Ladies and gentlemen, this is how Percival Graves flirt!
He just wants to ask Newt out but he doesn’t know how….
This gif dedicates to Colin’s thicker-than-life eyebrows and Eddie’s not-quite-there eyebrows. Also HBD Colin! Stay handsome and nice forever <3 (and please bring Mr.Graves back into the movie, JK ; w ;;;;)
I planned to compose a long, wordy and almost certainly highly pretentious recap of the year. Only to realise at the last minute that I’d be doing it for all the wrong reasons and I’d much rather try to write something more digestible.
So instead, 2017 was the year that…
I ran 1,231.2 miles.
I finally admitted to myself that these eventsfrom ages ago had partlybroken me and have impacted upon my ability to be present in any relationship.
I committed to the Hansons Marathon Plan whilst attempting to finish writing my Phd Thesis.
I finally handed in a completed PhD Thesis just before…
I successfully defended my thesis, subject to minor corrections, during my Viva.
I left my ‘job’ of looking after students living on campus after four years.
I though it would be a good idea to run my second marathon and commit to the Hansons Plan for the second time in a year.
I went to Amsterdam to run my second marathon and was amazed that @pascal73 turned up and cheered others and myself on.
I ran under my target time of 3h 30m for the marathon distance.
I handed in my corrected PhD Thesis.
I officially had the title of Doctor conferred upon me.
It has been a year when I’ve achieved quite a few things but those achievements have also meant that a lot of stuff has now come to an end. That’s left me with a sense of displacement and no real sense of what comes next.
I may have run 1,231.2 miles but there is an eerie sense that I am exactly where I began. I find my self in the same surroundings with many of the same people. The only thing that is changed is the perspective from which I look at things. Perhaps, hopefully even, that is enough to count as progress for now.
Prompt: Ellana and Solas during Inquisition, taking a happy moment to dance goofily with each other :) or any other instance of them just being silly and enjoying each other's company.
The ball at the Winter Palace approaches,
and there isn’t a soul in the keep who feels it as keenly the Inquisitor
– it’s clear to Solas from the nervous wringing of her hands, and how she can’t seem to focus on the conversation in front of her, her answers brief and her attention fleeting.At first he thinks it’s the impending assassination that’s got her so
consumed – the thought of Corypheus’ ever-tightening grip around the South, and the future their failure will herald.
But then – “It’s the dancing,” Ellana admits,
slender fingers interlaced and knuckles pressed to the small of her back, a familiar gesture of nervousness, and her
expression is endearingly woeful.“I
might be a little…rusty. Josie was joking about arranging for a tutor.” But then she pauses, expression contorting with something akin to horror. “On second
thought, I think she might have been serious.”
The idea is impulsive, lightly teasing,
but he’s damned by the sight of her – the nervous purse of her lips, and the
way she keeps shifting her weight, as though digging through her memories for
old steps and older songs – and, “There is no need for that,” Solas hears himself
saying, hearing tunes older still, and a hundred steps to a hundred different
dances sitting like an itch in his legs.
He’s offering his hand before he’s had time
to question the desire, and for a split second he’s afraid she’ll see all the
years implied in the gesture – the slight bend of his shoulders and the question
that sits in the very tips of his fingers, his palm open and held before her.
It must this type of ‘merry’ mood these days provide or else, the outcome of this meeting would pretty much be like any other – with the hacker patiently waiting for orders in silence instead of indulging into any form of communication with her.
M’oira never felt like questioning the reasons or motivations which create this specific demeanor of the other but this time, the sudden change ought to be met with a cracked eyebrow and a mask that displays mild attentiveness towards the discussion at hand.
❝ It appears someone is not portraying the typical, bland stereotypes. There is another bar of chocolate resting on the shelf near the window, as far as my memory goes. ❞