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Refresh the Fancast For The Love of God: Girish Kumar as James Potter

“It was as though he was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes. James’s eyes were hazel, his nose was longer than Harry’s, and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thin face, same mouth, same eyebrows. James’ hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry’s did, his hands could have been Harry’s and Harry could tell that when James stood up they would be within an inch of each other’s heights.”

James K. Polk's Presidency: A Summary
  • polk: tis i, the dark horse (i came out of fucking nowhere)
  • polk: well lookie here i won the presidential election
  • polk: here's my list of goals
  • *4 years later*
  • polk: well lookie here i accomplished every goal
  • polk: *drops mic*
  • polk: not even gonna run again
  • polk: peace
Dating James Potter Would Include...
  • Classes together being incredibly fun
  • But also incredibly distracting
  • Him saying your name from behind you about a hundred times
  • Until you turn around
  • And you’re met with a cheesy grin
  • “Hi.”
  • Hidden glances
  • Mouthing jokes at each other in classes
  • You pulling his glasses down from the top of his head when he thinks he’s lost them
  • Him grinning widely at this
  • “Thanks, love”
  • You getting butterflies whenever he calls you by a nickname
  • “Love”
  • “Babe”
  • “Baby”
  • Him telling you to look away at Honeydukes
  • No, INSISTING on you looking away
  • Later, you figure out that it’s because he was buying you all your favourite candy
  • And he wanted it to be a surprise
  • (Kind of a fail there, James, mate.)
  • Because there’s no occasion
  • Just the fact that you’re the best.
  • Him loving nose kisses
  • Him loving all your kisses
  • But especially the nose kisses
  • They make him go a lil red in the face
  • God forbid anyone finds out about this though.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

You got up from your position on the bed you were sharing with James, you grabbed your dress and started to change when you heard James’ voice “Darling, please don’t leave.”

“I really can’t stay.” you said as you continued to grab your stuff.

“Darling it’s cold outside.” he said almost pouting.

“This evening has been so very nice.” you said smiling as he walked toward you taking your hands in his.

“Your hands are just like ice” he said as if he was the only one who could warm them.

“My mother will start to worry…”

“Beautiful, what’s you hurry?” he lifted one eyebrow smirking

“My father will be pacing the floor…” he pulled you flush against him and whispered in your ear, “Just listen to the fireplace roar.” He began to lightly kiss your neck.

You pulled back a little, a smile on your face. You had been thoroughly convinced to stay, you never really wanted to leave in the first place, but you decided to continue to tease him.

“I ought to say no..” you leaned back into his touch.

“Mind if I move in closer?” he whispered as he moved his hands down your back to cup your ass.

“…at least I’m going to say that I tried.” you mumbled under your breath as you clutched James’ shoulders, the two of you swaying to imaginary music.

He chuckled, “What’s the sense in hurting my pride?”

You laughed. He stared into your eyes “Baby, don’t hold out.” You kissed his lips.

“Now why would I do that? It’s cold outside.” You were smiling so much it hurt. James chuckled, his eyes full of mischief, he scooped you up and took you back to bed.

“Darling, you are a revelation.”


Hello lovelies!! Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays depending on who you are!! I know it’s been a while but I promised this one a while ago and since it goes with today being Christmas I decided to do it!! Almost all of the dialogue are lyrics from the song ‘Baby its Cold Outside’.

Hope you enjoyed!!



Carpool Karaoke

Author: avengerstories

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 1,978

Originally posted by dark-and-stormy-mind

Standing outside of the hotel, you giggled as you noticed your manager, Alicia, snapped a picture of you being fussed over by a makeup artist and a hair stylist simultaneously. You still weren’t used to all the attention, but ever since you had landed a role in a new romantic comedy, being surrounded by a whole team had become common. As they put the finishing touches on your appearance, Alicia approached you.

“They’ll be here in two minutes,” Alicia said. Today, you would be filming a Carpool Karaoke segment with James Corden. James was your co-star in the new movie and the studio thought it would be a great idea to use it as promotional material for the movie in a few months. Alicia continued to fill you in on the itinerary and protocol for the filming. Her phone buzzed and, as if on cue, a black Range Rover pulled up a few seconds later; you had a to wait a minute while James filmed the intro to your entrance. After a quick thank you to your team, you happily sauntered over to the car and got into the passenger seat.

“Hi!” You greeted each other happily, leaning over the middle console to give each other a hug. You buckled in and James began to drive.

“Thank you for driving with me,” he started, using the usual scripted material. “I know you’re a very busy person, but I just can’t seem to figure out my way around here.” You chuckled quietly as he turned onto the main road. Filming had moved to Georgia for the last two weeks and James had already wrapped on his scenes.

“It’s no problem at all,” you tell him with a smile. James had easily become your best friend/ big brother during shooting. “We miss having you on set.”

He looked over and smiled. “What do you say we listen to some music, huh?” He turned a dial, raising up the volume. The first song on the playlist was “I Will Survive”. Both of you sang along, jokingly throwing in dramatic gestures towards each other. The song faded out allowing James to talk.

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anonymous asked:

Which vampire brother(Diabolik Lovers) would be a counterpart to each incubi brother from Seduce Me? Sorry if this is a weird question for you, but I was just curious. By the way, I am IN LOVE with your new visual novel! Hope you make more awesome stories in the future xoxo :)

James - Reiji

Erik - Laito

Sam - Ayato

Matthew - Kanato

Damien - Shuu

A Little Family

Loud screams could be heard throughout the whole hotel. It was rather unsettling. There wasn’t normally sound considering the terrible things that have happened within the walls.

James was bothered most by these noises. They bothered him because they were coming from you. Normally the sound of screams excited him (in more ways than one) but tonight he flinched every time you screamed.

“Mr. March! What are you doing?! Your wife needs you!” Miss Evers yelled at him, James was pacing in his office.

“Miss Evers?” He asked. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t heard her at all.

“Sir. It’s time.”

James quickly followed Miss Evers into the room that he shared with you. You were in labor. You had been for a while. James had been stressing everyone involved with the delivery so they kicked him out until it was time for you to push.

You were coated in sweat, your face contorted in pain as a scream fell from your lips. The minute James walked through the door he rushed to your side holding your hand.

“I’m here darling. I’m here.”

“Ma'am, you need to push now.” One of the maids helping with the delivery said.

You screamed as you pushed, you grabbed and held onto James’ hand for dear life.

After a few more pushes a baby’s cry could be heard. You collapsed back onto your bed breathing heavily as the maids cleaned up your child.

“You did it doll.” James said smiling as he kissed your forehead. You smiled up at him.

“This kid better be worth it.”

“Of course they will. They are our child, aren’t they?”

You laughed. James sat down next to you on the bed as the maids returned with your child.

“It’s a very healthy girl ma'am.” Miss Evers said smiling as she handed the baby to you.

“She’s beautiful.” You say staring down at you child.

“She took after her mother.” You hear James say quietly. You turn to look at him and notice the slight tears in his eyes, not thy he’ll ever admit it.

“I love you so much.” You say to him.

He turned to look at you then kissed you softly “I love you more. And I promise to love our child with the same amount of love that I feel for you.”

The hotel was quiet once again. Everyone returned to their daily routine. No one knew that there in that hotel a small family had just been formed. Laying in each other’s arms all night that perfect little family was as happy as they could be.


 I feel like some of that was OOC but anon asked for super fluffy so I delivered. I hope y’all enjoyed it!!



I am pretty convinced that James Franco is perfect at what ever he does.

example 1. eating

example 2. begging

example 3. winking (oh my)

example 4. trying to act cool

example 5. smiling (aww)

example 6. doing weird stuff (still hot)

example 7. playing with his cat 

example 8. laughing (melts)

example 9. listening to music

example 10. when he does a weird look

also this look

 LASTLY example 11. when he licks his lips (faints)

your argument is invalid xoxo

Maybe I’m shy, I drive an old car

(Or How Potter got smashed and snogged) 

At every sip, he felt less and less the burning sensation down his throat. The whiskey that before made him grimace seemed like water getting into his system. The previously empty bar began to fill slowly, and the city seemed to be at its peak, with their horns and outdoor music, high heels and lively conversation.

And he felt literally like shit.

Maybe he should have listened to Sirius and Remus. Even Peter, for God’s  bloody sake, had warned! But no, James had to have been stupid to fall again in Maya’s stupid talk, and now there he was, in a bar away from home without a ride, drinking his ass off.

With the body numb and slightly unfocused eyes, he watched Tom serve a girl with red hair and friendly smile. He liked Tom, always  smiling and very polite with his customers. However, James was different. James was not a client, he was more like … family.

“I think that’s enough for today, kid.” Tom said, sending him a warning look. He cleared the last cup he needed and put it on the counter, staring at James with those wise old eyes.

“I’m fine, Tom.” Said the dark haired one, tired. “Just … Exhausted.”

“Well, if you keep this up, you will exhaust both my stock of whiskey and my patience. You know your father wouldn’t be fond of that, boy. ”

James sighed, trying to look everywhere but Tom, and caught the redhead watching the conversation with interest. He arched an eyebrow, challengingly.

“You, more than anyone, knows how I cared about his approval.” He said still looking at the girl, who blushed and looked away from his glare. She was very pretty, but too tidy for his taste.

“If this is the case, help yourself. Just call one of the boys to come get you. You look terrible. ”

“Yeah.” The youngest laughed wryly. “Sumethin’ like that.”

Tom returned to his work and James was just enjoying the rest of his drink without really wanting to think about anything when a hand touched his shoulder.

“Excuse me.” Said the pretty redhead. “Can I sit here?”

He noted the dress that looked extremely expensive, and bright delicate jewelry and shrugged.

“Of course. Feel free, won’t ya?”

She put the little sparkling bag on the counter and ordered another drink.

It seemed to be interesting, this girl. She was too well dressed for a simple meeting with friends in some bar, but at the same time had… Simplicity. She seemed a little less intoxicated than him, but that’s not saying much.

“I … I wanted to apologize.”  She whispered, pulling out his thoughts about diamonds and the time Sirius slept with a famous model that in the end, was married to a professional wrestler. “I think it seemed like I was spying on your conversation.”

"Seemed?” He laughed. “I think you were, love.”

“No.” She smiled and James noticed that her eyes were very green. “I was not paying attention to the conversation. I was paying attention to you. ”

“Oh.” He was surprised. “You’re a straightforward bird, aren’t you?”

“What … Oh, no!” She blushed. “Not like that, I … I just thought you looked very unhappy. I was curious.”

With her hands twisting in her lap and raised eyebrows, she did not seem too well either.

“I could say the same about you …”


“Evans?” Asked James. “Is this your name?”

He waited for the answer as she frowned, as if the question hurt her.

“Sort of.” She said, extending her hand. “Pleasure, Mister….”

He shook it. “Potter. The pleasure is mine.”

They both stared at each other for no reason, for a few seconds, and he could not get over the amazing eyes that  the woman had, that seemed to call him. Or it could be just the indefinite amount of cups of whiskey speaking.

Evans cleared her throat. “So Potter … You want to talk about what’s making you so exhausted?”

James stared at the bottom of the glass, wondering whether it was or not worth to tell your life to an extremely attractive stranger when he had sipped a considerable amount of alcohol.

“You said you weren’t paying attention to the conversation.” He said, running a hand through his rowdy hair. There was something about her that made him uneasy.

“I say a lot of things.” Replies the other, sipping her beer, and laughs. “Well then? Want to talk?”

The dark brown eyes looked away, staring at the counter. It had been a while since he’d talked about it, even with Sirius. Maybe he was too proud to admit how often Maya had stepped on his ugly face.

“There’s this girl … Maya. We have a "thing” since high school, but we keep fighting. We’re like a boomerang, always going back and forth. “

"Nice analogy.” Laughed Evans, and received a look for the interruption. “I’ll shut up.”

He smiled. “I always liked her, really. But we never had something actually serious, and I took long to ask her to be my girlfriend. I think maybe I should have seen, should have realized … She is a very good liar. It was like she was manipulating what I felt and when I felt it. It was kind of ailing.”

"I know how you feel. But now you broke up for good? ”

“Worse. We were dating for two and a half years when I discover that Maya was not only sleeping with a colleague of mine from work, but told absurd lies about her mother being sick just to get her sloppy hands in my wallet. ”

Evans, contrary to what James had imagined, didn’t stare at him with pity, but normally. As if someone had just told her they had twenty fingers.

“Now that’s what I call a tart.” She sighed , staring at the clock on the wall of the facility. Didn’t seem to worry about the time. “So you broke up with her and came to drown your feelings in a bar in a remote place of Hogsmeade?”

James laughed. Evans demonstrated to be really fun and stated that the night would not be as lonely as he imagined. At least he would make a new friend.

“See, this bar has a special place in my heart. My father used to come here every weekend. ”

“He used to?”

“He passed away three years ago.”

“Oh.” Evans says. “I’m so sorry.”

He nods and finishes his drink, calling to Tom, who fills the cup shaking his head in antipathy muttering under his breath, “This kid will end up killing himself.”

“Cheers, mate.” He says. “Very well then, lass … Your turn to tell me about your disaster.”

She laughs with no humor, and finishes her beer, just to order another one. Even tough James had a slightly blurred vision, he still found the redhead too beautiful, and he found himself staring at her red and full lips, as she passed her tongue in the area to capture the rest of drink.

“There’s this guy …”

“When there’s not a guy?” He interrupts, and she sends him an amused look slightly of focus.

"We know each other since childhood. Let’s say our family is well … Next. Always lived with one another, and we ended up enjoying it, out of habit, perchance. Our parents are very much fond to see us together, but I don’t know. He’s a great friend to me but there’s these things he says … ”

“Things? Like "that outfit makes you fat?” things? “

She laughs, putting a red strand of hair behind her ear, making it easier for James look at their barely noticeable freckles.

"No. Evan says things that don’t exactly suit me, things that he knows that I can’t agree with. As if he tried to change who I really am, you know? ”

“Yeah.” And he said somewhat ironic. “It must be hard to want to tell you boring stuff in his mansion while you take a martini and spoil your dog.”

Evans arches his eyebrows, surprised and irritated.

“What does that supposed mean? You think I’m some posh girl that goes out drinking in a bar at night, alone, just because my dad said no when I asked him to lend me his bloody credit card? ”

“Wow, love, I did not say that.” James said, raising his hands. “It was just taking the piss. It’s just … your fancy clothes and everything. ”

She blushes, embarrassed, looking at her too high heels and staring with a mixture of pain and irritation.

“I hate these shoes.” She says, and soon begins to take them out to James’ surprise. “I hate this stupid shoe, I hate this stupid outfit and I hate this stupid jewelry.”

She takes off her earrings and her necklace, throwing them on the floor next to her shoes, while Potter stares at her dumbfounded as she fights her tears.

“Oi, oi … Evans!” James took her hand and she looked at him, and he vowed that her eyes were brighter than the sunrise. “Take a deep breath. You want to talk about it? I pay the next round. ”

Evans took a deep breath and nodded, staring at their hands. James cleared his throat, embarrassed, and took off his, ruffling his hair in a nervous act.

“I don’t want to talk.” She said, chugging occasionally the glass Tom had just put on. He looked at her surprised. “I want to forget.”

“Good.” Said James, doing the same thing. “In this we agree.”


"And then- haahahaha- he threw Sirius out the window!” James exclaimed and he and his red-haired girl laughed, receiving several salty looks. It had been over three hours since the first round of shots that the two had been drinking, and Tom said no more, leaving two glasses of water for them.

“Poor Sirius.” Evans laughed, her face red and eyes full of tears. James never had so much fun on a night that was doomed to failure. “Tell me that was not out of an apartment window.”

“Yes!” Exclaimed the dark haired boy, resting his forehead on the bench and staring at her from the side. He was so drunk he feared to get up and fall backwards. “And best of it: the wanker didn’t crack one rib.”

"No!” Said the redhead, surprised and doing the same as James, resting her head on the bench and staring at him. “How many floors?”

“Three.” And the other, trying to show three fingers, ended up showing just two. “And he fell directly into the pool. We still don’t know if it was luck, God, or it was calculated just to scare his trousers off”

"Well, he deserved that. Sleeping with a married woman, my God!

"Oh, he deserves a lot of things.”

They both laughed and stared at each other, the alcohol in running through their veins, causing another fit of laughter, which earned more angry looks and a not very happy Tom.

“All right, go home. Both of ‘ya.”

“But Toooooooooooom! More haste, less speed!” Exclaimed James, eliciting giggles from Evans.

“Half a loaf is better than none. Boy, it’s four in the morning. Call a cab, go home and get some sleep. You too, girl. James will go with you, it’s dangerous around here. ”

“OK OK. I may be a little drunk. But I do not want to go home. I’m having fun with Evans here."He said, passing an arm around the girl’s shoulders, who rested her head on his shoulder and sent a goofy grin and a intoxicated look.

"Maybe he’s right, Potter. It’s late. We can share a cab. ”

Nodding positively, James takes the arm off of her shoulders and puts both hands on the counter, trying to balance up and stand without crashing to the ground.

“Look at you all tiddly and boozy.” Evans said before chuckling.

“Look who’s talking, Miss Tequila. Hey, what’s your name, Evans? "He finally puts his feet on the ground and, by some miracle, just shakes a bit and can take a few steps without falling or tripping.

"I only reveal my first name after the third date.” Evans, the less worse of the two, gets up smoothly, only wobblying by the door, when balances holding James’ left arm.

They say goodbye to Tom and  get out the door, protecting each other with human warmth, standing on the sidewalk waiting for a cab to pass by.

“How did you get here?” Evans asked, leaning her nose on James’ neck, who shivered involuntarily. Bloody hell, her skin was so soft.

“Hm … bus. And you?”

“My dad’s driver. Mr Jarvis is very nice to me, always backs me up. ”

He laughs.

“Hey, why are you laughing?” Asks the girl, but doing the same.

“Of course the driver brought you here. With you shoes and designer dress … Where do you live, Evans?” James did not know if it was the cold or the laughter, but had the impression that she blushed at the question. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk.”

“No problem.” She whispered, watching the nearly deserted street, where for some reason no cab had appeared yet. “Godric’s Hollow.”

Potter hissed.

“Wow. You’re beautiful, sexy, smart, a laugh … and rich! Tell me, Evans, what to do to earn your kiss!”

She laughed, staring away, blushing.

"What do you deserve?”

“Oh, come on? I’m a screwed! I was betrayed, can hardly pay the rent of my tiny apartment in Diagon Alley, I drive an older car that England, and my dog ​​is a mutt that lives with my mum because of space. It’s kind of hard to get to your feet."He says, and feels her backing away lightly, as if sober for a second.

A silence fell between the two, and James could not understand what he had said wrong. Maybe she was scared by the revelations and saw he didn’t even stand a chance with her. He was about to say something that would probably regret when a cab passed on the street, and they waved to the vehicle until it stopped.

"Two stops.” Evans said, her voice a bit drunk when they entered. “Diagon Alley and Godric’s Hollow.” The driver started the engine and then the car was moving.

“You deserve it, you know.” She speaks uncomfortably after a few minutes. “A kiss from me.”

Potter is surprised by the statement and stares dumbfounded. She was saying just by saying or was an invitation?

“I don’t care if you’re not rich and drives an old car, Potter. You are fun and cute, and made me laugh. It’s enough. "The redhead says, with rolled up words and laughing eyes.

James, instead of kissing the girl, was staring at her with a silly expression, as if he couldn’t believe what was hearing. By the amount of whiskey he had that night, he wouldn’t be surprised if Evans was perhaps part of his imagination. Seeing that she laughed of his expression, he started to chuckle.

"I can’t - hahahaha - I believe - ahahahaha - you just said - hahhahaa -. I  couI –could k-kiss you and I didn’t do anything,” laughed the messy haired boy, bumping his shoulder one hers very closely, amused.

 Evans looked at him intimately, giggling between each other, the breaths of beer and tequila mixing in the warm car air. Potter approached his mouth to hers and then they were kissing, regardless of the driver who sent them angry glances through the rearview mirror.

With the taxi heading towards Diagon Alley, both winded and inebriated, Evans just took off her mouth from Potter’s to tell the driver that there would be only one stop.