worse than all mortals through the millennia. But this hurt more.  His heart ached and he gripped the iron bars for support. He closed his eyes, trying to quell his own tears but they escaped. Streaming down his cheeks. Falling and hitting the floor like rain from the sky.

“I’ll prove it to you,” he whispered. “If it’s the last thing I do.”

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Here is a Jed x Ben aesthetic I made hope you enjoy and if you want you can use it as long as you give me created

[netflixaddictedd]

Jed literally saw a hot guy, became friends with him and had his bi awakening because of said guy in less than 3 episodes, good for him.

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I need more fanfics of them, at the moment there are only two,

wattap called “Low-Key Love -Jed x Ben, and one on archive of our own “Our little secret“

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Okay but: Leo Mangieri as Regulus Black?! (I finally found him. He's perfect. I mean his name is Leo, for god's sake.😭🖤🖤)

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Genie of tumblr I summon you for a wish. I wish I can go to any universities/fandom I want, without consequence.

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Vikings prompt: could you write a fic where ppl find out that Athelstan was crucified? Hurt comfort fic, could be anyone or everyone... Floki, Bjorn, Helga, Torstein, Ragnar, Lagertha, etc.

(EVERYONE SHOULD HUG ATHELSTAN, this is pretty much half my commentary on this season of Vikings so far. Note: I am behind, I have not watched Athelstan’s presumable return to Scandinavia yet, so this is some nebulous point at which everyone is in Kattegat. You can ship pretty much whoever you please in this.)

Seeing Athelstan in his priest’s robes again makes Bjorn feel like a child, and it’s made only the worse by his mother and father being together. He keeps looking behind himself for Gyda as he walks.

That’s why it takes as long as it does, that first day, to see the way Athelstan pulls his sleeves over his hands. Bjorn looks, and he’s surprised to see scars, piercing through the palms. “What happened to you?” he asks, before he can stop himself.

Athelstan, sitting to the side of the hall and staring down at the arm ring on his wrist, startles. “What do you mean?”

“Those scars. They’re recent, they must have happened while you were in England. What happened?”

Athelstan rubs his hand. “I nearly died.”

Bjorn has learned, in his years gone, that sometimes he shouldn’t push. Instead, he puts his arm around Athelstan’s shoulders. “It’s good to have you in Kattegat. It didn’t seem the same without you.”

“Nor without you,” says Athelstan, and while he doesn’t lean into Bjorn’s friendly arm, he doesn’t pull away either.

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[theladyragnell]

Vikings prompt: could you write a fic where ppl find out that Athelstan was crucified? Hurt comfort fic, could be anyone or everyone... Floki, Bjorn, Helga, Torstein, Ragnar, Lagertha, etc.

(EVERYONE SHOULD HUG ATHELSTAN, this is pretty much half my commentary on this season of Vikings so far. Note: I am behind, I have not watched Athelstan’s presumable return to Scandinavia yet, so this is some nebulous point at which everyone is in Kattegat. You can ship pretty much whoever you please in this.)

Seeing Athelstan in his priest’s robes again makes Bjorn feel like a child, and it’s made only the worse by his mother and father being together. He keeps looking behind himself for Gyda as he walks.

That’s why it takes as long as it does, that first day, to see the way Athelstan pulls his sleeves over his hands. Bjorn looks, and he’s surprised to see scars, piercing through the palms. “What happened to you?” he asks, before he can stop himself.

Athelstan, sitting to the side of the hall and staring down at the arm ring on his wrist, startles. “What do you mean?”

“Those scars. They’re recent, they must have happened while you were in England. What happened?”

Athelstan rubs his hand. “I nearly died.”

Bjorn has learned, in his years gone, that sometimes he shouldn’t push. Instead, he puts his arm around Athelstan’s shoulders. “It’s good to have you in Kattegat. It didn’t seem the same without you.”

“Nor without you,” says Athelstan, and while he doesn’t lean into Bjorn’s friendly arm, he doesn’t pull away either.

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Ok so I saw this on Pinterest and I have a crazy theory about Jack the Ripper. What if the woman he killed all being prostitutes was just a coincidence. He killed them for a different reason and it just so happens that there all work under the same job. It could explain why they never caught him for there wasn’t a link to him and prostitution.

[welcometotheravenclawcommonroom]

AU where the hat knows that there’s a storm brewing on the horizon Harry’s first year, and is determined to be ready.

When “Granger, Hermione,” is called, Hermione’s logic catches up to her excitement and she realises that the sorting hat has been a part of this world for centuries and she’s only been in it for weeks, and that she wants to listen to what it has to say before asking to be placed in Gryffindor. And the hat looks, and the hat sees someone who’s always been on the outside, who has such thirst, such ambition, and who knows that she is capable of more. And thinks Slytherin immediately.

“Very well,” Hermione thinks. “Put me in Slytherin.

And the hat warns her that she is not choosing an easy path, that there is a reason that no muggleborn has gone to Slytherin since the time of Voldemort. It tells her that it is dangerous, and that he can put her in another house as he has done for those before her. But he looks into her mind and sees the force of her conviction.

“I’ve been facing racism my entire life,” she tells it. “Here I have the power to do something about it. Put me in Slytherin.”

“Very well,” the hat thinks, and announces her placement. And jaws drop and eyes widen in shock as this little black girl with eyes like a bronze warship and the bearing of a queen walks over to her table.

When “Potter, Harry,” is called, and the hat sees a child who has suffered, but is so powerful, more powerful than almost any child he has ever seen, if he could only believe what he is capable of. Powerful enough to do what is needed, even though it shouldn’t be his responsibility. And Harry is so nervous he tells the hat to put him anywhere. Put him anywhere, just let him stay.

“Very well,” the hat thinks, better be…

“SLYTHERIN” is the only sound before the hall is silent and shocked her again, as a shy little boy with black hair and tan skin who looks far too skinny and far too small stumbles over to the Slytherin table, trying his best to be as invisible as possible. And his big green eyes have a haunted look that says he’s seen too much for someone his age, and that looking back is not an option.

When McGonagall reads “Weasley, Ronald,” Ron is confused. An hour ago, he was sure he would go to Gryffindor, thought he knew the order of the world. But his new friend is in Slytherin and he’s too nice to be evil, and Ron questions what he thought were hard truths.

And the hat sees. Sees a boy who’s been overshadowed, who has so much ambition and so much longing to prove that he can be something. And he is something, something more. The hat can feel it in its very fibres. “You were made for Slytherin,” it tells him. “You have the mind of a general and the ability to face your worst fears and stand strong in the heat of battle.” And Ron thinks that sounds far too ominous, but all he knows is that his new friend is in Slytherin, the only friend he’s ever had that respected him like an equal and looked at him like he was Ron and not Just Another Weasley. And he makes up his mind.

“Okay,” he tells the hat. Aware that he is breaking away from centuries of Weasley tradition. But isn’t that what he wanted- to be noticed?

“SLYTHERIN,” the hat calls, just as the students think that they cannot possibly be more surprised.

And the gangly redhead that slinks awkwardly to the table in green, away from all his brothers, doesn’t look like much, seems to the casual eye entirely unimpressive. But there is a look in his eyes that says he is strong, he is capable, he is loyal without fault if only he can find someone who is worthy to stand by him. There is power there, there is more.

And nobody knows quite what happened, but everybody can sense things will never quite be the same.

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The Golden Trio is now The Silver Trio

[deuvaodechinita]

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Hottie

[you-tolkien-to-me]

Supernatural/Umbrella Academy Imagine:

Imagine having Klaus’s powers and helping the Winchester squad.

Power: Ability to contact the dead.

This superpower causes the dead to manifest around you and talk to you, still carrying the wounds that killed them, which was understandably traumatic for you as a young kid.

To make matters worse, Your father pushed you to use your powers, at one point locking you up in a mausoleum all night to try and cure you of your fear of the dead.

Can see the dead.

Can talk to them.

Can touch them at some point.

Can use their powers when you can.

Examples of power —-> (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!) (Click me!)

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I don’t own anything but the imagine part. :P