dawn grey

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Ed moments?

The demise of Officer Dougherty:

The sass in this scene:

General table humping and disregard for human life in this scene:

THIS FUCKING WHOLE SCENE <—click meh

This… still brings a tear to my eye:

EVERY FUCKING SCENE IN S02E07 AND I GIFFED THE DAMN LOT OF THEM <—click me too i’m delicious

Everything from S02E09 OF COURSE, particularly those pertaining to Mr. Leonard:

And his fucking face in this scene I just djaljdqlj1pie:

The world’s most unnecessary underwear shot: 

 MAD GREY MOTHERFUCKIN’ DAWN:

THIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSS:

AND SUBSEQUENTLY THIS:

….and subsequently this:

Need I say more?:

General suit porn:

And this moment of sublime lurking:

I like him a normal amount.

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

Hi! Can you do The Vaccine's song - Post Break-up Sex? Thank you :) Any pairing is fine.

Seek Your Own Forgiveness

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Pairing: 
Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood
Rating: T

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Oliver tugged at his pajama bottoms, pulling the drawstring waistband up over his thighs and tying them just below his navel. He could feel tiny tremors racing under his skin as his body temperature tried to adjust to the cool air in the room. The thick henley shirt with the Gryffindor lion stitched on one side helped enough to make walking from his room to the kitchen bearable. It took some maneuvering, but he was able to flip his slippers into the right positions using just his toes.

Steam from the little teapot clouded his kitchen window, distorting the grey dawn’s light. Tiny sprouts of frost coated the bottom edge of the glass and he couldn’t resist running his finger over it to push the thin crystals around. Summer was fast approaching, so the frost easily melted under his warm hand.

As he leaned against his counter, watching the sun rise with a mug of tea in hand, he scratched at the back of his neck. His hair was getting too long again. It would start curling out from under his Quidditch helmet and he hated how that felt. Before he could forget he penned a brief note to Katie Bell asking if she were free for a trim later that week.

His apartment was small, even by first-year Quidditch-player-living-in-London standards. So, when the body he’d shared his bed with started to stir, he could hear him easily.

Oliver wondered if anyone made disheveled look as good as Percy Weasley.

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