museums are your friends

Extremely Valuable - Leonard Snart

- Y/n = Your Name

- Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Prompt- “The police just threatened you to put your weapon down and you retorted by saying that you’ll take something extremely valuable, and then you grabbed me wTF DID YOU JUST WINK AT ME.” with Snart?-anon

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Got7 reaction to their s/o dragging to art gallery

anonymous asked:  Could you please do GOT7’s reaction to their gf dragging them to an art gallery, where they’re super bored but she’s so excited and into the art? Thank you! 💖

A/N: I feel like this would be me, I always drag my parents to art museum

Jinyoung- “Yea… This art really call out to me because….the colors!…lines…. yea I don’t get it”

Originally posted by jypnior

Jackson- After you telling him the story of the painting, *gif*

Originally posted by jieunyoung

Jaebum- “You’re so lucky I love you”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae- Sees you taking a picture with Picasso’s painting

Originally posted by jaebumiie

Yugyeom- “Since you took me to an art museum which is…. super fun… I’m taking you bowling next time”

Originally posted by j-miki

Mark- *You wree facetiming your friend after a day at the museum* “HELLO! YOU SHOULD’VE WARN ME THAT Y/N LIKES TO GO TO THE ART MUSEUM!”

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

Bambam- “Babe, if you like art so much, I’ll just buy you a gallery”

Originally posted by jieunyoung

El Diablo x Reader: I Hold To Those Who Favour Fire

Imagine you have ice powers and were part of task force x, and post SS live in a cell next to El Diablo. You are just friends but you both want more.

Everything was frozen solid. The air around you was frosty, and you thought you would see your breath if it produced heat. You were completely surrounded by Ice, even the ground beneath your feet was solid and cold. The closer you looked the worse it became. A boomerang was stopped mid-air and your eyes quickly traced it to a blue hand, Digger’s hand. Panicked, you ran up to him and studied his face- he was frozen solid. It was like you were in an ice sculpture museum, but all of the works of art were your friends- dead underneath.

You woke from your dream shivering violently with icicle tears on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time you had dreamt of that particular outcome, and it would certainly not be the last. Sometimes you even feared closing your eyes. There was one person you knew could relate, and he was just a few feet away.

It made sense to put yours and Diablo’s cells right next to each other, since your powers cancelled each other out. You learned that the hard way on a mission when you both hopelessly went after the same target. Shortly after you returned from the first big mission, Diablo was brought back after sacrificing himself to stop the enchantress’ brother. Waller was hesitant to follow his special request- give you and him special access to each other’s cells so you could help one another if your powers went out of hand. The facility soon put in handprint recognition technology on both of your cylinders that would only allow the other to enter. This would be the first time you had attempted to use it without asking Diablo if you could come in first, but the anxiety following your dream pushed you to slam your hand on the pad and slide in.

Chato sat up abruptly with the clank of the door slamming automatically behind you and blinked confusedly for a few moments.

“Y/N?” He questioned groggily.

“Yeah.” You murmured back, walking a little closer so you were stood beside him.

“What are you doing in here? It’s still dark out.”

You felt guilty for waking him up, knowing how seldom he actually slept.

“I-I had a really bad dream and I couldn’t stop myself, I was so scared. I thought if I saw you It would raise my temperature and I could stop shaking. It sounds stupid- I’m sorry I woke you up. I’ll go.” You turned toward the door, embarrassed by your childishness. Suddenly a hot hand wrapped around your wrist.

“No no-it’s alright, come here.” Chato encouraged, gesturing for you to sit.

You turned back toward him with a sheepish grin before plopping down cross legged on the floor. He curled his legs in to match yours and studied your face as he reached out his other hand.

“Is this okay?” He asked, holding both of your hands in his to warm them.

“Yes, thank you.” You smiled slightly and gave his hands a squeeze.

“Do you mind talking about it?” He asked, peering into your eyes for confirmation.

You stared back into his dark orbs and shook your head gently.

“I froze everyone, all of you.” You whispered.

“I killed every last one of you with my stupid powers. Everyone I still care about- dead.” A whimper escaped your purple lips, deepening Chato’s frown. Instinctively his thumb brushed over the side of your cold hand. To him it felt amazing, an icy chill that extinguished his ever burning flame.

“Lo siento, mi carambano.” He said quietly in his hypnotic accent. There was something about Spanish that made your heart ache. Correction: there was something about Chato speaking Spanish that made your heart ache.

“I know you must get them too, the dreams.” Your eyes focussed on your hands, latched to his.

“Every time I close my eyes. But I’ve learned how to fight them.”

“How?” Your head snapped up suddenly, intrigued.

“I think about something that brings my heart joy, not sadness.”

“And it works?” You were sceptical.

“Usually, but it depends on what I’m thinking of. Small things make them fade for a moment or two, but the thoughts that make me really happy chase them away for hours.”

“Like what?” You wondered innocently.

If at all possible, his cheeks became hotter from embarrassment at the thought.

“The look on your face when we shook hands the day we met.” He chuckled.

“And the way your mouth hung open when I set half the hotel on fire.” He was holding your hands tightly, grinning at the memories.

“Or at the bar when I told everyone what happened to my family and you touched my hand.” He smiled downwards as you began to blush. Was he… Confessing?

“I guess one of mine would be…” You hesitated for a moment, but if he was spilling his intimate thoughts to you it was only fair you share some with him.

“When Digger slapped my ass and you set his sleeve on fire.”’ You giggled, causing Chato to smile.

“Or the look on your face when you saw me out of my prison get up for the first time.” You thought back to the way his eyes lit up when they landed on your figure.

He smirked, remembering your lacy blue crop top and white high-waisted shorts.

“What about when i spoke Spanish to you and you wouldn’t talk to me for six hours?” He grimaced.

“It’s not my fault that your language is so beautiful.” You defended.

“And is it my fault that your body is so beautiful?” He countered. That one shut you up briefly before sending you into a tornado of indignant sputtering.

“I- you- my- body-beauty-wha-” You worked up the courage to meet his gaze.

“Tu cuerpo es muy hermosa.” He murmured shyly, lifting your hand to meet his lips.

You could have melted.

“Here I am, absolutely smitten, and for all I know you could have just called me a fish.”

His lips linger and his breath ghosts across your hand.

“You’re smitten?”

“Si.” You giggle.

“So you do know some Spanish.”

“Yeah I guess if you count Burrito, Nachos, Taco, salsa…” You trailed off, recognizing that you had ruined the moment.

Chato burst into a fit of deep laughter, lowering your hand.

“You couldn’t have thought of something sexier to say than Burrito?”

“No! Like what?” You laughed.

He stopped for a moment before leaning over so his hands were on either side of you and his lips were against your ear.

“Quiero saber lo que su cobello se ve como en la manana.” His breath hissed against your skin, and you shivered.

Before he could pull away you reached up and softly grabbed his collar.

“What does that mean?”

“You will never know.” He breathed, his mouth inches from yours.

“I promise you I did not call you a fish.” He smiled.

“Tell me.” You pleaded, your lips almost brushing against his.

“What will you do if I don’t?” He asked cheekily.

In a moment of confidence you pulled on his shirt roughly so his lips smashed down onto yours. He was still at first, shocked by your sudden move. After a second he kissed back, gentle then burning with passion and thirst. He guided you forward with one hand so he could fall back instead of teetering above you. You knelt in front of him, hands still gripped tight to the orange shirt, as you moved your lips in sync with his. Finally, he pulled away for breath.

“If that’s my price then I’m never going to tell you.” He gasped, resting his hands on each side of your face.

“Tease.” You murmured.

A/N: I know this is long and terrible. Sorry. Also, blame google translate if the Spanish is horrendous.
Sentence prompt taken from:

things I associate with the signs

aries: concerts, thunderstorms, rollercoasters, getting drunk with your best friends, barbecues, car racing, mountain climbing, cracked screens

taurus: potted plants, guitar, good books, burgers, converse shoes, paintings, hugs, english class, backpacks, art sketchbooks, clouds

gemini: bookshelves, mismatched socks, gossip, cartoons, homemade jewellery, playing the piano, laundry, ripped jeans, bubblegum

cancer: soft hair, ice cream, walking on the beach, good advice, cookies, jenga, underwear, europe, opening your window, iced drinks, butterflies

leo: tanning, ice lollies, rolling your eyes, going shopping, pride, cities at night, winking, gold, feeling the breeze on your face, new friends, laughter

virgo: museums and libraries, stacks of paper, daisies, the smell of old books, picture frames, prom dresses, cocktails, your first kiss, fairy lights

libra: summer rain, dragons, singing along to the radio, peaches, debates, busy restaurants, soft skin, waterfalls, sex jokes, mirrors, cooking food

scorpio: rock music, bold eyebrows, whispering in class, horror movies, high heels, humming, ghost stories, dancing in your room, shoe laces

sagittarius: hide and seek, road trips, birthday cake, rooftops, taxis, bonfires, soda, forests, nostalgia, graffiti, school lunch, hair braids, volcanoes, candy

capricorn: coffee, heavy snow, watches, maths, video games, sarcasm, journals, hockey, exams, hair gel, lead pencils, biting your nails, dark lipstick

aquarius: aliens, pinky toes, glasses, blue jeans, soap, ocean waves, the internet, your favourite t-shirt, glitter pens, time travel, excitement

pisces: starry skies, classical music, sleeping, dreams, swimming pools, falling in love, blowing bubbles, poetry, bruises, long car rides, candles, lilac


Originally posted by mtv

Adjusting your glasses, messy braids, stormy piano pieces played in an empty house, running your fingertips over Books arranged on a shelf as you walk past, messy hieroglyphic handwriting, large cups of tea, pensive silences, video games, perfectly sharpened pencils, tshirts two sizes too big, empty museums, awkward dance moves, sarcastic retorts and sly grins, fierce protectiveness towards your friends, the value of pi, old bookstores, giggling at stupid puns, pitch darkness, catapults, obsessions, ‘Why is everyone so stupid?’, ball pen doodles on the knees of your jeans, appraising yourself in the mirror, covering any hurt with snappy comebacks, bony wrists, red velvet cake, fluctuating interests, Latin phrases, passionate debates about trivial things, naming your plant, refusing to let yourself cry, research papers, Reading wikipedia articles for fun, spouting random facts, sharing significant looks with a friend, bad hair days,  painting on your bedroom wall, reading under the blankets by the light of a torch, tattoos on your wrists, worn out converse, messy tables, stacks of journals, thinly-veiled sarcasm, , the smell of Mint.

inspired solely by @siriuslysarcastic, the most INTP person I know (the only INTP person I know)

Meeting the Pharaoh//An Ahkmenrah Imagine

malfoyyoulilshit said: Hey could you please do another Ahkmenrah imagine from Night at the Museum? Thanks, love your imagines xxxx

Ah yes, an excuse to write more about my pharaoh


You strolled through the museum, munching on Red Vines and humming under your breath, saying hello to the various exhibits. You were trying to find Attila, Jed, and Octavius, your three best friends in the museum. 

“Oi! Dad!” you yelled.

“I’m busy, talk to Teddy!” he hollered.

You groaned and went off to find the president. “Hey, Ted.”

“Hello (Y/N),” he said, smiling warmly.

“You seen Atilla and the mini-boyfriends?”

He chuckled. “Last I saw, they were plotting in the hall of miniatures.”

You pretended to be outraged. “Without me?”

The man chuckled. “I’m sure they won’t do anything without you. Go find them, and do try not to cause too much havoc.”

You grinned. “Thanks Ted.”

“Anytime,” he said, tipping his hat and riding away. You marched to the hall of miniatures and walked in, stopping with your hands on your hips. Atilla saw you first, and his eyes went wide. 

Jed and Octavius turned around and saw you and immediately stopped talking.

“Are you guys plotting without me?” you asked accusingly.

They grinned sheepishly. “No offense intended, Gigantress,” Jed said, Octavius nodding in agreement.

You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh, sure. Where are we going tonight?” you asked.

Jed and Octavius climbed up your arm until they were sitting on your shoulder. Atilla picked you up and put you on his shoulders and walked out of the room. 

Jed tapped a finger on his chin. “How about the Egypt exhibit?”

Octavius nodded in agreement. “I believe the pharaoh is the only exhibit that you haven’t met yet. Atilla, to the Egypt exhibit!”

Atilla grunted and stopped moving. You patted his shoulder. “Please,” you added for the tiny Roman. Atilla started walking again until you reached the exhibit, where he lifted you off of his shoulders and put the tiny men in his hat. 

Before you could ask where the pharaoh was, the three exhibits disappeared out the door, shutting it behind them. “Guys?” You tried the door, but it was locked.

The two giant jackals came to life and came at you with razor-tipped spears. 

“Shit,” you mumbled.

The came closer, and one nicked your shoulder. You could feel the warm blood trickling down your shoulder.

You hissed in pain and slid between their legs, coming up next to a coffin. The inhabitant of said coffin was banging on the inside of the lid. 

You looked around, desperate for an escape, but no such luck. “Fuck this!” you screamed, and in a last-ditch effort, you shoved the lid of the sarcophagus off and the thing inside sat up. “Oh, hell no,” you muttered.

The guy yelled something at the jackals and they stood down. He reached up and unwrapped his bandages. 

Holy shit, the guy was a babe.

“Are you all right?” he asked with a concerned look. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine. Jed, Octavius, and Atilla, however… They’re all going to be puddles of wax when I’m done with them.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you by any chance (Y/N)? Larry’s daughter?”

You nodded.

“I am Ahkmenrah. Come, let’s get that looked at.” He pulled off the rest of his bandages, revealing his royal garb underneath. He hopped out and you tried not to stare at him as he grabbed his crown. “Let’s go then.”

“Uh, the door’s locked,” you said quietly. 

“Well now, that is an issue, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “I can call my dad to come let us out.” You pulled out your phone and dialed his number. 

After five minutes of waiting in an uncomfortable silence, Larry opened the doors. “Sorry I wasn’t here to get you out sooner Ahk,” he said. “I was busy dealing with the breakroom problem.”

The king nodded. “Don’t let it happen again though, please. Fear of tight spaces is not a pleasant thing.”

Larry nodded apologetically, and his eyes widened when he saw your arm. “What happened to you?”

“Nicked by a jackal spear. I’m fine though.”

“Let’s get that cleaned up.”

You and your dad headed down to the break room where the first aid kit was kept. Ahk followed tentatively, not sure if he was supposed to stay with you, or go somewhere else.

You thanked Larry and got up, wandering around the museum and munching on an apple you grabbed from the fruit bowl. 

“Do you need something?” you asked the pharaoh, noticing that he was still following you.

“Uh, no, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You shrugged and kept walking until you saw your three friends. “You!” you shouted. Their eyes widened and they began to run. “Oh, hell no.” You took off after them, dropping the apple and grabbing the lighter in your pocket. you took a short cut and cut them off at the end of the hall, grinning when you saw Ahk blocking the other end. You cornered Atilla and the miniatures, holding the lighter to their faces menacingly, making them all cower in fear. 

Ahk found himself admiring the fact that you could make a six and a half foot tall hun cower in fear using only a tiny plastic lighter. 

“Who’s brilliant idea was it to lock me in the Egypt exhibit with the homicidal jackals then?” you snarled.

Jed and Octavius pointed at each other, but Atilla pointed at Jed. You picked the tiny cowboy up by the back of his shirt. “Explain.”

He sighed. “We wanted you to meet the pharaoh,” he said meekly.

You rolled your eyes. “That couldn’t have waited until he was actually out and walking around?”

If plastic could blush, Jed would be. He hung his head. “Sorry Gigantress.”

Octavius echoed him and Atilla nodded apologetically. 

“Y'all are idiots,” you snorted.

“Are we good?” the tiny cowboy asked apprehensively. 

You grinned. “Yeah, I s'pose we are.” You whistled and waved Ahk over. “Thanks for helping me out,” you told him.

He shrugged. “They locked you in with, what was it you said? Ah, yes. ‘Homicidal jackals.’”

“Hey, I stand by that,” you said. 

He laughed. Good god he had a nice laugh. “I suppose you have good reason.”

You grinned. “Damn right I do.”

Ahkmenrah couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the foul-mouthed girl standing next to him, surveying the entire museum over the balcony, watching her brother play fetch with the giant dinosaur. 

“That looks like fun,” you said as you watched Nicky ride around on the T-rex.

You whistled loudly, catching the attention of the boy and the dinosaur. “Catch me!” you yelled, launching over the railing, landing on the dinosaur with a thump. 

The two of you ran off, laughing like idiots. “This is awesome,” you said, grinning.

Nicky nodded in agreement.

Ahk watched in shock as you launched yourself over the side of the railing. She’s insane, he thought. I love it. 

Lemme know if you guys want a part two

Reasons to Live (poems that i almost deleted)

-all the hotels youve never been in inside of all the cities youre going to see

-the late night talks with your best friend at sleepovers

-the smell of your room when you get back from a vacation or even just being out with your friends

-all the friends youre going to make

-all the toxic “friends” you will soon be able to leave (i promise)

-you will be able to get away from the people that dont make you happy (i promise)

-sleeping in the same bed as the person you love the most

-art museums with your best friend

-holding hands and hugs

-small pretty flowers on the sidewalk

-the new album from your favorite band

-that one song that always makes you happy

-the view of a city from a big apartment window in a small cozy apartment

-ferris wheels at night

-late night walks on the beach

-piling up on the couch with all your closest friends and watching your favorite movies

-you will always be valid and your mind will always be beautiful

-for me

-i believe in you

-you are loved

please keep living. its worth it.


Requested by eleventhdoctorsangel

Ever since the Museum of Natural History started its night shows where they replace the exhibits with actors and animatronics, you found yourself going more often. The novelty wore off early, and it was kind of odd to walk through what’s usually genuine artifacts and still sculptures with all of them replaced (and it seemed like it was a bit much to close off the Hall of African Mammals to try to further the illusion of everything being real), but there was one very specific reason you kept coming back.

The man they got to play Ahkmenrah was extremely cute. You constantly hoped to run into him somewhere outside of the museum, but you never did. Though, New York is a big place. You’ve never seen anyone from the museum outside of the building.

You found a day to pull your friend to the museum to finally show her what you’ve been talking about.

“See, isn’t he cute?” you asked your friend quietly.

Your friend nodded appreciatively. “I can see why you like him. Go talk to him,” she said.

“What? No!” you protested, too embarrassed.

“If you don’t, you’ll never shut up about him,” your friend pointed out. “Go talk to him. If he likes you, too, great for you! If he turns you down, I’ll buy you a pint of ice-cream.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, walking up to Ahkmenrah.

“Oh, hello, I see you a lot around here,” Ahkmenrah greeted with a kind, charming smile. “Do you have any questions about the exhibits or Egypt?”

“Oh, uh, no exactly,” you replied nervously. You glanced around. Nobody was waiting to talk to him. “I would kinda like to get to know you. Would it be okay to give you my number? It’s totally okay to say yes and just throw it away or something.”

Ahkmenrah briefly had a look akin to a deer stuck in headlights. “Oh, uh, I don’t think I’m the kind of guy you’re expecting,” he said nervously.

You were slightly confused, but mostly disappointed. “What do you mean, exactly?” you asked curiously, expecting to be told he’s gay.

However, while Ahkmenrah was fighting to figure out a reply, the actor they had for Teddy Roosevelt rode his horse right up next to the two of you, startling Ahkmenrah.

“Go for it, boy!” he encouraged the Egyptian. He leaned in close, and you thought you heard something about “an advantage you have over the rest of us.” He then pulled himself back upright in the saddle. “Just give me the word, and I’ll clear it with Larry for her to stay after the night exhibit closes.”

Ahkmenrah thought a moment, before nodding. “Alright. I’ll give this a shot,” he replied. He turned to you. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied. “And yours?”

“Ahkmenrah,” he replied with a small smirk.

“Oh come on, there’s no kids in earshot that you’ll spoil the magic for,” you encouraged.

“All will be explained later,” Ahkmenrah stated with a wink.

what the signs remind me of

aries: the last leaves of the fall, a forest fire, farms that open up in october with haunted attractions and pumpkin picking and hayrides and apple orchards, surprised but curious eyes, a warm filling meal, being spooked, dead skin
taurus: a cozy home, munchies, being content with a lover, spontaneous visits to new places, museums, feeling sad for reasons unknown, chopsticks
gemini: hanging with all your friends for the weekend, being freshly showered and putting on clean socks, free things and nice finds at thrift stores, gifts, emotional breakdowns, giving good advice, finding a favorite lost knicknack
leo: a clear crisp night where you can see every star, classic movies, romantic love, deep dark bright eyes and nice hair, friendly demeanor, deception, clues and hints
cancer: true love, wanting something more, finding a love letter/poem written to you who knows how long ago, people with purpose, uncanny synchronicities, despair, free spirit
virgo: white blank paper, a nicely-rolled j, creating, learning something new and truly soaking it in, helping someone in need, feeling loved and understood, a troubled expression, furrowed eyebrows
libra: soft stuffed animals, cold feet and hands, neat clothes, pink stuff and going to the diner in pajamas with someone you love, uplifting others, not knowing what to do next, a big colorful scaley fish
scorpio: when you blush and your entire face and neck feel red and hot, staring at someone you love and they stare back, trouble, complex beauty and love, being unsure, the feeling of skin on skin, depth/perception
sagittarius: nutty ideas that actually seem plausible, egg-throwing contests, mala necklaces, being a nomad, trying so hard to impress someone that it works, melty cheese, frankenstein
capricorn: a dry cool day, looking out the window of a moving train, sunlight coming through swaying leaves speckling your face, tired but pretty eyes and pale features, feeling like death, cycles, yearning
aquarius: neon lights late at night, a nice breeze, the first time going to the beach after winter, swimming with sea turtles and mystical fish in clear water with sunlight cascading into the depths of the ocean, proportionate features, clear mind and skin, a tarot reader
pisces: sitting at a lake meditating, going home, coming out of the void saying and really meaning it: “I’m okay”, when you love someone and they love you back and you both know it and you’re both happy, a wonferful day after a terrible day, flowers in the earth, old books filled with notes and pictures and things in the margins

Rules: Using only songs from one artist, answer these nine questions and tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @mylastvow and @isitandwonder​. Thank you you lovelys… I love this game!!

Artist: Muse

What’s your gender?: Unintended
Describe yourself: Butterflies and Hurricanes
How do you feel?: Ruled by Secrecy
If you could go anywhere?: Muscle Museum
Favorite mode of transportation?: Starlight
Your best friend?: Psycho
Favorite time of day?: Aftermath
If your life was a tv show?: Survival
Relationship status?: Bliss  
Your fear?: Dead Inside

So I tag (only if you like of course)
@yan-yae @missartemisholmes @ebaeschnbliah @impatient14 @shawleyleres @currently-in-my-mind-palace @may-shepard @tjlcisthenewsexy

I leave it here…curious for your answers ;-)))

(Original post : )

James was bored out of his mind. It was one thing being dragged to the art museum on a Saturday morning, another to have your bright and annoyingly awake friend abandon you as soon as the object of his affections had caught his eye - this one was called Remus, a tall lanky boy who had an appropriate name to be working on the Ancient Greek department, with “golden eyes and a smile that would melt Icarus’ wings all over again”. Sirius’ words, not his.

He watched Sirius wave his hands animatedly, putting a smirk on Remus ’ face as he replied something that made the tips of Sirius’ ears grown a bright pink. James yawned again, and wondered if art museums had a Starbucks, or if he would have to make up an excuse to sneak out early.

He took out his phone and checked the hour. It was barely 10 am. He could be sleeping right now. But when he glanced over to Sirius again, who was scratching the back of his neck now, eyes firmly cast to the floor, he couldn’t even feel annoyed about it. Only so very bored.

He opened his messages and started typing a text to Peter.

> | The things I do for Sirius. :( | <

He clicked the small camera symbol and held up his phone, posing dramatically next to the depiction of Artemis to add a picture.

He jumped when a stern voice behind him spoke up. “Please do not take pictures of the art work.”

He turned to see a girl around his age, hair a surprisingly bright red and pulled up in a bun on top of her head, pinned down with a large white flower. Freckles danced over the bridge of her nose and kissed her cheeks. James was sure he heard birds chirping when she moved - but realised quickly it was someone’s ringtone.

“Oh, I’m…” He stared at his phone, and then back at the girl, who raised an amused eyebrow at him. “I’m.. Sorry. I’m just taking a selfie.”

Her face split into a mischievous grin. “I know.”

Before James could find the appropriate reaction to that, she had turned around, leaving him be flustered and confused.

"Hey,” Sirius appeared next to him, clutching a small note with a series of nearly written numbers on them. “are you alright, mate?”

“Art, man.” James mumbled, staring at the back of the girl’s head. “Just art.”

“Yeah.” Sirius said reverently, looking up at the statue. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

As if on cue, the girl whirled around again, and when she caught him looking, winked.

"Stunning.” James breathed, and he didn’t even notice the weird look Sirius threw at him.

TanaNoya is sneaking out past curfew, begging your older sister to cover for you and telling her you’ll clean her room and do the dishes as long as god, Saeko, please don’t tell Mum and Dad! TanaNoya is laughing until you cry with your best friend, sitting on the sand and looking out into the water until the sun rises. TanaNoya is that warm morning sunlight that wakes you up in the summer, exciting you for the holidays. It’s trying vodka shots for the first time with your older sister who cleans up after you throw up, it’s 3am video games and finding ridiculous memes on the Internet and laughing hysterically about them because it’s 3am and nothing makes sense. It’s finding a new secret hideout in the middle of nowhere, shared only between yourself and your best friend. It’s hand-holding at museums, reassuring hugs when you’re upset, and catching the first flight to Hawaii together the next day because why the fuck not.

TanaNoya is all about firsts; first time drinking to the point where you pass out in each other’s laps, first time kissing anyone, first time getting high, first time you realise you’re falling in love with your best friend. First time having sex, first time moving out of home and into a shabby apartment together, and the first time you feel like nothing can possibly stop you from following your dreams.

The first time Tanaka realised he was in love with Nishinoya was in their second year of high school; they weren’t playing volleyball or anything, but were in class. Nishinoya had fallen asleep with his mouth open and Tanaka carefully doodled an artistic moustache on his face; his hand shook holding the pen and all he really wanted to do was to kiss him instead. The first time Nishinoya realised he was in love with Tanaka was in their final year during an intense game when Tanaka got concussed and fell unconscious. Worry and fear crippled the libero as he ran over to see if Karasuno’s ace was okay. “Ryuu, wake up, wake UP! We need you, I need you,” Nishinoya’s voice quivers as he holds a slowly reviving Tanaka in his small arms. “Oh thank fucking fuck,” cries of relief fall down Nishinoya’s face as he leans down to kiss his best friend. 

The Signs as Important Things

*Please Take The Time To Read All The Way Through This*

Aries: Emotions : Without our emotions, and feelings where would we be in life? We’d just be mindless, living rocks incapable of passion and a need for life.

Taurus: Nature : Everything from the flowers, the trees and to the thundering hurricane, nature is our guid to mind, letting us paint the pictures we see in museums, and decorate our homes with.

Gemini: Friends : On your worst days, your true friends will always be there for you, and on your best they’re still there.

Cancer: Family : It’s what holds you together, even if you don’t get along, you still love and care for each other. It doesn’t really matter what happens,your family will always care for you.

Leo: Your Mind : It’s what holds you, your personality, your little infinity. You’ll always need your mind to guid your lost soul to the finish line, wherever it may be. You gain yourself from yourself.

Virgo: Education : Without proper education, where would we be in life? Though it may seem pointless, we get our knowledge from it to help us find a career and passion.

Libra: Relationships : Friends, Family, Significant Others, Teachers, Bosses, and even Enemies, all teach us important lessons in life, and how to make a good or bad impression, and mark in this world. 

Scorpio: Books : Books are passed down trough the ages telling us of times we didn’t know of, expanding not only our vocabulary, but our imaginations.

Sagittarius: Home : Our home is where our heart was made, and where it will always land. Your family was made there, your friends have have sleep over memories, and most importantly, you discovered what you wanted inline there.

Capricorn: Music : Our minds work so amazingly, but with instruments and voices conceding with each other, something magical happens, and we learn to have emotions through song.

Aquarius: Traveling : When we travel, we experience different cultures, environments, and people. We learn to understand through difference.

Pisces: Dreaming : Not just your aspirations in life, but what you do when you sleep. Dreams let us experience thing; touching without our hands, smelling without our noses, seeing without our eyes.