The traditional Altean masquerade ball! Neither was particularly interested in it, but Lance bet Pidge couldn’t get the juniberri princess to dance with her, there was no way she could refuse it, right? And maybe it turns out the princess is not so bad…
If you don’t think McGonagall was invited to James and Lily’s wedding you’re wrong
She was in her office working late one night when she heard tapping on the window; it was an owl, carrying a letter labelled « Minnie »
So of course she knew who it was from
ngl she teared up a little at the thought that Lily and James were getting married, in spite of the war, and that they’d invited her to the wedding
She wondered for a (very short) while if it would be appropriate for her to attend her former students’ wedding, but oh who was she kidding - this was James Potter and Lily Evans, of course she was going
She showed up in a long bottle green silk dress, and a high bun with green feathers sprouting from it
Of course Sirius was the first to spot her when she arrived
He offered her his arm (« you look ravishing tonight, Minnie ») and escorted her to her seat
She didn’t even try to conceal her tears during the ceremony
she was so proud
later Marlene dares Sirius to ask McGonagall for a dance
Sirius looks offended
« I don’t need to be dared to ask Minnie for a dance! I was going to anyway! »
« Minnie, would you care to dance with me? »
« Mr Black, I hardly think this would be appropriate! And may I ask again that you stop using that name! »
« Come on Minnie, you know you love it. One dance? »
*deep sigh from McGonagall*
« Alright, Black. One dance »
Sirius winks at James as he dances with McGonagall
James is dancing nearby with Lily
He looks so betrayed it’s comical
« Excuse me Lily I must go dance with Minnie right now »
Lily rolls her eyes
« sometimes I wonder if you don’t love her more than you love me » she groans
but she smiles and goes off to dance with Alice
James approaches Sirius and McGonagall and clears his throat
« excuse me, Minnie, do you think I could have this dance? »
Sirius looks bewildered (« uh, mate, can’t you see I’m dancing with Minnie?? »)
« Ah, yes, Padfoot, but this is my weeding. I do what I want »
To their surprise, McGonagall nods, « you know, Black, Mr Potter’s got a point.. »
James smirks at Sirius, who stares at them for a second then stomps away mumbling to himself like the drama queen that he is
McGonagall may tell James how proud she is of him while they dance
James may find his eyes to be a wee bit watery for a second
After a while, Sirius reappears
James starts to make a speech about how Sirius should quit trying already (« I am the groom, Padfoot, therefore I am the one who gets to dance with Minnie » *severe eye-rolling from McGonagall*)
but Sirius cuts him off by saying « Prongs, I didn’t come here to ask Minnie to dance with me. I came to ask you. »
« Oh. Well in that case » — he turns to McGonagall — « Minnie, if you’ll excuse us »
James takes Sirius by the waist and they start dancing
Almost half an hour later, Lily sits down next to a grinning McGonagall and sighs « you know, sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t love him more than he loves either or us »
CASSIAN // The true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty.
I didn’t think the others gave him enough credit—for noticing the shift in someone’s emotional current. To command legions, I supposed, he needed to be able to read that sort of thing, judge when his soldiers or enemies were strong or breaking or broken.
“I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”
Cassian had been born for this—these fields, this chaos and brutality and calculation. I’d never seen anything like it—the skill and precision. It was like a dance. I must have said it aloud because Mor replied, “For him, that’s what battle is. A symphony.”
Cassian’s own voice broke as he said, “I never got to repay your mother—for her kindness. Let me do it this way. Let me buy you time.”
If you say anything bad about Kihyun, just unfollow me right now. Kihyun doesn’t steal all the lines, he does not deserve to be called racial slurs, and he does belong in Monsta X. He does not get a choice in how many lines he gets so how is that his fault? If you guys want to complain about how many lines he gets and how he’s “stealing” them from other members, go complain to starship, don’t slander Kihyun for doing his job and what he loves.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, the Japanese manual for Parappa the Rapper 2 has this papercraftish design of Parappa’s room printed on the opposite side. If you fold it the right way you can REALLY give him something to lose sleep over
(A/N): I thought this request was so fucking cute and honestly, Chris can dance so well???
Request: Can I request a Chris EvansxReader where reader is an actress too and instead of Liz, reader goes on Ellen show with him and plays that dancing bit and the whole dating thing but have it be true? Please and thank you!
You smiled as Ellen finally got to the topic everyone was dying to know about, whether or not you and Chris Evans were really a thing.
“So, I’ve read that you two are dating, is that true?” Ellen smiles at the two of you, clearly eager to know whether the rumors or not were true.
“Yeah- yeah we are,” You smile, laughing when the audience roars to life.
“We’re actually engaged,” Chris smiles, he too laughing as the audience cheers loudly.
“Are you guys really?” Ellen asks, her face taking on a mild look of surprise. You nod your head, reaching up to give Chris a high five the exact moment he did the same thing.
“For half a year actually, the wedding’s in a couple months,” Chris smirks, trying his best not to laugh as the two of you high five like a couple of nerds.
“That’s so exciting!” Ellen smiles, her eyes alighting with an almost mischievous glint. “And what better way to celebrate your upcoming wedding than-”
“Oh god no,” Chris chuckles, hanging his head as a fit of giggles wash over him. Ellen chuckles as well, her smile growing in size.
“Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I promise,”
“Do we wanna know what it is?” You ask skeptically, a smile of your own rising to your lips once again.
“Well, follow me-” Ellen stands from her seat, directing the two of you to the open space she had besides her little set up. “Okay, stand on these two platforms,” The two of you take your respectable places, smiling at the audience before you. “You guys are going to take turns dancing to whatever dances show up on the screen but as soon as the dance switches you have to freeze in whatever position your in, got it?”
“Got it,” The two of you say in unison, smiling at Ellen as she goes and stands by some little table or stand she had set up.
“Okay Chris, you’re first right now-” And suddenly some music begins to play and a dance pops up on the screen. You begin to laugh as Chris dances, showing off his spinning skills to the movement of ballet, but suddenly the dances changed and it was your turn and you were instructed to do an Irish jig. You were honestly laughing so hard you thought you may fall and ruin your chance of bragging rights but before you could the dances switched and Chris was doing the best damn running man you’d ever seen.
“Oh my god,” You laugh, covering your mouth to contain your sudden giggles as Chris dances amazingly. But before long it was your turn and you had to quickly do your own dance, not able to see the rest of Chris’. You try not to giggle as you salsa, smiling when you heard Chris’ laughter beside you. “Shut up you jerk I’m trying my best!” You laugh, stopping when the dances changed again. You throw your head back, laughing hysterically as Chris does a perfect Beyonce dance, one of classic moves to single ladies. But before you could appreciate the dance to it’s fullest it changed again, coming back to you.
You could practically feel Chris trying not to laugh as you did your best to shimmy, one hand clasped over his mouth as he watched you. You did the shimmy for about two seconds before the dances changed once again and you nearly had a heart attack at the words printed on the screen before the two of you.
“Uhh- ahh-” Chris looks around, smirking when he skidded to your side, his body already pressed against yours as he gives an almost perfect lap dance.
“Oh my god!” You shriek, laughing as you attempt to swat Chris away. He laughs too, bracing his body as he puts his hands on his knees, his body shaking as he attempted to regain composer. “Oh my god stop, no!” You laugh, giving his ass a good swat to get him away from you.
You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe and when Chris jumps away from you, swearing as he rubs at his butt you think you may drop to the ground from your sudden lack of oxygen but before you could the music ended and Ellen along with the audience members were clapping for you. Chris laughs as he turns to you, enveloping you in a warm hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face stuck against his chest. He places a comically big kiss to the top of your head, not even letting you go when Ellen approached the two of you.
“Well at least we can now say you guys are the cutest couple in Hollywood,” Ellen smiles as she stops beside the two of you, her gaze upon you and Chris almost affectionate. “And you two probably have the best dance moves in Hollywood too,” You laugh once again, burying your face into Chris’ shirt. Chris’ laugh rumbles against your head, almost soothing you in some way or another.
“Well thank you, I must admit my lap dance was pretty damn good before someone ruined it,” Chris gives your butt a playful pinch, causing you to squeal and lean against him more, your face burning in embarrassment. You don’t even have to look at Chris to know he has a self satisfied smirk on his face, you’d spent enough time with him to know what his ever facial expression looked like, guess that happened when you spent every waking moment with someone.
“Shut up, my shimmy was pretty damn good,”
“So was your Irish jig,’ You smile against Chris’ chest, your heart fluttering at the praise.
“Well everyone, let’s give it up for Chris and soon to be (Y/N) Evans!” You blush at the name, something you hadn’t heard anyone else say other than Chris, it was nice to finally have someone else saying it. Everyone stands up, clapping for the two of you wildly.
“Well (Y/N) Evans?” Chris whispers in your ear as everyone continues to clap. “Since you liked that lap dance so much how ‘bout we continue it back home?: You laugh, your head getting light headed once again.
“You know what,” You smirk a bit. “I’d gladly take that lap dance,”