∙ “I assure you, that if Darcy were not such a great tall fellow, in comparison with myself, I should not pay him half so much deference. I declare I do not know a more awful object than Darcy, on particular occasions, and in particular places; at his own house especially, and of a Sunday evening, when he has nothing to do.” Mr. Darcy smiled
Request: “i’’m in love with your bloggg!! if they’re open, could i request a fluffy newt x reader where the reader is jealous at tina with how close she’s gotten with newt recently and newt finds it adorable? does that make sense?? probably not…”
Newt Scamander almost never felt jealous himself, not since he grew up with the perfect brother that, Newt had to admit, earned every accolade he was given. Jealousy also requires a certain amount of selfishness: an amount Newt rarely possessed. He was often content to celebrate with his loved ones rather than waste energy envying them.
Though he rarely felt it, Newt could still spot a jealous person. He’d found Theseus’s third girlfriend insufferable because of the glares she’d sent Leta when the four had shared supper in the Hogwarts courtyard his third year. Now, though, as he listens to you grumble something about Tina and two tiny wrinkles appear between your eyebrows, he finds it unceasingly amusing and, quite frankly, though he would never admit it to you, rather adorable.
Newt first noticed your irritation at breakfast early one Tuesday morning after telling Tina a joke he’d heard. He’d turned to grab the syrup from near your elbow and saw you scowling at your stack of pancakes.
“Everything all right, love?” He’d murmured, resting a hand on your thigh.
You’d jerked your head up, wiping away the frown and replacing it with a smile he knew was fake. “Everything’s great. Just great.”
He’d raised an eyebrow but not pushed the subject when everyone turned to look at you.
Three days later, on a sunny Friday afternoon, he’d noticed it again in your glare when you’d walked into the living room and seen him and Tina hunched over sketches, talking animatedly with one another.
“-therefore the soldiers began putting a bucket of water near the machine gun and it wasn’t until 1942 that th-”
Yoongi holds in a yawn, eyes trailing outside until a sudden bang jolts him out of his drowsy daze. He turns to the source of the sound, a girl who just slammed the door open and the teacher frozen at the front of the classroom. He turns back to look outside but then does a quick double take when he realizes that girl is you.
“What ar-” Before he can string words together, you’ve stormed up to his desk and slammed a hand down.
❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural. ►1870 words // scenario ♡ this is for @cno-inbminor bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN
Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with.
One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.
He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)
It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)
HI! I'm the one who sent you the req about Prompto getting married and hoo bOY I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH A GFSHDJ Now can I request Ignis getting married??? ;v; Thank you so much aaaa-
hello again, anon! I loved your Prompto request (it’s actually one of my favorite things I’ve written recently). thanks for sending one in for Ignis – I hope you like it!
I did marriage headcanons for Ignis a little while ago, too, if you haven’t already checked them out :)
(also I totally forgot about ffxv week, so I tried to throw the theme for day one in here (frozen in time). hope that’s all good)
word count: 802 (fluff)
Fingertips whispered across bare skin, branding unspoken words of love across your cheekbones. A breeze floated through open panelled windows, pulling the music of dawn in and stringing it through your home. He gazed at you, basking in the morning sun, blissfully unaware of the new day it brought as you continued to sleep. His eyes, soft and calculating, counted your eyelashes. They traveled to the bridge of your nose, found a niche in your forehead. He explored every bit of you – was lost in you – became entangled in your hair.
Then he retreated, eyeing the clock on your nightstand, willing the seconds to stop ticking away.
Foxes loitering around rubbish bins and pigeons roosting in train
stations: urban animals are widely regarded as the dregs of the natural
However, according to biologist Simon Watt, cities represent some of the world’s hotspots for evolution
and behavioural adaptation. Speaking at the Cheltenham science
festival, Watt, who is founder of the Ugly Animal Preservation Society,
said: “The ice caps are melting, the rainforest is shrinking, the one environment that is growing is cities. If we’re going to look for evolutionary shifts right now in our world, the place to look is cities.”
In his talk, Watt cited a host of examples of how the urban
environment is prompting new genetic shifts and unexpected behaviours. A
proportion of black cap warblers, which used to migrate to Morocco or
southern Spain, have shifted their route to Britain where urban heat
islands and garden bird feeders allow them to survive at more northerly
latitudes than was previously possible.
“The ones that come to Britain are starting to get shorter wings –
better for manoeuvrability, worse for long flights – and longer beaks,
which are better to get through the wee bars of garden bird feeders,
although worse for things like fruits and berries.”
Birds in cities often sing at a higher pitch, perhaps to be better heard against higher levels of background noise.
Photograph: Sue Tranter RSPB Images/PA Wire
One of the prompts (by anon) I got was something sweet between Jay and Justice, and here is a quick one from after Kirkwall when I imagine Anders and Justice have started to learn to work through their situation in a healthier way for the both to them? Imagine Jay just hugging Anders and reading a letter over his shoulder, and the news is GOOD, and Justice steps forward because he wants to react to this or ask something idk. Jay looks up when his boyfriend starts glowing and the kind of ‘being close to Justice feel’ washes over because he’s surprised, but immediately props his chin back on it again when Justice doesn’t step away from the hug.
Hugs for the glowy part of the family is rarer, I think, so Jay is more than happy to get to give those whenever he has the chance. ^u^