Petition to change the name of the show to Downworlders and just make it 45 minutes a week of Warlocks/Vamps/Werewolves engaging in a variety of reality competition show style challenges to determine which species is The Best Species™ (Seelies organize the events and run elaborate gambling pools for everyone to bet on their local faves)
Team captains Raphael, Magnus, and Luke
Warlocks getting disqualified from the Top Chef round for magicking food instead of cooking it
Vamps somehow winning the Top Chef round without being able to eat
Werewolf on Werewolf football game turning into an episode of the Puppy Bowl
Vamps with personally tailored Givenchy haute couture team uniforms
Magnus in a Eurovision song contest style performance
Simon coming in clutch for Team Vamp with that pop culture trivia ft. victory kiss from Raphael
ft. Shadowhunter Cheerleaders (Alec with pom poms enough said)
can I request the RFA reacting to someone drunkenly kissing MC when they're out at a bar or something? thank you!!
Of course, anon! Here you go~
RFA reacts to MC being randomly kissed by a drunk stranger
Friday night means social night
So Yoosung takes you with him when he goes drinking with his colleagues.
You don’t drink because you know how Yoosung is when he gets drunk
Also, you have to drive to get home.
The evening starts with everyone discussing about work and then moving on to random topics
Yoosung’s mood was beginning to loosen up and you could tell that it was almost time to go home
However, the guy to your left was too
He suddenly grabs and kisses you on the lips
Yoosung quickly jerks you away from him
“MC IS MINE,“ he firmly states, hugging you close to him, giving the guy an icy stare that scared even you.
That scary mood change makes everyone sober up
You now find yourself sitting between Yoosung and the wall whenever he takes you with him on Fridays
And everyone now knows not to make random moves on you for fear of him
The last day of the musical was a success, and the cast members were celebrating at the after party.
You were sitting in the corner, watching Zen horse around with his friends
An unfamiliar person sits beside you and strikes up a conversation
However, you notice that he’s been edging closer to you
And you’ve been trying to edge away too, much to your chagrin
“Aw, don’t be like that, pretty. I just want to be friends,“ but then he puts an arm around you and the other on one of your legs
You want to scream for Zen, but he’s nowhere in sight
You try so hard to keep your face away from him as he tries to kiss you
“OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO MY WOMAN?“
(Biker gang) Zen to the rescue!
He jerks the guy violently away from you and proceeds to punch him a couple of times until his co-actors pull him away from the guy
“Are you alright, MC? I’m sorry I wasn’t around, you must’ve been so scared,“ he says worriedly
“I’m fine now Zenny,“ but you grip his sleeve tightly since you’re still a little shook from the experience
You leave the party earlier than expected, and Zen spends the night comforting you
You both find out that the creep was one of the producers who was famous for harassing women when he gets drunk during after parties
The whole RFA gets wind of this, and… let’s just say that that guy suddenly had a string of problems and was never heard of again
Zen now makes sure to keep you constantly in his line of sight whenever you attend the after parties if at all
You girls decide to go on a night out after a busy week at the cafe
All the booths were occupied, so you opt to stay at the bar
The both of you were in the middle of an interesting conversation when a group of four drunk guys suddenly join you, sitting on either side of you and sandwiching the two of you in between
“So, what brings such gorgeous ladies to the bar at this time, hmm?“
You squirm uncomfortably in your seat as one of them puts an arm around you and you try to pry his hands away but are unsuccessful
“I suggest you stay away from us before anything dangerous happens to your lot, gentlemen,“ Jaehee warns in a calm, but stern tone
Uh oh. You completely recognize that tone as the one Jaehee uses whenever she gets angry.
The guy beside you smirks. “And what, may I ask,“ he caresses your cheek and keeps your chin in a firm grip, “would happen to us if we make a move on you, hmm?“ and then he proceeds to kiss you forcefully
You try to push him away from you, but he’s too strong for you
Jaehee sees red
She hits the guy closest to her and throws the other one that was kissing you
The other bar goers cheer her on as she beats the crap out of the other guys as you stand at the side in shocked silence
The police finally arrives and takes the men away and you both file a report
Zen and Seven (and Jumin and Yoosung, on occasion) now comes with the two of you whenever you want to go drinking after a long work week
He attends a social function with you in tow.
Wine and cocktails everywhere.
One of the drunk guests gets close to you and gives you a kiss to Jumin’s dismay.
Immediately has his bodyguards remove the offending guest.
Tilts your chin up, and gives you a critical stare.
“That man has touched you, my love. I must cleanse you from his touch.“
You never finish that party, because he hurriedly drags you home.
Said cleansing left you with hickeys all over your body, and the inability to move for the next 24 hours.
He doesn’t really drink, but you were going for drinks with your friends at a popular bar so he comes along.
In the middle of the merry-making, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom alone.
However, on your way back to the table, you are surprised when a stranger drunkenly blocks your way and pulls you in for a kiss.
You are more surprised when said drunk is violently pulled away from you.
“hey, wtf— mmmph“
You stare in shock as Saeyoung kisses the stranger in front of you.
What’s stranger is that said drunk guy actually responds to him so YOU have to pull them apart.
You grab his collar and look into his eyes.
“HE’S MINE, SO STAY. AWAY.“
After the drunk goes his (scared) merry way, you turn to Saeyoung with hands on hips and a raised eyebrow.
“What the hell was that for, Saeyoung?“
He gently pulls you in for a hug
“He stole a kiss from you, so I took it back,“ he says as he kisses your forehead.
Do you smell….Alcohol???
“Saeyoung, are you drunk?“
You learn later on that your friends made him drink a shot of tequila and everybody experiences your wrath.
You’ve been bugging him to go to a drinking party with you and your old college buddies
He reluctantly agrees, so he goes with you with Saeyoung in tow (much to his dismay, but big brother is worried!)
They sit on either side of you, so nobody could make a move on you
The night starts off peacefully, with everyone talking about their experiences after college over alcoholic drinks and a light dinner.
However, as the night dragged on, almost everyone started loosening up because of the alcohol.
One of them particularly being courageous and drunk enough to stand up and confess to you
“I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, MC!!! PLEASE LET ME KISS YOU!” he drunkenly shouts, and makes a dive bomb for you, attempting to score a kiss.
You are surprised with this declaration so you sit there in stunned silence, but Saeran reacts first and violently pins the guy to the wall while Saeyoung brings you to a safe distance away from him.
“Try that again, mister, and you might not just get a bruise the next time,” Saeran dangerously warns, as he twists the guys arms enough to make him scream in pain, but not injure
“Saeran, that’s enough,” Saeyoung scolds
He lets go of the guy and lets him drop to the floor with a thud, and pulls you away from the party.
Your friends now know not to invite that guy if they want you to come along with them, for fear of your boyfriend.
You were enjoying a quiet night with him, drinking at a seaside bar
When suddenly, a random drunk guy approaches you and kisses you
You are shocked, so you couldn’t react right away.
V swiftly grabs him and coldly pins him to the ground with his boot
He then crouches down to whisper something to the guy, which makes him pee his pants on the spot, apologize, and run away.
The bar manager approaches you and apologizes profusely, making the next round of drink and food free for you.
You ask him what he whispered to the guy that made him so scared
But he just chuckled and brought your hand to his lips
“It’s a secret, sweetheart” and he smiles as he empties his glass and orders another high ball.
Summary: Harry spoke to actress and new friend, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], recently just before the awards ceremony. Now it’s the after party! Harry’s distracted, searching for [Y/N], and his “Dunkirk” friends take notice. Little does he know [Y/N]’s looking for him, too…
It’s the Oscars after party where all the invited guests are gathered together, seated with new and old friends at round tables with food and bottles of champagne before them; and winners and honorable people give their second speeches. It’s a time for actors and actresses to enjoy a dinner party with their co-stars and colleagues, catch up with friends, and simply have a good time.
Harry stands in a circle with his Dunkirk costars, his feet close together and his arms folded across his chest. His eyes roam the room in search of [Y/N] who he had last seen on-stage accepting her award for best actress. He remembers to nod, chuckle, and mumble an “mmhm” every so often to continue seeming engaged in the conversation while his mind is fixed on finding the girl he had met a several hours prior.
And there she is.
He finds her a few feet behind Fionn, shaking hands and embracing the people who come across her and congratulate her on her award. He smiles in awe as he watches from afar as she interacts with others full of grace and humility.
Harry snaps back into the conversation, realizing all eyes are on him. He clears his throat and fixes his stance, “Erm, yeh,” he tries to sell, “Why?”
“‘Cuz you’re lookin’ at me like yeh wanna kiss me,” Fionn chuckles, the rest of the group’s laughter following.
Harry feels his cheeks burn and bows his head, his eyes now now at his feet. He shakes his head. “Yeh wish, man,” Harry laughs off.
“Who are you looking at?” Christopher Nolan, a man who has become like a mentor to Harry, asks, observing the individuals behind Fionn.
“Nobody,” Harry tries to tell him.
“Were yah lookin’ at [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” Jack Lowden asks, looking in the direction Harry was. Harry remains quiet, fighting a bashful smile, and the younger boys cheer.
“Yeh like her!” Fionn confirms for him. They all face towards [Y/N] and watch her as she coincidentally makes her away closer to them.
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry says simply, waving it off.
“What are yah doin’ standin’ here and talkin’ to us? Go over there!” Jack insists, giving Harry a light shove forward on the back.
Harry feels himself hesitate. His body moves forward but his feet remain planted on the ground. He’s conflicted within himself. He doesn’t want to seem overeager but he doesn’t want to miss his chance either. There’s a part of him that’s brave enough and confident to strike up a conversation with [Y/N] while another part is surprisingly sheepish and full of nerves, already set to retreat without even having made a move.
It’s something about [Y/N]— her grace, her charm, her beauty. The way she carries herself. He sees kindness in her, sincerity— a rarity in the industry. She seems different and he wants to get to know her. Looking at her and being in her presence gives him butterflies he’s only ever felt during the big moments in his life.
“Here she comes!” Fionn whispers quickly, “Say somethin’!”
“Mr. Nolan,” [Y/N] says, approaching the group. She extends a hand, “Congratulations on your film, ‘Dunkirk’.”
Nolan returns a handshake. “Call me Chris,” he tells her, smiling, “And thank you. Congratulations, as well.”
[Y/N] then turns her attention to Harry, flashing a smile that send the butterflies inside him free. “Hi, Harry,” she says.
“Hey,” he responds, trying to sound casual, calm, and collected. He gives Fionn a look who quickly receives the message.
“We’re gonna—“ Fionn pauses to think of a solid excuse. “Go to the loo,” he comes up with, “Come on, fellas. I need yah to help me, I’m drunk.”
The young gentlemen follow Fionn to the direction of the toilets while Chris excuses himself to continue socializing, leaving Harry and [Y/N] to themselves. A waiter comes by with a tray full of champagne glasses. “Champagne?” he offers. Harry takes two glasses, thanks the waiter, and hands [Y/N] a glass. “To you,” he grins, raising the glass.
She does the same. “To you,” [Y/N] smirks, before taking a sip. “This is my fifth glass, you know. I’m starting to feel a little woozy,” she giggles as she continues to drink from her glass.
“I’ve had quite a few myself,” Harry chuckles. “Care to take a walk outside?”
“I’d love to,” [Y/N] agrees.
Harry and [Y/N] walk through the garden of the venue, breathing in fresh air and feeling the summer breeze against their skin. The conversation begins with simple questions. Starter questions. They make small talk, discussing work, and simple likes and dislikes. As the night progresses, they slowly open up by relating stories and personal experiences. They talk about where they come from, where they were born and raised, their family, how they got into the business. They come to find they relate well with one another and have many commonalities. Before they know it, the awkward tension is long gone and the night is full of laughter. They soon feel as if they’ve known each other for years rather than just a few hours. The conversation’s very natural with no awkward silence.
Harry notices how [Y/N] can carry a conversation. He likes how she opens up to him and makes him feel like he’s known her. He’s fond of her positivity and light. She can transition from laughter to solemn conversations and deep issues to lighthearted talks. She’s a refreshment to him. And he absolutely adores how she genuinely laughs at all his jokes, finding them surprisingly witty and funny.
On the other hand, [Y/N] is surprised by Harry. He isn’t like the picture she painted in her mind or the image the media created. He was better. He has truthfulness to him and passion. She admires the way he speaks about the things he loves and cares about. He can converse about something so deeply you’ll fall in love with it yourself. He has an infectious smile and is a lot funnier in person. And the best part is: he’s not at all short of being a gentleman.
Harry smiles down at [Y/N] as they sit inches away from each other on a wooden bench behind the tall bush hedges, parts of her face illuminated by the moonlight. She locks her eyes with his, peering into the green orbs in efforts to read what is on his mind in the silence. It’s no secret. He’s captivated by her. The way he looks at her says everything— his expression softens, his eyes in awe, his lips curve, his body relaxes. He takes notice of her every detail. His attraction towards her grows stronger the longer he’s around her. His desire for her builds. She fills him with a sense of wonderment and curiosity. He finds a need to know the heart behind the beauty.
Harry leans forward and presses his lips against hers, leaving all hesitation and rationality behind. There’s no more thinking.
He pulls away after a few seconds, slightly embarrassed by his impulsivity. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I—“
“Do you want to get out of here?” [Y/N] asks, perfectly interrupting his nervous ramble.
A smile slowly forms on Harry’s lips. “Yeah,” he nods. He slips his fingers through [Y/N]’s hand and feels her grip his hold. He leads the way to the parking lot filled with black suburban and calls for a driver.
April is National Gardening Month, which means it’s time to
pick out veggies to grow. Whether it’s a backyard garden, community garden or
simply potted herbs on a windowsill, there are plenty of ways to grow fresh produce
perfect for topping your favorite pasta dishes this summer.
Headcanons about the Inquisition Members: cooking during a mission
Cassandra: she can’t properly cook a whole meal, but she can roast meat without charring it, and she’s not bad in cutting the vegetables. She has no patient in dosing the ingredients, but she rarely goes wrong. Divine Justinia tought her how to bake. She’s not the greatest baker, but she’s happy when she does it, because the scent of bread remind her her old friend. She also likes making simple sandwiches, mostly with ham and cheese. She counts it as “cooking”.
Dorian: he has never had to cook before the Inquisition, and he is not very interested in it. But, when they’re outside Skyhold and it’s his turn to feed the companions, he can improvise tasty soups, thanks a little book he has found in the Hinterlands. He doesn’t want to poison them, after all. He likes improvising, however, adding herbs and fresh vegetables, if possible. He toasts the bread too, keeping it warm thanks his magic. Of course, he makes sure to chose the proper wine for every soup.
The Iron Bull: he can cook well, especially meat, but he has a preference for fish. He knows a lot of types and how to cook them in the best way. He has a thing for spicy food, but knowing that not all his companions share this, he just let the spices’ container where everybody can serve themselves. When he cooks, he’s so quiet and focused that the others are surprised, seeing him tasting carefully little bites of the dish, humming a wordless song.
Solas: he cooks only if no one else offers to do it. He doesn’t seem enjoying it particularly, but he’s always ready to share advices and tales about how he learnt this or that recipe. He puts the food in the plates mixing colors in a very pleasant way, artistic also in this, and even if he just nods politely, seems very pleased when someone asks for a second portion. Even if he doesn’t like tea, he knows how to make different types of it, which can help the others to sleep or soothe the pain after a battle.
Varric: he does know tons of recipes. But cooking is not only about reading instructions. He is amused by his own inhability to cook something decent beside sandwiches and broth. He can’t roast properly the meat, it’s too hard outside and almost raw inside, let alone the fish. He cooks very basic meals, chopping vegetables and giving his friends dried meat, a thing he always makes sure is fully stocked in their camps.
Blackwall: he’s the king of the stew. He loves cooking for the others, chatting with them while the meat is smoking and the special sauce is boiling. He has a thing for sauces and knows quite a lot of recipes. He can cook something tasty even if he has just a handful of ingredients, and he cooks enough to have a second round for everybody. His food is always strong and the portions almost too big.
Cole: he asks to learn how to cook, but it’s difficult for his friends because the young spirit always talks too much with the meal, not paying a great attention to his teachers. He likes helping the others, however, bringing them what they need even before they can realize it. Often, he personalizes what they cook, adding something sweet here, something spicy there, as he knows it makes them happy. If they have a rough mission, he appears with a basket of little pastries. Nobody knows where he picks them, but they’re happy he does.
Sera: she bakes cookies, of course, and they’re not so bad when she focuses enough to avoid to swap sugar with salt. When she has to cook, she grumbles and huffs, throwing ingredients in a pot, the flames too high. Sometimes she burns the meal, other times she just makes toasted bread and butter, with a little honey on it. She prefers hunting the dinner than cooking it.
Vivienne: for her, the necessity of cooking is a novelty, and although she’s not particularly happy about this, she applies strongly to be able to do it at her best. She learns how to make some vegetables soups and how to cook properly meat and fish. She’s not the greatest cook, but the food is always good, even if a bit too light. She uses her magic to keep the hot beverages pleasently warm, when they’re in cold places, whipping personally some cream in them.
Scout Harding: she doesn’t like cooking, not at all, but she never complains. Her mother taught her how to bake and made a decent meal with simple ingredients, and Harding’s roasted ram is pretty famous. Eating mostly dried food, she makes sure to have fresh fruit and vegetables for her and her team
at least twice a week
. She always has a couple of raisins biscuits in her satchel. They taste like home.
Cullen: the only time he goes with them on a mission, they tease him about cooking. He surprises them all, making an excellent omelette, with cheese and fresh herbs, and using the leftovers of a previous meal to cook a savory stew. He blushes, explaining Templars taught him, when he was a recruit, and he still remembers some tricks from his mother.
Knight - Captain Rylen: even if he’s an official, Rylen does his part, but his food is basically half - burnt bread or boiled eggs. He once cooks a special soup from Starkhaven, adding enough garlic to scare a demon with his breath. When the Inquisitor senDs proper cooks, it’s a happy day in the Western Approach.