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bill weasley && viktor krum

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the hog’s head . 𝐅𝐎𝐑:  @ofmccnlight​

    hanging  around  luna  was  always  fun.  endearing  even.  he  had  travelled  between  countries  for  work,  met  a  number  of  different  and  unusual  people,  but  luna  topped  the  list.  they  were  adorable  really,  and  a  breath  of  fresh  air.  he’s  learnt  a  lot  from  them  over  the  years.  “so  i  remember  we  talked  about  nargles  that  one  time.”  because  of  course  they  did.  bill  was  always  happy  to  listen  and  learn  something,  even  if  he’d  never  really  apply  it  to  his  own  life.  “i  should  stay  away  from  mistletoe  this  year,  right?  they’ll  probably  be  all  over  that.”  his  glass  is  raised  to  his  lips,  taking  a  quick  sip.  “should  i  avoid  mistletoe  completely  or?”

[brkenvisage]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   shell cottage . 𝐅𝐎𝐑:  @stainedglcss​

    “cuppa?”  bill  doesn’t  give  dean  a  moment  to  think  about  it  though,  placing  the  mug  in  front  of  him  and  instantly  moving  for  the  kettle  to  pass  it  over  to  the  other.  it  wasn’t  like  dean  hadn’t  spent  time  here  before  and  they  hadn’t  changed  much  of  the  cottage  anyway.  everything  was  pretty  much  the  same.  “talk  to  me  —  how’re  things?  how’re  you  doing?”

[brkenvisage]

oliver  wood .

location: quality quidditch supplies participants: oliver wood & viktor krum ( @brkenvisage​ )

“excuse me,” oliver cleared his throat, waiting for the male in front of him to move out of his way. his demeanor made it obvious that oliver was used to a certain level of treatment, especially when frequenting an establishment such as quality quidditch supplies. he was, after all, a well-known professional quidditch player. he was spared from having to make another comment as the male turned around, his jaw immediately dropping as he came face to face with viktor krum. “oh-wow you’re viktor krum,” he breathed, “i’m a huge fan.”

  it  had  really  been  an  opportunity  to  check  out  the  nearby  store  and  practically  examine  everything  it  had  to  offer  —  sometimes  he  forgot  that  he  had  been  playing  professionally  since  the  age  of  eighteen  ..  and  so  navigating  through  a  store  that  was  practically  his  bread  and  butter  was  difficult.  he  was  always  as  polite  as  ever,  talking  to  as  many  people  as  he  could,  signing  a  few  things  here  and  there.  so  whenever  he  heard  someone  behind  him,  it  had  been  a  no  brainer  to  turn  around  and  interact  rather  than  acting  like  he  hadn’t  heard  them.  smile  spreads  across  his  lips,  hand  extending  out  to  shake  oliver’s.  “  that’s  very  kind.  thank  you.  ”  was  it  exhausting  saying  the  same  thing  over  and  over?  of  course  it  was.  but  there  was  something  about  oliver  that  was  making  him  hesitate.  he  knew  him  from  somewhere.  “  it’s  nice  to  meet  you.  ”  the  only  problem  was,  he  didn’t  know  where.  did  he  just  meet  him  moments  ago  with  those  women  a  few  aisles  away?  did  he  work  in  the  restaurant  he  was  in  last  night?  no..  that  couldn’t  be  it.  “  —  hey,  i  know  your  face  from  somewhere.  ”

[brkenvisage]

cho  chang .

it had become an unintentional tradition for cho and a few of her teammates to spend the rest of the evening in hogsmeade, perched behind a bar and revelling in their win — that is, if they did win said match. those were her intended plans for tonight, but after getting word through her coach that krum had paid a visit, she excused herself from celebrating over beers provided by the three broomsticks. this also had become an unintentional tradition for the two — visiting each others games, though it was usually without the other knowing. after getting herself cleaned up, cho weaved her way out of the locker room and weaved her way through the crowds that were not exiting the stadium. his familiar silhouette caught her attention, and she couldn’t help the subtle roll of her eyes at his words, though spared him no less of a chuckle once she let the words marinade. “ well, if i had known you were coming… ” for emphasise she paused. hoping with her heavy tone on the word, it’d sink in. the amused smirk on her features still very much present as she spoke. “ my last letter would have been requesting to borrow it, rather than picking at your previous game. ” she laughed again this time. “ is that what you’re here to do? ”

   brows  furrow  in  confusion  as  he  looks  at  cho,  head  slowly  tilting  as  he  thought.  he  was  starting  to  resemble  a  little  puppy,  completely  perplexed  as  he  thought  over  her  words.  it  was  a  joke,  he  knew  that  much.  it  was  just  hard  to  understand  said  jokes  off  the  top  of  his  head  when  english  wasn’t  his  first  language.  viktor  blinks  as  he  stares  at  the  girl,  eyes  widening  once  he  realises  what  exactly  cho  is  referring  to.  “  OH.  i  didn’t  ..  i  didn’t  mean  it  ..  like  that.  “  lips  curl,  head  dipping  so  he  could  stare  at  his  shoes.  boy,  did  he  feel  bad  about  that.  the  big  friendly  giant  never  wanted  to  make  anyone  feel  weird  or  uncomfortable    —    so  it  was  pretty  good  that  she  was  the  one  to  make  a  joke.  “  i  apologise.  ”  regardless,  he  approached  the  witch,  arms  extending  towards  her  as  if  wanting  a  hug.  he  never  got  that  from  cho  after  all,  any  of  their  interactions  had  been  purely  through  letters.  “  make  fun  of  you  for  how  long  it  took  for  you  to  catch  the  snitch?  never.  i’m  not  that  mean.  ”  he  smirks.  “  though  it  did  take  a  little  long.  i  still  need  to  give  you  lessons.  ”

[brkenvisage]

knox  bellamy . ​​

“i will neither deny nor agree. i simply stay in the middle.” knox shrugged while glancing back to where bill had pointed. it wasn’t anything new in diagon alley, usually at nights there would be drunkards outside of the leaky cauldron just fighting about which team fairly won a certain match. quite amusing to see what happens at night, especially after she closes up the shop. “but i will say i do favor the quiberon quafflepunchers or the vultures, other than that those idiots need to wrap up whatever little disagreement they are having. can’t have them doing it in front of my shop and drawing customers away.” just talking about it brought a certain annoyance on her face as she glared in their direction.

   “  wow.  ”  head  shakes,  mock  offence  evident.  he  had  never  truly  been  a  huge  fan  when  it  came  to  quidditch.  years  and  years  of  flying  with  your  brothers  before  you  went  to  hogwarts  did  that  to  a  person.  but  he  found  no  greater  joy  than  watching  his  baby  sister  fly  around  on  that  pitch  and  absolutely  destroy  everybody.  it  wasn’t  hard  to  see  talent.  and  no.  he  wasn’t  biased!!  “  imagine  not  thinking  the  harpies  are  the  best  quidditch  team  in  general.  “  grin  is  wide,  a  clear  indication  that  he’s  just  teasing.  each  to  their  own,  he  wouldn’t  lose  sleep  over  it  and  he  knew  knox  wouldn’t  either.  “  i’m  sure  they’ll  wrap  it  up  soon  -  or  at  least,  i  hope  they  do.  ”  it  wasn’t  nice  for  anybody.  “  is  it  always  like  this?  ”

[stars-bean]

Toy Story (1995) dir. John Lasseter

[queensugardaily]

Kofi Siriboe

[brkenvisage]

daphne  greengrass .

where: a coffee shop who: open - @startertms

the coffee shop’s busier than she expected, daphne thought as she tried to find an empty table to sit at. she spotted one in the corner that has a half finished cup on the table but no one sat at it and no belongings on the seats to indicate that someone was to come back any time soon. without much deliberation, she rushed over before someone beat her to it; to be fair, she only needs a small portion of the table so there was room for someone else to sit if need be (but she was hoping no one take the seat next to her). she’s so in her own world sketching that it takes her a while to realise that there’s someone standing next to her table until they block off her light source. “oh bloody hell, it better not be raining. definitely not wearing the right shoes for rain,” she muttered to herself before turning towards the window and noticing the person stood at her table, “oh! i’m sorry, was this your table? i do apologise for taking over. i’ve just moved everything down but i can move if you’d like.”

    it  was  wrong  to  make  assumptions.  viktor  knew  this  well  ..  but  it  couldn’t  be  a  coincidence  that  anywhere  he  seemed  to  be,  so  did  daphne.  it  was  mind-boggling  to  say  the  least.  he  simply  assumed  she  was  a  fan  and  never  wanted  to  say  anything,  after  all,  he  was  used  to  his  fair  share  of  women  practically  lurking  in  the  shadows  wherever  he  went.  naturally,  he  thought  daphne  was  no  different.

      “  you  don’t  have  to  move.  ”  head  shakes,  pushing  his  coffee  to  the  side  of  the  table,  away  from  her  work.  he  was  a  careful  but  quiet  man..  the  thought  of  potentially  ruining  her  artwork  if  he  was  to  spill  anything  genuinely  seemed  like  a  nightmare  in  his  eyes.  for  a  man  who  kept  to  himself  a  lot,  any  type  of  social  interaction  seemed  like  hell  -  if  he  didn’t  have  a  firewhiskey  in  his  hands  to  give  him  that  liquid  courage.  “  what  are  you  doing?  ”  viktor  asked,  head  nodding  towards  the  sketches.  it  was  reassuring  knowing  she  wasn’t  drawing  him  at  least.  “  what’s  that  for?  ”

[brkenvisage]

sebastian · yang .

“          .     .     .               i’ve     never     actually     thought     about     it     ,     but     you’re     onto     somethin’     there     .          ”          let     it     be     said     that     every     job     they’re     CALLED     out     to     together     never     fails     to     amuse          !          sebastian     doesn’t     bother     to     tamp     down     the     quirk     of     his     mouth     around     the     𝒓𝒊𝒎     of     the     mug     ,     clearly     deep     in     faux     -     philosophical     thought     when     inquisitive     hues     RETURN     to     his     old     friend     .          “          what     d’ya     reckon     we     go     with     ,     then          ?          i     guess     structures     is     right     there     .     edifice          ?          ”          merlin     ,     it’s     a     wonder     they’ve     ever     gotten     anything     𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎          /          how     the     ministry     remains     blind     enough     to     the     vast     amount     of     time     WASTED     on     creative     endeavours     like     this     .          “          s’gotta     be     something     .          ”

    it’s  nice  that  the  two  have  maintained  this  relationship  over  the  years.  no  judgement,  constant  fun,  the  dynamic  remaining  the  same  ━  as  chaotic  as  ever.  any  of  the  memories  from  their  travels  was  something  beyond  enjoyable  to  think  about  and  tell  others  about  too.  at  least,  the  parts  that  he  could.  he  tended  to  keep  a  lot  of  the  other  stuff  to  himself.  “  i  think  structure  works,  right?  “  so  did  building.  bill  just  clearly  had  a  problem  with  that  word.  “  gets  the  meaning  across  nicely.  “  oh,  to  be  a  fly  on  the  wall.  cup  is  raised  to  his  lips,  pointing  his  finger  towards  sebastian.  “  building  does  make  sense.  if  you  think  from  the  sense  of  the  word  ‘built’  ..  right  ?  “  a  shrug  and  heavy  sigh  follows.  “  english  is  weird  and  far  too  complicated.  hate  it.  “

[brkenvisage]

 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon  alley .  𝐅𝐎𝐑:  @kxbellem​

    work  had  been  stressful  to  say  the  very  least.  the  day  had  been  a  mess,  constant  arguing  with  goblins  who  clearly  had  the  upper  hand  with  him  in  every  single  instance.  mix  that  with  some  rude  drunkards  who  had  nothing  better  to  do  than  gather  around  diagon  alley  and  mumble  and  slur  everything  they  were  saying.  brows  raise  as  he  spots  knox,  discreetly  pointing  behind  him  with  his  thumb.  “ i’ll  do  you  a  favour  now,  kid..  don’t  go  down  there. ”  bill’s  head  shakes.  “ they’re  discussing  which  quidditch  team  is  the  best  and  getting  very  vocal  about  it. ”  at  least,  that’s  what  he  thinks  they  were  discussing.  it  was  hard  to  decipher  it.  “ and  for  the  record,  it’s  absolutely  the  holyhead  harpies  ━    and  no.  that’s  not  because  of  my  little  sister. ”  oh,  it  totally  was.  “ ━  please  tell  me  you  agree. ”

[mancandykings]

Most difficult is the labeling by other people that models are empty-headed bodies. I think if you look for negativity, you can find it anywhere.

[poeticblkboys]

Kofi Siriboe, Really Love, 2020

[cirusia]

Happy birthday, Boyd Holbrook (September 1st, 1981)

[brkenvisage]

hermione  granger .

when     he’d     invited     her     out     ,     a     panic     had     flared     white     -     hot     underneath     her     lungs          —     -          almost     said     NO     ,     like     she     was     𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍     to     watch     him     realise     that     the     girl     from     the     library     was     not     the     woman     stood     before     him     .          (          it’s     a     foolish     notion     ,     of     course     ,     but     it     dominates     her     conscience          ;          it     doesn’t     𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏     her     from     writing     ,     though     ,          &          telling     him     that     yes     ,     she’d     love     to     grab     dinner     .          )          

“          viktor     .          ”          his     name     is     less     syllable     ,     more     sacred     prayer          /          whisper     on     her     mouth     ,     a     little     awed          —     -          time     has     changed     so     much     ,     but     not     the     way     her     heart     still     skips     a     beat     when     the     FULL     FORCE     of     his     gaze     falls     upon     her     .     she     steps     𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚     into     the     circle     of     his     arms     ,     laces     herself     around     him     and     simply     lets     herself     breathe     him     in     .          “          london     looks     good     on     you     .          ”          it     does     ,     it’s     true          :          viktor     seems     at     ease     in     the     leaky     cauldron     ,     much     𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴     so     than     he     ever     had     at     hogwarts     .          “          i’ve     missed     you     .          ”

    it’s  easy  to  fall  into  old  habits    ━  arms  wrapping  around  her  figure  with  a  sigh.  a  happy  sigh.  it  had  been  so  long  since  he  had  actually  been  in  her  presence.  it  had  been  years  and  years  of  worrying    ━  but  also  knowing  that  the  woman  in  front  of  him  was  unbelievable.  she  could  hold  her  own  ━  she  was  easily  the  strongest  person  he  knew.  letters  were  easy  to  settle  for  in  that  case.  a  quiet  hum  escapes  his  lips,  though  it  wasn’t  in  the  most  convincing  fashion.  “  i  think  ..  they  don’t  know  who  i  am.  “  eyes  land  on  a  few  people  around  the  room,  much  older  and  more  enthralled  in  conversation.  “  so  i  feel  more  relaxed.  ”  lies.  if  anything  he  was  hoping  she  couldn’t  feel  the  slight  shake  of  his  hands  against  her  back  or  the  way  his  heartbeat  had  already  tripled  just  from  their  embrace  alone.

            “  you  can’t  miss  me  when  i’ve  missed  you  more  !!  ”  viktor’s  exclamation  is  heartfelt  if  anything,  meaning  every  single  word  as  he  finally  breaks  the  contact  between  the  two  -  but  not  without  reaching  for  her  hand  to  press  a  quick  kiss  against  it.  “  but  tell  me  ..  ”  hands  move  to  her  chair,  gently  pulling  it  out.  always  a  gentleman,  not  thinking  twice  to  do  something  for  literally  anyone.  “  how  are  you  ?    how  are  things  ?  ”  he  pauses,  rotating  around  to  where  he  had  originally  been  seated.  he  knew  things  hadn’t  been  the  easiest,  he  wasn’t  going  to  pry.  it  wasn’t  really  his  place.    “  whatever  you’re  comfortable  with  telling  me,  of  course.  “

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 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   tutshill  tornados  stadium .  𝐅𝐎𝐑:  @chhochang​

      viktor  genuinely  loved  watching  quidditch.  it  didn’t  matter  where  he  was,  who  he  was  watching  ━  he’d  easily  consider  it  his  very  first  love.  there  was  something  about  the  feeling  of  flying,  practically  feeling  untouchable  when  you  would  catch  snitch  after  snitch.  it  was  an  even  better  feeling  knowing  that  people  felt  the  exact  same  way  as  you.  at  least  he  knew  it  was  the  case  for  cho.  an  unexpected  correspondence  between  the  two  ━  trying  to  attend  games  as  a  means  of  support  and  simply  owl’ing  to  speak  of  how  they  done.  but  this  time,  viktor  had  got  word  through  to  the  tornados’  coach,  saying  that  he  was  waiting  for  cho  outside.  

          “you  know..”  krum  starts  as  he  spots  her,  pushing  himself  away  from  the  wall  he  was  leaning  against  with  a  grin.  “i  should  just  let  you  have  a  ride  of  my  broom  for  once.”  he  doesn’t  pick  up  on  the  innuendo,  meaning  it  as  face  value.  “this  game  lasted  a  little  too  long.”

[brkenvisage]

 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   shell cottage  ,  cornwall .  𝐅𝐎𝐑:  @delefleur​​

  who  would  have  thought  that  competing  in  the  triwizard  tournament  would  make  him  so  close  to  such  a  small  and  perfect  woman?  the  two  were  polar  opposites  -  but  in  the  most  unexpected  ways.  viktor  remembers  all  too  well.  practically  hiding  behind  fleur  at  any  given  moment,  trying  to  avoid  any  onlookers  or  questions  that  could  be  thrown  his  way.  it  worked  to  some  extent  -  making  everyone  look  at  the  pretty  woman  rather  than  the  star  seeker  as  the  quadruplet  champions  were  practically  scrutinised.  he  wouldn’t  change  a  thing  though,  and  he  needed  fleur  more  than  ever  in  his  life. 

   “  i’m  standing  out  here  in  the  cold,  you  know  !!  ”  it  was  his  own  fault.  he  hadn’t  even  sent  his  owl  to  say  he  was  visiting.  his  excuse?  he  had  just  got  settled  into  his  own  apartment.  of  course  he  had  to  come  visit  immediately.  if  anyone  could  keep  him  grounded,  it  was  fleur.  “  your  favourite  brother  is  here   ━  the  weasleys  don’t  count  !! “