wood phones

  • Friend: Can we listen to something else that's not Bastille
  • Me: Sure *puts phone on shuffle*
  • Phone: *Plays six Bastille songs in row, four songs that feature Dan, and three remixes*
  • Me: Welcome to Bastille Hell™

Behavior experts explain Trump and Melania’s strange inauguration behavior

  • Body language experts told Mic behavior like this could be one of many signs of an unhappy relationship.
  • “If you didn’t know that they were married, you wouldn’t know that they are married,” communication and body language expert Susan Constantine said in a phone interview Monday.
  • “Not only did he not wait, he went up the stairs and greeted the Obamas,” body language expert and professional speaker Patti Wood said in a phone call. “He didn’t even look back to see if she was there or help her up the stairs.”
  • Wood elaborated: “He does not, as she comes to his side, hold her, greet her, bring her in close. He does a quick glance as if she was anybody and he doesn’t touch her.
  • Constantine believes the Obamas’ body language demonstrates a much stronger relationship. "Melania is an object to [Trump],” Constantine said. “I don’t see any warmth or true love and compassion in that relationship whatsoever." Read more
random AU scene

(modern AU thlaise + flintwood)

Blaise’s flatmate had been brooding.  For a week.

Blaise generally wasn’t one to care much about things like this.  Usually.  He knew that his flatmate had some of his own mood swings, especially when his favorite football team lost a game, or when he had some argument with his boyfriend, or whatever.  He usually got pass those quick enough and didn’t take long to get back to his cheerful state.

But this time it’d been a week and Blaise was concerned.  Blaise had found his flatmate a few months back because the said flatmate was Blaise’s best friend’s girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s older brother’s best friend.  Or something.  They got on well enough, but they’d never been particularly close for some reason.  So Blaise definitely didn’t want to use the word worry to describe what he’s feeling right now, but he was quite a bit concerned.

It was a bit weird, after all, seeing Oliver Wood being so sullen and quiet and brooding instead of talking enthusiastically about football.

He wondered if he should just continue to ignore this or if he wanted to do something about it.  He suspected Oliver’s current less-than-cheerful state had something to do with his boyfriend (or maybe ex-boyfriend?) since Oliver hadn’t seemed to have any contact with Flint for the past week.

Blaise glanced at Oliver’s cellphone lying on the couch, and at the bathroom where Oliver just went in for a bath.

He came to a decision.

Theo woke up from last night’s hungover at the sound of a cellphone ringing.  It was only when he picked up the call and answered a ‘hi’ that he belatedly realized that it wasn’t his cellphone he just picked up, but Marcus’s.  He must’ve accidentally left it here after he and Draco came drinking at Theo’s place last night.

“Um, Marcus Flint?“ The guy on the other end asked, sounding a bit uncertain.

Blaise’s first reaction was that Flint didn’t seem to sound like what he vaguely remembered, but maybe it was just he’d never heard him over the phone or something.  Besides, he wasn’t that familiar with Fint anyway, so he could be wrong.

Still, Blaise thought if Flint’s voice sounded this nice, like some addicting combination of huskiness and softness, he would have had paid more attention to it.

“No,” the-guy-who-apparently-wasn’t-Flint said, “he’s – he’s a friend of mine and he left his cell at my place, I could ask him to call you back later –“

“Wait – no,“ Blaise hurried out. "This isn’t my on phone either. It’s my flatmate’s - he’s Flint’s boyfriend.  He doesn’t know I’m calling. I just thought that, well …”  Blaise wasn’t sure how to explain it.

But the other guy seemed to catch on quickly, “Oh, I think I know what you mean.  After Marcus drowning himself in his sorrows at my place last night I kind of have half the mind to contact Wood and asked them to sort it out or something.  But then you called first.”  He chuckled a bit.  It was a nice sound, Blaise thought, sparing a part of his mind away from the Oliver drama.

Blaise glanced at the bathroom again and then at the clock. “Hey, I think Oliver might be out of the showers anytime soon. Maybe we could discuss this on our own phones?”

“Sure,“ the guy agreed, and Blaise felt his heart leap a bit and he wondered if he was really doing this for Oliver but dismissed the idea quickly because nobody said you couldn’t have multiple motives for wanting to do something, right?  The guy on the other end gave Blaise his number, and Blaise quickly jotted it down.

“Oh, by the way, I think we should at least know each other’s name if we’re doing this – I’m Theo. And you’re …?”


“Blaise,” Theo repeated, and Blaise couldn’t help thinking he like how Theo said his name, “well, talk to you later, then?“

“Of course.”