Kaiba thinks his dragons are better than Yami’s dragons. They aren’t allowed to play with each other :( The Blue Eyes fam is really curious though.
In a world where Yami missed the boat to spirit land (more like something went wrong but nvm) and he gets his own body I would imagine he would try to separate his and Yugi’s identities. I feel that he’d be a bit more conservative than Yugi and also wouldn’t wear a billion belts. more on this when I finish something just for this topic. Main point is for this picture, i couldn’t deside weather he looked better with or not so here’s both versions
stupidity S T R I K E S could be a proper title for the situation. when you have exactly one hundred self-portraits created by none other than a group of 14 year old students — and you PROCRASTINATED until the last possible moment to grade them, you’ll find yourself in the exact same predicament as jinyoung. what better to keep his focus than chewing the entirety of a pack of gum all at once? what worse could happen besides falling A S L E E P with the wad still in his mouth? not for long —- the pink lump had to have been personified, had a mind of its own the way that it had spread itself into the raven locks of hair that adorned jinyoung’s head. his brother would know just what to do. but his brother wasn’t here, in another country, and jinyoung had been yanking at the shit all day long. it was to ask for help — or to start the new trend of bubblegum haircuts. ”um…this is gonna be weird, but…do you know how to get bubblegum out of hair? i fucked up…”
Lily Evans didn’t unwittingly fall in love with James Potter -she was much too sharp for that- but she didn’t exactly jump head first into it, either. She sort of… wandered. Stumbled. Meandered, maybe. Eyes closed and trying not to think about it too much. She didn’t stride meaningfully towards it, but she didn’t up and run in the opposite direction.
In hindsight, she should have seen it coming sooner.
One day she was reluctantly laughing at his jokes and teasing him about his hair, and the next she was saving him seats at dinner and passing him notes in class and whispering secrets to him at 3am. She couldn’t remember when exactly they had acquired a million and one different inside jokes, but all of them made her laugh, and she was never quite sure how she’d ended up snuggled into his chest on the common room armchair, but she knew that it was comfy, and that she liked the smell of his shampoo.
It was quickly coming apparent that she liked James Potter a great deal more than she had intended to. She liked the sound of his laugh and the tiny mole beneath his left eye. She liked that he trusted his friends implicitly, and that in turn they did the same for him. She liked how his writing was untidy because his hand just couldn’t keep up with his brain, and she liked the way he was constantly fiddling with a quill or his wand or a stolen snitch. She liked the way he scrunched up his face just before he pushed his glasses up his nose, and she liked the way he flexed his fingers before he did magic.
It wasn’t until she found herself thinking that she liked the way his brow furrowed when he sneezed that she realised she was a goner.
Up until that point, she had seen all of the signs, but had simply elected to ignore them. And so here she was, completely and thoroughly in love with James Potter, and most worryingly of all; not all that concerned about it.