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@lionskeeper
send in " come here. " for your muse to give my muse a hug after seeing my muse either near tears or in tears following a really rough day.
( feel free to add context!! maybe a mission went wrong, or there was a fight, or they learned something devastating... )
alternatively, send in " i don't NEED-- okay. ...thanks. " for MY muse to hug your muse after seeing your muse either near tears or in tears following a really rough day.
I’m not going to sit here and listen to you accuse me of things I clearly did.
Marvin (via incorrectbroadwayquotes)
Oliver Wood appreciation ☆
poisener / ɪɴᴛ. ᴇʟʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴋɪɴs.
TINY SMILE BLOOMED ON PALE FEATURES . oliver’s casual mannerisms caused the tinge of pink on the ballerina’s cheeks to subside , the nervous energy she felt returning to a dull ache rather than a full force ringing. always one to doubt someone’s genuine interest in her , elle figured oliver’s persistence was just his natural flirations < the thrill of the chase , right? > & elle was the poster girl for THE UNATTAINABLE ( SOMETIMES FRIGID BUT ALWAYS THE ELUSIVE / THE ONE PEOPLE LOVED TO TRY & GET BUT NEVER KEEP ) ❝ i was really impressed. I’m not one for sports but even i could tell what a masterful play that was ; luke totally wasn’t expecting it & the crowd went wild. now i can see why some people get so crazy over sports. it is exhilarating. ❞ elle admitted with a diminutive smile before her head is glancing around to catch the figure of campbell watching. no , he wasn’t here , he’s not going to show up. clear painted nails ran through her blonde tresses , pushing the hairs back behind her ear as she cleared her throat & gazed up at oliver. what new ham taught her was to live in the now for there might not be a tomorrow , they could sooner return to their home unscathed by the memories of an attempted civilization here or this was some cruel government experiment and they were all to be used as pawns , social guinea pigs sent to the slaughter unknowingly.
❝
i decided to come because i wanted to see you. I wanted to watch you play & i wanted a chance to get to talk to you again. the last time we talked well , it’s been awhile , hasn’t it? I just [ …. ] i missed talking to you , i guess. no i , i know. i ‘ve missed talking to you , oliver & i know i’ve been a shitty friend [ ….. ] maybe i’ve wanted to know if you missed hanging out with me too? that’s probably a selfish thought or thing to ask but [ …. ] considering you have so many other friends & people you can hang out with & i haven’t been the most inviting or interesting of company. ❞ before all this , she had enjoyed oliver’s company . though the two didn’t hang out consistently , they would always show up for each other in one way or the other : elle either attending one of oliver’s sporting events or begrudgingly showing up at one of harry bingham’s parties she wouldn’t have known anything about if it wasn’t for him. she missed their talks & the occasional flush of her cheeks when he would tell her something that veered into the flirtatious category ( she wasn’t used to such language being directed at her ) . ❝ do you want to go for a walk or ??? head somewhere inside? ❞ she asked hesitantly , glancing around to the group of people still lingering on the field , others returning home or piling into the church to help set up for next week’s thanksgiving dinner. arms wrapped around her middle , the vest she had worn not nearly warm enough but she didn’t want to venture back home & be trapped inside as a result.
he couldn’t recall a time where elle was too keen to partake in anything surrounding sports. she came to maybe observe every now & again with a certain reluctance that she masked well but the way he saw her RADIATE on the sidelines tonight was enough proof that she was in her own way trying to induce said efforts. it’s not like she had much of a choice, nobody did. you either partook or you got left behind, not to say that football was a necessity to have in one’s self made resume. it just helped to meet social expectations that in return scored some much needed actions. based on his own assumptions, he just presumed that her interest was wavering then, that in spite of his efforts to pursue her she was just not ideally the one to mix with his kind of crowd. where ellie was actually placed regarding their high school’s social stigmas, remained unclear to this day. he couldn’t picture a moment where she seemed interested in anything, she just did her thing without being self aware of her surroundings. ❛ you should be our referee next time. helena was trying to insist we were in the midst of some foul play. made hollers every now & again to detract our stances, ❜ he comments with enthusiasm, it’s an intended joke but something actually so enticing as an idea. as far as helena was concerned, oliver actually welcomed the familiar HIGH SCHOOL hostility. it felt in a strange way, healthy. a welcomed feeling of FRIENDLY COMPETITION that paid off as an untimely distraction in the midst of everything that had happened so far. maybe the journey to reaching stability was not far off. one thing that wasn’t so astray from his observations was that she was tense. the way she kept looking all around as if she was WAITING for something or someone, she was always a little on edge every time they had engaged in some sort of conversation so maybe it was just natural to her & she was really just PROJECTING her feelings. the progress they were making right now was the closet to actually being on an actual personal level with her. he shakes his head, shrugging off her apologies like they ceased to exist, ❛ you always had things to do, ❜ he voice insists, following through with a low laugh, feeling somehow inclined to make excuses for her. ❛ i actually remember you always being pretty busy with your --- dancing classes, was it? ❜
he was pretty sure it was dancing or drama class. the basic premise he was going for was that he could remember some extra circular activities on the side because there was always a certain flair for the dramatics whenever it came to her. something that probably benefited elle for the better but also made her IMPOSSIBLE to pursue because she always was so focused on what she was doing. maybe he shouldn’t let have let her take all the credit, he after all understood that pressure to follow through with something. high school for him had been all about winning, making his parents proud & ensuring that he met social expectations on & off the field. it guaranteed his own livelihood, college applications, relationships, friends. things that looking back now meant so little to him. being stuck in what was essentially a TIME LOOP did that to a person, & that was the one thing that made him breathe a little easier. to know that STRESSING so little about something like that wasn’t set in motion anymore. that he didn’t have to worry about who he was going to be or what kind of plan he saw for himself ten years from now, ❛ i would love to take a walk with you, ❜ there’s a chill in the air, with the coming seasons of change they’d all have to start to prepare for lots of cold nights & unexpected surprises. he starts to remove his letterman jacket, his instincts kicking in to do something thoughtful. ❛ you cold? here. ❜ he doesn’t wait for an answer, draping the bulky jacket around her form. given the circumstances of their current situation, it was apparently his UNIFORM but tonight it only served as something to remind her of the fondness he always had for her.
oliver wood edits! // personals do not reblog!
* PICREW MUSE COMPARISON ( mun vs muse ) !
TAGGED BY : @fabreai ( thank you! <3 this was a delight! )
TAGGING: @chaeotics, @forseit, @saintliked, @poisener + anybody else who wants to do this!
rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people.
gale hawthorne ( the hunger games trilogy )
daniel grayson ( revenge )
oliver wood ( harry potter series )
hermione granger ( harry potter series )
jay gatsby ( the great gatsby )
alice ( alice in wonderland )
jaime lannister ( game of thrones / a song of ice & fire )
padme amidala ( star wars )
sam merlotte ( true blood )
shawn hunter ( boy meets world )
tagged by: @poisener ( thank you!!! <3 )
tagging: @chaeotics, @billivm, @saintliked, @fabreai, @quidbitch, @hermivne + anyone else!
saintliked / ɪɴᴛ. ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀsʟᴇʏ.
@lionskeeper ♡ for a starter !
“ 𝙾𝙻𝙸 ! it’s my turn to say the PRE-GAME speech and i think it’s gonna be 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 yet. ”
he was just about to bark out his chain of commands when the other twin decides to pipe in with his sudden declaration. a brow is raised, arms folding in anticipation for what was to be the most daring PEP SPEECH yet. ❛ well, i suppose i had that one coming. ❜ considering they were about to go head-to-head with RAVENCLAW it probably seemed more than ideal, ❛ go on then, we don’t have all day. ❜
RECKON , i’m still better looking than you.
hermivne / ɪɴᴛ. ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ
for a moment she’s speechless . a rarity . books have always been her solace . in their pages she would find kindred spirits . heroine’s who’s heads were full of adventure , who could do strange things just like she could . and then she joined a new world were her oddities were normal , why would she not want to learn everything she possibly could as fast as she could ? it’s easy for some to not understand , she supposes . maybe they don’t know how it feels to be an outsider all their lives . ❝ i suppose it isn’t for everyone . ❞ the words struggle to fall from her tongue . lips purse as if she’s digesting bad news . ❝ but —— well , don’t you think you should give it another shot ? you can really find some fascinating things in books . how about quidditch through the ages ? i think it might be the only one i’ve ever actually seen harry read . ❞
❛ read it. you can check my LIBRARY RECORDS if you need proof. ❜ it does kinda feel good saying so, maybe his educational roots weren’t that far off. quidditch through the ages was without a doubt a TEXT that he had for certain dived head in for many times over. every now & again he’d borrow it out for a revision & he actually made sure that madam pince held the book out for him in advance to steer it away from other pesky bookworms -- he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if GRANGER was one of the few who managed to get it out when it wasn’t on hold, not because she had a held interest in the subject but more or less border-lining on the actuality that she was practically inclined to learn ALL KNOWLEDGE that was at her disposable. oliver shrugs off her comments, noticing that his opinions weren’t looking so good in her point of view so he decides to indulge her a little bit, ❛ i wouldn’t go that far to say it isn’t for everyone, some of us just don’t have the capacity like you gifted set of minds. ❜
months had turned into weeks , days had turned into hours . the sweet smell of summer with all its suntan lotion stained bodies & the sizzle of a backyard barbecue had quieted , leaving me with the usual impending doom of chilled autumn air but with a heavier note . in a few weeks time i was leaving ( for a bigger city , for a more hopeful supposed future , for years of my life thrown away to my studies : and what for ? ? ? ) INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE JUGHEAD JONES OF ARCHIE COMICS ♚ PERSONAL HEADCANON BASED . EST. MARCH 2017 . CRAFTED BY DAPHNE . ©
notloony / ɪɴᴛ. ʟᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇɢᴏᴏᴅ.
❛ did you know that russian wizards from koldovstoretz fly on whole uprooted trees instead of broomsticks for quidditch ? could you imagine that ? ❜
❛ yeah i heard ‘bout that, ❜ his eyes find a certain kind of attentiveness at the brought on FACTS, said information that he was already pretty much aware of but nice to hear from somebody else who wasn‘t exactly known for their credentials in flying, ❛ i reckon it would get a little chaotic though. ❜
❛ doing alright there, LONGBOTTOM? ❜ there’s a familiar level of high spirits that came with the use of the other’s last name. oliver hadn’t precisely become acquainted with the boy during his days at school but he had known the kind of hilarity that had come with practically knowing him. their house had had on many occasions doubted neville’s ability to belong & the other houses only saw the CLOWN that seemed to get everything wrong but after what they confronted tonight? that would hardly be the case anymore. no, it’s usage this time around wasn’t to pertain to a certain kind of tormenting but to instead address the other as a fellow brother in arms. he feels the weight over his own grief as he silently ponders over those who weren’t so fortunate to have made it through the outcome, plopping himself down beside the other, oliver pulls out a piece of chocolate to offer as a sign of gratitute, ❛ i think given the circumstances, i figured this sounds about right. ❜ @braverystood / sc.
Gryffindor - Quidditch Team
“Gryffindor hasn’t won for seven years now. Okay, so we’ve had the worst luck in the world, injuries, then the tournament getting called off last year.. but we also know we’ve got the best—ruddy—team—in—the—school. We’ve got three superb Chasers. We’ve got two unbeatable Beaters. And we’ve got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match! … And me.”
he can’t help but chortle in a hearty manner at the INSIGHTFUL set of words that were suddenly given for his own mind to comprehend, hardly surprising but nonetheless valid. ❛ them lot would revert to the old ways & have you practically burnt at the STAKE for revealing team secrets. ❜ oliver’s tone is good-humored with a heedful warning, eyes showing keen interest over a particular detail that had been brought to his attention surrounding slytherin’s private practices. already conjuring up ways in his mind to make flint’s odds on the pitch feel uneven, it would serve him right considering the many fouls & hidden techniques they used to get away with cheating. ❛ i appreciate the heads up regardless, what did you say your name was again? ❜ @veradeir / sc.
❛ oi, odair! just the mate i wanted to see. ❜ he hardly can say that he’s familiar with the guy, their timetables clashed every now & again but that was as far as socialization went. he needed finnick's attention however for the nonverbal spells that they had been assigned to practice in fitwick’s class. they weren’t supposed to be going at it for another few hours but then he’d miss practice. the other practice that was more than crucial to his own EDUCATION & wellbeing. he approaches the other boy aimlessly in the hall, who idly was chatting about with his friends. as oliver approached them, they instantly put their focus & attention on him with long-held stares of judgement, probably still feeling off about gryffindor’s last victory on the pitch. it was good to know that everywhere he went, he was still shrouded in house spirit.
❛ listen, ‘bout our assignment. if you don’t mind, i want to get a wee bit of a headstart on it NOW. ❜ he uses a certain tone of amiable demand on the last word, his gaze desperate & serious. ❛ i got things to do later so when you’re ready could you meet me out back in the courtyard? ❜ @odairing / sc.
