You cannot convince me that Harry knew how to tie his tie properly. I imagine he struggled with it for quite a bit on the Hogwarts Express and it was the most shoddy knot you’ve ever seen.
Then when he gets into a fight with Malfoy, he tugs at his tie and it gets loose, then Harry has to go to class and it’s not straight and it’s not done anyway, add to that Harry’s naturally messy hair, people get ideas.
But nothing happened.
But then Harry starts making out with Malfoy and every time he undoes his tie, Malfoy, a very educated person in the art of tie tying, does up his tie perfectly. You can’t even tell Harry got snogged because again, naturally messy hair and now perfectly tied tie.
Except for the one time they screw up and it’s dark so Harry walks into potions with a Slytherin tie on.
hi everyone it’s been five years I repeat five years since Connor kenway came into my life and then was ripped away because we didn’t get a sequel or an epilogue to his life but finally five (5) years later on this sacred day (4th of July aka the day connor saved us) the truth is here he had a loving family and didn’t have a lonely death he is a good father his children love him my skin is clean my crops are watered my life is looking good and tomorrow he will grace us all again in a comic life is good
FIFTH YEAR ANNIVERSARY | EXO’s FINAL MEMBER: C H A N Y E O L ⤷teaser released on 02.22.2012
When I first saw this teaser, I thought he would be the shy, quiet maknae of the group. And I guess we were all surprised when we found out he was actually the rapper whose deep voice did not match his cute looks. What I also did not expect was how passionate, driven, and multi-talented he would be. From time to time, I still go back to watch this teaser and I feel proud of how far he’s come and how much he has improved over the last five years. I know Chanyeol will never stop learning and improving and these are just some of the qualities he possesses which I admire most about him. There’s so much more I want to say but I will keep it short as this is merely a small celebration and a thank you for giving us EXO’s voice and fire: Park Chanyeol. I wish you nothing but happiness and please don’t forget that your health is important, too. [02.21.2017]
I made a shitty gif because I was talking about how the director’s commentary mentioned they cut out a “Yang can tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue” joke from the volume 2 premiere.
Then I rewatched the part where it would have happened I was like “Yang, why are you looking at Blake while taking the cherry stem out?”
happy fnaf day!!! arg I’m so happy!! if fnaf didn’t exist I wouldn’t be here…so thank you all!! and yes I know this is late but its been very busy for me and I stayed up late working on this…hope you all enjoy!!
edit: yes its been 3 years I know. it was late when I finished this up I was tired and wrote 4 years. my bad.
I had this great shower vision of how every time Yuri says “well I was messing around with a routine in Detroit and Phichit liked it but I thought it was pretty flashy”, Victor just pulls out a bottle of vodka and starts chugging instead of screaming “WHY DIDN’T YOU SKATE LIKE THIS AT THE OLYMPICS? I WAS SO BORED AT THE OLYMPICS.”
I’m functioning on little sleep but I wanted to write something for the 1 year anniversary, so I kind of rushed this. 8th year AU where everything in the book is the same, but Simon and Baz were already together in 7th year. I basically just got really distracted and spent half the time reading the book when I was supposed to be looking things up, funny how that always happens.
let myself think about Watford over the summer.
I have a
list that I made, years ago, of things that I tuck away in the back of my mind
and don’t let myself miss. The first summer I learned the hard way that
thinking about magic and Watford would do nothing but drive me crazy with
missing it. So I made myself stop thinking about the good things, like Penny
and Agatha and the Wavering Wood and sour cherry scones, so I could get through
never on my list.
probably a good thing, because if he’d been on my list I would have broken
every rule I set for myself a thousand times over. Keeping Baz out of my head
this summer would have been like standing in the middle of a fire and trying to
ignore the flames. Actually, keeping Baz out of my head this summer would have
been about equally as impossible as it has been all the previous summers.
time the summer is over, I’ve driven myself to the brink of insanity. I can’t
stop playing back that day in the Wood, when I kissed him on impulse and all of
his walls came crashing down. I can’t stop thinking about our room, being
blanketed in the smell of him, sitting on one of our beds with our backs to the
wall, shoulders leaning into each other. I can’t stop thinking about how cool
his skin is, and beautiful, like marble, and his voice, murmuring for me to
time the summer is over, I’ve almost convinced myself that it was all just a
dream. Even before this summer, most of my thoughts would be filled up with
images of him, albeit quite different ones, so what’s to say that this year is
any different? How do I know that when I come back to Watford, he’ll still want
me? I have no proof that he ever wanted me at all, except for this ache in my
chest that tells me I don’t hate him anymore.
Mage sends word to summon me back to school, I feel the usual relief that the
World of Mages hasn’t disappeared on me, but it’s not enough. I’m still
nervous. (I really, really want last year to have been real.)
fall over three times on the stairs up to Mummers House in my eagerness (I’m
terrified). I take a deep breath and shove open the door.
here yet. I relax, just slightly, and walk over to sit on my bed. I inhale
deeply, but I don’t smell any trace of him (Crowley, I miss him).
back and forth from my bed to the window, peering out at the grounds every few
minutes. It’s been like this at the beginning of every year, me desperately
searching for him, always wanting him in my sight, but it used to be because I
didn’t trust him. I still don’t know if I can trust him – it’s too soon, and I
still don’t know what this is – but I know that I would trust him with my life, if it came down to it. The second I
felt his lips on mine, that first time, I knew I was gone. In too deep, and
this would either be love, or it would be the death of me.
late, and Baz still doesn’t show up. I lie down on his bed, careful not to
disturb anything. Is he usually this late? What if he comes in and sees me on
his bed and curses at me? What if it was all too good to be true?
falls, and I’m still alone. I spend the whole night curled up halfway down my
bed, so I can turn my head to watch the door. It doesn’t open, and I don’t
close my eyes the whole night.
thins, the Visitings start, and so do classes, and Baz still hasn’t returned.
miss class, surely.
shudder. No. The school would have
been informed if that was the case.
if his family has pulled him out of school to prepare for war, like some of the
other Old Families have done? What if he’s not here because he’s plotting
he never wanted to see me hurt. He held me and brushed his fingers through my
hair, looking down into my eyes sleepily, and said he would cross every line
for me. Was it all just wishful thinking, to believe that he meant it?
week, the teachers stop calling Baz’s name when they take attendance. Someone
else replaces him on the football team. I question Dev and Niall, but they don’t
tell me anything. I can’t even tell whether they’re being less hostile than
usual. I never asked Baz if they knew about us, and they don’t seem to think I’m
on their side.
proof I have that anything ever happened between us is Penny.
tell me I didn’t invent the whole thing.’
He loves you, Si, I saw it. The only thing I’m worried about is that I think he’d
come back to you if he could.’
means he might be hurt.
have Agatha to prove it wasn’t just my imagination. She snaps her fingers in
front of my face and I realise I’ve zoned out again, staring vacantly around
the hall, as if he’s suddenly going to walk out of the crowd.
I was never this bad, surely?’ she says to Penny.
the Mage walking past the classroom, and follow him in the direction of the
Weeping Tower. When I climb up to his office, it’s empty.
leave a note.
Sir, I’d like to talk to you when you have a
moment. About everything. About my boyfriend.
to leave when I realise what I said. Hurriedly, I crumple up the note and
glance around the office, as if anyone could have seen what I wrote. I find
another sheet of paper, and write it out again, with roommate instead of boyfriend.
said we were boyfriends, and I was too scared to ask. We were too fragile. And
now he’s gone, and I don’t know if he’s coming back.
I search the
catacombs, and the woods. I run into a nymph.
looking for my roommate.’
enemy,’ she counters.
swallow. ‘N-no. He’s not my enemy.’
know where he is.
does Miss Possibelf. She says she talked to Baz’s father, and he seemed
between worry and anger.
at him, because I think he might have betrayed me. I think he might have
tricked me and lied to me and made me fall for him only to run off and plot
against me. And even if he didn’t, even if he still doesn’t want to hurt me, I’m
angry at him for leaving me. I’m angry that he hasn’t tried harder to see me,
or to let me know that he’s okay.
mostly I worry. I spent the last seven years hating him and trying to either
foil his plans or get as far away from him as I could, and then things changed
and I didn’t want to waste a second of it. I thought we finally had something
good. And suddenly I can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again. I need
those eyes staring into mine, and I need his fingers tracing patterns on my
skin, and I need that soft smile when he thinks I’m not watching him and I can
see that he’s content, and safe in my arms. I just want him to come back to me.
I never would have left you. I realise
it when I’m finally half asleep. I would have stayed with him.
Simon, Simon… my rosebud boy, a voice
him. It’s just a dream.
that I meet his mother. A Visiting. Maybe not a dream, then, I’m too tired to
tell. She kisses my temple and tells me it’s for Baz.
tell him,’ I say.
barely turn when the doors to the dining hall fly open at breakfast. Everyone’s
used to the Visitings, and to be frank, I’m sick of them. I just want…
Penny hisses, and my head snaps up.
immediately that it’s him, just by the shape of him. He’s just a dark
silhouette with the sunlight pouring in behind him, but it’s him.
up so quickly that my chair goes clattering to the floor behind me. The entire
hall is filled to the rooftops with the sound of students chattering, but it’s
as if I’ve broken a tense silence, because his gaze immediately snaps over to
awful. He looks pale and grey, more so than usual, and his face is gaunt, and
he looks so skinny.
alive. And he’s here. And he’s looking at me.
shocked to know what to do, so I just stand there, staring. He holds my gaze
the whole time as he walks into the room, but he moves past me and sits at his
usual table with Dev and Niall. They barely react, giving him a bored nod and
moving a teapot off his seat.
I want to
march over there and shake him. I want to know where he’s been. I want to brush
my hands over his body and check that nothing’s broken. I want to throw my arms
around him and breathe in the smell of him and never let him go.
know if he would let me do any of that, so I force myself to sit down.
as I see him stand up, I follow him to our room. I watch him intently, trying
to figure him out. He’s walking with his back straight and his head high, chin
jutting out arrogantly, as usual, like he owns the place. Untouchable. But he
always looked like that, even when we were together. I had almost gotten used
to it – to realising that I’m allowed to touch him and he wouldn’t push me away,
even if he still looked like the boy who would happily sacrifice me to a
the door to the room open after he walks in. He knows I’m here, then. Of
course. He stops in the middle of the room and slowly turns to face me. I nudge
the door shut behind me and lean against it, suddenly unable to keep myself
upright on my own.
are the same. Piercing straight into my soul. They have the power to turn me to
the silence first.
Simon. That’s okay. That’s still normal.
back,’ I respond, and it’s barely more than a hoarse whisper.
Happy to see me?’ I see the muscle in his jaw twitch, and I recognise the look
in his eyes. He’s protecting himself, like that time I said I wanted to talk
and he completely withdrew from me, turning cold and aloof again. (I had just
wanted to confess that I’d stolen and accidentally ruined his shirt while
nod, and bite my lip. ‘Yes. Are you okay? What happened? Where were you?’ I
take a cautious step towards him.
mutters something unintelligible, finally breaking eye contact.
By fucking numpties.’
out a surprised laugh. I take another step, and reach out to touch his
shoulder. He stiffens.
My fingers trail down to his chest. He still doesn’t move, and his head is
hanging low, his eyes fixed on some unseen point on the floor.
kept me in a coffin,’ he mutters.
feel his heartbeat.
for him with my other hand. I brush my hands over his arms, his elbows. My
hands ghost over his waist, his stomach, and back up to his shoulders.
here. He’s really here.
I cup his
face in my hands, and brush his hair behind his ears. He sighs.
gave me blood.’
and my hands go still. ‘Are you okay? How did you survive?’
had to come back…’
to fall forwards, and his mouth lands perfectly on mine and there, finally. My arms reach around his
neck and he hugs me around the waist and I don’t know how long we stand there,
kissing at first, and then just holding each other.
all a dream.
there was something else… another dream…
murmur, pulling my head back to look at him. His eyes are half-closed.
up on my tiptoes and plant a kiss on his temple, as softly as I can.