everything about this was beautiful and brilliant

do you guys ever think about how yuri plisetsky, at just age fifteen, has apparently been supporting his family through his figure skating via government grants which means not only does he have to regularly compete, but he always has to do well and to consistently perform, so he’s probably never allowed to have an off performance or it means less money, less support, less opportunities, and when victor nikiforov himself, five time world champion, offers to choreograph a program for him, yuri jumps at the chance because yes, think of how much he could get if he won his very first grand prix series off of victor’s choreography – think of his ailing grandfather whom he loves so much, an absentee mother – figure skating is everything to yuri, it’s the only thing he thinks he has to offer, it’s the thing he relies on the most for emotional and financial support, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. so he throws everything onto the ice, wins the junior championship just as victor said, and now he’s about to make his pro senior debut and he’s gonna get victor to make good on his promise and–

victor just… disappears. flies across the world, completely forgets he ever promised yuri anything, turns around and blatantly uses yuri while making it clear that beyond a week’s worth of coaching him on a program, victor has no intentions of giving yuri anything bc he’s so wrapped up in yuuri 

and yuri feels – abandoned, betrayed, hurt; left behind again like he always is, left waiting like he always is, used as a means to an end; is it any wonder he’s pissed off? but then this beautiful, brilliant boy takes a program he only spent a week learning from its choreographer – he takes that program, refines it, improves it and breaks victor’s world record with it, slaps victor in the face with it by winning over yuuri and telling him, victor nikiforov is dead, victor isn’t everything yuri had thought he would be and it doesn’t matter bc yuri will make himself, define himself, choose things for himself now.

do you ever think about this bc i do and it hurts me but i love this boy so much, he deserves everything

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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Nothing More [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 6.8k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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The rain fell just loud enough for you to hear, the skies a beautiful but somber grey and the world feeling otherwise silent. The birds weren’t chirping. The neighborhood seemed empty. It was just you. You and your empty apartment and your thoughts. The all consuming thoughts that made the silence seem so loud. His voice just kept replaying in your head, like the soundtrack to the otherwise quiet moment.

“I think she’s the one.”

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anonymous asked:

Heeey. Sorry if I disturb you by something or anything but could you maybe list some good shows? (It's not a must that LGBT couples are included) thanks a lot ❤️❤️💫

Hi, Anon! 

You’re not disturbing!

So I’m the type of person that watches a pretty random variety of shows so I’m not sure what your taste leans toward exactly. 

If you have any suggestions, make a comment or drop me a message with the show and why you like it! And if you want, make a suggestion on how to make this list better!

** Is for shows other people suggest to me. I’ll comment if I’ve heard of it or seen any of it. 

*I’ll try to put if it’s LGBT friendly. And also I want to put down if it’s diverse or not and a note if you suggest a show is diverse…I’m looking for either the main character that is a POC or more than 1-2 minor characters that show up often enough to make a difference to the plot. Don’t tell me a show is diverse if it’s 3 black characters are just window-dressing…👀

Let me see what I can remember and rec those and what I tried and didn’t like. 

  • -Shadowhunters: I love this trash show. It’s actually not all that great but it’s got some absolute gems of characters you end up watching it for anyway. I def recommend but S1 was watched with a ton of skip Clary/Jace scenes for me. This is LGBT friendly and diverse.  
  • -Riverdale: I tried man, I used to read Archie comics when I was younger but um, this show…I think it’s supposed to be ironically pretentious? It just falls flat for me tbh. It’s popular though so you can check a couple of episodes out to see if it’s your thing. There’s an openly gay character in this that should get more story than he does. Also, kind of LGBT baits too at times so not sure if I trust them completely. 
  • -The Expanse: My sci-fi pick. I love this show. It’s gorgeous, diverse, rich story, funny without trying too hard. I just get sucked into every character. It had one older married gay couple that was really minor characters but I don’t recall any current mains that are. But It’s an inclusive show so I don’t think it’s particularly averse to the idea. Based on books I haven’t read yet! 
  • -Veep: This is like a completely meant-to-be-offensive comedy show with the amazing Julia Louis-Dreyfus. While I wasn’t in love with the last 2 seasons, the first 4 are amazing. No clear cut character you root for in particular but it’s so close to politics you can’t help but laugh/cry. Watch it for the absolutely unapologetic legendary burns. Also, has a lesbian couple in it although it’s offensive comedy so prepare for that.
  • -Archer: Also another meant-to-be-offensive show that’s hilarious but so terrible and inappropriate. I don’t usually like that kind of comedy but I binge watched this when I was sick and got hooked. 
  • -Vikings: I love this show. If you like Game of Thrones, you’ll like this one only it’s got less nudity and more idgaf fight scenes. It’s got brilliant characters, beautiful battle scenes, really interesting storylines, and just good snarky humor. Watch it! Also, they’re not shy about same-sex couples even if they don’t explicitly say it. 
  • -Mr. Robot: Really good show, very different and…I actually don’t know how to describe it? The main has mental health issues. It’s a sociopolitical commentary type show. It’s about hacking and network security and corporation conglomerates in control of our everything and the fight against it. Also from @cherryrebel : mr robot has a shit ton of diversity in both race and lgbt, the lead is mixed race but the actor is egyptian, tyrell is bisexual, gideon is gay, angela, elliot and darlene are implied being lgbt+, i think i’m forgetting about someone but watch that show, it’s the shit 
  • -Legion: A superhero show that’s so incredibly NOT like the other superhero shows. You'll find yourself in a serious mind trip thinking you’re the one that’s crazy. But it’s really really good. Go watch. 
  • -Mozart in the Jungle: About a bunch of musicians and a crazy conductor you absolutely love. It’s really good. LGBT friendly! And diverse-ish.
  • -Luther: One of the best crime shows in my opinion. Idris Elba just does things and you will want to watch him do it. Anything he does is beautiful and brilliant. But the show actually IS brilliant and amazing and go watch!! 
  • -This is Us: one of those, where-the-hell-did-you-come-from?? shows. Really heartfelt stories that make you laugh, cry, and go aww a million times. 
  • -Killjoys: Another sci-fi show I love. It’s got diversity and great characters and great action and story. 
  • -True Detective: Crime detective show. It’s great, very gritty and serious but good stories and character-driven. 
  • -Humans: Sci-fi show about android robots that are part of normal life- they look human and are basically live in maids. Only five of these have consciousness. Really good UK show. Diverse AND LGBT friendly!
  • -Broadchurch: Another good UK crime show. Slow and gripping. @iamacolor mentioned a lesbian character in this one too. LGBT friendly.
  • -The Americans: Russian sleeper spies in America that lead normal lives, have American children, and are like totally Russians carrying out secret missions. 
  • -The Get Down: Great show that was recently canceled :( has about 1 season out. I’m not sure how to describe it and do proper justice. It’s lovely though with amazing characters. Also, LGBT friendly and clearly diverse!
  • -Stranger Things: Great show sci-fi mystery thriller type show. 
  • -Dear White People: Black college students from all kinds of backgrounds dropping truth bombs all around and being amazing. Also LGBT friendly. Go watch. It’s a balanced show with amazing characters. So both diverse AND LGBT friendly!
  • -Brooklyn Nine-Nine: an Amazing funny cop show that manages to be winsome, hilarious, endearing, quirky, diverse, balanced, and just amazing all around. V. LGBT friendly. 
  • -Fresh Off the Boat: Asian family comedy show that’s endearing and hilarious. (Also check out Jane the Virgin for crazy telenovela-esque antics that are hilarious and cute). 
  • -Orphan Black: Sci-fi show about clones. A really amazing show, LGBT friendly. Great story AMAZING characters…most of which is played by one woman. Diverse and LGBT friendly.
  • -Preacher: Great show based on the graphic novel…uhh not sure how to describe it but it’s good. Reth Negga is in it!! 
  • Also adding Sense8 for its LGBT and diversity. Good show but I’ve heard something about the directors/producers being racist? Not sure so I’m recommending with caution because the show itself esp s2 where the nonwhite characters got a better fleshed out plot is good. But since I don’t know what the producers/directors have done, I’m giving a heads up for someone else to fill me in.
  • Poldark: I just started this one 2 days ago. 2 episodes in I’m really enjoying it. It’s from PBS’s Masterpiece series. Aiden Turner as a Cornishman is delicious. So far I adore his wife and immensely enjoying yet another period show.  
  • Grantchester: Adding this to the list after I discovered it on my prime account. I’m only one season in and I love Sydney Chambers and his gruff buddy cop Geordie? This isn’t a show that is going to have you sitting on the edge of your seat. It’s totally a procedural type of show. But it’s characters are likeable, it’s story feels comfortable, and honestly, if it’s a shitty day for you and you just want something that’s easy? This is it. @iamacolor  :)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.949

Warnings: swearing, choking, smut … fluff

A/N: italics are thoughs

“Where is he?” you asked excited. Your whole body was trembling with excitement and you jumped up and down on your spot like a kid. Steve smiled softly and patted your shoulder. You tried to look around his shoulders in hope, he would be standing right behind the Captain.

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She has the most beautiful heart. She has the most amazing soul. Her brain is so brilliant. Her eyes alone could create world peace. Her laugh could make anyone the happiest person alive. Her smile could light up the darkest room. Everything about her is simply stunning. It’s impossible not to fall for her.
—  She’s perfect

anonymous asked:

I'm having visions now of Scorpius sneaking up to a sleeping Albus and placing Harry's spare glasses on him. (Oh, and James gave him a dare to paint a lightning scar on Albus's forehead, so he's got some red paint as well. That'll teach Albus to criticise his singing in the shower.)

This is the sort of ask I’m here for. Thanks anon. And may I present to you the following idea in return:

Scorpius visits the Potters’ house to sleep over one night, and he and Albus are camping out in the lounge because there isn’t space in Albus’s room for both of them (it’s not messy, but it’s small and half of it is taken up with an elaborate potions experiment that Scorpius would never even dare to suggest that they try and move—it’s very important to Albus). At some point in the evening Lily invites herself to join the sleepover (she’s bored, they’re entertaining, they have sweets, plus she knows Scorpius will braid her hair, which she quite likes), and she is quickly followed by James, who hates to feel like he’s missing out on anything.

At some point Albus falls asleep. He’s been up since dawn stressing about making sure everything is perfect Scorpius’s arrival, and he’s the sort of person who can sleep anywhere, so he just passes out on the floor.

Scorpius is the first to notice, and he doesn’t say anything because he’s too busy thinking about how beautiful Albus is when he’s sleeping—he just looks so peaceful and calm, like his cares have all melted away. But then Lily notices, and she judges James, who comes up with the brilliant plan to steal Harry’s spare glasses and draw the lightning bolt on him.

Scorpius is reluctant at first, because he knows how much Albus hates looking like his dad, but James convinces him it would be a good scientific experiment. “He never wears glasses, Scorpius. We have no idea how much like he Dad he actually looks. Don’t you want to find out?” And in truth, Scorpius sort of does want to find out, and Albus would never agree to it if he were awake, so this is their only chance.

James steals the glasses, Scorpius draws the scar on, because they decide that if Albus wakes up halfway through he’s the least likely person to get yelled at or kicked. Lily slips the glasses on Albus’s face when Scorpius is done, and then there he is. A tiny version of Harry. Sixteen years old and sleeping. With the scar and glasses and green eyes and messy hair. Looking far less world-weary and worried than sixteen year old Harry looked. And if Scorpius wasn’t in love with Albus already then he falls head over heels right there and then, because the sight is just so beautiful and peaceful. He beams and reaches out to smooth Albus’s sticking up hair and reflects on how lucky he is to have Harry Potter’s son for a best friend.

Then James makes the mistake of taking a photo, and the flash goes off and wakes Albus up, and then they’re all in deep trouble. James runs away screaming, Lily vanishes giggling to her room and pretends to be asleep like the little angel she clearly is, and Scorpius is left to calm down a very irritable Albus. It’s not hard to convince Albus that it was all James’s fault though, and Albus is sleepy enough that he promises to kill James in the morning instead of immediately, and once he’s wiped the scar off he curls up against Scorpius’s side and closes his eyes to drift off again.

“You did suit the glasses though,” Scorpius murmurs.

Albus grumbles and elbows him in the ribs.

“You suit everything,” Scorpius says, hoping Albus will hear but also desperately hoping he won’t.

Albus opens one eye and looks up at him, then he closes it again, and Scorpius doesn’t know if it’s wishful thinking, but he reckons Albus’s cheeks have gone a bit pink and he’s trying to hide a smile.

“You do,” Scorpius says, putting an arm round him and hugging him in close. “I promise. But I think I like you best when you’re just yourself. The scar was a bit weird.”

Albus makes an affirmative little noise and burrows closer to Scorpius, hugging him round the middle.

Enjoltaire relationship would include

Enjoltaire relationship would include

  • Knowing it was the right thing from the very first kiss
  • Because even though so many around think it’s wrong
  • It’s so fucking right.
  • Feeling so comfortable in the others company.
  • Knowing they don’t have to pretend to be anyone else

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  • Talking about each other non-stop to other friends and not even realising it.
  • Knowing the other like the back of their hand.
  • Enjolras boosting Grantaires confidence when he feels insecure.
  • Grantaire putting a smile on Enjolras’ face when he’s feeling drained.
  • Being there for each other when it feels as though everything’s crumbling down.

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  • Grantaire messing with Enjolras’ hair while he’s sleeping with his head on Grantaires lap.
  • Grantaire staying up with Enjolras when he refuses to sleep
  • And being there when he can hardly keep his eyes open.
  • Waking up in each other’s arms feeling the luckiest they have ever been.
  • Grantaire’s favourite thing about Enjolras being how much passion he has.

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  • Enjolras’ favourite thing about Grantaire being that sparkle in his eyes as he comes up with another brilliant creative idea.
  • Grantaires least favourite thing about Enjolras being when he doubts himself
  • Because R believes that Enj can do anything.
  • Enjolras’ least favourite thing about Grantaire would be the way that he doesn’t
  • feel confident with his art or even in his own skin a lot of the time.
  • Because to Enj, Grantaire is the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen.

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  • Everything about him drives him wild.
  • Being so in love with each other
  • Always managing to make the other laugh or smile.
  • Being there to dry the other’s tears.

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  • Grantaires heart breaking into a million pieces as he see’s guns pointed at his loved one
  • And instead of running he pushes through the guards and takes his boyfriend’s hand.
  • Enjolras can’t seem to concentrate on the guns anymore, the only think filling his mind was ‘How did I get so lucky?’
  • Raising their heads high because they’re going to fall together, as one.
  • Fingers laced together
  • The taste of all their previous kisses still lingering on their lips.
  • The feeling of the others hands running through their hair still present.
  • And how dying next to the other would be a pleasure.

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But everything he did, Skye, he did because he loved you.

For all his other faults, Oda gave me a woman who started out with nothing, who violently lost everything and everyone she had as a small child, who carried immeasurable hurt and pain with her wherever she went, who struggled with letting go of the dreams she had as a young girl to carry on the legacy of her devastated home, who committed crimes against others in the name of protecting herself, who not only wanted to die but felt like she deserved to die, who didn’t know what to do with the concept of others finding her life valid and worth living, who tried to push those people away because she viewed herself as a monster simply for being traumatized, who realized she was a person worth saving, that that little girl she thought died on that island along with everyone else she cared about was still inside her and she deserved a shot at healing, who processed her pain in her own way through her own personality and her own humor that didn’t have to be stereotypically soft but still loving to those she knows love her back, who is brilliant, beautiful, strong, real, and human. 

Robin is Recovery Goals in a way I can’t really think many other characters are. She lost everything, she hated herself for being broken, she lashed out she pushed away, she did a lot of REALLY RELATABLE things I just hope one day I can be as strong and loving as Nico Robin. 

Ever so Charming~ Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Right I have this idea that the reader is really good at charms and stuff so one day she’s with newt and they get into some sort of a tricky situation and reader does a charm on herself to make look attractive to whoever sees her so then she like flirts her and newts way out of the tricky issue and afterwards newt is like super confused cause she looks just like she always does. Fluff please.

A/N: I’m so sorry these requests are always taking me so damn long. I had this one half way done for a bit but then the flu came…I’m sorry

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When your friend Newt Scamander wrote you to invite you to join him on a trip to study bowtruckles, you were not at all expecting to find yourself surrounded by a group of rude smugglers in a heated debate as to what they should do to the two of you.

You had known the Magizoologist for quite some time, and had bonded rather well. To say that you did not feel a warm feeling creep onto your cheeks or an increase in your heartrate around him would be an absolute lie. The once shy Hufflepuff had stolen your heart without even trying, but you couldn’t tell him so, as your friendship would surely plummet. Being his friend though, you accepted his frenzied invitation of excitement without hesitation, and you two soon set off in search of “these magical and fantastic and incredible bowtruckles” that Newt had rambled about.

Unfortunately, you two were not the first to arrive to observe these bowtruckles, as various men larger than the both of you had stuffed them all into crates like circus animals and had already begun to write out price tags for many, many galleons on each wooden prison. You were both wandering the forest as when you heard their laughing decrease to hacking, most likely from the large cigars they held in eat of their sausage-like hands. You both attempted to try multiple spells in order to evacuate or free the creatures to safety, but Newt had accidently let his hand slip, resulting in a few of the empty crates toppling over one another. This alarmed the men that they were indeed under a watchful eye, and now you were in the middle of them as they trailed their beady eyes down your body and spit down at Newt’s boots.

“Oy Leonard, looks like we got a couple of snoops here,” cackled the thinner of the men.

“Aye we do mate, aye we do. We can’t be having wandering eyes around our work. They’d snitch on ya,” spat the one who you assumed was Leonard.

The men then tried to decide on what they should do to you, and this made you quiver in a bit of fear. You looked over at Newt who looked just as fearful as he stared at the ground, wand still in hand, but if he were to use it, surely a larger fight would ensue. Your heart pounded in your chest as a shorter and plumper man with a scraggly mustache was giving you a look laced with lust and desire in all the wrong ways. You tore your eyes away and moved closer to Newt, yet you were already back to back. The men around you could do anything and you had to keep yourself calm and ready to defend yourself, and Newt, if needed of course.

“Y/n I’m so sorry about all of this,” whispered Newt, tears evident in his eyes. He felt horrible for dragging you into this mess, as it was his fault for making the noise that caused the smugglers to catch them.

You gave a soft smile to mask your growing fear, “It’s fine Newt, you didn’t mean to. Let’s just try and get ourselves out of this mess.”

He gave a nod at your statement and began fiddling with the buttons on his shirt as he tried to think of a way out. You stared off in thought, trying to think of a way to avoid using combat spells and spells that could easily be noticed. Rubbing your thumb over the texture of your wand, you hatched a clever and possibly extremely effective idea.

You had been gifted in the area of charms in your years spent at Hogwarts, and you had even been recognized for you talent by many of the professors who taught there. Often, you would find yourself staying an hour or so after class just to practice in the classroom, not that your professor minded, as they were more than impressed and ecstatic that a student was as invested in the curiosity of charms as they were. For some time after you graduated, you halted your practice and development of other charms, but now in your stressful and chaotic situation, you remembered a particular charm that could save you both without a hassle if you could pull it off.

The knuckles around your wand turned whiter and your heart rate sped up. You focused on your surroundings to make sure there were no distractions, and you murmured under your breath while giving the wand a shaky twirl. It had appeared that nothing had changed, as you two were still stuck in your sticky situation, however, that was quickly refuted when one of the men glanced your way with a softened look in his eyes. Simply, you smiled at him, before going through with the second part of your idea.

“Hello there, would you mind helping us out, we seem to be a bit stuck here,” you giggled, quickly earning the attention of a few of the other smugglers.

Your charm had in fact worked. You had remembered it as one of the most complex ones to pull off, but nonetheless, you had achieved success. Rather than combating the men with a fiery range of hexes and spells, you had charmed yourself to appear attractive to the men’s standards, and with this, you could talk and flirt your way into getting them to let you, Newt, and the bowtruckles, free. Though the charm was powerful, it also had the chances of letting up earlier than anticipated use, so you had to act swiftly. You sent another small smile their way, but earned a puzzled look from Newt. He was confused as to why they had suddenly stopped tormenting you, but he was more baffled as to what the charm had done. Nothing appeared different, you simply looked, in his opinion, just as radiant as ever.

The smugglers continued to stare at you with a lost gaze as they began to await for you to continue.

“We need to get out of here, but I think those creatures in those crates need help out as well. Would you all be a dear and perhaps, lend a hand to a simple witch like me?” you paused before walking over to one of the stockier men, “I think that someone as strong as yourself could do just that don’t you think?” you sealed with a smile and a wink.

The smugglers were practically stepping over one another to unlock the bowtruckles from their prison. You began to dust off your clothing when Newt turned to you, his hair flopping in the breeze and the eminent look of confusion etched on his features.

“Is there something I’m missing?” he asked.

Your eyes widened as you brought your hand up to your mouth. You had intended to appeal to the smugglers, but you could only imagine what effect the charm had on Newt. As much as you wanted him to show feelings or attraction for you, you wanted it to be real, not just as a side effect of a complicated charm.

“I-I um, the charm. I charmed myself to look attractive to them. That’s why they’re…doing that…” you trailed off, slightly embarrassed now, cheeks reddening.

Newt tried to speak, but he was cut off by the smugglers returning, yet this time, they hastily set down the opened crates of the bowtruckles. You moved towards them, turning their focus towards yourself so that Newt could transfer the creatures to his case without them noticing. Within minutes, you convinced the smugglers to let you and Newt go, and had you stayed any longer, the charm would have surely worn off.

Once the two of you were safely away, you both apparated back to where you were staying, miles away from the smugglers who were probably being interrogated by a group of aurors by now. You carefully mixed together a potion inside Newt’s shed, swirling the various herbs and ingredients that would hopefully heal the few injured bowtruckles. You washed your hands and then ventured out of the shed and walked towards where Newt was moving in the new arrivals. On your way, you continued to greet the other creatures, including the graphorns and Dougal, who continued to hold your hand as you maneuvered your way down the wooden steps. Newt was calmly speaking to the last few bowtruckles when you arrived, and he turned toward you with a lazy smile. He removed the potion from your hand, but let his smile slip as he looked into your eyes.

“Newt, is something wrong?” you asked, slightly confused still at the events that had happened. Why was he acting normal? Why didn’t he react when you were charmed?

“Yes, everything is fine, except these bowtruckles are a bit sick I’m afraid. They’ve got some nasty colds. Brilliant thing you did back there though, you were absolutely incredible,” he replied while administering small doses to the waiting creatures.

“You didn’t seem phased about it though.”

“Well, you said that you looked different, but I didn’t really understand that part of it. I thought you looked the same as always,” he continued.

You knew the spell was unpredictable, but you were confused as to why it hadn’t affected him in the slightest way.

He then added, “Just as beautiful as always,” but it came out as more of a hushed whisper.

Dougal looked up at you, his eyes flashing a brilliant blue, before scurrying away. You looked at Newt who now had cheeks the color of crimson. The bowtruckles climbed onto their new home after departing his hand, and he slowly walked over so that he was inches away from where you were standing. He tried to muster as much courage for what he was about to do.

“Newt what-,”

“Y/n,” he cut you off, “I said that you looked beautiful…a-as always, because you do. Not just on the outside, I meant on the inside as well. Perhaps that’s why I never thought a man as average as myself could win the heart of someone like you.”

He reached out for your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as you stood there slightly flabbergasted at his confession. You stumbled forward, hand still in his while he extended another to catch you if you fell.

You smiled up at him without a care in the world about the charm or why it hadn’t worked on him. His eyes shone brighter than the moon with hope before you whispered against skin, “I never thought that you were average.”

His grin grew larger before he leaned down to capture your lips with his. You expected a soft and gentle kiss from him, but it quickly melted into one of passion. The kiss was liquid gold, warm and breathtaking. His hand held onto yours firmly while your opposite one wove itself in his hair and then slowly trailed down from his cheek to his chin, running over the faint stubble that had appeared after days of travel. He deepened the kiss, further pulling you in. When his lips left yours, you were still breathless and wanting them to return. He simply flashed his signature and lopsided smile.

You didn’t need an explanation for the charm’s results, not when you finally had everything you’d ever need right in front of you. You closed your eyes once more and let the silence speak for itself as Newt wrapped his arms fully around you, lifting you slightly, and brought you into another of his kisses that would soon become very familiar.


Study Breaks

Originally posted by veritasfilia

Request: Hello! Are you taking requests? May I ask you for some fluff with Oliver Wood? ^^ But like in school, private, not on the quidditch pitch. Maybe some cuddling on the rainy evening or something? :) Love you!xx ( @bluegreyme ).

Word Count: 1378

Author’s Note: I love Oliver Wood so of course I loveeeeeed this request. I just hope that I did your request to your liking :) Also tagging the lovely @notgreengrass for always being so willing to edit my posts!

Disclaimer: Fluffffffff

The NEWTs was all Y/n could think about the for past two weeks. The end of term was approaching quickly, which meant that Oliver and Y/n had been studying from dawn ‘til dusk. The morning sun was bright as it glistened against the water of the lake, though the air felt a little stagnate. Regardless, it was pleasant weather for studying underneath her and Oliver’s favorite tree by the Hogwarts lake.

Transfiguration books were sprawled all across the ground. As Oliver’s head was resting on Y/n’s lap, he held a book in attempt to block the sun that was making them squint their eyes.

“Y/n–,” Oliver began to whine, “we’ve been studying all bloody morning. Can we please take a break? My brain is going to explode,” he said, dragging out “please.” Oliver groaned as he rolled onto his stomach to face the Y/h girl.

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Destiel and The Transformative Powers of Love

So you know that Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, right? Yeah, so then you know how it’s about this girl who yearns to break out of this place she’s stuck in, this conventional place where she’s unhappy as fuck, and what she wants is to have an adventure, and you know how she ends up having the biggest adventure of her life falling in love with this scary-ass monster dude who’s from a completely different world to her (dude has his own enchanted castle and everything) and how it turns out he’s had this curse put on him for being an all-out dick and he needs to find the non-dick within in order to win this girl’s heart, because having someone truly love him is the only way the monster can break the curse that has him just as stuck in his enchanted castle as the girl was ever stuck in her unsatisfying, conventional life. 

I know you know the story and I know you’ve seen the movie and I’m not talking the live action remake here, I’m talking the original. The Alan Menken scored, Oscar winning mother fucker of a brilliant piece of animated cinema.

So the other day (and most days lately) I was listening to the score of said piece of brilliance and guess what thought flew into my head. 

(you actually don’t have to guess) (I’m about to demonstrate it to you with gifs and everything)

The ending of Beauty and the Beast summarises my strongest want for Destiel in S13. How? I’m glad you asked because here come the gifs:

-> Destiel end of S12.

And then…

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The Signs Mind

*Use moon, mercury and midheaven too*

Aries: fiery and passionate, looking for something new and inspiring. Full of color, they feel like an electric discharge and remind you of leaders.

Taurus: gentle and soft, feels like sitting by a fireside after a cold day. It’s full of pleasures and luxuries, remind you of a million dollar yacht.

Gemini: quick and witty, always awake and full of life and new ideas. Very entertaining and fun, reminds me of rainbow candy and feels like flying.

Cancer: it’s sweet and kind, very sensitive and caring. Feels like your favorite person’s embrace and smells like home. They remember everything.

Leo: looks like gold, everything about them is brilliant and powerful, funny and dramatic, they remind you of pools and class. Very creative and fair. Feels like wearing nice clothes and having a crush.

Virgo: it’s emotional, flows gently and slowly, observing everything without rush, they will take everything around them with special attention. Makes you feel precious. Reminds me of nature and white flowers.

Libra: beautiful and charming, it reminds you of a full moon and old hollywood movies, feels like stargazing with the wind stroking your hair, and kisses in the cheek.

Scorpio: It’s sharp and observant, full of hidden secrets at every corner, feels like looking into the ocean, wondering what’s on its depths. Feels like the terror and adrenaline of walking in the dark.

Sagittarius: Quick and full of fire, rushing through life, looking for adventure and trying new things. Will be like the sensation after getting off a roller coaster. Feels like doing something by the first time. Reminds you of bonfires and laughter. 

Capricorn: Mysterious and sensual, very critical of themselves, sometimes all they need is a hug. It reminds you of neon lights, shinning with everything they want to tell you. Feels like cold wind on your face.

Aquarius: it’s like a place full of original inventions and eccentricity, like a whole new planet. Very compassionate and intellectual. Reminds you of mixtapes and circuses and feels like running.

Pisces: Is a piece of art, with soft strokes and diverse colors. All around them is beauty and it marvels them. It reminds you of cotton candy and paint brushes. Feels like a kiss on the nose.

Prince's Log - March Thoughts

I used to think you a black hole. Completely dark, and a parasite, not a positive trait about you. And lifeless, absolutely soulless.

God, I was so very very wrong. You’re not just a black hole, you’re the night sky, a galaxy, the whole fucking universe.

My whole universe.

You’re not all darkness, like you want everyone to think. You’re riddled with stars, bright spots, like your humor, your pretty smile, your laugh. There are entire solar systems in the way you think, everything revolving and clicking so perfectly, so complex and mysterious but to you so natural, so easy. You’re so brilliant.

And sure, there are dark points, negative space in the in-between.

But honey, please believe me when I say this, that everything about you is beautiful. And frankly, I think God made a mistake when he hung the stars in the sky. He should’ve put all their glittering glory in your eyes.

But that’s okay. You picked yourself up and put them there yourself.

Vintage Horror:The Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

“What does he do, this man you seek?”

Sometimes a whole film is condensed in one scene of it, in one single, powerful, unforgettable image. In the case of ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, one in particular, at the beginning immediately struck me as iconic: Jodie Foster’s agent Clarice Starling is called to her boss’s desk and gets into a lift full of male FBI cadets that are all at least a head taller than her. 

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anonymous asked:

Is there a particular thread or rp by someone else that is a favorite of yours?

(( OOC: Oh bloody hell, there are loads. And I totally go back and read the ones that I particularly like because I have very clever friends who create top notch content. But here’s a few of the ones I can think of right now:

The Greaser AU/Be My Baby series by @siriusly-not-over-remus and @whompingwillovv. So original, such beautiful characterisation and development within the AU… and who doesn’t love gay greasers??

The HP-themed “what’s in my bag challenge” by @kapitan5o was brilliant, because the entire community got involved and it was such a fun and original idea. And I cannot wait to see more of the Young Albus/Grindlewald series they’re doing with @space-marauder.

I’m cheating here because I was in this too, but the Frank and Alice thread I did with @manseyfuls-patronus is still one of my favs, and after all - she was the mastermind behind it. Mansey’s writing and editing skills continually blow me away and she makes a beautiful Tonks, too.

I re-read @asktheboywholived‘s threads all the time because they’re a talented little shit, but I can’t not mention the Redemption series they did with @ohtheclevernessofme1972. Like?? Seriously one of the most well-plotted and crafted pieces of original content I’ve seen. Never Be The Same, Little One, The Veil, and the Dark Times series are just… *emotional babbling*. Yup. Good stuff.

Then I’m trying to narrow down something I love from @ohtheclevernessofme1972, but honestly? I love everything Laina does, because it’s always completely original, and interesting, and entertaining. Laina put so much passion and creative energy in to everything she does and I massively admire her for it.

Also, hey, if you haven’t read @gentlect‘s fic The Wolf in the Ring yet, go do it. Now. Laura is a simply stunning writer, and a beautiful Molly Weasley, and a lovely soul in general. 

Other people I have to mention are @lizziebennetnotinjapan - beautifully talented writer, actor, help-jess-when-she’s-stuck-on-an-idea-er…. and she makes a brilliant Dorcas. Wait, you haven’t seen that yet? Hmm. Then @supernaturaldoctorpotter has a wonderful grasp on the Black sisters, I love everything she does with them, @askwhathasthiscometo is a fantastic Marlene, and I’ve watched @son-0f-a-snitch progress so much with their makeup and ideas and concepts and it pleases me greatly. 

This turned into a massive gushing ramble about my friends but hey, they are a bunch of smartie pants. Go send them all the love. ))

Happy 20th Captain Swan Day!

Hello My Friends!

Today i want to say how grateful i am for your art, stories and gifs.

It helps me to focus on things i love, on things i’m here for, it helps me to stay here, ignore all that makes me sad and be happy.

Thank you!

Dear Writers!

i start day reading Your stories, i read them anytime i have free time and i’m even happy to sleep less if that means i’ll read more. i wish to have more free time to read but even if i have little time - You make me happy every day - i want You to know that.

Thank you!

Dear art, gifs, manips creators, my Dear Artists!

i’m in constantly awe how talented and brilliant You are. i love to search for old posts and i discover new creators almost every week, i’ll make sure to reblog everything You created no matter when You post it. You make my days better, more beautiful - i want You to know that.

Thank you!

So from next Sunday i’ll be making post about one of You talented people.

(and yes, i’ll make more cs gtky Sunday/CS Day posts, no idea now when :D)

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Dear Cat,

I’ll be there as soon as I can.  I am as impatient as you are to spend my time on more pleasurable things.  I wish I could blame my delay on a heroic rescue or precautionary quarantine or world-ending crisis.  But the truth is, I have to work.  

We poor stringers are paid by the word and I’m already on thin ice with Snapper having stretched the deadline of my last two assignments.  He was as relieved as anyone to hear you were alright and I think he gave me a pass on some of my slacking off, but I do need to keep my job, waiting lips notwithstanding.  And now he seems to be punishing me for my absence.

I had hoped to address the concerns of your previous letter in person, however since we are once-again forced to be apart, pen and paper will have to do.  So… Sit down and pay attention.

Whether you are recovering or sleeping or running an empire, you are stunning and perfect and breathtaking and how many times am I going to have to tell you this before you own your beauty?  Even without a speck of fancy makeup or an ounce of hairspray, you are everything I could ever want in a woman, so stop fretting and just get better.

You’ll always be safe with me.  And I know we talked about impossible promises, but this one I’m sure of.  When you are in my presence, not a curly hair on that brilliant head will come to harm.   You are mine, just as much as I am yours, and I take care of what’s mine.

I know none of this will be easy and I know we still have much to discuss.  We’ll wait until you’re feeling stronger.  Having you drift off mid-sentence while lecturing me on the complexities of what we’re facing was enough to tell me we have to take our time.  But being accustomed to superspeed makes ‘taking it slow’ a bit of an extra challenge for me.  On top of which, I can feel you beginning to talk yourself out of this, out of some kind of misplaced altruism or societal ageist insecurity.  Don’t.  I’m a big girl, Cat Grant.  Don’t make my decisions for me.  Hold onto that jealous streak, if that’s what keeps you with me, but I won’t let you push me away without a fight.

If anyone should be feeling completely out of her depth, it’s me…

You asked me what I’m sure you think was a rhetorical question.  It’s funny you should mention superpowered kisses.  I do have one, little-known, little-used power tied to my kiss.  Clark had to use it on Lois once, years ago, and he’s warned me of its danger too many times to count.  You have my word I won’t use it on you, unless you ask for it, but if there is ever something you’re desperate to forget, I may be able to help you.  I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.  Nothing about being with me will be normal, even though that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Yours and ready to shout it from the rooftops,