flameing hair


dan and phil meme: [3/5] favorite danisnotonfire videos ≡ How NOT to Stay Cool 

i’ll probably make the exact same video as this in december, instead just talking about it being mildly cold but, dammit, i’m british and complaining is what we do best.

Even within a flickering flame I can see the left over shadows of you dancing. Maybe it wouldn’t burn so much if the colour of fire when it moves wasn’t reminiscent of your eyes. And at night when the world is supposed to be one, when all I want is to wake up like we did before with small smiles and lazy laughs that merge into one because we’re more the same than anything else. You’ll be miles away. And I can still smell you in my hair.
—  bits and pieces of what could be anything
In the Firelight of Christmas

It was Christmas Eve and the quiet murmur of Gryffindors echoed in the common room. The fire was glowing softly and its embers in the shape of snowflakes reached up toward the chimney. Past the frosted windows, snow was flurrying onto the castle.

There were only five teenagers lounging in the common room, all of whom were blissfully oblivious to the brewing war outside the castle walls.

One of them was slumped on the floor against the sofa; Marauder’s Map in hand, snoring softly. A record player lay in front of him. It was playing slow Muggle Christmas waltzes covered by witches. Celestina Warbeck’s voice danced around the room.

On the worn sofa, there was a girl with flaming red hair in the arms of a boy wearing glasses. He was holding her close to his chest, as if he could protect her from anything. They both snuggled under the warmth of a quilt as they watched the flames move up and down in the fireplace. A ghost of a smile was on both of their faces; the boy’s chin lying on top of the girl’s head.

“Lily?” The boy weaved his fingers with hers.

“Mm?” Lily answered absently.

“I love you.”
Those three words. Each so simple yet holding the power of the universe around them. Although James told her this a lot, her heart never failed to beat faster and faster. They could be in the middle of a fight he would simply yell that he loves her. Although Lily complained, she knew she loved it. And she knew she loved him, until the very end.

James and Lily continued to cuddle until they slowly fell asleep.

Opposite the sofa of that couple, two young boys were sitting on an overstuffed armchair also facing the fire. One of them was wearing a cozy jumper and reading a book. His untidy hair seemed to glow in the soft light of the fire. With the other boy’s legs strewn across his and his head resting on his shoulder, he was a perfectly content werewolf, thank you very much (added to the fact that a steaming mug of hot cocoa was sitting next to him). The second boy was cuddled up next to the reader. This boy’s dark hair was in a hasty bun, several strands framing his face. He was asleep and nuzzling the other’s neck like a dog would. The reader looked down at him with affection in his eyes and kissed his forehead.

“Sirius?” the boy whispered.

He was answered with incoherent mumbling. He chuckled lightly and glanced at the red and gold clock above the fireplace.

“Sirius, wake up. It’s just two minutes ’til Christmas.”
Sirius rubbed his face and opened his eyes.

“Oh shite, did I fall asleep? Sorry, Re,” Sirius said apologetically as he leaned in closer, “But you’re going to love my gift for you,” he added mischievously.

“Can’t wait,” Remus murmured and gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss.

Sirius touched his cheek, his gaze never wavering from Remus’s. “How’re you feeling from last week? You still look exhausted. And pale. You need to eat more.”

Remus’s eyes glinted with amusement at his boyfriend’s concern for his ‘furry little problem’. “I’m quite alright now. I just want to get into bed.”

“Ah well, you know I can always help you with that. Anytime,” he looks at his imaginary watch, “In fact, let’s go up right now so I can make sweet love to –”

The large clock interrupted him as it struck midnight, officially making it Christmas Day. If you listened closely, you could hear the cheers and happiness from around the castle.

“Happy Christmas, Sirius,” Remus told him, pure joy radiating off him.

“You too, babe,” he wrapped his arms around Remus’s waist and gave him the best Christmas present he could’ve asked for.

Hunger [TianShan Week: 3]

Day 3: Hunger

→ a strong desire; need for food.

← Day 2: Dear One


You scowled at me in the hallway and I could only look at your lips, cracked and lined and red as a sky in a nuclear fallout.

I thought, for a moment, that you might have been looking at mine.

To Redhead,

I saw you fight and it was bloody-knuckled and you moved like you were used to bracing, and flinching, and hiding when a fist shadowed the pale skin of your face. You moved like there was a fire and you were breathing smoke in your nose, and I thought that perhaps the gaps between your teeth would lick of charcoal and graphite and leave black stains on the eggshell underside of my wrist.  

For Red,

You stood in my home and your shadow darkened the window where I stood and you shied from my cigarette skin. You gleamed pale and lambent in the city lights and your hair flamed like you were a comet and I was detritus floating in your space.

One day, I would like to be in your orbit.

Dear Don’t Close Mountain,

I saw your name today on a board and it tasted funny on my tongue. I stretched it to four syllables so it would last longer and it meant I could savour it. I think it was a poor decision.

I touched my tongue with your tongue and it was wet and warm and didn’t surprise me until you started crying. I wondered, after, what those tears might taste like, too. I am sorry I am trying to eat you alive. I’m sorry I left you bruised and broken and scarred your skin in ways that I might see if I looked beneath your clothing; I’m sorry I left you bruised and broken and scarred your skin in ways I couldn’t see.

I would change mine for yours except mine would swallow you like acid and you are still almost whole.

Dearest Mo Guan Shan,

I’m polluting your flowerbeds with my cigarette ends. I would like to taste the thing that you once made me, and I have tried and failed because I didn’t know what you put in it that I couldn’t see.

You put something in it, didn’t you? Maybe it was the spilled bottle. I almost asked you but you were pale in my jacket and my blood was soaking your veins, and I could see I was stretching you thin enough to see your blood and my veins and how you trembled with every shivering heartbeat that could pulse into my mouth.

But you would never let me get that close. Would you.


I have never been hungry before, and now I am made of caves and voids and holes that are starless spaces begging to be loaded, niches and alcoves of light that are slick with petrol fluid and ash is dangling between my lips.

I have never hungered before but it’s going to set me on fire, and I can live with your fever but you can’t live with my flames.

I am inked with shadows and they will taste like diesel but you can feast from me if you want, every unadorned, unguarded part of me that will rise to your mouth. I know you couldn’t bear the taste of me; you cannot take the sound and the sight and the bare feel of me.

I will trade touches for taste. My stomach is a cavern and you have pulled the blood from my veins like it is string.

I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I am a benediction and a sin and I will take anything.

I have never starved before.


Pokemon - INCENEROAR (W.I.P)

The Heel Pokemon.

Basically, I’ve been working on improving this guy and hes gone really well so far. However i’m away for mcm London this weekend so i thought i would post him as a w.i.p for now. However im planning on doing the full evo line for him, littens and all! 

If you haven’t checked out his trailer, do so now, he looks pretty damn over dramatic and i love him for that.