make me an offer I can't refuse

Antonin Dolohov.Gryffindor.7th year

[misspandoracharm]

Boathouse Extravaganza

[actuallyantonin-blog]

misspandoracharm:

“Someone is obviously trying to up their classiness to impress insecure women….or they’re trying to drug them into a stupor. Either option is equally plausible.” Despite the sudden reminder of how shitty the world, and men, can be sometimes, Pandora swung her legs back and forth with slight glee. Her black skinny jeans elongated her legs even more, but still her outfit wasn’t exactly party. Her sweater paired with her black bralette and sneakers gave off a subtle “Come hither, but not too close because only to chat and have a laugh because despite my casual relationship with tall, dark, and handsome Antonin, I’m not really looking for casual sex.” This was the look Pandora usually strove for.

“Well, you need to. That pretty, chiseled face of yours can’t be damaged by a stupid altercation.” He looked so beautiful when he smiled. She wished he did that more. Antonin typically looked so dashing and serious. His smile made him more approachable and soft and truly beautiful. “I don’t ‘have’ my Lovegood. Xenophilius has been around for years. He’s just…intriguing now, but I’m not sure in what way.” She pondered for a moment. “Oh, I had to dismiss some shitty talk from Cora What’s-Her-Fuck the other day.”

Antonin frowned at the wine, giving it an experimental sniff. He winced at the overly sweet tang; “Well - definitely spiced. It smells like they added so much sugar, actually.” He shot her a smile, barely sparing a glance for her  outfit of choice - granted, when you’d seen as much of a beautiful person like her as he had, her clothing often went underappreciated. “So, am I to be your official poison tester, see if it’s drugged and if we have a reason to get a certain pretentious brat into trouble - or shall I ‘mysteriously’ shatter the glass?”

While Antonin often looked deadly serious, or perhaps sarcastic, Pandora often appeared thoughtful or just - generally cheerful. The result was confusion over how the two had bonded in the first place, but then, what else was new? He flapped a hand dismissively at her. “Right, because people can’t be owned, I know, but you know what I mean - they’re simply not interesting with him around.” He pulled a face at her. “Tell me you gave her a verbal ass-kicking?”

[actuallyantonin-blog]

prefectingevans:

“You know, I am happy that Fabian has found such a strong friendship with you– however unusual it may seem.” She gave a momentary pause, contemplating whether she should argue further or silence her disagreements. Lily appreciated Antonin and the smile he brought to Fabian’s features; but beyond association, there was little for the redhead to praise. “If I can’t stop you from following me, at least promise to be cautious.”

“When you say it like that, Lily, you sound almost exactly like Katherine,” he informed her, perhaps unnecessarily snide in his delivery. He rolled his eyes, drew his wand from where he’d slipped it up his sleeve. “I value my own well-being far too much to not at least feign caution, trust me on that. So yes, I promise. Now can we please get on with this? It’d probably be unfortunate to be of a mind to curse the perpetrators when we find them.”

[danitshotdontliedanisonfire]

[actuallyantonin-blog]

danitshotdontliedanisonfire:

Slytherin; [x] 

For those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.

Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw

[actuallyantonin-blog]

shigod:

enlargers:

“can i ask you something?” my immediate reply says “go for it" but my mind has already gone through the seven stages of grief

Anxiety: An Introduction.

[misspandoracharm]

Boathouse Extravaganza

[actuallyantonin-blog]

misspandoracharm:

“Well, I s’pose I shouldn’t hold my breath, then.” Pan could feel Antonin’s distaste for her attitude towards her….affliction. She knew it was no laughing matter, but so long as she avoids the source of the problem, there’s not need to mope about and dwell on it. Nevertheless, let Antonin be his normal brooding self. He was sexier that way, anyways “Okay. I trust you.” She held up the goblet to Ant in cheers but let it idle in her hands rather than sipping from it. She wasn’t thirsty just yet. 

“No need to accost anyone yet. Calm your testosterone and your masculinity.” The Eagle’s mind was so aloof and wondrous she’s forgotten all about the drink she’d initially offered. “Oh, some bloody younger year Gryffindor was trying to flirt with me and offered a drink. I took it just to get ‘im off my back, but I didn’t taste it, obviously.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, lifting the wine glass from her and placing it onto the windowsill. “Who brings wine to a school party,” he muttered, seemingly deciding he preferred the butterbeer he had collected earlier. Nodding in approval of her actions, he snorted. “Calm my testosterone? That’s a new one.”

Antonin was quiet for a moment. If she watched his face, she’d see a soft smile take over his features as he was lost in his own thoughts. “So aside from idiots flirting despite the fact that you have your Lovegood, has anything interesting happened lately?” he asked, leaning against the wall. There was no way his studied nonchalance wasn’t intentional.

[ofhotheads-blog]

                         Don’t you see?                        I spend so much time                         fighting monsters                           because I’m so                                scared of                           becoming one.

[jimmysea]

connor walsh in season three: it’s about frank

[ihavenosugarinmytea-deactivated]

It’s easy to think that people will like you more if you do whatever they tell you to do, but it’s quite the opposite. People don’t appreciate pushovers - they use them.

Osayi Osar-Emokpae, Impossible Is Stupid (via ihavenosugarinmytea)

[fawncchi]

[museinspo]

museinspo’s aesthetic series  — the frat boy / lothario.

“how did we get in the business of breaking hearts?”

[actuallyantonin-blog]

itsgwenog:

“How about you don’t do that?” Gwen winced. “If I have to socialize with Kathryn at any point during the break and she says something snobby - which she will - I’m going to throw myself off the roof of your house. Or throw her instead, who knows.” To be fair, Gwen always tried to behave politely towards Kathryn when he was around - simply because she knew how much the other girl meant to him - but it was quite possibly one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, since Kathryn was always so provocative. Just thinking about her smug smirk after she had called Gwen a goblin or something of the sort made the Hufflepuff’s blood boil. “And I’m more organized than you think! I’d take good care of Numair and the house.”

“It’s still a detective, though. But I was simply voicing my opinion, you do you.” she replied, stepping through the portrait. She wasn’t in the mood to argue - a smile had now appeared on her lips, as she remembered where they were actually going. Though, really, it was the cakes that got her the most excited. “What kind of tea are we going to drink today anyway?”

"You’re being closed minded,” he pointed out, but on the other hand she did have a perfectly valid point. Kathryn wasn’t the easiest person to like. The fact that he and her were so close went back to when they met, bonding over the ridiculous demands of adults and the irritating snobbishness of other purebloods. Probably ironically, since that was the way Kath seemed to have gone, at least to anyone other than him. He shot her a surprised glance, “You think I’d leave you responsible for Numair? No way. He comes with me to these things. People are fascinated when you have a cat on your shoulder.” Not always true, but often, regardless.

“It’s different,” he insisted, because in his mind it was. He dropped it, though, humming in consideration. “Since all you seem to know is herbal tea, I’m thinking lesser known blends. White teas, florals and fruity ones - especially the fruity ones. Madam Puddifoots does this tropical blend that I think you’ll like, at least it suits you.” It was a pineapple-coconut combo, with rosehip, orange and sunflower petals - it could be an overwhelming flavour, but so far as he could tell the sweetness would definitely show her that the description of tea as ‘leaf flavoured water’, the description she had used during their closet encounter, was inaccurate. “And obviously I have to get you to try a hawthorn blend, so you can tell your mum what remedial teas are actually pleasant.”

[actuallyantonin-blog]

misspandoracharm:

“Well, you seem to be in need of a bit of optimism, m’thinks. I don’t think relationships need to be so stressed out about.” Pandora rolled her eyes to herself, not even allowing him time to say what she knew he was going to. “I mean, obviously, I’ve never been in a steady, exclusive relationship, but I think you just need to let things flow naturally. If it happens and an opportunity presents it self, fantastic! If it doesn’t, I don’t think you need to stress so much.” Pan lay there listening to his ranting, until the l-word caught her attention. “Love? You love him?” The Ravenclaw’s eyes bore into the side of the Lion’s face. She whispered, “…well that certainly makes things more complicated.”

He huffed. “I said pretty much,” he corrected, too quickly for it to be a genuine protest. After a moment, he sighed. “Look, I don’t know if that’s it exactly, but - it’s not a crush. It doesn’t - it’s too intense for that, if that makes sense? Maybe I’m just reading too much into it, but. It makes more sense based on what the books say.” She knew about his fondness for romance novels. He turned his head to meet her gaze, “I could have no idea what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t feel like it.”

[misspandoracharm]

Boathouse Extravaganza

[actuallyantonin-blog]

misspandoracharm:

“I would never pressure anyone to do anything they didn’t want to….unless if was for their own good, of course.” Pandora rolled her eyes dramatically and snickered to herself. She smacked Antonin’s thigh and held on in a pestering and bro-like manner. “You need to let it go, Antonin. I can’t help that I’m a lightweight!” Lightweight wasn’t exactly the best term to use for her problem, but she also didn’t feel totally comfortable speaking openly about that dark part of herself in such a public venue. 

“You sure it wasn’t tampered with?” Pandora trusted Antonin completely. She could not count the amount of times Antonin had proved his loyalty and taken care of her. It was other people she didn’t trust. How long were the drinks sitting there? Did some dumb first year decide to spike it? Or put some date-rape drug in it? How could she know? “I don’t mean to be paranoid, I just want to have fun tonight…and not that kind of ‘fun.’”

He scoffed, rolling his own eyes. Pandora’s sense of humour was certainly peculiar; he was used to it by now. “I’ll drop it when she quits being obnoxious,” he assured his friend, obviously with the belief that Cora would never cease to be an annoying chit. Add to that some vague irritation that Pandora would dismiss her own problem so readily, well - the look he cast her rather than commenting on it spoke volumes.

“One of the prefects put them out for first years, so it should be safe - if not, then you know I’ll look after you.” Any negative mood on his part faded quickly; he pressed his hand against hers. “And someone will be getting accosted by me. But it’s too early in the night for someone to have tried that, anyway. How did you even get a glass of wine, Pan?”

[yipyapyote]

[actuallyantonin-blog]

yipyapyote:

Dave Vichich

Patronus: Coyote

Why: The coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. They are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. They start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. They can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. They could be considered selfish, and to some they may also come off as cold individuals. The coyote is a complex symbol of humor, cunning, and survival; often portrayted as the ‘wise fool’, they tend to help people to see the truth in difficult situations. This patronus was chosen for Antonin due largely to the dual sides of the associated individual: that is, aloof and mysterios (a la how Gwenog Jones describes him), but with a good sense of humour and caring nature beneath that (consider his relationships with Fabian, Kathryn and Pandora).

Memory: The memory he uses to conjure his patronus involves the first time someone assumed that he and Kathryn were a couple: the teens took one look at each other and opted to play up the assumption in the moment instead of denying it, mostly for the sake of mocking the oblivious commenter. For him the memory represents a great friendship that defies the beliefs of non-purebloods (who says the people you’re forced to hang around all your life can’t be your friends?), the strength of the bond between them (able to communicate the plan without words), and how such 'trivial’ bonds can be beneficial to all parties. Plus, he always feels good about having one over another person. Recently, the memory of his first kiss with Fabian - hell, when Fabian agreed to attempt a relationship - became just as powerful as a trigger.

[jackson-falahee]

[labella-instagram]

[gameoftrones]

[actuallyantonin-blog]

Antonin and Kathryn have their traditions; one of them was to meet up every Sunday for a couple of hours, do - well, it varied. This particular week, they were going through Antonin’s old photos from his “it’s not a scrapbook, Kathryn, it’s just a collection of photographs kept in the same place” (”it’s a scrapbook” was her general deadpan retort).

Without warning, Kathryn started snickering. Antonin glanced at her, “What’d you find?”

She turns the photo around, shows him the picture of a younger him, dressed to best annoy his purist grandparents. “Why did I befriend you when you looked like this?”

“Maybe you needed to feel like the beautiful one for a while,” he snarked right back, digging through the collection. He knew he had a photo of her from around the same time - it was just a matter of finding it.