emm's things

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We can have blue soup to start, orange pudding to end, and…well, for main course, we have…uh, congealed green gunge. - That is caper berry gravy. Omelette it is, then. - Ah. With caper berry gravy.

Dramione - ‘Beautiful Things’

for @thestarfishdancer

Beautiful Things - Emm Gryner


“Draco…if you’re going to groan and grouse, you can leave,” Hermione said bluntly, tilting her head and maintaining eye contact with him.  As if she were daring him to counter.  

He was a bright fellow, there was no denying that.  And handsome as he possibly could be.  Excellent snogging partner.  Equally excellent at other things.  But as a N.E.W.T study partner, he was decidedly lacking.    

“Bloody well tell me to leave, then!” He reached for his book and parchments, slamming everything around needlessly.  “Because you know damn well I won’t stop groaning and grousing, Granger.”  

“Did you miss your nap today, Malfoy?” she asked, neither missing a beat nor flinching at his behavior.  

“Oh, so it’s Malfoy again?”  

“If it’s Granger again, it’s Malfoy.”  

“Hermione…” he hissed.  “My darling, my light, my pumpkin pasty…”  

She rolled her eyes.  “Let’s go back to ‘Granger’.”  

Hey, I’m Jules, I’m cools, and I have a detailed bio here but I’ll ramble on a bit about Emme under the cut too because why not. I also play Greta Catchlove. 

✧ .·° EMMELINE VANCE ⋯ is ( RAVENCLAW’S ) pride and joy. ( SHE’S ) a ( CIS-FEMALE ) student who has been attending hogwarts for ( SEVEN ) years now. it’s well established that they’re ( HALFBLOOD ), but what should that matter ? it’s what’s inside that counts, and they’re ( +INTELLIGENT ) and ( -ALOOF ). ✧ ⋯ zoey deutch ⊱  under the cut: abandoment mention, death mention, suicide mention, abuse mention

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namjoon has gotta be one of the best leaders of all time im not even joking. all leaders hv their own qualities that set them apart and rlly cant be compared to one another somtimes but joon? hes stellar, amazing, id give him 110/100. hes improved and grown so much and he has taken care of his members diligently. hes inspirational and has a lot of wise things to say. i really look up to him and i just lov him sm

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women’s appreciation week | day five

↳ favorite inspirational character →  jemma simmons

“I like to think about the first law of thermodynamics, that no energy in the universe is created and… none is destroyed. That means that every bit of energy inside us, every particle will go on to be a part of something else. Maybe live as a dragonfish, a microbe, maybe burn in a supernova ten billion years from now. And every part of us now was once a part of some other thing - a moon, a storm cloud, a mammoth.”

Sherlock's Best Man Speech

“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, and … erm… others. Also… Right emm first things first: telegrams. Well they’re not actually telegrams I don’t know why wedding tradition because we don’t have enough of that already apparently. John Watson… My friend John Watson. John. When John first broached the subject of being best man, I was confused. I confess at first I didn’t realise he was asking me when finally I understood I expressed to him that I was both flattered and surprised. I explained to him that I had never expected this request and I was a little daunted in the face of it all. I nonetheless promised that I would do my very best to accomplish the task which was for me as demanding and difficult as any I had ever contemplated. Additionally, I thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that I was in some ways very close to being moved by it. It later transpired that I had said none of this out loud.

I’m afraid John I can’t congratulate you, all emotions and a particular love stand opposed to the pure cold reason I hold above all things. A wedding is in my considered opinion nothing short of a celebration of all this is flase and specious and irrational and sentimental in this ailing and morally compromised world. Today we honour the death watch beetle that is the doom of our society and in time, one feels certain, our entire species.

But anyway lets talk about John. If I burden myself with a little help mate during my adventures this is not out of sentiment or caprice. It is that he has many fine qualities of his own that he has overlooked in his obsession with me. Indeed, any reputation I have for mental acuity and sharpness comes in truth from the extraordinary contrast John so selflessly provides. It is a fact that I believe brides tend to favour exceptionally plain bridesmaids for their big day; there is a certain analogy there I feel. And contrast is, after all, God’s own plan to enhance the beauty of his creation - or it would be if God were not a ludicrous fantasy designed to provide a career opportunity for the family idiot.

The point I’m trying to make is that I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So, if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing. John, I am a ridiculous man. Redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship but as I’m apparently your best friend, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of companion… Actually, now I can. Mary, when I say you deserve this man it is the highest compliment of which I am capable. John, you have endured war and injury and tragic loss - so sorry again about that last one - so know this: today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved. In short, the two people who love you most in all this world. And I know I speak for Mary as well when I say we will never let you down and we have a lifetime ahead to prove that.

So on to some funny stories about John. If you could all just cheer up a bit that would… be better. On we go. So, for funny stories, one has to look no further than John’s blog. The record of our time together. Of course he does tend to romanticise things a bit but then, you know, he’s a romantic. We’ve tackled some strange cases: The Hollow Client, The Poison Giant. We’ve has some frustrating cases, touching cases and of course I have to mention The Elephant in the Room. But we want something very particular for this special day, don’t we. The Bloody Guardsman.

Private Bainbridge had just come off guard duty; he had stood there for hours, plenty of people watching and nothing apparently wrong, he came off duty and within minutes was nearly dead from a wound in his stomach but there was no weapon. Where did it go? Ladies and gentlemen, I invite you to consider this: a murderer who can walk through walls, a weapon that can vanish but in all this there is only one element which can be said to be truly remarkable. Would anyone like to make a guess? Come on, come one there is actually an element of Q&A to all this. Scotland Yard, have you got a theory? Yeah, you, you’re a detective broadly speaking, got a theory?

There was one feature, and only one feature of interest in the whole of this baffling case , quite frankly it was the usual - John Watson. Who while I was trying to solve a murder, instead saved a life. There are mysteries worth solving and stories worth telling. The best and bravest man I know and on top of that he actually knows how to do stuff. Except wedding planning and serviettes he’s rubbish at those. The case itself remains one of the most ingenious and brilliantly planned murder or attempted murder that I’ve ever had the pleasure to encounter. The most perfect locked room mystery of which I am aware. However, I’m not just here to praise John, I am also here to embarrass him so lets move on to… Embarrassment leads me on to the stag night. Of Course there’s hours of material here but I’ve cut it down to the really good bits.

Married. Obvious really. Our Mayfly man was trying to escape the suffocating chains of domesticity and instead of endless nights him watching the telly or going to barbecues with awful, dreadful, boring people he couldn’t stand, he used hit wits, cleverness, powers of disguise to play the field. He was… On second thought  I probably shouldn’t have told you about The Elephant in the Room. However, it does help to further illustrate how invaluable John is to me. I can read a crime scene the way he can understand a human being; I used to think that’s what made me special quite frankly I still do but a word to the wise should any of you require the services of either of us: I will solve your murder but it takes John Watson to save your life. Trust me on that, I should know he saved mine so many times and in so many ways.

This blog is the story of two men and their frankly ridiculous adventures of murder, mystery and mayhem but from now on there’s a new story, a bigger adventure. Ladies and gentlemen, pray charge your glasses and be upstanding. Today begin the adventures of Mary Elizabeth Watson and John Hamish Watson the two reasons why every single one of us is… here today. Sorry, I… Now where were we. Ah, yes raising glasses and standing up, very good, thank you, and down again.

Ladies and gentlemen, people tell you not to milk a good speech, get off early, leave ‘em laughing. Wise advice I’ll certainly try to bear in mind, but for now: part two.

Part two is more action based, I’m gonna walk around, shake things up a bit. Who’d go to a wedding, that’s the question? Who would bother to go to any lengths to get themselves to a wedding? Well, everyone. Weddings are great, love a wedding. John’s great too, haven’t said that enough, barely scratched the surface. I could go on all night about the depth and complexity of his jumpers and he can cook. Does errr…. thing, thing with peas once. Might not be peas, might not be him. But he’s got a great singing voice or somebody does. Argh, too many, too many, too many, too many. Sorry, too many jokes about John. Now eh, where was I, ah yes, speech, speech. Let’s talk about murder. Sorry did I say murder, I meant to say marriage, you know they’re quite similar procedures when you think about it – the participants tend to know each other and it’s over when one of them’s dead. In fairness, murder is a lot quicker though.

Genene, what about this one, exceptably hot, more importantly, his girlfriend’s wearing brand new uncomfortable underwear and hasn’t bothered to pick this thread off the top of his jacket or point out the grease smudge on the back of his neck, currently he’s going home alone. Also, he’s a comica and sci-fi geek, they’re always tremendously grateful, really put the hours in. Jeff, the gents. Loos now please. The loos please. Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s your turn. Oh, ladies and gentlemen, can’t stand it when I finally get the chance to speak for once, Vatican Cameos.

No, no, not you, not you, you, it’s always you, John Watson, you keep me right. No, you’ve already done it; don’t solve the murder, save the life. Sorry, off piece a bit, back now, phew! Let’s play a game. Let’s play murder. Imagine someone’s gonna get murdered at a wedding. Who exactly would you pick? If someone could move Mrs Hudson’s glass just slightly out of reach, lovely. More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding? Most people you can kill any old place, as a mental exercise I’ve often planned the murder of friends and colleagues. Now John I poison, sloppy eater, dead easy, given him chemicals and compounds that way, he’s never even noticed, he missed a whole Wednesday once, didn’t have a clue. Lestrade’s so easy to kill it’s a miracle no one’s succumbed to the temptation. I’ve got a pair of keys to my brother’s house, I could easily break in there and asphyxiate him, if, if the whim arose.

So, once again, who could you only kill here? Clearly it’s a rare opportunity, so it’s someone who doesn’t get out much. Someone for whom a planned social encounter known about months in advance is an exception, has to be a unique opportunity. And since killing someone in public is difficult, killing them in private isn’t an option. Someone who live in an inaccessible or unknown location then. Someone, perhaps obsessed with personal security, possibly someone under threat. Ooh, a recluse, small household staff, high turnover for additional security, probably all signed confidentiality agreements. There is another question that remains however, rather a big one, a huge one, how would you do it, how would you kill someone in public, there has to be a way, this has been planned. Oh hello again Archie, what’s your theory? Get this right and there’s a headless nun in it for you. The who the why the what the where?

Oh, not just planned, planned and rehearsed. Ladies and gentlemen, there will now be a short interlude. The bride and groom!”

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Ok maybe it’s just because I already know what happened, but you can kinda tell there’s something different in her look and her attitude as she enters the floor. She doesn’t look as confident as usual, she seems really tired and a bit worried. Then the music starts, she lights up, and she obviously delivers, because that’s the champion she is. But in hindsight I’m really glad she just had an inconsequential fall and she didn’t get hurt or anything.

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| Take That leave door open for Jason Orange as they record first tracks as a trio

A source close to the band said the remaining three members would have been happy for their former bandmate to return.

We’re all still devastated about the news we brought you last week, that Jason Orange has quit Take That.

But none are more upset than the Take That boys themselves.

This week, Gary Barlow, Mark Owen and Howard Donald had their first studio session since announcing they were becoming a trio – but the studio door was left open for Jason to return.

At the 11th hour, with no sign of Jason, the boys have come to terms with cementing themselves as a three piece. Blub!

Our source says: “The boys are obviously still incredibly close, and even though the statements went out last week, if Jason had wanted to come back and rejoin his bandmates, he would have been very welcome – and that was made clear to him.

“They have so much history together, and as final touches were being put on the new record, Jason could have been added to the tracks as they’ll be working on them all next week.

“He has been adamant he wanted to break away from the group since the last tour, he just grew tired of all the fame. He started to resent it.

"It’s been such a difficult decision everyone wanted to let him know he could always come back – even a week after quitting. They’re committed to moving forward as a trio but the door will always be open for Jason.”

Last week, Jason said in a statement: “I have spent some of the best years of my life with Take That and I’d like to thank everyone who has been a part of my journey, including my bandmates, who I feel are like brothers to me.”

He added: “There have been no fallings out, only a decision on my part that I no longer wish to do this.”

In a statement the rest of the group said: “Jason’s energy and belief in what this band could achieve made it what it is today, and we’ll be forever grateful for his enthusiasm, dedication and inspiration over the years.”

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Cameron/Nash imagine Part 7

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85440838619/cameron-dallas-part-1  Part 1

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85548690959/cameron-imagine-part-2 Part 2

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85625529934/cameron-imagine-part-3 Part 3

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85746990784/cameron-imagine-part-4 Part 4

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85850404114/cameron-nash-imagine-part-5 Part 5

http://mattisthebae.tumblr.com/post/85913839564/cameron-nash-imagine-part-6 Part 6

Omg what have i done, what did he mean about, “You will get that later”.
Is he’s gonna fuck me, hell no, or maybe, no what are you thinking about (Y/N)?, you cant sleep with Nash!
He will just leave you in the bed with out him when you wake up, like Cameron did!
Now we talking about Cameron he still owes me an explanation! Why did he just leve me? And he never wrote to me about what happened! Ohh i was so angry!
“(Y/N), you okay?” Nash asks, “Yeah i’m fine” i lied, “ So you and Cam were best friends since 4 grade?” he asks, “Yeah he was a good friend, but they gonna end sometimes”.
“He never talks about you, he’s never said he had a best friend there was a girl” he said with one eyebrow up.

“Can we just talk about something els?” I ask, “sure, so were do you wanna eat? He asks, and slides he hand around my waist.
"I dont care, you can pick” i said looking down, “we can go to Starbucks?” He said looking down at me, “Okay” i said.
We got our Starbucks, “So what now?” I said looking at him, “do you wanna go bowling?” He asks smiling sweet.
“Hahaha” i laugh, “why are you laughing?” He asks and laughing a little bit , “i’m like the master of bowling sweetie”, i said taking a sip from my coffee.
“Don’t be afraid i can still kick your ass” he said smiling to me. “You wish” i said on my way out of the door, “were are you going?” He asks, “i’m about to kick your ass in bowling if your not coming now.
He ran over to you and said “Hm, we’ll see about that.. Let’s make a deal” He proposed. “One-on-one, loser gets to do what the winner says.”I liked the idea of a competition. “Alright, fine. Deal.” Both of you shook hands and got out of the car.

~The score was
Nash: 177
You: 184
Nash had the last shot. If he got a strike, he’d win. If he doesn’t you’d be the winner. You watched as Nash pulled his arm back and released the ball. Nine pins fell and one was struggling to stay up, but one of the pins that had fallen had came in contact with the last pin, causing it to wobble around a bit before falling.
Nash: 186
You: 184

You were so close to win, god dam it.
"So loser” he said proud of he won, “what do you want me to do then?” I asks, “ I want a date with you tomorrow” he said confident.
“A date, like a date date or a date?” I ask nervous, “just a date (Y/N)” he said smiling to me, and of cause i smiled back.
“Let’s go” he said taking my hand and squeeze it, i couldn’t do anything but blush, “(Y/N) i just love that you are so shy, it’s so sweet” he said smiling down at me, i smiled back.
It was late and i got a text from Emmeil that said “Wow it was not for fun you said you would sleep with Nash”, “Haha very funny, i’m on my way home bitch. I wrote back.
"Okay see you soon, if your not in Nash’s bed”, “you are not funny at all” i wrote back, “i know but you love me anyways” she wrote back, “yes i do, se you”, “see you”

“Who do you writing with?” Nash asks, “oh just Emmeli” i said, “girl things?” He asks, “haha yeah girl things” i said and laughing.
We went out of the car and we were on our way up to my room, “so i hope you had a good time today, i had special” he said smiling to me.
“I had i pretty fun to, but don’t forget about my prize” i said pushing him playfull, “Ohh yeah about that” he said and his lips were on my lips.
I took him closer to me by his shirt, he’s mouth came against my mouth, his lips moved easily against my own, the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring it.
He was a way better kisser than Cameron i could tell, Cam’s were hard, nash’s was sweet and soft.

I broke the kiss “well that was a nice prize” i said licking my lips, “yeah i got two prizes today” he said laughing, “I will pick you up about seven” he said kissing me sweet on my lips again, and went away,
“Okay” was all i could get out of my mouth in that moment.
I went inside and Emmeli ran up to me and hugging me, “what happened?” We sat down on the bed and i told her everything also the kiss.
“OMG (Y/N) you are so lucky” she said crying, “ I’m going on a date with him tomorrow” i said jumping in the bed, “what like a date or a date date? She asks, "a date” i said confident.

Part 8?