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@ludocrously
clarkwood;;
Clark grimaced. “If I was her, I’d leave you. It’s a universal rule- girls aren’t into pick up lines! Maybe your ‘stunningly good looks’, as somebody once told me, makes up for it.”
“Fuck you’re such a buzzkill. Lines work on girls, because why else would we have them? Plus they always work for me maybe you’re saying them wrong.”
h.j.’s tea party. | october 1978
witbeyondlexie;;
Lexie closed her eyes for a second, stopping on her tracks as her way was completely blocked by his towering figure. “Oh, yes, I totally know you don’t bite. You’re not like a werewolf or something.” Her eyes widened. “Not that I have anything against werewolves in general of course. Except for the deliberately mean ones, those are a bunch of- fluffers.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but still ended up smiling. “All right. I can help. Do you have any idea what kind of tea you like?”
“Well no but like you looked like you were afraid I would do something crazy. Which I won’t by the way, I just want to talk --it’s a party you know people mingle.” He laughs at her insult. “Fluffers? Alright you have a definition for that? --I like black tea. What one do you like?”
clarkwood;;
“I got that you were telling a joke, but…” Clark’s voice drags off. He furrows his eyebrows, perplexed. “I’m not going to lie, I think it just went over my head, that’s all. I’m just tired today. Practice killed. Care to explain it?”
“What? Come on dude --that was funny! I said she looked sick because she was suffering from lack of vitamin me. That’s hysterical.”
There are blind people? That’s so sad. They can’t see how pretty I am.
Gaston
Source: Modern Family
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hestia’s tea party | october `78
kilianollivander;;
“Sorry ‘bout that, mate. Saw a photo being taken, I got in it. No matter though – we all looked good, yeah?”
“Well yeah it was a photo of me. It looked good trust me.”
macdonxlds;;
“Oh I’m terribly sorry… I didn’t see you there. I’m just curious, but you haven’t happened to have seen several Cobra Lilies slithering off anywhere? They seem to have escaped from this bouquet.”
“Whoa, they sound dangerous. Am I going to get bitten by a flower?”
Supernatural AU [ F + L ]
fenriirgreyback;;
@ludocrously
“There’s been another one,” the Head of Supernatural Occurrences says, and Fenrir lets out a long sigh, drawing a hand over his face, before loading the file data on his screen. His brow furrows as he takes in the photo. “Ain’t this that hotshot sports guy? Fuck, I saw ‘is face in the paper this mornin’ for some Nike ad shit.”
“Adidas,” his boss corrects him, as if it really matters. “That’s why we’re giving him to you, Greyback. He’s high profile and in the public eye – the last thing we need is this one getting out of hand. Do what you have to. Show him the ropes, get him initiated. If anything goes pear-shaped, it’s on you.”
“Fuckin’ great,” Fenrir drawls under his breath, and an hour later he’s stood outside an expensive-looking building complex and saying the exact same thing. He knows how out of place he looks as he passes through the doors and flashes a top-secret government-issued card in the face of the lobby security guard. The man squints at the I.D., sees what he wants to see (pest control, air conditioning maintenance, whatever it is his mind conjures up) and gives a resounding nod. Fenrir passes three people on his ascent through the storeys and each of them offer him a head-to-toe-to-head-again look that suggests his high street khaki parka coat and worn shoes combo isn’t quite up to standard.
When he reaches Ludo Bagman’s door, he ignores the doorbell and drums a loud and demanding knock into the wood. “Mr. Bagman,” he calls out, in no mood for uppity sports stars who manage to get themselves bitten to be making him wait around all day. “Bagman, I’m a gov’ment officer ‘n’ I ‘ave a warrant ‘ere to enter your property without invitation. So you can let me in easy or I can kick my way through.”
Not being the kind of man with the highest level of logic, Ludo Bagman happened to wake himself up after a night of partying by a campfire with a rather large gash on his forearm. Of course he had been rip roaring drunk for the entirety of the night that he didn’t remember at all how anything could have gotten that close to him. It appeared as if he had been in the middle of a mild animal attack, without actually having the horrifying story to tell women while he looked at his bandaged arm. Returning from the emergence room he was granted with little to no advice other than ‘keep it covered, it’s not infected you should be fine’ --which frankly even he a complete moron would have been able to come to the conclusion of. He fell asleep instantly on the sofa after returning home to his comically large home (despite him being the only one living there).
There’s a slamming on the wooden door startling him awake. “What the--” His voice is at a volume absolutely high enough for someone to hear while standing in the doorway, projecting his outrage for the papers to hopefully print the next morning. Brows squiggle on his forehead as he lifts his hand to press onto his head, feeling a thick bead of sweat and the strange notion that his skin was going to burst at the next moment of movement. And that wasn’t in the good muscle toning way that he achieved at the gym. Feet drag over to the taunting door, ready to push over who ever was there and attempting to see him after an almost brush with death. He hoped it was a reporter at least. A face falls into annoyance and disappointment as he sees a scruffy looking official. “Who the hell are you?”
shetalksalot;;
“Of course you are. You should be loyal to your team.” Resisting the urge to roll her eyes as he slid in more self-praise had never been so strong, but she managed. “Well that makes sense, the national team isn’t quite as needed until the summer after the regular championships, yeah?” Lucinda doesn’t know why, but she isn’t sure she particularly likes the way Ludo smiles at her then – like he knows something she doesn’t. “Um – yes you so are the embarrassing type. But….great,” she clasps her hands together, offering a smile of her own, “Thank you, for not….being the worst about this. And this is…not a date, I hope you know. I’m just taking you…as my…” Could she even call Ludo her friend? “Colleague.”
“Well yeah --otherwise what’s the point in having one? I’m not going to be that player that jumps from team to team all the time. That’s way too self serving. --Oh yeah we go really hard once it gets closer to actually being a game obviously. Plus all of us have other teams we play on during the rest of the year. “ He nods, still very much under the impression that they would be going as dates no matter what she said --maybe she just didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah okay, sure. I’m fine with being showed off.”
vforoctavia;;
“One… two…” Octavia inhaled a sharp breath, a quick glance given to her friend before she could convince herself that it was a stupid idea, leaning back onto her heels. “Three!”
He laughs as they both turn forwards to flip off of the desk, himself mostly falling into a roll on the ground that doesn’t even border the definition of impressive. “Nice!” He pushes himself up to sit on the floor beside her. “I wish there was someone around to see that!”
h.j.’s tea party. | october 1978
witbeyondlexie;;
It would be a blatant lie to say Lexandra didn’t spot Ludo Bagman right at the beginning of the party. She had no idea what he was doing there, but since their last encounter had been quite embarrassing she wasn’t in the mood to experience what a second one would feel like. In fact, she had spent two entire weeks avoiding any training session or team meeting her father asked her to, so she wouldn’t have to see him. The mission had been successful so far, until they ran into each other apparently looking for the same flavour of tea at a corner table.
“I didn’t know you knew Hestia.”, she stated, looking evidently embarrassed and handing him the teapot. “I hope you enjoy your tea.” Her words were pronounced at an abnormal speed before she was turning around, ready to make a run for it.
@ludocrously
The second that he hears her slightly judgmental voice bouncing off of his ears he pulls a smile at his lips. Of course he hadn’t noticed her until this moment or he would have been approaching to harass her much earlier in the afternoon. He really did believe that they were on better terms how, despite him still not being one hundred percent able to recognize her in a large crowd. But hey at least he knew she was pretty now --so he looked forward to their encounters. “Well sure I do she invited me. Hey --wait I don’t bite I swear.” He quickly sprints so he’s not facing her as she tries to turn away. “Help me pick a tea?”
training grounds | october 1978
witbeyondlexie;;
Her eyebrows shot up, and she offered a proud smile. “Hey! See? That was a better compliment. Still a little bit rude, but you fixed it in the end. You’re already getting better as we speak.” Lexandra nodded. “Then all I have to do is learn how to use a beater’s bat? I can’t ask my dad to teach me though, he would probably freak out. Wait- you could teach me! According to him you’re one of the best! Maybe just the bat though, I don’t want the arms. I would look hideous with all that muscle.”
“I told you I don’t suck at this! And you thought you were going to be insulting all of my compliments forever. Guess I showed you.” He’s slightly over exaggerating, letting his words sound like they’re dragging their feet to illustrate his point. “Yeah I can totally teach you! But yeah you probably wont sprout huge arms or something, it’s still a good work out though you know once you’re not freaking out over the bludger or anything. Come on --the arms would make you scary.”
vforoctavia;;
The emergence of the weighted question - to her, at least - from him erased any form of response to his previous words. It was mere seconds before the brunette found herself standing on the desk in front of him, extending a hand outward toward her friend, “I trust you enough to do it with you, come on.”
“Awesome!” In a second he takes her hand, pulling her up on top of the desk with him. “On three?”
