his bow

Height
  • Draco is taller than Harry
  • But not by one or two inches though
  • By over a foot
  • At first Harry didn’t notice, because Draco tried to stay seated as often as possible
  • And when he stood or walked his shoulders were hunched and his head was bowed low
  • Since the war and trials that followed almost every trace of pride in his demeanour had been erased
  • Draco hates his newfound height
  • His legs won’t fit underneath the school benches
  • The dormitory entrance is so low he keeps banging his head against it
  • And the people who want to look down on him, who deserve to look down on him, need to crane their neck upwards to see his face
  • Which causes them to hate him even more
  • When Pansy sees him struggle, she starts to wear high spiked heels around him
  • Blaise follows suit
  • And it helps, because now people notice them before Draco
  • Except Harry of course, who just keeps staring at the blond like he’s the only thing in the world worth looking at
  • Which, according to a half drunk confession made by one H. Potter, he totally is, and what does it matter that Blaise is wearing high heels Ron? He’s never going to be prettier that Malfoy anyway
  • “Well, if Malfoy’s so pretty, then why don’t you go annoy him instead of me?” A more than half drunk Ron tells him, because Zabini looks nice in heels, but he’ll never outclass Hermione, and he’d like some alone time with her to tell her just that
  • So Harry goes out to find Draco
  • And he finally notices their height difference when he quite literally bumps into the pale boy
  • Because even for a half drunk Harry it’s hard to miss that he’s not standing nose to nose with his former nemesis
  • He’s standing nose to a-bit-below-the-nipples with him
  • “You’re tall.” Harry mumbles as he looks up (and up and up and up)
  • “You’re tiny.” Draco shoots back, a little bit of his snark coming back to him now that he’s more used to the stares (and also quite tipsy)
  • “How can you kiss when you’re so tall?” 
  • “Care to find out, Potter?”
  • And that’s how Drarry happened
Lovingly yours-NewtxReader

A/N: Someone requested either Newt, Stephen or Jack being spoiled. And I haven’t done Newt in a while, so here y'all are. Hope you like anon!!! ❤️ Short and sweet.

Originally posted by xoxoeddie

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Newt sat at his desk, head bowed against his palm as the quill moved quickly along the parchment. He looked stressed, exhausted, and so unlike the usual mirthful wizard you came to love. Work had been hectic for the magizoologist lately, with the new discovery of another magical creature and all. And Newt had hardly slept a wink the past week. You felt for him, truly you did, and as desperate as you were to make his life just a tad easier, you didn’t want to interfere too much.

“Come on now, Pickett…rather busy.”

You grinned at the two of them, watching as Newt held a hand up for the bowtruckle to clamber onto. It was clear Pickett had no intention of leaving the wizard’s side, but you knew he had much to get done, so with a soft sigh you pushed open the door to his study.

“Pickett, leave him be.”

Newt glanced up when your sweet voice hit his ear, and his lips stretched into a smile, his green eyes lightning up. He always enjoyed your company, and he couldn’t help but feel that familiar guilt of overworking himself and neglecting you. Though you always said it was fine, he could tell you wanted more time with him, like he so badly wanted with you.

“Hello, darling.”

He beamed, reaching out as he dropped his quill and Pickett gently down on the desk. He grabbed your hand in his, kissing the back of it, and pressing his lips upon your knuckles before pulling you into his lap. You giggled softly, wrapping both arms around his neck before looking down at his latest writings. You pushed some pages away, barely understanding any of the terms or scientific topics he went over. But, you admired it nonetheless, knowing he was more than capable of adequately describing his latest discovery.

“Almost done, dear?”

“Not quite, my love.” Newt rested his cheek against your shoulder, closing his drained eyes momentarily. It was far too tempting to lay like this, and sleep was no doubt creeping up on him. But, despite the overwhelming need to lift you in his arms and take you both to bed, he lifted his head and rubbed at his eyes.

“Just another hour, darling. I promise to-”

“Nonsense.” You playfully scolded, kissing his forehead and running a hand through his messy locks. You knew how important this was to him, he could rest later. Of course you wanted him to reenergize, but you also knew how much unfinished work troubled the wizard. “I’ll make you some tea, mend the fire, and cook you a lovely meal. And you-”

You kissed his cheek, hugging him to you as you continued your appreciation for him. “Will continue your very important work, because those creatures out there need you more than I do right now.”

Newt looked amused at that, raising an eyebrow as he pulled you close and left tender kisses upon your neck. That same playful touch behind them making you blush, and bite your lip.

“So you don’t need me, my love?” He said, nuzzling your cheek lovingly. You knew he was just teasing, but there was a spirited meaning behind it. As if he was suddenly more interested in you than the papers scattered along his desk.

“Newt…” You pushed at his chest, climbing off his lap and picking up his empty cup of tea. “Continue with that, and you won’t be getting any work done.”

He laughed, turning in his chair as he watched you leave the room, eyes roaming down your body. “I’ll try to finish fast then.”

“Earl Gray?” You shook the mug in your hand, smiling back at him.

He simply returned the gesture, tired eyes sparkling with love as he answered. “Earl Gray.”

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A/N: Feedback me, loves. If you can and want to lol

anonymous asked:

"Don't you think you can fall back in love with me?" For Wham, please??

Seeing Alexander again was like being doused with cold water - unwanted, unpleasant, and not something shaken off with ease. Alexander gave him the shortest of glances.

It should have been simple to get the opportunity to be alone with Alexander, but George knew very well that what should be was not always the same as what was. It was chance it had happened at all, but George knew better than to go against fate. 

He had turned a corner and had run into none other than Alexander - the same man who had been occupying his every thought for weeks. George didn’t think before he reacting, placing his hand on Alexander’s shoulder and guiding him to a nearby empty room. Alexander was stiff under his hand, but he could suffer through slight discomfort. He needed this.

George shut the door behind him and bowed his head, needing Alexander to say the first word. It had been him who had sent Alexander away, a dismissal and an envelope shoved into his young lover’s hand. 

It could have been an hour that was spent in silence, but George new better than to move. He didn’t look up, but he could feel the weight of Alexander’s eyes on him. There was a creak on the floorboards, and delicate fingers hooked under his chin and forced him to look up.

Alexander’s eyes were narrowed, furious. “You dare.”

George said nothing.

“You bring me in here, knowing very well that if I wanted to speak to you I would have, and yet you go out of your way to trap me with no way out. What for, sir?” Alexander spit the last word out and George winced.

He took in a breath. “I need to see you.”

“You’ve seen me.”

George swallowed. “I needed to speak with you, to know. I need to know you, now that time has passed.’

Alexander’s eyes hardened. “You don’t deserve that.”

He closed his eyes. “No, I don’t,” he admitted. “But I need it anyway.”

“Fine,” Alexander spat out. The hand disappeared from his chin, and Alexander stepped away, heels clicking on the wood as he started to pace across the floor. “Fine. You broke my heart, sir. I had told myself I knew better than to expect romancing, and yet my heart didn’t listen. Betsey has soothed the ache, of course, but it’s not the same. I loved you, so much. And yet with a cold look and a turn of your heel, you managed to make that go away. Something that had filled every inch of my being for so long, suddenly gone. Do you know what that feels like?” Alexander was screaming by the end of it, hands clenched tight as his side.

George ran a hand down his face. “I might have an idea,” he said, voice low, not mean for Alexander to hear.

“An idea?” Alexander stepped closer. “You might have an idea what it’s like to have your heart ripped out by the man you had idolized and devoted so much to for so long? You might have an idea of what it’s like to go years without a word, clinging on the hope that it was just a misunderstanding, and have that hope fade away when you hear nothing?”

“Yes!” George stepped forward. “I do! But I suppose that doesn’t matter!” his chest was heaving. “You won’t listen anyway, so strong are your own beliefs.” He laughed. “I always admired that about you, you know, But what I admire doesn’t matter, I just have a question for you.”

“And what is that question?”

“Do you still love me?” George had wanted the strength provided by his anger to carry through, but it didn’t - he sounded weak, like a child.

Alexander laughed. “Do I still love you?” he mocked. “After what you did? No.”

George felt his eyes burn with tears. He blinked them away, and reached a hand forward to clutch in Alexander’s jacket, close enough for the first time in years. He almost sobbed - so close, but the look on Alexander’s face told him that miles might as well have separated them. “Do you think you could again? Love me? Again?”

“That’s a second question, sir.”

His grip tightened. “Please.”

“No,” Alexander sneered. “Now, I really must get going. Good day, sir.”

// secretly we all love angst sentence starters // ko-fi

anonymous asked:

Hey I started shipping Zhin x Sha Lin and I need hcs(Idk)(btw I love ur blog!)

EEEEY I’VE FOUND SOMEONE ELSE, PLEASE BE MY FRIEND. TALK TO ME -Mod Evie

-After battles, the both of them would usually sit down and have cups of herbal chinese tea and reflect on how each other and themselves have done. While Zhin is harsher and more blunt with his words (he still cares!), Sha Lin would advise the latter with calm and encouraging phrases.

-Sha Lin would often join Zhin when he’s sharpening his sword and work on his own bow and arrows. He tries to be discreet, but Zhin helps Sha Lin with adjusting his weapon in small ways such as passing him tools.

-Zhin is not someone who initiates physical signs of affection such as hugs, but he doesn’t mind when Sha Lin holds his hand or whatever. He’d act annoyed, but both know he does enjoy such gestures.

-Sha Lin knows Zhin wanted more out of life other than being known as the Tyrant whom many feared, so occasionally, should the occasion arise, they’d both go to festivals wearing hoods or altering their usual appearance. Zhin greatly appreciates this, and would sometimes give Sha Lin hand’s a squeeze as a sign of thanks.

-If Zhin was upset, Sha Lin would talk about other things that Zhin liked such as weaponry and fire, possibly art to distract him. (… IDK man?) If Sha Lin was upset, Zhin would sit next to him and let him rant, sometimes offering to go end the one who had upset the archer. One time Zhin really did try to kill the person who made Sha Lin angry, and Sha Lin had to drag him all the way back to base and remind him that that was not how things were usually resolved.

- Zhin, whom I believe wakes up earlier most of the time, would help tuck the blanket on Sha Lin, who tosses and turns in his sleep. Sha Lin would help comb Zhin’s hair in the morning if he, by some miracle, woke up earlier than Zhin.

the-wonderpegs-agenda  asked:

"Accidentally capture the wrong base"? .....tell us more? Please?

this was before we got agent agent back as our handler, and part of the reason why he finally turned up for work again. 

so the thing about clint is that hes 1. not a good listener and 2. hes deaf. mostly. these are separate issues because being mostly deaf doesnt stop him from understanding what people are saying most of the time, it just means that you have to be sure he knows youre trying to communicate with him before you say something. (and also that you should make sure your mask doesnt cover your mouth so he can lipread, but whatever.)

we had this agent—incredibly boring guy in the worst sort of way–who’d requested clint, nat, and i for an op. nat and i were supposed to hit two of the leaders of a crime syndicate while clint got the third. easy peasy, kill some guys, free some hostages, small country liberated, total cakewalk. but the agent running the op and the briefing took FOREVER. he was talking us through like none of us had ever overthrown a country before, explaining every minute detail. nat and i could just kinda zone out and let things wash over us, picking up the pertinent details, but clint cant really do that. his hearing aids help but they weren’t perfect, so he also had to be kinda lipreading just to keep up. which takes a lot of focus for incredibly boring info. naturally he zoned out too.

which was how he missed the fact that his guy was not actually staying in his incredibly fortified base-slash-villa. his hostages were, but he wasn’t. 

luckily, they covered this in the briefing packet we were each provided with, which was a mere 362 pages. 

so obviously none of us actually read it.

we poked through, got blueprints, guard schedules, alarm systems and so on, but didnt bother with most of the rest of it. 

they dropped us in the air over each of our respective targets, clint last. i had the cliffside resort, nat had the downtown headquarters, and clint had the base-villa. nat and i handled ours like pros, of course, corpses everywhere, and clint did too–mowed right through the security, got the hostages, and then called in that his syndicate leader wasnt there, what the hell, who gave me this bad intel.

which was when he was informed that the big bad wasnt IN the villa, he was on the ISLAND ACROSS from the villa, and that hed been supposed to covertly infiltrate the beach house there and quietly capture him. ideally without ever setting foot in the villa; he was just supposed to steal a boat from the villa docks and not get spotted by security. 

unfortunately, clint had blown up all the watercraft at the villa’s docks to keep syndicate members from escaping. which meant he still had to get to the island and capture this guy, but now there were no motorboats left. and if this syndicate jerkoff got away, fury was gonna have his hide.

and thats how clint wound up launching a one-man amphibious assault on an international crime syndicate from a paddleboat.

and also why clint reads his briefings now. 

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archer with a sword

it has been a very good but very tiring birthday, and i am (allegedly) a very old old man. so im gonna take my huge pile of loot to bed and cuddle all my new guns and knives. 

WHEN (not if, get fucked if people cancel this film series) we get more films

I can’t wait for the other Rangers to get their weapons

I liked the little homage to Trini’s daggers when she threw whatever it was she grabbed at Rita, she’d be awesome with a pair of badass yellow power daggers, literally the only one immediately competent with her weapons and she overuses them, she needs to like…calm down maybe not everything is “I bet I can hit that with a dagger”

Zack had his pick axe action when they were digging out the coins, so imagine when he gets his power axe like this dude is going to LOVE HIS DAMN AXE LOOK AT MY AXE GUYS. BOOM. BOULDER IS NOW TWO BOULDERS. He’s like Thor but with an axe. He names it.

Billy smacking people around with his power lance, swinging it around like awww yea, knives on each end apologising like crazy when he accidentally cracks Kim around the head with it, and really doesn’t when he wins several spars purely from tripping the others over with it

Kim getting annoyed because the others keep whistling the Mockingjay tune when she draws her power bow back, she keeps getting asked what her elf eyes see and can we all just stop calling her Hawkeye and or Merida pls thanks, let her just take this damn shot

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“What? Is the bow that lame?” 

Friend’s tell you when u got a googly eye on ur face. BFFs just wait to see how long it takes until you notice. it took an hour