Frozen+Maleficent by Steve99
At the end of Frozen, I had a lot of conflictive feelings. However, I was sure of something: once Elsa felt loved and accepted by her sister and her people, Arendelle Kingdom become totally unbeatable.
She accidentally brought eternal winter to a entery country, she was able to build an ice castle, she create intelligent and sentient snowmen without training or experience! Elsa is a person perfectly captable to bringht down a entery army by herself.
So, if someone is stupid enough to attack Arendelle, I can totally imagine her dressed like this, riding alone against the invaders to save her kingdom
Hamana…haaaaaa oh my god *melts*
ok but a slytherin student from some hoity-toity pureblood family becoming ridiculously infatuated with muggle culture
and they just approach some muggleborn gryffindor who’s immediately on guard and waiting for some kind of insult but then the pureblood pulls a fucking nokia flip phone out of their robes and says “ALRIGHT, HOW DO YOU GET THIS TO WORK. I’VE BEEN PRESSING ON THE BUTTONS FOR THE PAST HOUR AND IT HASN’T DONE ANYTHING”
(it needs to be charged)
So, this is basically like The Dresden Files, but told from Sam and Dean’s POV?
Because that’s the only thing that I’m getting out of this.
when you think your cramps are finished but then
When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels
#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)
When my mom gives me the phone to talk to my relatives