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Based on descriptions in tvtropes.com, of course.

Castiel from Supernatural as Actually, I Am Him: Odysseus as a Tramp


Severus Snape and Lily Potter from Harry Potter as Achilles' Heel


Cassandra from The Librarians as Cassandra: Truth

This was fun: to do a picspam/mood board for a show/fandom using only stock images, and avoid even location shots. Hope these qualify. See if you can guess...

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The challenge at allthingsfandom is to have a favorite pair throw a holiday party. So here you have it--Abbie Mills and Ichabod Crane, holiday party in their own special way! Click the pics for bigger!


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Clyde, the tortoise who graces our screens sometimes in Elementary.
Lives with Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson in a brownstone in Brooklyn
Yet disappears for large stretches of time, leaving us to worry and wonder
Does he fend for himself, how does he survive?
Even a turtle needs love, attention, and food. Such as lettuce. Clyde loves lettuce.

True, when he does show up, his appearance is striking
He may bring a missive to Joan
Edging up her bedspread as she sleeps,

Toting a postit with a morning message
Or acting as an ambulance puttering among Sherlock's locks
Rolling over on his back, for as long as he likes
To mimic a paperweight
Or even painting, by his own volition
If Sherlock is to be believed, but to Joan's dismay
Still, we know Clyde would only do what Clyde wants
Even it's a puzzle to mere humans.


"Sherlock! Sherlock, for heaven's sake. I found Clyde in the shower. AFTER I'd turned on the water." A dripping wet Joan, wrapped in a towel, strode into the kitchen proferring a tortoise in front of her. "It's a hazard! To him as well as me!" Quite gently considering the circumstances, she placed the tortoise, seemingly placid except for front legs waving, on the table in front of Sherlock, who was peering into a microscope and apparently heeding no mind. "I don't know whether to be upset that he seems to have the run of the house, or concerned that he is being neglected. It's ridiculous!" Joan paced the kitchen behind the seated man, waving her free hand around whilt the other clutched the towel. "Sherlock! Are you listening?"

Sherlock turned his head to look at her. "Watson. I fail to grasp the controversy. Clyde is clearly thriving, and both appreciates the freedoms, as well as being impervious to the dangers, of life in the Brownstone. Not unlike you and I, am I correct?" He stared for a moment, blinked his eyes, and turned slowly back to the microscope--looking not unlike a tortoise himself, Joan couldn't help noticing, as she spun around and went back to finish her shower. (210 words)

The challenge at lands_of_magic is to cast some characters in magical fandoms...so here you go!
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The challenge at gameofcards is to do art/writing on the theme of playing cards. Up first: The Ace. Like the Tarot they are based on, "regular" playing cards have meanings given certain schools of thought. I started with this one, Cards of Life, that associates each card with certain birthdates, and certain life qualities.

So, first, a Tumblr graphic with the qualities, then a picspam of various individuals born on the key dates. You tell me if (1) you can identify the individuals; and (2) whether they fit the qualities! [Scan around at the link for the names if you want; you can also look up your own birthdate there!]

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We got a lot of inspirational prompts for this challenge at tv_universe, but the one that got me was to pick a song for our inspiration. I've been lately obsessed with a kids' album that we grew up with--and recently dusted off for our nephews--Through Children's Eyes by the Limeliters. (And here at Amazon. Read the comments!) I especially love Morningtown Ride, written by the amazing Malvina Reynolds, and the imagery of singing a kid to sleep with the idea of getting on a rockin', rollin', ridin' train "bound for Morningtown, many miles away." To connect it to something TV-related, well of course, I went with Glee.( Here! )