ok imagine finn going on a mission, he has to go to a bar or some place and they’ll only allow him in if he gives his full name, and so when asked to give his last name he falters for a bit and just says, “dameron… the name is finn dameron”
pls also imagine finn confiding in rey that be did that, all super nervous like “what if poe finds out was that a good idea am i okay” because of course rey who has lived in the desert with no family would Know These Things, and rey immediately being like “that’s a GREAT idea!!!” and doing it too
and then at some point someone runs into all three of them like “ah yes, the damerons” and poes like “….. OKAY!!!” bc tbh he’d be So Happy
My kind of headcanons right here 😀
I’m reading up on chocolate frog cards in the Harry Potter universe, for reasons, and-
“Came up with the ever changing floor plan.”
Really, Ravenclaw? Really?
“You know what this school needs? To not make any sense-”
“Rowena, I don’t think-”
“Exactly, you don’t think. I’m brilliant and this is perfect. Moving staircases, walls that think they’re doors-”
“But how will the students get to class?”
“They’ll have to figure it out.”
“…”
“Everyday. They will figure it out everyday. My students will live in a tower and navigate these stairs every time.”
“The stairs move! This doesn’t seem safe…I think I’ll put my common room in the basement, Rowena.”
“Ditto. I think the dungeons would be safer…”
“…My kids will brave these stairs. I’ll take the other tower.”
#Rowena snipes that ‘cunning’ means Salazar’s students should be able to handle the moving architecture#Salazar snipes back that ‘cunning’ means knowing when and how to avoid unnecessary bullshit#meanwhile Godric is just yelling PARKOUR! and Rowena is all That’s Not What I Meant#Helga would like her students to make it to class on time and without any broken bones#ninety percent of the reliable secret passages were a team effort by Helga and one of the others#to make sure the house elves could get around all right (via @mzminola)
What I love about this episode: Because it’s Sherlock’s dream, Sherlock becomes the person writing the story – it’s his dream, his perception, his subconscious. Except no, he reminds us that John’s the writer, John’s the storyteller, John controls the world’s perception of the two of them.
So there’s a constant reminder of the ambiguity of Sherlock himself: the man in John’s story, vs. the man John really knows. Are we getting John’s story, or Sherlock’s dream? Maybe someone is dreaming, or maybe someone is writing – John narrates the beginning, after all. Which is the real Sherlock: the deerstalker-wearing icon in John’s stories, or the hallucinating drug addict?
Well, both of them are the real Sherlock. Because, as the last shot tells us, 1895 Sherlock is in Baker Street, which fades right into modern-day Baker Street. Both can exist at the same time.
Because EVERY version of Sherlock is equally real. And equally unreal.