i have a thing for this photograph

modern!nessian series: part I

I. the photographer and the professional model

AN: Just a little thing I decided to try, hope you like it ;)

Inspired by this awesome edit by @highfaenesta​ <3

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Cassian likes to say: “With a camera in your hand, you’ve got the power to never let a moment pass.”

It will be yours forever.

For Nesta, it’s never been quite as deep as that.

Who cares if her smile is mysterious enough or if her hair looks just the perfect amount of messy?

Well, apparently people friggin’ care. And her face?

It sells.

It sells perfumes and jewelry and designer clothes. And the better the picture, the more it sells, and the more it sells, the bigger her paycheck.

So she calmly sits through hours of make-up, drinks those ridiculously awful kale smoothies that are supposed to make her skin all nice and worst of all - goes to gym every other day.

It’s a job and Nesta prides herself on being excellent at it. She knows which colours bring out her eyes best and what pose makes her look alluring. During a photo shoot, she’s able to control her face expression at all times.

Well…she used to be able to do it, anyway.

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“There is a photograph which, in the last days of the Empire, was published all over Russia, and was, I am informed, also published in western Europe and in America. It represents Rasputin sitting like an oracle in his lodgings, surrounded by ladies of the aristocracy. This photograph is supposed to illustrate the enormous hold which Rasputin possessed on the affections of the women of the Court. In plain language it is assumed to be a representation of Rasputin sitting in the midst of his harem. There has been no account published which, as far as I know, does not dwell on this phase of the Rasputin story, and there have been books published in which the most erotic letters, purporting to have been written him by the Empress herself and even by the innocent young Grand Duchesses, have been included, the publishers apparently never having inquired into their authenticity. … The photograph, however, is authentic. I figure in it myself, therefore I am in a position to explain it. 

It shows a group of women and men who after attending early Mass sometimes gathered around Rasputin for religious discourse, for advice on all manner of things, and probably on the part of some for the gratification of idle curiosity. I do not know whether or not in western countries religion produces in the neurotic and shallow-minded a kind of emotional excitement which they mistake for faith, but in Russia there was a time when this was so. For the most part, however, it was really serious people, men and women, who went after Mass to listen to the discourses of Rasputin. He was, as I have said, an unlettered man, but he knew the Scriptures and his interpretations were so keen and so original that highly educated people, even learned churchmen, liked to listen to them. In matters of faith and doctrine he could never be confused or confounded. Moreover, his sympathy and his charity were so wide and tender that he attracted women of narrow lives whose small troubles might have been dismissed as trivial by ordinary confessors.”

Anna Vyrubova: Memories of the Russian Court

“Excuse me, I must say Ginger was certainly the one – you know, the most effective partner I ever had. Everyone knows – that was a whole other thing, what we did. I just want to pay a tribute to Ginger, because we did so many pictures together, and believe me it was a value to have that gal. She had it. She was just great.” – Fred Astaire, in a 1976 interview with BBC1′s Michael Parkinson (photograph is from Ginger’s glorious Paris Vogue cover, shot by Horst P. Horst in 1936).

I’m back! Or at least I’m getting back

So our family grew up with one little princess couple weeks ago. The last months of the pregnancy was really hard and I really didn’t feel like playing. Now I’m ready to get back BUT. I’m super pissed and all the thing currently since something had happened to my laptop while I wasn’t using it and when I finally tried to open it, it refused to power up. And what does that mean? Well…. They couldn’t figure out the problem and just booted the whole laptop which means that I lost every single photograph, all my game saves, images, everything…. So now I have to start from scratch again and ugh….. You all know how frustrating it is when you have your saves going nicely with fifth generations already and then this happens… But there’s nothing I can do to that so now I’ll just start huge CC hunt and try to get back playing and publishing!

11 questions game!

Hey guys! I was tagged by the wonderful and amazing @imaginedolanscribbles 💕

Answer the 11 questions given to you by the person who tagged you. Ask 11 questions of your own. Tag 11 people!

Imaginedolanscribbles questions:

1. Are you introverted or extroverted?

I would say that I’m pretty introverted. I’m kinda shy and quiet around other people, but once you get to know me, there’s really no shutting me up 😂 I enjoy spending time by myself, I think it’s very important to have some Me Time. Time to relax, and just focus on yourself.

2: what did you want to be when you grew up?

This is written in past tense, but becuase In only sixteen I’m going to try to answer this question as honestly as possible. At this moment in time, I want to be a photographer or something of that nature. I love taking videos and editing them, I love taking photos, I love making things that I know have my own style in them. I also one day might want to be a YouTuber? I know that’s wishful thinking, but my goal is to try and make myself as happy as possible, and I can see myslef be really happy in that type of work. I also want to put my writing out in the world one day. We’ll see?

3: What is your weirdest habit?

Probably the fact that I cannot go to sleep without music? I have to listen to various songs before I can even think of closing my eyes, becuase the music just calms me down. Makes me forget whatever is on my mind, as I try to focus on the lyrics and instruments.

4: Is there something you do if there were no consequences?

Ummmm…probably run away? Skip school, and go camping 😂 I’ve never really been camping before, and just the thought of sleeping out under the stars, in a tent, with a fire blazing, and the crackle of a staticky radio station playing in the backround 👌🏻 I would do that.

5: Facorite fictional character?

JUDY HOPPS! honestly Zootopia is just my all time favorite Disney movie. She’s so positive and adorable, and the fact that she is voiced by Ginnifer Goodwin just makes it so much better!

6: Ideal place to live?

Near the beach. Can you just imagine living in a small beach town, where your only concern is work, and once you’re done with that, you get your bathing suit on and just spend all day on the beach? And then when it’s night time, you’re sitting on wooden logs by a fire, with denim shorts, and sweatshirt cuz the temperature has gone down after The Sun has left.

7: Have you ever built/ attempted to build a tree house?

My siblings and I tried to make one out of a card board box one time. It never went up in the tree though, instead it sat between two trees, and we would just go and sit in it. There was nothing in it. It was just a random box in the corner of our backyard 😂

8: Last concert/ stage production you attended?

I honestly cannot remember.

9: Do you think such a thing as the “perfect life” is possible/exists?

This one is kinda hard. So…I guess my thought is that it is possible, if you make it that way. Cuz life is what you make if, right? If you try and succeed in building the perfect life (nice house, family, steady job, extra money) then some would call it the perfect life. But others would disagree, depending on your view of a perfect life. Maybe the perfect life to you, is spending time with your friends, even though you may not have the best job, the best relationships with your family, the best education. I think you can have the perfect life depending on who you are as a person, and what your morales and ambitions are.

10: Want to have kids or no?

I kinda don’t? I might change my mind in the future, but for now I’m gonna say no. I have my reasons, one of the main ones being that I don’t want to have a kid that I cannot give everything to. I want my child to be taken cared of, to have a good education, and a bed to sleep in, and two parents with steady jobs that they know they can count on. The second reason being that I’m essentially a selfish person, and I want to get all my ducks in order before I decide to bring another human being into this world. I want to travel, I want to meet new people, I want to go to college, I want a chance to experience life so that when I have kids I can encourage them to do the same one day.

11: What languages do you speak?

I speak English, but I am taking Spanish at school! I would love to learn new languages, it definelty is a goal of mine!

My Questions!!

1: you have any pets?

2: What is something that is aesthetically pleasing to you?

3: what’s the last movie you saw and why did you like/hate it?

4: Favorite song at the moment?

5: I you could travel anywhere where would you go?

6: What is/was your favorite subject in school?

7: how are you?

8: favorite food?

9: facorite childhood game?

10: What would you name you’re future daughter/son

11: Flannel or silk pajamas?

I tag @aintnopartylikearobotparty @surfing-dolan @ethandolxn @datudolan @fxckdolanz @dangly-feather-earring-dolan @blue-streak-dolan @fiftyshadesofhissingdolans @dolans-making-me-crazy @graysonsbitch @baethandolan



depth of field, depth of feeling.

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“hey, take my picture here?” taehyung asks, already bounding off to the railing of the lumber walkway and snapping a few deliberate shots of his own. he turns and settles into place so the scenic view of the mountain and its cascading waterfall is artfully situated behind him. jungkook pops the cap off of his lens like a second nature and adjusts the camera’s settings to combat the bright, blaring rays of sunlight that have chosen to make an appearance after several days of stubborn overcast. he glances up from the apparatus and the other man is already smiling back at him, toothy and eager. jungkook’s heart flutters at a speed of approximately 1/1000th of a second and he thinks that the sun has some serious competition.


When you’re on a plane and you’re listening to your favourite music and you watch all the colours of the sunset transition like a lava lamp until darkness arrives like a blanket. 
When you sleep knowing you love someone and they love you back.
When you’re with friends and you feel things you never thought existed… a fuzzy sense of belonging and meaning you didn’t know you could feel.
Watching the dust swirl in the late afternoon light. 
Climbing into a soft bed, listening to music and sleepily thinking back on good memories from the day. 
Being close to someone that feels like home…You never thought you could love anyone this much. 
Reading something and it’s so real and beautifully written that it changes something in you. 
After you do your skincare and everything feels clean and smells nice.
Laughing so much with someone and for a rare moment, every cell in your body is happy. 
Putting your face into your warm towel after a long shower. 
Seeing someone cute and you briefly fall in love with them. 
When it’s evening and you’re on the balcony looking over the city lights and the stars and the moon seem to smile at you and you feel so insignificant but in a comforting way. 
Looking at someone and thinking “this is why I love them." 
Looking at someone doing normal things and they’re so beautiful you’re lost for words. 
Falling asleep on the car ride home after a long day of adventures. 
The excitement of arriving at the airport in a new city. 
When the sunlight looks nostalgic and it feels like you’re in a happy memory. 
Looking back on cute photographs and being transported back to that day. 
Being excited to see someone and they’re excited to see you too.
Random moments you think to yourself "you have to remember this moment forever." 
When someone does or says something nice and you’re so surprised and thankful and your heart is blushing. 
When you open the curtains in the morning and it’s sunny outside and the light floods into your room.
Misty mornings where the world’s edges are soft and blurred. 
Chewing the sweet pearls in milk tea. 
Going home on a Friday. 
Feeling the breeze on your face and red leaves swirling around you while riding a bike down a boulevard. 
When a song is perfect for your mood and it understands.
Being with someone that makes your heart feel warm, and you finally know what it’s supposed to feel like. 
When you’re lying on the grass watching the clouds and seeing animal shapes in them. 
When you can’t stop thinking about someone. 
Taking the first bite of something delicious and all the flavours and textures mix perfectly.
Wearing your favourite clothes and feeling pretty when you look into the mirror. 
Hugging someone you love and feeling happy inside and safe. 

That was a great time

Even more than the solid jokes, the moving content, and the interactivity, I enjoyed meeting new people.

There sure were a lot of us making a shitload of noise in that place (which is beautiful and I wish I could have photographed it properly).

I felt so much great energy. I feel like as a community we need to keep that energy alive and keep supporting each other so that we can make it through this thing called life.

Thanks @therealjacksepticeye for bringing some of us together. I think we all had a blast.

Congrats on three successful shows! Here’s to many more.

Victor’s failed Seduction

So I was rewatching Episode Three, and I noticed something.

Victor was trying REALLY hard to get Yuuri to notice that he was supposed to be the inspiration of Yuuri’s Eros.  I mean after giving Yuuri the assignment of figuring out what Eros means to him, Victor waltzes into the bath and does this:

And requests Yuuri to take a photo of him in the bath to post online.  Now the thing is, Victor’s been staying at the onsen for at least three weeks already, if not more.  So he should have 1) have already requested a picture in the baths before and 2) subsequently have known about the rule that photographs were not allowed in the baths.  

I’m under the impression he asked specifically to get Yuuri to look up and acknowledge his naked form.

REALLY!?”   Yes really Victor, you knew that already, you’re shameless.  Yuuri doesn’t take the bait and instead reiterates the rules.

Which then brings us to dinner, where Victor positions himself in front of Yuuri with his yukata wide open

I see what you’re doing there Victor… 

Yurio see what’ you’re doing there… unfortunately for you, Yuuri has NO IDEA what you’re doing there. 

Pork cutlet bowls.  THAT’S WHAT EROS IS TO HIM!  Sorry Victor, you gotta up your seduction game.  Evidently flaunting yourself in front of the man does NOTHING for him.  

In today’s Twitter clue, you can see “chef” much more clearly than yesterday. It also reveals the writing underneath the second man– many of us previously assumed it said “waiter”, when in reality, it says “butler”. 

Here’s something interesting I’d like to point out:

Look at the writing underneath our detective. It very clearly says “the” and something else- I cant quite make it out, and I don’t want to assume “detective” without more evidence. But let’s focus on “the” for a moment.

Take a look at the “h”, and then look at how well the bottom of the letters match up. 

That’s not handwriting.

That is from a typewriter.

In fact, let’s look back at the handwriting under the original picture as well, because that tells us something vitally important.

Those two words were not written by the same person. 

Whatever these names indicate, there are three different people recording them. 

Now, I’m going crazy with the implications of this handwriting. This part here is PURE speculation, but if I had to guess, the word “chef” was written by Wilford, “Butler” by Dark, and the words that are typed belong to the Host. That’s only based on the psychology we know from these characters– “Chef” is made with messy, bold, brash letters, written in all caps with a heavy hand. “Butler” is written in a lighter hand with more precise lettering, underlined with a flourish. And we have already seen numerous connections between the Host and typewriters. Again, that is ALL simply speculation, but it’s something to think about.

One last thing that this clue tells us:

Many are guessing that the crossed-out eyes signify the deaths of these characters. If that’s the case, then there is a good chance that this collection of photographs isn’t just something being revealed to us bit-by-bit, but is being shown to us in real time. Why? 

Because we may have just seen him alive two days ago.

it hurts that I always try so hard for people and they don’t even care what I do for them. I tear myself apart just to make someone smile, even if it ends up hurting me instead. I always see people doing everything for others but for me, they don’t. It’s like if I’m just a person they go to when they’re bored someone that is not relevant or important to their lives when they mean a lot to me. I rather have no one then have people who don’t love me the same way as I love and care for them.
—  p3arlfect on tumblr

“And suddenly you just know… it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.” ~Meister Eckhart

Wishing my dear friend, Pete @thevortexofourminds/ @tvoom​, a very Happy Birthday!! You are an inspiration to our community. Thank you for always encouraging and supporting us with your love, “humor?” 😄 and knowledge!! I hope you have a magical day full of all things fun and delicious!! Much love and *BIG HUGS* to you!! ~Angie 💖💖


Poirot gets a rose named after him at The Chelsea Flower Show 1935

Yoko Taro’s “Scenario Writing & Manipulating the Heart of Human” Presentation

Written by Yoko Taro (Director of NieR Automata), Translated by me

The most important thing in making game design is “imagining” . The world consists of 2 things, “I” in the center and “Others” around it. A collection of “Others” is the rest of the world. 

The act of expressing and manipulate the heart of others is like throwing stones to someone’s sea of mind, making ripples. However, since I don’t know the heart of others, I need to “imagine” what the ripple looks like.

Here’s a picture searched with the keyword “sexy”. Some people think that this is sexy, but perhaps there are a lot of exposures and some people might feel uncomfortable. Some people might also think that it’s strange to wears flashy outfit when swimming.  [TL Note: The original presentation had a more flashy picture, but we changed it here so it could be more SFW]

A picture can cause a different kind of ripples in the hearts of others. And it’s important to imagine this. To the utmost, a kind of belief thinking “a girl in swimsuit is sexy”  is not an imagination but a delusion.

However, the ripples that arise in the hearts of others can be manipulated. Here’s a picture of cute kittens. Some people might think that they’re cute and adorable. But for the people that have an allergy to a cat might afraid of them.  Then here is when I put the caption “Abused and abandoned kittens”. the atmosphere of the photograph is changed so much.

With this, a lot of people will feel sorry for the kitten on the photograph. If that was a picture of a masculine man they probably would not think that way. Analyzing this, if there’re weak things being put in an unreasonable circumstances, people will think that it’s a poor thing. In another word, you can manipulate others’ minds by attaching captions in it. 

When there’re two people. One thinks “Anime is cool” and the other thinks that “Anime is awful”, the correct answer is “Both are correct”. As others’ minds are varied and it is impossible target everyone, a mass or a niche strategy must be considered carefully. In addition, if you want to do something unique, you must understand the standards.

Based on above’s analysis, it is necessary for creators to know what their battlefield is. And after you fully understand the battlefield, then “You can make a Mess of it”.

More Yoko Taro Presentation: Gun Soccer - Soccer + FPS that connected to Drakengard / NieR Lore


One Wedding, One Destiny
A Kingdom Hearts Themed Wedding
July 15, 2017

Part 2: The Wedding Party

After two years of planning it finally happened! There’s so much to share so be sure to be follow along. Here are the rest of the parts:

Part 1: The Couple
Part 3: The Decor
Part 4: The Ceremony
Part 5: The Reception
Part 6: The Cake
Part 7: Everything Else

Keep reading for more details and things the photographer missed.

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Me ‘n Vio are going on an adventure

A book adventure!

Vio:  Look!  It’s me!


Daisy Ridley photographed by Inez & Vinoodh for V Magazine, Winter 2017

“My first lead role was ridiculous and amazing for a first film, and for a film in general. I have an amazing agent. I feel really fucking lucky. I’m a big believer in timing and I didn’t have a job after [Star Wars], and I thought, Oh my God, I thought my life was going to be busier now. I had to take a couple weeks off, and then Orient came up, so that felt perfect. Then I was able to fit in two things easily, both of which I really wanted to do. I thought timing wouldn’t work out, but it did. I don’t have a plan. There are things I want to do that I’m too scared to do currently: I really want to do a play and right now, I feel like I’m barely finding my legs doing film. So, eventually I’ll do that. There is no plan. For the most part, it’s just floating on the breeze.”

The Proposal

“Oh, look, Draco. It’s Mr. O’Sullivan, the Arithmancer. We should introduce ourselves,” Harry said in an overly-chipper tone.

Draco eyed his boyfriend speculatively over his glass of champagne. Harry usually hated Ministry events such as this, and he hated meeting the people there even more. Draco did not for one second believe that Harry wanted to meet Mr. O’Sullivan, especially considering that the man’s job was one of the most boring in the Wizarding World.

“Should we now?” Draco asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

“I just said we should, didn’t I?” Harry kept talking in that annoyingly buoyant way and Draco rolled his eyes.

“If you insist, love.”

Harry and Draco crossed the crowded room, Harry’s hand placed possessively on Draco’s lower back. The smile on Harry’s face was about a mile wide when they reached Mr. O’Sullivan. Draco was smiling too, but not in the manic way that Harry was, his was simply a polite nice-to-meet-you smile.

“Mr. O’Sullivan?” Harry said and the middle-aged man who had been gazing out the window turned to face the two gentlemen.

“Yes? Oh, my. It’s you.” O’Sullivan’s eyebrows lept up to where his hairline should’ve been, had he not been bald. Draco’s smile widened almost imperceptibly, as he found it quite amusing when people twice his age were awed to be in the presence of his boyfriend.

“Yes, it’s me,” Harry responded. “I’ve heard that you’re a very talented Arithmancer and I wanted to introduce myself.”

O’Sullivan turned a horrid shade of scarlet as he said, “Oh, my. Oh, my. That’s very kind of you, Mr. Potter, but I’m just one of many Arithmancers in the world. But you, Mr. Potter, there’s only one of you. It’s such an honor to meet you.” O’Sullivan gazed admirably at Harry and only when Draco cleared his throat did he seem to realize that Harry was not alone. “Oh dear. I’m sorry. It’s an honor to meet you as well, Mr. …”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” Draco said, forcing himself to ignore the way O’Sullivan’s eyes widened as he realized that Harry Potter was accompanying an ex-Death Eater.

When O’Sullivan failed to reply, Harry spoke up, “He’s my fiancé.”

It was now Draco’s turn for his eyebrows to rise to his hairline and his eyes to widen. He and Harry weren’t engaged. If they were, Draco was fairly certain he would know about it.

“Congratulations,” O’Sullivan said. He didn’t sound like he meant it.

“Thank you,” Harry said, his smile as ardent as ever. He promptly led still-confused Draco away from O’Sullivan without so much as a goodbye.

Once they were a safe distance away from O’Sullivan, Draco blurted, “Engaged? Are you completely insane? We’re not engaged!”

Harry winked and replied, “Not yet, we’re not.”

Draco looked at his boyfriend like he was a madman, but was too stunned to argue.

“Oh, look!” Harry’s gleeful voice rang out like a bell. “There’s Mrs. and Mrs. Oswell. Let’s go meet them!”

And for the rest of the night, Harry kept introducing Draco to everyone they encountered as his fiancé. It wasn’t until they were strolling down the streets of Muggle London on the way back to their flat that Draco got to question Harry.

“What the fuck just happened?” Draco said. He tugged on Harry’s hand and whined, “You can’t just go around telling people we’re engaged when we’re not!”

“We will be, soon enough,” Harry said cryptically.

“That’s the most vague yet prophetic thing I’ve heard that didn’t come out of Dumbledore’s mouth.”

Harry chuckled and smirked smugly.

“Are you going to propose or what?” Draco asked anxiously.

“Yes,” Harry answered.

“You are? When?”


Draco elbowed Harry and scowled. “Soon? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

Harry laughed again. “Yep. Deal with it, Malfoy.”

“Are you kidding me?” Draco let go of his boyfriend’s hand and pouted pettishly.

“Calm down. You knew this was going to happen soon anyway. You’ve been leaving ‘hints’ for me all over the place. You think I didn’t notice when our Froot Loops were transfigured to look like rings?”

Draco had stopped listening to Harry and started ranting about all the things he needed to know about the proposal. “Is it going to be fancy and romantic with rose petals and all that? Or are you just going to hide the ring inside a burrito like a hooligan? Because, I love you Harry, but I’m not willing to risk my life by eating something that contains a ring I could choke on. Which means that I can’t eat anything until you propose. Oh, and what if it’s in public? I’ll have to practice my shocked face. You’re not going to have, like, a secret photographer or anything who jumps out and takes pictures when you get down on one knee, are you? I think I might have a heart attack if you do. Shit. And now I’m also going to have to look really nice everyday.”

Harry shook his head in amusement and touched Draco’s cheek fondly. “Slow down, babe. Everything’s going to be okay. And by the way, you already look really nice.”

Draco sighed and allowed Harry to pull him into his arms. “Thanks, love, but there’s a difference between casually looking really nice and getting engaged looking really nice.”

Harry chuckled. He broke the hug so he could kiss Draco. “Well, I think you look nice enough to get engaged right now,” Harry said slyly.

“You mean-” Draco started and Harry nodded.

“The ring is in my pocket,” Harry told him. Draco nearly stopped breathing right then and there.

Harry smiled as he got down on one knee and retrieved a white velvet box from his dress robes. He snapped open box to reveal two rings, one gold and one silver. “Dra-” was all Harry got to say before Draco interrupted him.

“Yes,” Draco said, his eyes fixed on Harry’s.

“You have to let me ask you first,” Harry pointed out.

Draco frowned. “Fine.”

“Draco Malfoy, I love you and I cannot imagine a life in which I don’t. You-”

“Yes,” Draco said, cutting off Harry again.

“Not yet,” Harry said, a bit irritably.

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry went on, “You’re my keeper, my person, my everything. I want you to be my husband too. Will you-”


“Stop doing that. I’m trying to make a memorable moment here.”

“Right now the only thing memorable about this moment is how much of an insufferable prat you’re being.”

Harry scoffed. “I’m the insufferable prat?”

Draco groaned loudly. “You’re killing me, Potter. Would you just ask me to marry you already?”

“Fine,” Harry said petulantly. Then, tenderly, “Will you marry me?”

There was a beat of silence and Draco didn’t say anything.

“Are you for real right now?” Harry asked.

“Well, I don’t know if I want to marry you anymore. You were being mean,” Draco said, crossing his arms childishly.

“You kept interrupting me! Will you just fucking marry me already?”

Draco stroked his chin, pretending to consider before finally answering, “Yes. Of course I will, you git.”

Harry grinned and laughed. He slid the silver ring onto Draco’s finger and the gold onto his own. After shoving the box back into his pocket, he stood again and pecked Draco lightly on the lips.

“That’s it? That’s our engagement kiss?” Draco said.

Harry laughed wickedly and dragged Draco into a nearby alley.  

“No, this is our engagement kiss,” he said. He pulled Draco into a deep, passionate kiss and Draco Disapparated in an instant, apparently very eager to celebrate the engagement in a deeper, more passionate way.