Jumps on this Megane!Prompto train—-because I really love him in glasses as well! Albeit thicker frames are always gonna have a place in my heart, I’m gonna take a gander and say he looks good in just about anything as well lol
Since i havent seen anyone talk about this i think i would just like to point out that while yuuri is skating georgi is wearing this expression
Do you know why?
Because he understands
He understands that while yuuri is skating Yuri on Ice he is dedicating it to victor, his love for him, and is thinking of all the moments they have spent together and how victor has helped him so much from how he was last year. He wore the same expression while michele is skating because he knew he was skating because of his love for sara.
But georgi isnt the only one who noticed.
The commentators, the other skaters, mila, and im pretty sure even yakov knew that yuuri was skating because of his love for victor, some more so than others. What im saying is that people know and acknowledge that yuuri really loves victor and that he dedicated his entire FS to their relationship and how he has grown from it.
Jonas, who didn’t bat an eye when Isak came out and gave him tips on how to get his man.
Mahdi, who was so offended that people might think he’s homophobic and also talked about pansexuality, signaling that he’s aware of diverse sexual orientations.
Magnus, who’s just so so loving, even if he sometimes says the most inappropriate stuff, but who also knows that having a mental illness doesn’t mean you’re crazy and who’s always so excited for his friends.
And let’s not forget Sana, who gives Isak silent support all the time, but never asks inappropriate questions at the wrong time and instead gives isak room to breathe while letting him know she’s there for him.
Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍
the gif tho. fUCK
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Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.
“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.
The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”
You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”
He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”
Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say.
“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”
“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”
Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”
Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds.
“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”
Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.
“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.
You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.
He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.
The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”
After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details.
A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs.
Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.
“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you.
Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”
“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”
“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”
He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”
His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves.
“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”
Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”
The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint.
A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it.
“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”
You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.
“R-Right! I-I mean-”
“I’m kidding, Remus.”
“I knew that.”
Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory.
Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in.
He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night.
pillow shaded, beady eyes, a vacant smile, but somehow still a charming little boy. might murder you tho. 2/5
would be kinda cute but he has a hitler mustache. 1/5
what the fuck. 0/5
a perfect boy, the best boy. loving, tender, beautiful. 5/5
a chubby, sad boy. kinda looks like a ballsack but in a cute way. 4/5
what the fuck pt. 2. what is that smile? why is it only at the corners of its mouth? or are those dimples? 0/5
a nice boy, inexperienced in love but would treat you right. 4/5
i’m torn on this boy. he’s the kind of boy that looks cute but you’d catch him getting coffee with ur best friend and maybe it’s just a misunderstanding but you have a sinking feeling, and you realize you’ve known it all along. 3/5
a lovely, simple boy. not the smartest but so pure. 5/5
his eyes look like his nostrils. the one floppy ear is cute tho. 2/5
a bad boy. not to be trusted with your love, but he’s just so cute and charming you find yourself falling anyway. 4/5
What I want the most from the Isabella storyline, since Gotham loves a good parallel; I want Isabella to return and for Ed to be completely enamored and overjoyed. I want him to run to her, hug her, maybe kiss her. Then I want her to shoot him right in his gut. I want him to see the look in her eyes and know that everything he thought was real is shattered. I want him to understand that this is how Oswald felt, and I want him to feel the same if only for a moment.
skydive!yongguk got me like “whoa who is you” so this happened
Yongguk knows there are
words for it—what he is. Knows his fascination with fire would be considered sick in most people’s eyes.But in this
gang, this group of youths society turned its back on, he’s considered normal.
He’s not in it for the money like Youngjae and Junhong. Not for the killing
like Himchan’s stray.
They’re an odd couple—Jongup
and the boss. But there’s no denying Himchan is the only one who’s got some level of control over the boy.
They’re constantly at each other’s throats, the danger in Jongup’s eyes like hot
flames, but Himchan always knows how to put them out. Yongguk wonders if there’ll
come a day when he won’t anymore.
He’s an observer; prefers to
follow rather than lead. Quiet. Not charismatic like Youngjae, lively like Junhong,
arrogant like Jongup, or loud like Daehyun.
The pretty one. He is fire embodied—warm, bright, and wild. They’re each
other’s opposites on so many areas, Yongguk sharp and edgy where Daehyun is soft
and smooth. His smile can light up a whole club, making heads turn the moment
he walks in. He doesn’t look dangerous,
but Yongguk knows better.
Yongguk knows he still feels
it, every time he pulls the trigger, but he does it nonetheless. There’s so much
emotion left in Daehyun, while Yongguk’s burned out long ago. Maybe that’s why
he likes to watch the man. Maybe that’s why he must keep his fingers occupied,
flipping his lighter back and forth, to keep his destructive fire from spreading.