james: scuffed elbows, tapper of nails, drums fingers on knees, leans on walls, leans on tables, leans on anything stationary, also leans on people, terrible at chess, greets with a hug, ink stained knuckles, scar on temple from dolohov’s bludger, loves a girl, loves the girl, sings off-key, runs in the morning for fun, wanted to be a holyhead harpy when he was seven, ridiculously blind, chipped a canine in a fight with avery after he called sirius a traitor, takes stairs two at a time, only child but not really, playing card house architect, has never been seen with unrolled sleeves, kissed sirius after winning the quidditch cup, sends his mum flowers every week, meetings with mcgonagall every fortnight to discuss the others, named his owl quaffle, sprints down corridors after sirius, buys remus chocolate and hides it for him to find, sleeps shirtless, wakes up most nights from nightmares, bounces knees relentlessly, overflowing with energy, cannot stand still, can’t remember last time his mind shut up, wants to grow old so badly it hurts
sirius: cheekbones to die for, thinks he’s a connoisseur of firewhiskey, is not, has never had a spot, always has an arm round someones shoulders or a knee draped over their leg, rocks on chairs, asked out mcgonagall for odds on, rarely takes his shirt off, has a kitten called seraphina who he carries around in his pocket, once bet dumbledore five galleons he could beat him in a stare-off, lost, immaculate nails, has long conversations with lily where they plait each others hair and gossip about james, was the first to notice when marlene stopped eating, sits at the top of astronomy tower and shreds letters from his mother, president of protect the bees, won’t sleep with less than two pillows, spends a lot of time by the lake with remus, writes puns on parchment and leaves them round the castle, write’s pete’s charms essays for him when he’s bored, very proud of regulus when he catches the snitch, sits on the floor, sits on tables, sits on james, can’t cook pasta, has a map of all the places he wants to visit, infatuated with fresh air, can’t stand the city,
never wants to go back there
remus: reigning champion of ‘how many objects can we put on sirius whilst he naps’, terrible prefect, cracks knuckles, bites inside of cheeks, too tall to fit under tables, sarcastic little shit, stronger than he looks, runner of the hogwarts betting pool, mastermind of pranks, never gets caught, bites nails till they bleed, sits on windowsills, probably knows the nooks and crannys of the school better than the founders, memorises lyrics accidentally, owns too many jumpers, odd socks, sleeps in class a lot, slammed crabbe’s head into a desk so hard he broke his nose in three places, drinks hot chocolate by the gallon, has a book club with lily, official group photographer, terrified of the violent anger that bubbles under his skin, doesn’t talk in class but laughs under breath, drinker of tea, hates eggs, main seller of banned substances, uncomfortable with affection, except sirius, grammar pedant, can’t swim, falls asleep whilst reading, thought he was a monster until he was fourteen, has to remind himself he’s not on a daily basis, sometimes needs someone else to do it,
loves the others with his whole heart
peter: marshmallow lover, chews the end of quills, dreams in black and white, cannot tie a tie to save his life, always leaves his bag somewhere, allergic to oranges, crosses his fingers when lying, twenty twenty vision, good at history of magic, has weird memory for dates, laughs at jokes even if he doesn’t understand them, trousers always just too long, watery eyes all year round, jumps at loud noises, wants to fit in so badly, spills ink over most of his work, burns in the sun, trips down stairs a lot, keeps wand behind his ear, nearly burnt one off once, always sides with james, daydreams in lessons, gets through four cauldrons a year, only one to like liquorice wands, notes up entire arm, never has parchment, found the kitchen in his first month, sleeps through every alarm, normally late for breakfast, eats toast without butter, worries about not being brave enough, doesn’t want to be average, would rather not fight, thinks the war has enough soldiers without him, terrified of them and what they can do
Timothy Jackson Drake, Red Robin, resident Nerd of the century
Knows his Hogwarts house, wand core, and patronus
Knows what Disney princess he is
After being awake for 56 hours straight “Tim, why are you crying?” “they have such tiny hands Dick” “who?” “the raccoons Dick! small gentle fingers…grasping the fruit, fruit bandits”
Will wear the same hoodie and sweatpants for a full week if they pass the “sniff” test
Runs on coffee blacker than the night sky with three sugars but if you give him a Starbucks caramel macchiato he will love you forever
Is so DARN surprised and honored when people casually refer to him as their friend, protect this soft boy
Get’s so absorbed into his research that Stephanie and Cass regularly paint his nails because he’s the only batboy who stays still long enough
*Knocks something off his desk by accident* “ah gravity, my old arch nemesis”
Forgets everyone outside the Batfam isn’t used to his sense of dark humor leading to a lot of concerned conversations with the Titans “Hey, how are you?” Tim: “Dead inside”… “Jesus, are you okay?” Tim: “Oh shit yeah why?”
Tim: “Everything sucks, the world is bleak, global warming will kill us all! unless we die by a nuclear war first. I might as well just go dig a hole and rot!!” Dick: “Someone forgot to refill the coffee machine didn’t they?” Tim: “I live with animals DICK!! ANIMALS!!”
Monopoly mastermind, don’t play with this kid unless you’ve accepted the bitter sting of resentment that comes with loosing
*Loud crashing sound followed by a thud * “I’M OKAY!”
Odd socks, why bother pairing them? they’re on his feet, nobody is going to notice he has one Christmas sock and one alphabet sock on beneath his shoes Alfred!!
Falls asleep anywhere, halfway through eating cereal, on his keyboard while researching, in the shower, basically anywhere except his bed
Scared of spiders, THEY HAVE TOO MANY LEGS TO BE TRUSTED!! “The maximum amount of legs for a trustworthy creature is four Jason! FOUR!!! SPIDERS HAVE EIGHT!! THAT IS AN UNNECESSARY AMOUNT OF LEGS!!”
*Is inconvenienced in any way* “I blame the youth”
Tim: “DOWN WITH THE UPPER CLASS!!” Steph: “Tim… you ARE the upper class”
orders tons of new bookshelves for the common room so everyone can put up their books on display; lives with their laptop, never lets it out of their sight; thick sensible coats and lace-up shoes; constantly chipped nail polish; any attempts at a messy bun always end up looking too messy; long debates in the common room that can sometimes go on until dawn; shared study mixes on spotify.
multi-coloured nail polishes scattered around which everyone just shares; an odd-socks box in the common room; always using the camera on their phone, capturing every moment; big fluffy jumpers; cute messages written in steam on the mirrors in the bathroom; monthly full-house slumber parties with popcorn and movies.
black doc martins and fitted leather jackets; chewed down nails; scattered eyeliner pencils in the bathroom; "these are MY doc martins" "no they're MINE"; secret journals with weekly goals; inside jokes; styling each others hair.
gold accessories - necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings; oversized jean jackets; friday night is games night, and anyone can join in for a full night of board games; the black market in the common room, if you know who to ask you can get all sorts of forbidden goods; red lipstick kisses stained on all the mirrors.
this one’s for you charlie @halerogers love you lots xx here’s some soft derek because you deserve it
“Der?” Stiles called out as he made his way into the pack
“Upstairs,” he heard Derek call out.
Stiles threw his jacket on the couch and made his way up to
“Whoa,” Stiles exclaimed as he looked around the room. “Did
you buy an entire clothing store or something dude?”
Derek’s room was covered in clothes, in what looked like
“Very funny. No, I finally got everything from my storage
unit in New York shipped over here and I’m deciding what I want to keep and what
gets donated,” Derek said without looking up, staying focused on matching a
drawer full of odd socks.
“Can I help?” Stiles asked, weirdly intrigued with the
contents of Derek’s closet.
“You can put all the donate piles into boxes and label them
for me,” Derek said, gesturing to a pile of flat unmade boxes and a permanent
Stiles hummed to himself as he got to work putting the boxes
“So, what goes in this first box?” he asked.
“All those dark jeans,” Derek said, pointing to what Stiles
for sure thought was part of the ‘keep’ pile.
Derek must have sensed this because he spoke up.
“I’m keeping a few pairs but I really have no need for 10
pairs of identical pants.”
“Yeah but they make your ass look good,” Stiles said as he
smirked. He loved being Derek’s boyfriend now because he could stay stuff like
that without the fear that Derek might actually tear him apart.
“Just put them in the box,” Derek said with a fondness to
An hour later, majority of Derek’s closet was packed into
boxes, labeled and ready to drop off at the charity store.
“So what’s with the wardrobe change?” Stiles asked.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked.
“I mean, you now own more sweatpants than sinfully tight
jeans and I counted 12 sweaters and only 3 leather jackets. You’re turning into
Derek mumbled something under his breath that Stiles didn’t
“What?” he asked.
“It reminds me that I’m safe,” Derek said, as if that was a
totally detailed explanation.
“Explain,” Stiles said, moving off the floor to join Derek
on the bed.
“When I was in constant danger and on the run, I had to be
ready to leave at a moment’s notice, and it was more practical to be wearing
outdoor clothes. But now I’m at a point in my life where I feel safe and calm
and my favorite part of the day is getting to lounge around in sweatpants
whenever I’m not at work.”
Stiles took a minute to absorb all of that before linking
his hand with Derek’s and squeezing tight.
“I love you Der. Plus, the cozy clothes make for more
comfortable cuddling so I approve.”
Derek snorted, only pulling Stiles in closer to his side.
“Well anything to make you more comfortable,” Derek laughed.
Stiles would never get tired of hearing Derek laugh. And if
you told him 5 years ago that his favorite outfit on Derek was loosely hung
sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, and not his tight jeans and leather jacket,
Stiles would have never believed it.
Derek deserved everything soft and safe and Stiles vowed in
that moment to make sure he gave that to Derek every day for the rest of their
marauder series → REMUS JOHN LUPIN. reigning champion of ‘how many objects can we put on sirius whilst he naps’, terrible prefect, cracks knuckles, bites inside of cheeks, too tall to fit under tables, sarcastic little shit, stronger than he looks, runner of the hogwarts betting pool, mastermind of pranks, never gets caught, bites nails till they bleed, sits on windowsills, probably knows the nooks and crannys of the school better than the founders, memorises lyrics accidentally, owns too many jumpers, odd socks, sleeps in class a lot, slammed crabbe’s head into a desk so hard he broke his nose in three places, drinks hot chocolate by the gallon, has a book club with lily, official group photographer, terrified of the violent anger that bubbles under his skin, doesn’t talk in class but laughs under breath, drinker of tea, hates eggs, main seller of banned substances, uncomfortable with affection, except sirius, grammar pedant, can’t swim, falls asleep whilst reading, thought he was a monster until he was fourteen, has to remind himself he’s not on a daily basis, sometimes needs someone else to do it, loves the others with his whole heart.(words.)
The cosmic rebel Uranus rules Aquarius. Aqua bolts of revolution crackle through the Aquarian consciousness, liquifying into revelatory nourishment for humanity. Lewis Carroll was an Aquarian and took Alice on her adventure through Wonderland. Aquarians promise the unpredictable, unexpected, the colourful and the curious. They are dissatisfied dreamers. Discontent in a material world, air whipping utopias like ice cream clouds, universal vision illuminating the mind. Aquarius is a protester, a wild child, and the archetypes associated with Aquarius continue the theme - The Eccentric, The Visionary, and The Revolutionary. A floating air bubble encased in blue liquid, Aquarians are intoxicated by the unusual and float through humanity popping spritzes of cosmic wisdom as they ascend to the heavens.
Uranus is the celestial homeland of reform and revolution. Aquarians enjoy the sensuality of their own thoughts. They can be frequently berated for becoming lost in the mind, lost in a chemistry of daydream, riding a puzzling portal through mystical and electrical brainwave activity. Like electrical impulses powered by stars, radical ideas burst into the mind like exploding nebulas. The Aquarian style is impossible to define, commonly bordering on futuristic or unconventional. When the individual is blocked from expressing themselves or moving freely, they become stale, withdrawn, and pessimistic. Aquarius absolutely needs to be connected. They are like wi-fi. They have an invisible connection to everybody. And they can connect to you any piece of information or wisdom. But this doesn’t come so easily for Aquarius. They can be rejected for their ideals, classified as outsiders, or be ridiculed for their dreams. Even those close to the Aquarian can be puzzled by their unusual rituals or social conduct. They can spend days in continuous conversation, and swiftly vanish into silent confinement.
Aquarius is the sign of collective consciousness. They are transporters, in the sense they can build new worlds with their thoughts and begin construction from the sky. The original mind of Aquarius is a fertile ground for the birth of new and radical ideals and traditionally relates to mad scientists and frenetic professors. Aquarians can rebel for the pleasure of it all and deliberately attempt to shock people. They can be so involved in their own thoughts and projecting their ideals that their personal appearance becomes neglected. If you see somebody slightly bleary eyed from lack of sleep, wearing odd socks, or snow goggles in the middle of summer, assume there is some Aquarius presence in their chart. Aquarians are refreshing, complex and invigorating individuals. The Aquarian mind never settles. It is constantly dreaming of softer places for you to sleep. They wander through a succulent, rapturous inner wonderland, cerebral maps pointing to stars and mushrooms. Aquarians walk the borderline between genius and madness. And this is why so many Aquarians become doctors and psychiatrists, it’s so they can outwit those who would lock them away.
My aesthetic: odd socks paired with cosy pyjamas, with a sweater with paint stains on top, a messy topknot with curls cascading over my bare but moisturised face. Paintbrushes and camera in each hand. My cat follows me all around. Rain drizzles against the window pane as I do a charcoal sketch, the dust gathering underneath my nails to combine into a constellation in the galaxies of paint splatters on my hands.
Summary : Sometimes, Bruce likes to think about all the things he loves about you, just as a reminder that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.
I hope this silly and short fic will cheer you up. If it doesn’t, sorry, I tried. I just felt suddenly inspired, while I’m in the doctor’s waiting room, and so wrote this…Wrote it on my phone, sorry if there’s any terrible mistakes. Anyway, here :
There was things Bruce loved about you. A lot of things.
Whenever he felt sad, a bit under the weather, or if you two got into an argument…He would make a list of said things, often forgetting three quarters of all the reasons why he fell in love with you, all the reasons why, even after years of marriage, he was still head over heels for you, crazy about you and everything you did (even annoying him). Because, there really was A LOT of things he loved about you, listing them all in one sitting was impossible.
Yes, Bruce Wayne really enjoyed making lists about why you were so awesome, it often helped him cope with things (a boring meeting at Wayne Enterprise : list. Kidnapped by a villain and trying to resist torture : the thought of you, and the list would help him go through it).
And today, as you were lying on a hospital bed, hooked to machines that helped you breathe, he definitely needed to make a list…However, for the first time since he fell for you, it wasn’t really helping. On the contrary, slowly, as he was looking at your broken body on the bed, cursing the man who didn’t check his blind spot well enough and who cut you off while you were riding your motorcycle full speed on the freeway, he felt like this list was going to be the end of him…Because, if he lost all of those things he loved so much about you, how could he go on ? And yet, he kept listing it in his head, even though the thought of losing them, losing you, was unbearable.
1. He loves the way you always wear odd socks.
The first time he noticed, it was in your apartment, at the beginning of your relationship, as you were both chilling together on your couch. You had one red sock, and a black one.
The second time he noticed, he was tearing your clothes off and throwing you on his bed. You had one green sock, and a striped grey/blue one.
The third time he noticed, it was at the Manor. Alfred had just clean the entire house, and ordered every guests to take their shoes off…It was during a party Bruce was throwing, and it was very funny to see the richest people in Gotham take their shoes off, impressed and intimidated by Bruce Wayne’s butler. Most women were bare feet, as they had heels on, and others just had normal socks on. And then there were you, a yellow and black striped sock, like a bee, and a sock with little platypus on it. Very classy.
The fourth time he noticed, he asked you about it, and your answer made him chuckle :
-Life’s too short for matching socks. Like, I have better things to do alright ?
-…You’ve been binge watching Friends for the past three hours.
-Exactly my point.
The smile you gave him at that moment made him melt, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from kissing you passionately. Oh damn he loved you, you and your odd socks.
SAVE ME A DANCE — in which (Y/N )has had a crush on peter parker since freshman year, though he’s never seemed to notice having been too preoccupied with her best friend liz allan. with homecoming around the corner ( Y/N )is determined to make her feelings known, even though telling peter the truth may just result in absolute heartbreak
WARNINGS — none !!
WORD COUNT — 2.8k
AUTHOR’S NOTE — this is my first peter parker imagine, and i’m really excited to post it but also super nervous ? this is also my first time posting any writing for a year now so truthfully i’m super surprised that this imagine is actually going to see the light of day. but anyways, with that being said i hope you guys enjoy it and requests are officially opened again so please feel free to send me some !!
I don’t really understand how people have A Style, y’know? I have so many different outfits, different tastes. And I work hard to cultivate them all but God, I don’t have A Look, I have 1200 Looks that I have to shuffle through, like Short Angry Punk In Leather Jacket, Soft-Flannel Hiking Lesbian, Classy Pink Prep, Cool Emo Who Probably Pops Bubblegum In Your Face, Kicky Daytime Burlesque Dancer, Masquerade Ball, 2006 Improbably Perky Mall Goth, Accomplished Junior Politician, I Am Super Classy But Definitely Wearing Lacy Lingerie Just In Case, Covered In Nerd Merch, and Boho Chick Who Wears Flower Crowns And Dances In Public.
Like. How do you define Your Look when you’re a goddamn chameleon??