can't stop re watching and thinking about it

He watches them with a crooked smile.

They’re dancing.

No, dancing isn’t the right word. It’s more like swaying, more like stepping in tune to each other, a slow, careless thing that’s completely oblivious to the hum of music or the couples around them.

The Shadowhunter is tall. His arms wrap around Magnus’ neck, hands twisted into his hair, stroking at the strands with a lover’s touch. Despite his runes, despite the straight line of his back, it is easy to forget what he is when he looks into Magnus’ eyes with a happiness that’s close to awe.

And Magnus. Magnus, with his forehead pressed to his husband’s, his fingers curled into a golden jacket, radiating joy of the sort mundanes write legends about, the sort Magnus had told himself he’d never have, the sort he’d done everything in his power to fight for.

It’s sweet. Cloyingly sweet. The way they see nothing but each other, the way they’re so in love… it’s like a spoonful of treacle coating his nonexistent tongue. He rolls his eyes when he sees Magnus laugh, face scrunched up in delight… dear god, he has pink in his hair again…

And then Magnus stops. His laugh stutters to a halt, expression freezing the instant they make eye contact. He looks shocked, like this is the last thing in the world he expected to see on his wedding day.

Ragnor smiles. My friend, he thinks fondly, watching as Magnus starts to pull away from his Shadowhunter, still staring intently, brown flickering to gold. How could I keep away on a day like this?

He raises his hand, waving his fingers in a little greeting, and shakes his head. Go back, he says in his head. Go back, and enjoy today.

And before Magnus can say anything, before he can draw closer, Ragnor feels the echoes of his consciousness twist into smoke, fading with a gentle sigh. By the next breath, he’s gone, the already invisible disappearing into Magnus’ beaming smile.

After some time to re-watch Who Killed Markiplier and really think about it, I wished we’d gotten a bit more time with Celine. That way we could get more attached to her like we did Damien and The Colonel, or at least gotten to know her a little more. Unless… the focus was supposed to be on Damien and the Colonel because Damien is the main one in control of Dark even though Celine is probably where he gets his power from? (And the Colonel of course was Warfstache.)

  • Draco (to Hermione): Yeah. So, I still like you. And I know I shouldn't. I don't want to. My parents don't approve of you and you're not that nice to me and you're weird. And I tell myself to stop thinking about you, but every time you show up, it's like BOOM, feelings.

619947  asked:

Hey! I'm fostering a cat and his behavior seems unpredictable, and I'm not sure how to work on it. He is mostly independent and shows when he wants attention but once I start petting him, within 30 seconds he will try to bite me or swat at me. I don't think it's sensitivity, bc he does it when I'm just near him. I don't think it's him trying to play with me either, so I can't really redirect his energy to toys (I've tried). Do you have any ideas on what this could be or how to work with it?

I’d suggest being hypersensitive about watching your behavior and his for a while and see if you can figure out any correlations between when he goes after you and what is going on at the time. I’d also starting doing consent-based interactions - focus on stopping after a few seconds of petting and letting him re-initiate - to see if he’ll show you how he wants to be touched. 

22tops  asked:

Please help me Louis as Beyonce and Harry as Jayz re-enacting drunk in love. I can't stop thinking about it. I need your thoughts on it please help.*voice barely a whisper now*

LISTEN, nothing would please me more than seeing Harry grind up on Louis but for the sake of this ask, lets flip it in reverse. 

Let’s talk about Harry and Louis, maybe they’re on vacation somewhere tropical and that song comes on in a little beach side bar they decided to stop in for drinks at. They have been sipping on ice cold beers, with Louis teasing rubbing the bottle down his neck, licking his lips, watching Harry under hooded eyes. Harry rubs a hand idly up and down his thigh, until he reaches the curve of his hip, gripping him tightly, but not pulling him close, not yet. 

Louis decides to order a few tequila shots, licking salt off the thumping pulse on Harry’s wrist, and his eyes light up when he hears the first chords of ‘drunk in love’ and tugs Harry off his stool, dragging him to the makeshift dance floor. 

The air is humid as they languidly move their hips together, Louis turning around and plastering himself against Harry’s chest, bringing his hands around to splay underneath the hem of his shirt, resting on his heated skin. Harry digs his fingernails in, chasing the bead of sweat that trickles down the side of Louis’ neck, slipping a hand down the back of his shorts, groping the firm muscle of his ass as he grinds their hips together. 

Louis tugs on his curls, causing a flustered moan to leave Harry’s lips as he tips his head back, eyes closed. His lips part when Louis starts nibbling on his jaw, start sucking a bruise behind that damp curl near his ear; his fingertips slipping down Harry’s stomach until they hook into the waistband of his tiny little shorts, tracing through the fine hairs of the treasure trail that he wishes his tongue was on instead. 

He leans over and grabs another shot, pouring the smokey tequila into Harry’s mouth, chasing the last few drops with his own lips and Louis leans up to whisper in his ear “I get filthy when that liquor get into me”

And…yeah. Its time for them to go