‘So what happened then?’ ‘Nothing special,’ she snorted. ‘They got married.’ ‘Tell me.’ ‘Aaah, what is there to tell? There was a great big wedding. They all came: Dandelion, Mother Nenneke, Iola and Eurneid, Yarpen Zigrin, Vesemir, Eskel,… Coën, Milva, Angoulême… And my Mistle… And I was there. I drank mead and wine. And they, I mean Geralt and Yennefer, had their own house afterwards and were happy, very, very happy. Like in a fairy tale. Do you understand?’

montponine  asked:

they don't start "dating" so much as they just. fall into a relationship and all of a sudden they're holding hands and spending a lot of time together and kiSSING(!?) and neither of them really knows when it started but they don't care. james says i love you to everyone bc he's v affectionate but when he says i love you to lily it's Different and everyone can hear it it's not i love you it's I Love You every time no matter how small the scenario it's always I Love You

James is pretty sure he’s been in love with Lily Evans since the beginning of fifth year but then he realises that’s not love because you can’t love someone you don’t know. She’s just very very very attractive. Then the Incident happens and he doesn’t know how he feels and Lily is even more in the dark because they were friends except for when he was a cock but now all she feels when she looks at him is burning burning burning.

The summer cools her off and she doesn’t expect him when she gets back. Well, she does, she just doesn’t expect so much of him. He’s grown, again, and she’s not sure if he’ll ever stop, and it suits him. There’s less tripping and squeezing under desks. Finally, he seems able to actually control all of his limbs. He can’t control his eyes though. James finds them wandering to her during lessons, lunch, once even a quidditch match. She’s so easy to spot with wine red hair and eyes which don’t seem to want to meet his, but do anyway. She keeps noticing things about him, things that weren’t there before. Or maybe she just never let herself notice them before? It happens all the time and she hates that she loves it.

It’s easy. Being friends. Like picking up a book your mum used to read to you at bedtime. You think you’ve forgotten the words, but they all come flooding back. That’s how it feels. To have his arm over her shoulders, to duel with him in DADA, to steal toast from his plate, to save the strawberry botts for her, to watch him and only him on the pitch, to share Potions notes, to throw parchment notes at each other in History of Magic, to borrow his scarf, to hold her hand to help her across boggy Scottish soil. All of it, everything - it’s natural.

People start assuming they’re together. They stop being Lily Evans and James Potter and become Lily and James, addressed as one. Sirius rolls his eyes and becomes bitter, interrupting conversations and not moving to allow Lily a seat. Mary and Marlene giggle and wink at her whenever she sits besides him, the traitorous gits. Everyone knows something is up. Except for them.

Then it’s summer again and he’s so far away and she’s too far away and they write. They write too much to go unnoticed, by friends and then by parents. Mrs Evans try to be nonchalant as she asks who all these owls are from. Mr Potter ruffles James’ hair when Sirius points out that James is spending more time replying to letters then he is playing quidditch. There’s talk of meeting up, but it never happens. Lily never quite manages to draw up the courage to tell James which bus route to take. James always fails to write down where the spot for apparating to is. So they go all summer never seeing each other, except in familiar g’s and friendly scribbles which Lily has to spend ages deciphering into something legible.

September comes and they’re both wearing their badges and neither one is surprised but both are slightly hurt the other didn’t mention it. Excuses are useless so they just say well done and attempt to organise the prefects, even though Remus spends the whole meeting making suggestive gestures at one of them when the other isn’t looking. And nothing has changed. Except James is taller, again, and Lily’s hair is shorter and her boobs are bigger (but James definitely hasn’t noticed that), but they’re the same. No one blinks twice when they’re the only two left in the common room. Everyone is used to seeing them together, heads bent close, people uncertain if they’re discussing rotas or the latest transfiguration journal. It becomes customary that if Lily’s the only one on a sofa, the other half is reserved for James. If James falls asleep with her head in her lap, there’s nothing unusual about it.

People call them a couple and they don’t think to correct them, not having discussed it but sort of knowing anyway. She kisses him goodbye outside the Three Broomsticks once, a peck on the cheek, the Marauders going onto Zonko’s and the girls visiting Honeydukes. He blushes but she doesn’t and then that’s a thing too. It doesn’t take long before the kisses are on the forehead, the nose, the lips. Always gentle, quick and not really anything of note except, every time lips brush skin, their hearts race faster. So no one’s surprised when, with the excuse of mistle toe, a short and swift kiss becomes a long, soft and languid one. (Until Peter throws a cushion at them.)

They’re dating, going out, boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re every synonym for together and they’re happy. Every inch of them says ‘I love you’, but they never say it. And then they do. And it just happens, and their hearts beat faster, and their breath comes short, but they’re not surprised. They know, everyone knows, how could they not be in love? James says it first, casually and then not casually at all. Lily says it back, into his neck, his lips, his heart, both of them smiling like they’ve been given the sun on a string.

So they’re in love and it’s a shred of light in a world which keeps getting extinguished around them. They’re not sure how or when it happened but it did and when they have nothing they have each other, because that’s just how it is.

It is full summer now, the heart of June;
Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir
Upon the upland meadow where too soon
Rich autumn time, the season’s usurer,
Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.
Too soon indeed! yet here is the daffodil,
That love-child of the Spring, has lingered on
To vex the rose with jealousy, and still
The harebell spreads her azure pavilion,
And like a strayed and wandering reveller
Abandoned of its brothers,
Whom long since June’s messenger
The mistle-thrush has lightened from the glade,
One pale narcissus loiters fearfully
Close to a shadowy nook, where half afraid
Of their own loveliness some violets lie
That will not look the gold sun in the face
For fear of too much splendour,
- ah! methinks it is a place
Which should be trodden by Peresephone
When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!
—  Oscar Wilde - The Garden of Eros
RFA+Saeran & V Drunk

A special thanks to @actualobsessivetrash for helping me come up with the idea. :) 


  • Everything in drinking is a first for him 
  • Likes sweeter drinks but tries to keep up with the other members
  • When he get’s drunk he’s super bubbly and excited
  • Has more confidence to talk to girls and thinks he’s super smooth
  • Gets hit on by both guys and girls who try to take him home
  • Passes out in the car or as soon as he gets home


  • Waaaaayyyy too into himself
  • Looks into a mirror and starts hitting on his reflection 
  • “Do you have a name or can I call you ‘mine’?” *winks*
  • Challenges Jumin in any competition   
  • Thinks he’s invincible and will hug Elizabeth the Third
  • It doesn’t end well…


  • Can drink with the best of them 
  • Is even more honest than usual 
  • “And you know what? Fuck cat fur and your couch!” *drops invisible mic in front of Jumin* 
  • Will not remember putting money in the waist band of Zen’s pants
  • Tries to explain logically why she isn’t drunk when she definitely is 


  • Wine keeps him calm 
  • But break out the harder stuff and he’s a new man
  • Has a tendency to strip
  • “Jumin put your pants back on!” 
  • Drunk Jumin takes the most gorgeous selfies
  • At some point him and Zen are trying to decide who would be a better stripper and get on top of the bar


  • This motherfucker right here is always up to no good
  • His only goal is to get everybody else drunk
  • So spiking some punch is up his alley
  • Is notorious for trying to kiss anyone, “The Kissing Bandit” 
  • Also joins Zen and Jumin’s competitions (usually pulls Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran in too)
  • Laughs uncontrollably until he falls over 


  • Suddenly becomes super smooth 
  • Has a flock of people surround him to try and take him home
  • Very laid back
  • Will deny he is drunk at every turn though and is still sassy
  • However, every bar/club he goes to a fight breaks out? But he’s never around when security shows?
  • Psh, weird, am I right? 


  • Announces when he is drunk 
  • Will stop drinking when he realizes he is drunk 
  • Will remember EVERYTHING
  • Is still the most responsible person and tries to make sure everyone is ok at all times
  • “Yoosung, this isn’t a track field stop running around!” 
  • “Zen, that nice girl was not hitting on your reflection she was hitting on you.” 
  • “Jaehee, licking your elbow is impressive but doesn’t prove you’re not drunk.” 
  • “Jumin?! Why are there dollar bills in your underwear?!”
  • “Saeyoung stop pretending like you see a mistle toe it is JULY.” 
  • *holding back Saeran* “He apologized for bumping into you! It was an accident!” *looks at the other guy* “Run! I can’t hold him back for long!” 

~the next morning~

  • V wakes up passed out on the couch shirtless while everyone else is already awake and eating. 
  • “Well good morning sleepy head,” Saeyoung greets. 
  • “You really lost control last night,” Yoosung comments. 
  • Saeran nodded. “I didn’t think you had it in you to try and punch that guy who bumped into you.” 
  • “Passed out on the couch like an animal,” Jaehee added. 
  • “Why do I suddenly feel insulted by that statement?” Jumin thought aloud.
  • Zen sipped some coffee, “Could you please put some clothes on V.” 
  • V just pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you, so much.” 

Hi guys! So recently I just reached 530 followers, which is MANY considering I don’t really contribute that much to either football (real madrid especially) or F1. I never even thought of turning this blog into football and F1 only theme, let alone reaching that number of followers. It’s pretty crazy :)

I made this blog back in 2012 for a couple of reasons: 1) I found out that one of my classmates got this thing called tumblr. I checked them out to see what’s this tumblr is all about and just randomly decided maybe I should made one too, 2)  I want to keep updated with Legend of Korra but then I was surprised with the amount of meme this fandom makes lmao (the meme is the reason why I stay), 3) Kimi made his comeback to F1 that year, then I was curious; does tumblr also have F1 fans here? Oh boy was I even surprised

Hmm… what else, what else. Most of you probably didn’t even know who I am since I don’t really interact with most of the people I follow here. Well, I did interact with some (2-3 people I think? Oh but there’s this one time when one of you mentioning my name in the tag, I was so surprised ‘someone actually know my name!’) and that’s it. Me and my introverted ass doesn’t really know the concept of starting a conversation lol (Ironically my major is communication. Welp. Mistakes happen). 

But I really, really want to thank you all of my mutuals who still follow me through my incoherent rants, many spams, and my annoying ‘ sometimes I forgot how to english’ commentary. This is why I want to make this follow forever post, to thank you for making my experience as a football and F1 fan more fun, also to let you know that I love seeing your post on my dash :)

Here’s for more memes, bantering and shit-posting!  🍻

Ah, I feel like I’m forgetting some of you. Well then, shout out to you wonderful people! You know who you are :)

Have a good day everyone!

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February 21, 2017 - Mistletoebird, Australian Flowerpecker, Mistle Flowerpecker, Mistletoe Flowerpecker, Australian Flower Swallow, or Wallacean Flowerpecker (Dicaeum hirundinaceum)

The only flowerpecker species in Australia, these birds are found throughout most of the country, as well as in Papua New Guinea and eastern Indonesia. They can enter a state of torpor during cold weather, slowing down their metabolism to save energy. Specially adapted to a diet of mistletoe berries, they have simple digestive systems, which allow the sticky seeds to pass through quickly and be deposited onto branches. This helps spread the partially parasitic plants, maintaining the birds’ food supply. They also capture insects, mostly to feed to their chicks. Females build the pear-shaped hanging nests from plant down and spiderweb and incubate the eggs alone. Both parents feed the chicks.

anonymous asked:

Aomine and his fem s/o kissing or make out under mistletoe? Thankss

“______, please come and help me” Aomine called for you. You left the living room to help him with whatever he needed help with and was not ready for what he was up to. He was standing in the hallway.

“What was…” you began the sentence but Aomine grabbed you by the waist, not letting you finish, and pressed his lips against yours. First you just stood there surprised but then you leaned in for more. Aomine wasn’t late to replay. One of his hands moved up to your neck and the other hand on the small of your back pulling you closer. Aomine grin against your lips, one of the best things with Christmas was the mistletoe.