magic invitational

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.

anonymous asked:

Could you make some prompts for weird loopholes created by magic for murder trials, or any legal complication really?

1) “Well, technically,” the necromancer waved a hand at the zombie they had created. “They’re not actually dead, if we’re following the laws of undead magic. So technically I can’t have killed anyone. Assault, at worst.”
“You’re not helping yourself,” their lawyer said tiredly.


2) “You created a soul bond with an innocent man so they couldn’t have you executed!” 
“You can execute me fine.” They flashed a smile. “He’ll just die too.”
“You think this is funny?” 
“An interesting discussion on the pitfalls and ironies of capital punishment serving as a justice system to murderers, at least. Like, come on man.”


3) “The spirit killed them, not me.”
“You summoned the spirit. A gun doesn’t kill a person, the being wielding it does. You don’t put a gun on trial.”
“I think the spirit community would find it very upsetting that you’re suggesting they have no agency over their own actions when magic users invite them to this plane.”


4) “I have taken the truth potion, and I declare myself not guilty of this crime.”
The jury murmured among themselves as the potion revealed no lie in the words. 
“Lack of remorse, lack of feeling guilt,” the prosecutor’s voice tightened. “Does not mean that you are innocent of this crime. Can you declare yourself innocent?”
“Objection! That was never the question of this court.”

Some Kind Of Magical

((OOC: Based off the squib post I made earlier, a little fluffy Neville/Hannah one-shot. I hope you like!))

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“-it wasn’t until about a month ago that I realized Susan had had it the whole time!”

Neville laughed, and looked down at Hannah. She squeezed his hand tightly and beamed back at him, her bright brown eyes full of affection. But as they drew closer to the squat little house on the corner, her brow began to furrow. He watched her for a moment, chewing her bottom lip apprehensively, and stopped walking. She stopped with him under the shade of a mad tangle of honeysuckle branches, but didn’t meet his questioning gaze.

“What’s wrong?” Neville asked, taking her other hand. She blushed, and gave a short sigh.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” She shrugged. Neville frowned, full of concern. He leaned down till she finally had to look at him. She looked nervous. He stood quietly next to her. He felt no hurry; they were early, and he knew better than to rush her when she was sorting through her thoughts. So he began to count. He had reached thirty-eight before she spoke again.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you about my Aunt. I should have told you ages ago, but I didn’t know how to say it, so then I just didn’t say it, and we’re here now, and I should have said it, so I’m going to say it.” She said this all incredibly quickly, and Neville couldn’t help but smile. He rearranged his features to a more somber expression, and nodded.

“What did you not tell me about your Aunt?” he asked, brushing his thumbs across the tops of her hands. She grimaced, and took a deep breath.

“Aunt Violet is a squib,” she whispered.

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Kim Jonghyun Harry Potter AU
  • truly a hogwarts golden boy ™
  • he’s known throughout hogwarts for his kindness and willingness to help anyone
  • you’re a slytherin in the same year as him, dongho, and minhyun
  • the two of you are acquaintances, nothing special
  • sometimes you’ll see him in the corridor near the kitchens and greet him
  • he’s a prefect obv who wouldn’t chose him to be a prefect
  • and one day you’re in the library and you see this little hufflepuff first-year getting bullied by some older ravenclaws
  • obviously you’re not an asshole so you jinx them through the bookshelf
  • once they’re gone you walk her back to the hufflepuff dorms, making sure she’s alright
  • and jonghyun is coming out of the dorm
  • “sweetie, you might want to take better care of your housemates next time.”
  • jonghyun is so concerned with the well being of the girl that you feel bad for saying that
  • but oh well
  • ok so you know how during the winter holidays, you can stay at hogwarts if you don’t want to go back home
  • your parents, who are still pretty into bloodlines and such, and you really don’t get along very well, so you don’t go home
  • on the first day of vacations, most people have gone home and just a few people are left in the great hall to eat breakfast
  • you’re quietly eating your cereal and sipping your coffee when jonghyun approaches you
  • “do you mind if i sit here? there’s not many places for me to sit.”
  • most people who stay behind are first or second years who can’t get enough of hogwarts, so you accept
  • “you know, i wouldn’t have thought that you would stay behind during vacations,” he mentioned, quietly chewing a piece of toast
  • “yeah, my parents and i don’t really get along too well”
  • he nodded sympathetically
  • “yeah, my parents are still a bit suspicious of magic, so it’s easier to just stay rather than spend two weeks of just answering their questions”
  • you start eating your meals together for lack of better company
  • one night you were in the library trying to study for history of magic and you really just didn’t get it
  • you were about to give up when you noticed jonghyun at a table near you
  • “hey, what’s up?” he smiled up at you easily
  • “i’ve heard from minhyun that you’re good at history of magic, i was wondering if you could explain the giant wars to me? i was a bit unsure about the timeline”
  • he’s happy to help you, and you two end up spending an entire day going over a lot of history of magic stuff
  • you invite him to go to hogsmeade that weekend as a thank you
  • “dude, you saved my grade”
  • “that was all your hard work, i just helped you out!”
  • you buy him butterbeers and the two of you talk about your experiences at hogwarts and funny minhyun stories
  • (there’s a lot of funny minhyun stories)
  • it’s friday, the last day of vacation and the day before all the students return
  • the yule ball is in about a week
  • and the two of you are sitting in the library working in silence when you realize jonghyun stopped writing
  • you look up to find him staring at you
  • he immediately looks back down at his parchment with a blush, quill scribbling away
  • “where you going to say something?”
  • jonghyun set his quill down again, blushing a bit
  • “do you have a date to the yule ball?”
  • “um, no? why, you wanna go with me?”
  • he’s like super surprised that you ask him so easily haha
  • “YES I WOULD LOVE TO”
  • “i mean, yes.”
  • you laugh at his dorkiness
  • “but i would want to as a date! not friends” he’d quickly clarify, making you snicker in amusement
  • “yeah, i’m aware”
  • “okay, good”
  • “good”
  • “fine”
  • “fINE”
  • the yule ball is super fun
  • he’s a gentleman obv
  • and your friends are surprised at how close you got with jonghyun
  • but when you only talk to one person for two weeks straight, it’s kind of a given that you two would be that close
  • you two have an interesting dynamic
  • jonghyun gets embarrassed more easily than you do, so you tease him
  • a lot
  • and he’s literally the only reason why you’re passing history of magic
  • when it’s announced your sixth year that the slytherins and hufflepuffs have joint history of magic, you cry and thank the gods
  • (you sit next to each other obv)
  • just a generally wholesome relationship

OK I REALLY DIDN’T PLAN TO HAVE ANOTHER SLYTHERPUFF RELATIONSHIP BC LIKE 80% OF MY HP SCENARIOS ARE SLYTHERPUFF

I WAS LEGIT LIKE

WHAT HOUSE CAN THE MAIN CHARACTER BE THAT’S NOT SLYTHERIN

AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE THEM AS SLYTHERIN

BUT BY THE TIME I REALIZED IT

IT WAS TOO LATE

RIP

361. Veteran demigods (i.e. those over the age of 18) have an annual Heritage Ball where a camper can come as either their godly or mortal, or both, culture and dress in their best. A magical invitation is sent out, it acts as a portal key, and demigods rsvp. It is overseen by Ganymede and other demigods and deified mortals, since they have the closest understanding of humans. There is food and dance, and campers can use their magic and skills to entertain and show off in competitions.

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“Well, we were in the makeup chairs for a long time, and that’s where you really get to know each other.”

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you have fic requests open, but can you possibly do a fic where Nerris' parents adopt Harrison, and this gets done because Nerris's parents see Harrison's parents reaction to his magic, and just, invite him to Larp with them and unofficially, or officially, adopt him, I just want magic sibs tbh. Also Nerris's mom makes them cookies, and Harrison either has never had homemade cookies because his parents didn't want to spend anymore time than they had to or he calls her Mom and 1/2

“She is totally cool with it and then Nerris is all like, cool, now we’re siblings, I’m the alpha sibling though, an yea, I just reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally want magic sibs and Harrison getting parental affection”

technically fic requests are closed rn because i’m so ridiculously far behind, but i’ll make an exception and add this to the list :)

Book Smart, not Street Smart (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

In honor of Pride month, here’s some fluffy Wolfstar goodness.

 

It was Remus’s third year at Hogwarts and so far everything was going as usual; some of the first years looked absolutely petrified at the possibility of being sorted into the wrong house and some of the seventh year Gryffindors looked ready to snatch some of them up, and make them Gryffindors themselves. Remus idly paid attention, waiting patiently for the actual feast to start. He made small talk with some of his fellow Gryffindors, laughing as his friend Lily tried to hide herself from one James Potter.

“You know Rem, I’ve never been so thankful for your towering height until now… move a little to your left and I’ll be golden.” She whispered.

“Only if you give me your stash of chocolate frogs.” He bargained.

“Deal.”

And so the rest of the feast went without a hitch, Lily was well hidden thanks to Remus and the two of them caught up. Soon enough they were both making their way towards the Gryffindor tower, Lily went ahead spotting her friend Marlene as Remus took his time walking towards the painting of the Fat Lady. He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard shouting, it wasn’t like Remus was trying to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help but hear the small squabble going on by the Gryffindor common room.

“Well at least our parents will finally have a son whom they’re proud of!”

“Sod off, Regulus! Why don’t you go back to your fellow slimy snakes?” A black haired teen said, enunciating the last bit of his sentence, both boys were glaring at each other so fiercely that Remus could’ve sworn that one of them was bound to make the other combust right there and then.

“At least I’m not a blood traitor.” The younger of the two said before turning on his heel and walking away from the older boy before the later could say something back.

“Come on, Sirius, your brother’s not worth it.” A third voice spoke up, patting the tall boy on the shoulder as he sighed, grumbling something that Remus couldn’t make out.

Sirius Black he thought as he also made his way into the Gryffindor tower and towards the boy’s dorms.

His first day of lessons were uneventful, it wasn’t until the second day that things took an unexpected turn.

“Alright class, this term I’ve decided to switch up your partners, you’ve known each other for what, 2 whole years? It’s time to learn how to work with someone new! So please gather your things and make your way towards the back of the class as I read off the new pairs.” Slughorn announced, as he made his way towards the front to pick up his clipboard.

“Potter and Evans…” Remus stifled his laughter as his friend Lily began complaining to Slughorn about her seating arrangement. Slughorn only had 6 students left to partner up, himself included.

“Let’s see here…ah yes, Lupin and Black, and please Mr. Black, don’t set your partner on fire this time around.” Slughorn warned. Remus’s eyes widened as Sirius chuckled before saying, “I make no promises Sluggy.”

The first lesson with his new one was an odd one, from what Remus could tell, he was going to have to be the brains between the two of them. Sirius was sitting there, doodling, adding the wrong ingredients and stirring too harshly. When he scrunches his nose up in concentration he looks quite adorableRemus thought before shaking his head and going back to chopping the daisy roots needed for the Shrinking Solution.

They finally finished making the solution, well Remus did, he began bottling it up as Sirius cleaned up their area. Remus handed it to Slughorn just as class was dismissed, he made his way back to his seat to collect his book bag but before he could leave the room a hand stopped him.

“Hey, thanks for doing most of the work, Merlin knows I need all the help I can get.”

“It’s no problem, thanks for not setting me on fire.” Remus said timidly, trying not to blush by the physical contact and close proximity.

“Nah, you’re too cute to be set on fire.” Sirius said with a wink, exiting the room and leaving a blushing Remus behind.

Weeks had gone by and now the two of them were close friends, Remus was even friend with James as well, which earned a glare and the nickname of ‘traitor’ from Lily but Remus would laugh her off knowing that she okay with his new found friends. But as the days went by, his crush on the dark haired lad was getting deeper and deeper. It wasn’t only him that noticed it, James and Lily had two. Both Remus and Sirius would make up excuses just to spend more time with the other, from “I just need help with that potions essay.” To “Sirius just stole a tray full of sweets from the kitchen and I need to try this Belgian chocolate.” Their friends were already making bets on just when they would actually start dating because quite honestly it was exhausting seeing them pine for the other.

“What if we just lock them in the room of requirements? They wouldn’t starve or die in there…”

“No, Remus is too smart to be lead into a trap… although we could probably lure him in there with a chocolate trail…”

“This is not some Hansel and Gretel shit, come on Potter, think.” Lily said, turning down another one of his ideas. They stopped talking as soon as said pair walked into the common room Remus carrying an armful of cookies and other treats.

“Merlin! Did you rob the house elves at wand point?” Lily laughed as he saw Remus struggling to balance everything in his arms.

“Not quite, Sirius baked all of these when he went home this weekend.” Remus said with a smile.

“Yeah, you know as a thank you for doing most of the work during Potions.” Sirius added, blushing slightly.

“But we had a textbook lesson last class… we didn’t make a potio-“ James didn’t finished his sentence since Lily elbowed him to stop him from talking.

“Well, as much as we want to stick around, James here has to help with the Quidditch try-outs. Come on, James.” Lily said, dragging a confused James from his seat and out of the common room.

Remus and Sirius sat in a comfortable silence as Remus ate his sweets. After a couple of minutes, Remus finally broke the silence.

“You know, James is right, we didn’t brew a potion during our last lesson, it was a straight off the book lesson. So what’s the real reason you made these cookies?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow and looking intently at Sirius.

Sirius gulped, shifting uncomfortable in his seat and clenching his fist, Well here goes nothing

“For someone so smart you’re actually quite dumb.” Sirius started, making Remus choke on the cookie he was eating.

“I beg your pardon?” he coughed out.

“I’ve been flirting with you for the last month and nothing! So this is my grand gesture, I know you love chocolate, quite honestly I hate chocolate but for you I’m willing to spend an afternoon being glared at by my weird house elf, and make you some chocolate frogs and chocolate chip cookies.” Sirius confessed, leaning back on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You ought to be nicer to old Kreacher…” Remus pointed out, a playful smile on his lips.

“That’s beside the point! What I’m trying to say…REMUSLUPINWILLYOUGOONADATEWITHME?” he said, screaming the last part out so fast that if it wasn’t for Remus being used to decipher Sirius’s and James’s fast and loud rants when they were planning a prank, he would’ve been lost.

“Yes.” Remus answered.

“REALLY?”

“YES! I’ll go on a date with you, now stop shouting, you’re going to scare the first years off.” Remus laughed, grabbing Sirius’s hand with his own as Sirius fist bumped the air with his other hand.

Weeks had passed since their first date and soon enough everyone in Hogwarts knew that they were a couple, the cutest couple if anyone were to ask. They bickered constantly because let’s face it, Sirius was like a toddler on crack, and Remus had to constantly make sure that he wasn’t endangering his life or that of the others around him.

Remus, Sirius, James and Lily were all lounging around the common room, Remus was reading a book, Sirius was sitting next to him, aimlessly twirling his wand between his fingers, James was playing with a snitch and Lily was finishing up her History of Magic assignment.

“So mum invited you to dinner this weekend.” Remus spoke up, glancing at Sirius briefly as he turned a page in his book.

“Hm, really? Alright, I’ll bake her something, what’s her favorite flower?”

“Yellow peonies and orange daisies.” Remus answered with a smile.

“Well I hope she’s ready for a dozen of each.”

“You guys are too cute, how come you don’t try to get on my mum’s good side, huh James?” Lily asked, a playful smirk on her face.

“I’ll bring her flowers next time…” James grumbled as Lily ruffled his hair.

“I need to make a good first impression.” Sirius shrugged.

“Aw, but it’s not the first time you’re meeting my mum.” Remus said.

“Yeah, but it’ll be the first time I’ll be meeting her as your boyfriend.” Sirius replied with a lazy grin as he booped Remus’s nose, causing the lanky boy to roll his eyes playfully at him.

“Are you fucking serious?” James chuckled.

“I am, I thought you knew.” Remus said, nonchalantly as Sirius fell off the couch laughing.

“Oh fuck you Lupin.” James said rolling his eyes.

“Sorry mate, that’s my current job and I don’t want to be unemployed.” Sirius answered back, between laughing fits.

“You guys are the worst.” James grumbled out, as the rest of the gang kept laughing.

Things at Hogwarts will certainly remain interesting with that power couple around.

The Lost Prince - 1

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Aka the Binu Prince au that no one asked for 

  • Prince Eunwoo’s day starts off with him waking up early, having breakfast in their dining hall which usually ends early due to his parent’s duties
  • Not that he minds
  • Because it means he can slink off and avoid his tutor for a while and focus on what he wants

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anonymous asked:

So you like Jean Nouvel! Thoughts on the Guthrie theater?? I live a short walk away from it :)

This is why the architecture of the Guthrie, by its volumes and colors, can be read as a far-off echo of silos, and why the shared lobby advances like a bridge to contemplate the waterfalls; and why the lighted signs above the adjacent silos create a dialogue with those of the theater, and why industrial bridges take the place of skyways, and why, finally, next to the direct re-interpretation of the thrust hall, two new theatres, one frontal, the other flexible, complete the industrial metaphor of the new Guthrie. The rest is just architecture, architecture without nostalgia, since these historic references are a perfect pretext for inventing and using the materials and techniques of the 21st century. ~ Jean Nouvel

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if Shinichi is thrown a birthday party

-Ran and Okiya can make the food, they are skilled.
-Haibara can bake the cake.
-Genta can bring the liquor, his parents own a liquor shop, but keep it a secret from Kogoro.
-Takagi can bring some maracas and make some music with Masumi and Amuro.
-Sonoko can bring a jewel to lure Kaito Kid, who is supposed to bring the fun to the party with his magic.
-Yusaku is invited, but to patrol the city so any potential crime is solved before it even reaches Shinichi’s ears.
-somehow Vermouth will sneak in.