“Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation but you fortunate in your ignorance. You who have suffered find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.”

Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Korkidas

anonymous asked:

GOM + Nijimura For whatever reason they end up carrying their s/o,who has fallen asleep, to their bed and tuck them in

Kise: It was no secret that spending a full evening at a karaoke bar singing and dancing was tiring, but falling asleep was something new. Kise noticed your tiredness right away, the way you fumbled with your limbs and the look you had were suspicious, but he brushed it off, if you rested a bit, you would be in top condition again. “__-cchi, let’s sit down, you seem a bit exhausted.” Truth be told, you liked the idea, but your boyfriend's delight was your priority. "But the song is really good and I don’t want you to sit around since I know how much you are enjoying this.“ Your pout and tired gaze and stubborness were so cute, he could barely handle it. But, as the gentleman he is, he would always put you first as to not push beyond your limits. “I’m enjoying spending time with you __-cchi, I enjoy you, nothing else matters when we’re together.” His hand found yours and he led the way through people to your seat. “But if one of our songs comes around, I’m gonna jump on that stage.” “Do you think I will stay still? Someone has to protect you __-cchi.” And so chatter turned to laugh and then into silence, comfortable silence. He loved holding you like this, his arms wrapped around your shoulder and your head in the crook of his neck. He thought just how perfect this moment was, when he heard one of the guests of the bar singing your song. Heaven seems to have noticed his prayers. “__-cchi! Our so-” Just when he thought it couldn’t get better, fate had another ace up its sleeve. You were asleep, a small smile gracing your features. “Sweet dreams, __-cchi.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and carefully moved, not to wake you up, and picked you up princess style. Once the two of you arrived at your home, he gently placed you on your bed and covered you with your favourite blanket, watching your peaceful expression with a sincere smile, another wave of emotions hitting him, not believing his luck.

Akashi: Stargazing with you was on his wish list for quite some time. The sky was clear, countless stars making it only more unforgettable. The yard of his mansion was more than enough for you, tho he insisted to take you somewhere else. The sole thought that you were together on a blanket, surrounded by nothing else than nature, holding hands and talking about everything filled your heart with more joy than anything bought with money. The fresh air, the shining of the moon, the sound of your voices - a dream that came true. You looked up to the sky and then to his face, paler than usual, and a smile formed itself on your lips. “What is it? Do I have some tiny insect on my head?“ Even though his humor wasn’t the best, he never failed to make you laugh, and that is important. “Well, to be honest, if an elephant was here, I wouldn’t notice.” Your laugh was what made him feel alive, it was the sweetest sound his ears ever got permission to hear. “Thank you, Seijuro. I love you.” These words slipped from your lips with such ease that he forgot about all the pain his heart had to conquer, a heartfelt ‘thank you’ from you meant the world to him. “No , my love, I am the one who needs to thank you. I love you so much, __.” You could his heart beat faster, as your head was on his chest, it was the ideal lullaby for you. Akashi enjoyed the silence, it was so intimate and yet so innocent. He never expected you to fall asleep, but it was nonetheless a pleasant surprise. He lifted your head carefully and wrapped his arms around your shoulder and knees, letting you rest on his chest again. You had your own room at Akashi’s place, but he didn’t want to disappoint you with not being by your side when you wake up. Slowly he positioned you in his bed, and tip-toed to the other side, as not to make any noise. Both his arm and a sheet were wrapped around your sleeping figure, protecting you from the cold and darkness. One last whisper separated him from joining you in the land of dreams. “I love you, __.”

Midorima: Bless the man who thought about putting comfortable couches in libraries. Another peaceful study/reading date, the silent atmosphere made Midorima’s nerves relax. You loved seeing him like that, fully concentrated, but not frowning like usual. You finished your book half an hour ago, but haven’t spoken since starting the session. You didn’t want to disturb him, you gave him all the space and time he needed. When you stood up to return the book to its place, Midorima reached out to you. “I’m sorry Shintarou, I didn’t mean to disrupt your reading. What is it?” “Why didn’t you say you were finished?” “It’s okay, I enjoyed waiting, I thought about the whole story and I could watch you.“ There was that giggle again, the one that could melt ice and also him. "Y-You can watch me whenever you want, nanodayo.” You moved a finger to his lips. “Stop right there, I don’t want any scolding, it’s okay because when I return I will sit next to you and cuddle with you while you finish that book, then we both are happy and satisfied. How does that sound?” “W-We can go now, you don’t have to wait, nano-” You wouldn’t let him finish that sentence because it war pure nonsense. Your lips pressed firmly against his own should be enough to dispose of his guilt. “See you in a bit, Shin-chan.” Another hour passed, your frame gently leaning on his, the only sounds - your even breathing and the noise of pages being turned. “__, we can g-” The instant he saw your face, his cheeks became a pallete of red. He had to bring you home, but how? Waking you up was an option, but he really didn’t want to; carrying you all the way could wake you up and seem strange. Just when he thought he had to wake up, it hit him, of course, Takao was the answer! After an awkward call, Takao showed up with the rickshaw in front of the library. “Need help, Shin-chan?” “Just don’t talk, Takao.” “Haha, okay, but only because __-chan is asleep.” When the three of you got to your house, Midorima picked you up bridal style and apologized for late intrusion, hoping your parents wouldn’t think badly of him. Once he passed them, he laid you on your bed and covered you, making sure no part of your body would be cold during night. He managed to mutter out a whispery “good night” before almost tripping in your room.

Aomine: Having a basketball date with Aomine was nothing unfamiliar to you, you even started to like it. His smile was definitely worth the sweat. “Come on __, are you kidding me? We just came here and you are already slacking off.” His ‘just came here’ was an hour in normal people time. “Oh shut up, if we were doing Maths, you would have quitted ages ago.” Instead of answering you, he stole the ball from you and held it above your head. “Oi, give it back Ahomine!” “Your dribbling was worse than Bakagami’s, I couldn’t bear to watch it.” He should thank God that you already fell for his teasing grin, otherwise it wouldn’t have been pretty. “Alright, then we make a little break!” Your speed gave off another impression. “You little liar, you can't play with me, but you can sprint to the bench?!“ "I have  always energy for resting.” Aomine rolled his eyes but eventually joined you on the bench. “It’s getting late, __. Want me to walk you home?” “Hnnn.” “What was that?” Your words became muffled sounds because your face was burried in his toned arm. A slight blush creeped up on his cheeks, you were way too cute in that state. “I think you don’t need to answer that.” He picked you up and carried you piggyback. After greeting your parents, he moved on to your room. He knelt so he could untangle your limbs. After finally succeeding, he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, still kneeling beside your sleeping self. “I forgive you for being tired, it sure as hell isn’t easy to be so damn beautiful.“ 


what if the arbiter is a permanent position? What if Ezekiel now has to be the arbiter for ANY magical dispute that should involve the library at any time in the future?

He has a thirst to prove himself to the others, and he’s not necessarily knowledgeable in the arts and sciences like they are … 

but he’s clever, and he’s been dodging the law his whole life so he knows how to work around rules and regulations, and what if he were to decide if he’s going to have to do this thing, he’s going to do it right

so Eve finds him asleep in Jenkins’ room atop a pile of ancient faerie legal manuscripts, Jake thinks he’s messing about among the exhibits but really he’s learning all of their archiving details and dates and codes, Cassandra suddenly sees a rainbow of colors and glances behind her to find Ezekiel mumbling long numbers representing magical rulings over the past few thousand years… 

and the next time the Council convenes, Jenkins’ mouth is slightly agape as this cocky little thief argues circles around Dulaque, making use of every possible loophole and twisting the entire conversation to his advantage

just IMAGINE arbiter ezekiel if he decided to really learn about it

jim moriarty headcanons, go!
  • uses too many emojis and in the wrong situations
  • memes. all the memes.
  • walks around the house wrapped in a blanket because it’s cold but he doesn’t want to put on pants
  • will stick his cold toes against sherlock’s bare leg just to laugh as the detective scrambles to the other side of the couch
  • vague tweeter. tweets very odd and sometimes cryptic things
  • loves fish (loves watching them at the aquarium, loves reading about them)
  • breaks into observatories just to picnic and look at the stars (loser)
  • sighs a lot
  • has a cabinet full of medication but it doesn’t help
  • it never helps
  • major sweet tooth
  • refuses to watch sad movies
  • watches trashy conspiracy shows instead and calls up sherlock at 2 in the morning to rant about aliens
  • when sherlock comes over, it’s always with a cheesecake
  • jim doesn’t cry, he stares into space
  • still has glow in the dark stars from his childhood (still sticks them to his ceiling)
  • his books are full of scribbles and annotated, penciled in questions and corrections
  • coaxes sherlock to watch carl sagan’s cosmos with him and curls up next to the detective
  • sherlock watches jim’s face light up and allows jim to force his “space propaganda” on him for once (for always)
  • irene is the only one who can pull him from his bed when he’s in a bad state
  • she takes him to museums and plots to steal artwork until he smiles
  • he sends cat pictures to irene mostly of random cats he sees on the streets
  • she sends back silly jokes and coaxes him to go see movies with her

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He’s a Keeper

CS AU Week Day 5: Crossover

We’re goin Harry Potter with today’s installment for AU Week and it was a hell of a lot of fun. 

Summary: Emma didn’t know what came over her, but his team won, Slytherin was out of the running, she was excited, and she was kissing him. And it was better than she ever imagined it would be.

Length: 2,357 words

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Killian Jones’ jaw dropped when he first laid eyes on the ceiling of the Great Hall. It was dark blue and dotted with stars, the same as the sky he had been staring at as he and the rest of the first years crossed the lake. Caught up in the beauty of it all, Killian nearly walked into the boy in front of him when the mob of first years came to a halt before the daïs, the professor’s table, and a stool with a ratty looking hat sitting on top of it.

Professor McGonagall called for silence and began calling out names.

“Arendelle, Elsa,” was the first, a blonde girl who was sorted into Ravenclaw. Next was Blanchard, Mary Margaret, who became a Hufflepuff. One Gryffindor and one Ravenclaw later, two boys in a row were sorted into Slytherin: Booth, August and Cassidy, Neal.

Killian watched as his classmates were sorted, until-

“Jones, Killian,” McGonagall called his name.

Nervously, Killian made his way up to the stool and did just as his classmates had done before him, the large hat nearly covering up his nose once it was on his head.

Hardly ten seconds later, the hat had made a decision.


Killian grinned and was quick to return the hat to McGonagall and even quicker to hurry over to the Hufflepuff table, where his new housemates were cheering for him and where Mary Margaret and another first year, a boy whose name Killian couldn’t remember, were saving seats for their potential housemates.

Craning his neck, Killian looked over at the Gryffindor table, looking for one face in particular. It took a little while, but finally Killian spotted Liam, his older brother (older by two years). Liam apparently had been looking for Killian too, and the brothers locked eyes across the room. Liam was grinning widely and proudly and gave Killian a huge thumbs up that he laughed at. His brother was a dork. Liam got distracted, though, when a new Gryffindor was sorted: Nolan, David.

“Nolan, Emma,” McGonagall called out exactly one year later. Killian watched as David’s little sister jammed the hat upon her head and he glanced over at his best friend, seated at the Gryffindor table. Killian shook his head at him. He had met Dave’s family when he visited them that summer and the boy was stupid if he thought his sister would go anywhere but-


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