Sometimes I think and wonder how much of an extraordinary person Lily Evans must have been….I mean, her characterization doesn’t have much to go on, but really, if we analyze it, it’s obvious that she captivated the attention and admiration of so many people; Slughorn adored her, always admiring her cheekiness, bravery and wit + her inexhaustible intelligence. I mean, she really must have been truly a great person for James to chase after her for so long and never find himself capable to shake his feelings for her. Lily Evans was an explosion of personality; she was charming, clever, intelligent, cheeky, kind, caring, vivacious, and seemed to run more on emotion than logistics, despite the fact that she was very smart. I think it’s safe to say that her death was at least a little bit of a blow to her professors and people she met even in mere passing. Remember what Slughorn said from HBL: “Liked her?” said Slughorn, his eyes brimming with tears once more. “I don’t imagine anyone who met her wouldn’t have liked her….Very brave….Very funny….It was the most horrible thing….” She was radiant and always affected the people around her in positive ways. Lily Evans is everything someone should aspire and hope to be. She’s such a wonderful, lovely character and I desperately wish there was more that we knew about her.

It’s kind of interesting how every actor who’s played the Joker in live action has mirrored their specific incarnation of the role in how they acted on set.

Cesar Romero’s Joker is a flamboyant yet strangely formal prankster; likewise, Romero’s on-set persona was classy, vivacious, and reportedly ever-so-slightly befuddled (a bearing that was apparently not an affectation, as he repeatedly remarked in interviews that he never had the slightest clue why the show’s director wanted him for the part - it was like nothing he’d ever done before).

Jack Nicholson‘s Joker is a grotesque sybarite with impulse control issues; Nicholson stayed out drinking until 3 AM every single day of the shoot, usually staggering on-set with a massive hangover at 10 or 11 the following day and forcing them to rearrange the entire shooting schedule to accommodate him.

Heath Ledger’s Joker is a carefully crafted artificial persona, donned like a mask to make some sort of philosophical point; Ledger locked himself in a hotel room with a stack of comic books and built his interpretation of the Joker from the ground up through rigorous study and practice.

And Jared Leto… well.

less than soft third year headcanons

- kanan has suplexed mari into the water on at least one occasion. mari’s not the greatest swimmer either, so watching her flail about was particularly satisfying.

- dia is the type of person to swear vivaciously when she hits her shins on furniture in the dark. mari and kanan have heard her. multiple times.

- kanan has walked into more glass doors than she likes to admit. one time she walked into two in a row. mari can’t control herself whenever she thinks about it. even dia was struggling to stand.

- as a child, mari was the type of person to climb trees and never know how to get down. kanan climbed up to try and get her, but mari just ended up faling on dia. dia had a bruise for two weeks.

- when they were little, dia was really really good at walking atop the sea barriers. kanan was less so. mari never lets her forget the time she caught kanan, bridal-style.

- mari teaches the second and first years italian and american swear words, except she tells them they have completely different meanings. not many people can outrun kanan’s sprint, but apparently mari can if she really tries.

- young kanan and mari used to play harmless pranks on dia - a bucket of water open an ajar door, adding chili to her lunch - but one time, the two of them scared dia into falling off the dock and into the water. they waited for two minutes, but she still didn’t resurface. when dia finally came back up, mari and kanan were crying. they thought they’d drowned her. dia said it serves them right. mari and kanan tone it down after that.

- dia plays the most bizarre pranks. mari comes home one day to find mikan all around her house. she’s so confused. kanan doesn’t get it either, but dia is a step away from rolling on the floor laughing. each mikan is accompanied by a smiley face on a post-it note.

- mari and kanan are both pretty strong, and dia has weak noodle arms. consequently, mari makes sure dia is always carrying the heaviest bags. dia is a soldier, she doesn’t complain. (kanan swaps bags with her when mari isn’t looking)

- kanan has a habit of picking dia up by the waist and throwing her into the water. mari, too. so, when they’re sick of it, dia and mari team up to lift their muscular girlfriend and postively hurl her into the air. none of them are particularly graceful, but kanan’s swan dive and spaghetti limbs really takes the cake.

- sometimes kanan gets dia to sit on her back whilst she does push-ups. it’s a lot harder, but she can do it. mari sits down too and kanan is completely squashed. diamari refuse to move, too. you’re comfortable, they say.

- after she comes back, mari enters her house for the first time in two years. she finds a patch of mould and a note with a smiley face on it. she tries her best to keep a smile on her face.

anonymous asked:

Hi! You're my absolute favorite person :) Who are your favorite fcs for Scorbus, if I may ask?

Aw, thank you so much! :)

I see Scorpius as mischievous, vivacious, snarky, sexy, and brimming with glitter and wit. My favorite fcs for him are

Sylvester Ulv 

Ian Bradley

As for Al, my sweet, gentle, dreamy boy, I love these pictures for him (I don’t know the models’ names, unfortunately, but I’m trying to find them because they’re beautiful!)

I have more pictures for them on my Scorpius board and my Al board, if you ever want to check them out :)

The White Glove (1921). George Lambert (Australian, 1873-1930). Oil on canvas. Art Gallery of NSW, Sydney.

This woman of fashion has an arresting vitality. Her luscious blue stole, elegant feathered hat and jewelled ring contribute to the work a sense of opulence. Her flamboyant pose, with her head slightly tilted back and poised to one side, matches her vivacious personality. Her eyes appear to be laughing in accord with her smile and she seems to be deliberately hamming it up for the artist.

Sunray morning

She woke up to a vision full of questions; As the sun started to sneak into the room with delicate warmth, she met the form of Sasuke lying beside her, facing her with closed eyes and relaxed breathing.  

She had woken up to a daydream.

Not being able to help the vivacious smile glowing in her features, she cuddled closer to the warmth beside her, taking in as much of him as she could.

In all her nineteen years, never had she thought much of how the day after her first time would be, perhaps fast forward she had pinpointed that maybe it would be a not too nice morning being hungover, seeing how chaotic her life was turning over the years… but now; it was different, and better

—So much better than she thought.

Because here she was, staring at her one true love, peacefully sleeping, being just the two of them sharing an intimate morning with barriers long gone and masks long taken off, and feeling at ease and safe with each other’s company.

Daring to lean in until their bodies touched, she rested her forehead against his, emerald eyes still full of wonder, and smile full of excitement.

“Go to sleep” his hoarse voice came to sound, but still, despite his command, he circled her waist with his arm. She bit her lip at his touch.

“But I love you…” she replied lamely, her eyes still fixed in his calm expression until she shivered at the sight of his lips curving into a smile.

While she recovered from the sight and tried to fix her thoughts on whether she had really been awake or not, Sasuke lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

After recovering her heartbeat back to normal, and having their hands intertwined, she barely grasped his voice.

“Me too”


Darcy/Steve Ruby Sparks AU

Steve Rogers became a literary darling with the release of his first novel at the age of nineteen, but in the decade since, he’s struggled to compose his second completed work that would live up to his previous success. He also struggles in finding relationships, feeling most people are only interested in an idolized and preconceived notion of who they think he is. Following the advice of his therapist, Sam Wilson, Steve pulls out an old manual typewriter and creates a vivacious brunette named Darcy Lewis. Overnight, Darcy leaps out of the page as a real flesh and blood woman. And what’s more, she’s completely unaware that she’s a fictional character and that her actions and feelings are dictated by whatever Steve writes.

Darcy Lewis. Twenty-five years old. Raised in Dayton, Ohio. Why Dayton? It sounds romantic. Darcy’s first crushes were Humphrey Bogart and John Lennon. She cried the day she found out they were already dead. Darcy got kicked out of high school for sleeping with her art teacher…or maybe her French teacher. I haven’t decided yet. Darcy can’t drive. She doesn’t own a computer. She hates her middle name, which is Marie. She always, always roots for the underdog. She’s complicated. That’s what I like best about her. Darcy’s not so good at life sometimes. She forgets to open bills and cash checks…her last boyfriend was an alcoholic. She can feel a change coming. She’s looking for it. Something new.

What’s your dog’s name? Scotty. Named him after F. Scott Fitzgerald. Isn’t that disrespectful? What? Naming your dog after him? It’s a little disrespectful. Think about it. You’re a novelist. You think this guy’s the greatest. So you name your dog after him to cut him down to size. This way, you can put him on a leash..and yell ‘Bad Scotty!’ and feel all superior because you pee inside. Kill your idols, man. I’m all for it.

I had a weird dream last night. There was this girl. What did she look like? …Like a normal girl, someone I made up. Did you have sex? No, she just talked to me. That’s fucking depressing. It was actually really nice. Seriously? You don’t even get laid in your dreams? That’s just sad.

Hey Steve, what did you think the first time you saw me? I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Were you disappointed when you got to know me? How can you ask that, Darce? I’m such a mess. I love your mess. The first time I saw you, I thought, ‘Look at that boy. I’m going to love him forever, and ever, and ever.’ What if you get sick of me? I won’t. I promise.

I’m not your child! You don’t get to decide what I do. Wanna bet?

I’m not writing about you. I wrote you. Darcy..I won’t..not anymore. Never again. You’re free. I love you, you’re free.

This is the true and impossible story of my very great love. In the hope that she will not read this and reproach me, I’m withholding many telling details. I cannot help but write this for her, to tell her: I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere. One may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic. So is writing. It was once said of Catcher in the Rye, “That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass: a human being has been created out of ink, paper, and the imagination.” I am no J.D. Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest: in the luckiest happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you. She came to me wholly herself, I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.

Kiss me, stupid.

BAD {part 5; Jimin}

Hobi watched as you tore apart the home that your father built for you. You kept screaming and crying and collapsing. He tried to tell you that you needed to pull it together, that you were making your father proud, but instead, you shook your head. He needed someone more like you or Jin or Namjoon. He deserved sons like you. You closed your bedroom door. The house was in disarray and Hobi knew who to blame. 

Hobi approached Jimin’s apartment. Unlike your rather humble home, Jimin spent his money vivaciously. Living in a penthouse in the middle of Seoul, his door handle was made of solid gold and his house looked like something out of a film. He had stolen pieces of priceless art hanging openly on the walls and made sure that anyone who walked in felt inferior. However, when Hobi walked in, he found darkness. 

Usually there would be some crazy party, girls and drinks everywhere, with Jimin in a backroom having the time of his life with the most beautiful girl in the room. But tonight, the blinds were closed, the penthouse was eerily silent, and the only form of light came from the laptop sitting on Jimin’s desk. 

Jimin looked up and saw Hobi walking towards him. Hobi’s rather formal attire always made Jimin look younger and immature, and tonight, Hobi dawned a very stern expression. Jimin knew Hobi had come from your place, it only made sense. What the fuck were you thinking? Telling Y/N that boss deserved better?! Are you fucking insane?! … I was angry. … So you lie?! … Oh c’mon! Boss did say that he wished he didn’t have Y/N … No! He said he wished Y/N didn’t have to deal with this! Hobi waved his arms at the stolen artwork and drug money. Your father wanted you to live a long and prosperous life, not one with bullet holes and early deaths. 

There was an impending doom within the silence. Jimin looked down at his lap, his finger knitted together as Hobi sat in the chair across from him. Both of them thought about you and how you were doing. She told me you tried to kiss her … I thought she seemed lonely … Jimin. Hobi sighed out his name in an exasperated tone. Not everyone that is upset wants to fuck. Why don’t you get that? Jimin shrugged impishly. It was just programmed into Jimin’s nature. He had this unquenchable thirst that had to be satiated. Now he fucked up. 

How is she? … Bad. … How bad? … Wanting to quit the club bad. Jimin shot his gaze up. She can’t quit! … She thinks we deserve a stronger leader and it gets worse. … How can it get worse?! … She took responsibility for the Dynasty’s daughter’s death. A heavy, painful silence fell over the room. Jimin couldn’t believe it. But that guy’s insane! He’ll kill her! … Not just kill her. You know the kind of torture shit he pulls on people he hates. Jimin’s jaw dropped. The room was spinning. 

It was my fault! It’s all my fault! She, I, Hobi, you gotta help! … Just go to her place and talk to her. Maybe you can get through to her. But you wanna get there before Dynasty does. And with that Hobi left the apartment. 

The only illumination was Jimin’s laptop as he sat back in his desk chair. Running a stressed hand through his hair, Jimin sighed deeply. For fuck’s sake. He grabbed his jacket and helmet and left the silent apartment with a loud slamming of the door. 

Plot 159: “Actions Speak Louder ”  (submitted by PT)

Muse A has always been the quiet type. Sweet-hearted but shy, they are liked by most but… doesn’t really have someone they can truly call a friend. They go about their daily life in mostly quiet, their coming and going never causing much notice. Enter Muse B. Muse B has been deaf since birth, and mute as a result. Despite this fact, Muse B lives louder than anyone Muse A has ever seen. They’re vivacious and full of life- they never let “no” be the final say. The two begin to take notice of each other, but hit a brick wall when they realize they cannot communicate effectively. Muse B begins to teach Muse A how to sign, and their friendship begins to grow into something mere words can’t describe.


“So, who’s going to the rivercourt tonight? Heard Nathan’s gonna be there,” The conversations blended around her, sitting at one of two cafeteria tables that her group of friends took up. Her best friend, a vivacious redhead named Rachel, was busy flirting with her latest conquest and Nevaeh couldn’t help but chuckle as the blonde boy easily fell for her friend’s charms. By now, she had it down to a science and it was entertaining to watch. Nevaeh could never do that, she could barely talk to guys without stumbling over her words even more than usual. “Nev, earth to Nev-” Snapping her head up, the tiny brunette looked up from her lunch and blinked, realizing she’d missed a question. “We’re planning a weekend at my family’s cabin, you in?” Everyone at the table was watching her curiously, wondering if she’d actually come this time. Most social outing, she avoided if she could, but this time, she nodded; smiling a little. “Uh, sure, y-yeah. I’ll have to check with m-my parents… but yeah,” She stammered, as Rachel beamed and went back to chatting away. So it was settled, after school they’d all pile into cars and drive up to Rachel’s cabin for a few days.


A Heartwarming Film About a Vivacious 75-Year Old Elevator Operator in Los Angeles Who Loves His Job


John had seemingly always been destined for something very close to mediocrity. He was the son of a gentleman farmer, elevated to gentlehood himself by a unremarkably successful period at Simford that had garnered him a parsonhood. He had always been very plain and quiet and so it was a surprise to him as much as anyone else when he attracted the attention of Jennifer Pleasant, the passionate and vivacious sister of Mr. Daniel Pleasant of Pleasantshire. It had been as whirlwind a romance as John was capable, directed much on the side of Jennifer, and soon he found himself married and with a young daughter to care for. He thought little of the fact that his wife made most of the important family decisions, but even he found it a bit concerning when she demanded to relocate to the recently vacated Pleasantshire parsonage. He attributed it to a desire to be near her brother, but deep in his mind he knew there must be some other motive…

It’s been a long while since we heard from British singer songwriter Dom Rosenfeld, who’s apparently been holed up writing his new Restless EP. Dom reunites with producer ENZ on the first track off that EP, a steamy hot, vibrant pumping burst of soulful future house and jolting garage named Chasin’ much like Years & Years’ R&B slickness gone Disclosure deep and Jack Ü/Bieber vivacious. Snag Chasin’ for free, here, while we await more treats off of Dom Rosenfeld’s forthcoming EP.