wire rims

I saw Drarry at the Airport.

The other day I was flying out to visit my family, and when I was in line to board the plane I noticed this couple standing behind me bickering.
One of them whispered, “do you think they would let us on early for priority boarding if we tell them we’re gay? Because I’m super gay for you.”
And the other guy was trying to shush him as if he was afraid they’d be outed or something, which is funny because when I turned around to glance at them they were holding hands.
Not only were they holding hands, but one of them was a tall, dark-haired brunette wearing wire-rimmed glasses. The other was skinny and blond, and was wearing a long black button up jacket with a scarf that clearly was only meant for a fashion statement.
What I’m trying to say here is guys, I think I met Drarry at the airport, and I think it’s a sign.
I don’t know what kind of sign, but… you know what I mean.

Some thoughts on Cullen

I’ve been thinking too much about Cullen this morning and given how many people love him I doubt these are at all new, but y’all

Cullen Rutherford:

  • is a book nerd who probably has bad vision by the time he’s forty from spending too many nights reading by candlelight. That means glasses for all your modern aus. Oh, yes. Plain black frames or wire rims. Nothing remotely chic, something serviceable because they’re just a tool, not a fashion statement. But dammit, he looks sexy anyway, especially in the morning when his curls are tumbling over his forehead and he’s got that sleepy-eyed blink bringing the world into focus.
  • is a sneaky bastard. He’s clever, he’s crafty, and he’s a damn fine general of what starts out as an incredibly underfunded, undermanned military. Yes, he would rather level the mountain, but he’s fully of capable to finding ways around it. He’s been managing people for a long time, maybe not all successfully (*cough*Meredith*cough*), but he didn’t get to where he was by bludgeoning everything with his not inconsiderable will. He got that way with patience, with choosing his battles, and with subtle manipulations that you should watch for.
  • is self-aware. He spent too long not being, and now he’s constantly thinking about who he is, who he was, and striving to be more than both. This can take him to the edge of despair, because he does not shy away from the wrongs he has done or, worse, allowed to be done by his own willful negligence. He knows that he can never make amends for what happened, but he also knows that to do nothing is to say that none of it mattered. Cullen knows that if he’s going to fight for recovery, then he to surround himself with people who will kick his ass when he needs it (*cough*Cassandra*cough*), and that he needs constant opportunities for the amends he knows he can never make.
  • is a man of faith. This makes him complicated. It makes loving him messy, and his experiences test that faith in the Chantry and his Maker. But Cullen will always pray. He will always find himself in the hard press of stone beneath his knees, in the quiet that threatens with too much honesty, in the very terror of his own insignificance. Not even Kinloch could take that from him.
  • is an absolute dork. He gets flustered over pranks, but he’ll get you back eventually Sera. He stammers over pretty girls,  but will still kiss them senseless. And, Maker’s breath, the man is quick with a dick joke. Even if he doesn’t admit them all out loud, I can promise you he has a running commentary in that clever, snarky brain of his and most of it is that’s what she said. *dorky laugh*
  • is a warrior.  He may be running the army from Skyhold, but his job is not bloodless. His skills are not merely theoretical. He asks less of his men and women than he demands of himself (which is good, I don’t think many have the man’s stamina. Seriously, two days, an hour of sleep in the Arbor Wilds…)

what i love about Gallagher Girls is that every single person is a badass but also so ridiculously human in ways we can only imagine

Rachel has government agents across the world at her disposal but she’s 100000% the trusts-her-kid-but-is-still-chronically-worried, buys her another shirt from Nordstroms because “I thought you’d like it, sweetie!” always worries and says “call me the second you get there” kind of mom

Abby once interrogated a man at knifepoint and made him cry but she’s totally lactose intolerant or something, let’s be real, some kind of weaksauce weakness that puts her in the bathroom on the toilet for half an hour if she eats dairy by mistake

Joe has a collection of knives to rival a Cutco factory and has a specific spy and non-spy related use for all of them but he abso-fricken-lutely has to start wearing glasses to read and such not long after he turns 50, and they’re wire-rimmed glasses and he wears them with a really ratty robe

Edward can kill someone with a playing card in the middle of a busy casino without anyone knowing it was him–and he’s done it several times–but there’s nothing he likes more than wearing warm comfortable cable-knit sweater and reading The Fellowship of the Ring for the hundredth time because his lowkey dweeby ass has it memorized 

23 Attractive Men Who Aren’t White

 Buzzfeed’s post made me mad so I made a proper list with lazy captions

1. Bob Morley - you can see him as Bellamy Blake on CW’s The 100 he’s everything (he has like no photoshoots so I used a gif)

2. Oscar Isaac - you probably know him as Poe Dameron (the best damn pilot in the resistance) by now. You can also see him in Ex Machina, A Most Violent Year, Inside Llewyn Davis, etc.

3. Daniel Wu - if you think he’s fine now you should see what he can do with a sword in AMC’s Into the Badlands.

4. Idris Elba - Ok everyone knows Idris. (Luther, Pacific Rim, The Wire. Thor..)

5. Jussie Smollett - Jamal “my favorite” Lyon in Empire

6. Trai Byers - Andre “my second favorite” Lyon in Empire

7. John Boyega - FINNamon roll in Star Wars and an actual precious angel in real life

8. Pedro Pascal - you can see everyone’s favorite Chileno as Oberyn Martell in season 3 of Game of Thrones and as Javier in Narcos on Netflix

9. Rami Malek - USA’s Mr. Robot

10. Yon Gonzalez - Julio Olmedo in Gran Hotel and El Internado on Netflix

11. MecHad Brooks - Supergirl, True Blood and Desperate Housewives


12. Jesse Williams - arguably the most beautiful surgeon in Grey’s Anatomy and more importantly a wonderful black rights activist

13. David Ramsey - John Diggle in CW’s Arrow enough said 

14. Elliot Knight - He played Merlin in Once Upon A Time and y’all he’s GORGEOUS this photo doesn’t do him justice I swear

15. Keiynan Lonsdale - He was in the Divergent series but you can now see him as WALLY WEST in CW’s The Flash

16. Ricky Whittle - Lincoln from The 100 and he’s shirtless a lot so yea you should seriously watch that show just sayin

17. Carlos Vela - Mexican football player for Spanish club Real Sociedad, good job Mexico

18. James Rodriguez - Colombian player for Spanish club Real Madrid. I tried really hard not to use shirtless pics but I… couldn’t… resist. 

19. Thiago Alcantara - He makes poor choices regarding football teams but at least he has a nice face 

20. Alfred Enoch - Everyone knows him from the Harry Potter movies and How to Get Away with Murder (If you don’t like Wes you’re wrong)


21. Marcelo Vieira - the most important Brazilian in all the land and he’s literally made of sunshine (also plays for Real Madrid are you sensing a bias here) 

22. Phillippe Coutinho - Another very important Brazilian made of sunshine who plays for Liverpool FC. 

23. Steven Yeun - Glenn from the Walking Dead. If you don’t think he deserves to be on here, you can fight me. 

I’m probably eventually going to make this list longer but here are your 23 attractive men of color. Hope you enjoyed.

Animals

“Animals doing human activities are so adorable,” the witch said to her friend.

“I found this adorable Tumblr that features that.”

“Oh, no I meant…”

Hopping in from the other room, a black rabbit wearing wire-rim glasses cleared its tiny throat, “Sarah I think I have found a way to safely increase your retirement portfolio by 2% a year, but it will require us to tighten our belts for six months. Oh hello Janine, didn’t hear the door. How is Mister Sprinkles?”

“I love you.”

“Honey, that’s so cliché.”
You mutter those words as I tuck your hair
behind the ears that never fail to listen.

What else am I to say?
As you are cradled in my arms,
sprawled out along the couch you insisted upon buying
when we first decided on our apartment
because it was the one part of home
you couldn’t stand to have to live without.

What else am I to say?
As your hand encradles my own,
running my thumb across the golden symbol
of my never-ending adoration for you.

What else am I to say?
As the empty, unused room across the closet
is planned to be painted next Wednesday
with pastel gradients and white decorations
for the new baby girl
waiting for us at the orphanage.

What else am I to say?
As the photograph above the mantle
displays the last visit to our favorite boardwalk,
the brilliant manifestation of technicolor sparks
flashing intensely on an auburn sunset,
but with the combination
of your floppy, thick-rimmed summer hat,
your retro wire-rimmed sunglasses,
and your smile that continues to still today
put every star in the sky to shame -
everything could only dim in comparison.

What else am I to say?
As the bookmark kept on my nightstand
never lets me forget our first encounter
at the tiny café down a couple blocks from us,
with a huge caramel-scented blotch of coffee
and blue-ink scribbled number
to match perfectly.

What else am I to say?
As the obnoxiously bright-colored bobble-head
of that comic book character you like so much
continues to adorn the kitchen counter,
no matter how many times I’ve asked you
to put it somewhere else
since it doesn’t match the rest of the apartment.

What else am I to say?
As the heavy-knit winter coat on the coathanger
that I brought back on a trip from my parents’
continues to wear down
since you insist upon using it as often as possible
because no matter the weather,
it almost always feels like winter outside for you.

What else am I to say?
As I lean down
to press a tender kiss on your left temple,
my hands coming up to cup both of your cheeks,
nuzzling into the scent of your coconut shampoo
that you only ever buy by name - never off-brand.

What else am I to say,
when words can never truly express
every emotion washing over me?

“…yeah, I know.”

I like the usual “pale bookish aziraphale and tan crowley” thing but consider this

ebony-skinned Aziraphale with corkscrew curls of golden hair ringing his head a little like a halo but mostly like a chrysanthemum. fathomless black eyes with just a tiny hint of raven-feather blue. still with wire-rimmed glasses. still a potato. 
pale Crowley. not unhealthily pale. the slightly shiny pale of a leucistic python. still slicked-back Too Cool jet black hair. still with yellow eyes. still a disaster.

concept: drarry being each other for halloween (after harry had to lengthily explain the concept of the holiday to draco)

draco wearing circular, wire-rim glasses and painting a lightning bolt on his forehead, purposely messing up his hair and making snarky comments like: 

“rah rah, I’m Harry Potter, here I come voldy-voldy!”
“ooh, look at me, with my broomstick, and my scar.”

harry gelling his hair up, standing straight, and always looking disgusted with everyone, saying things like:

“have you heard about my blood? yeah. it’s pure.”
“mmm, potions sure do turn me on.”

and at the end of it all, draco is snuggled up to harry asking a thousand questions while they watch the nightmare before christmas.

lily was warm hugs and long, fluffy sweaters.

james was disheveled hair and round, wire rimmed spectacles.

sirius was the smell of smoke and brownies straight out of the oven.

remus was mussed up hair and long, comfortable silences.

peter was tea with custard creams and the sun from amidst the clouds.

NOVA LOVEGOOD
HUFFLEPUFF, SIXTH YEAR, HALFBLOOD, RESISTANCE-NEUTRAL

BE ETHEREAL, BE DIFFERENT : They were raised in a strange household; or really - it was nature who reared them, not human convention or societal restraint. Wild child, with eyes azure like the sea at low-tide, hair silver-gold like the moon in its fullest form, scarves and bare feet, tangerines and wildflowers. Nova Lovegood belonged to no order, no restraint. Loose dresses and wire-rimmed glasses, a voice soft like the cooing of birds, words a babbling brook. You don’t make sense, darling. But what is sense if not understanding of all that surrounds them? They didn’t need understanding, and in their childhood obscurity, they didn’t need rules either. No one had ever called them tainted before these shining, ancient halls. No one had ever thought them irregular, sensational, dreamy. The world passed in kaleidoscope colours, and in between those shafts of tinted sunlight lay their happiness, as carefree and boundless as the reach of the forest, the height of the mountains. They were a child of the earth. They would not let war destroy its beauty.