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@lupinxus
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
Robin Williams (via seyttan)
you're warm
Her frame leans into his side, so lithe and small that the presence takes a moment to register. When he looks down, the look of surprise molded into his features melts into bemusement, the corners of his eyes softening. She looks exhausted, her cheek resting on his shoulder, eyes drooping. ❝Comfortable? I know we've been at this a while...❞ he whispers, like she's on the verge of sleep. Which could be entirely possible. He glances back toward her homework, spread across the library table in an intimidating heap, honestly looking no where near finished. Feelings of guilt trickle into his thoughts and stomach for the extra long session he'd been encouraging, he only hesitates a moment before laying a comforting hand on her dark auburn hair, fingers instantly buried in the tresses. ❝--We'll just... take a break, yeah?❞ he sighs despite not really feeling any hints of annoyance. Teddy, all limbs and sharp angles leans back in his chair, gaining his own level of [ comfort ] in case she decides she'd like to s t a y there for a while.
roksanadolohov:
Roksana gave a thoughtful nod as she fingered the binding of her novel absently. ❝Arthimancy? I always thought it was one of the easier one’s, just because there’s set ways of how its done and how to be correct. I don’t like the classes where the outcome is up in the air..you know? But I guess everyone has different reactions to the materiel.❞While she didn’t have to think about it, Roksana scrunched her eyebrows and hummed as if trying to think of a class she was bad at. Which was not a mystery to almost anyone.❝Potions. Without a doubt. I’m miserable at them, too much room for screwing something up. Which I inevitably do.❞Roksana made a little groan at the thought of having to study for the class and looked back down at her book. ❝Reading is much easier than revision. ❞
❝True. But see, in Arthimancy if you're wrong, you're wrong. Potions is a bit like that too. But when it's open-ended, well you're much more likely to draw a conclusion that scraps at some of the answer. I like having the chance to explain myself, you know? The other core classes, Transfiguration, Charms, it's all memorization. You practice enough and you'll eventually get it. Potions is just... way too bloody precise. It's more about patience than anything.❞ He agrees, one corner of his mouth turned up sympathetically. Curiosity winning out, Teddy reaches for the cover of her book, tilting it slightly to catch a proper glimpse of the title. ❝What could possibly be funner than studying?❞ he teases, but his brow furrows when he doesn't recognize the book.
That's just it Teddy, I /never/ cared about you. It was all just a game.
He stares, heart heavy and yet [ empty ], it stills seems to drop in a sharp motion, settling somewhere low in his stomach. ❝Roks… you— you don’t mean that.❞ His voice is low, imploring just like his eyes that search her expression desperately for an explanation. But… she does mean it. Her features hard and cruel, far removed from the softer expressions he’d come to expect and enjoy. ❝…—It was real. It was real for me. Roksana?❞ He reaches for her, his fingers barely grazing her elbow. But she jerks away so sharply he also jumps, a lump rising to his throat with the rejection.
❝Okay... okay,❞ voice thick and wavering, Teddy blinks. Everything feeling weak and his fingers begin to shake. He raises his hands in surrender, stepping backwards, giving her the space she needs and that had always been there, despite everything he'd believed. He'd been... an idiot.
super cool character headcanons meme
send me a character and i’ll tell you:
2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod
the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to
the game they’d destroy everyone else at
the emoticon they’d use most often
what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep
their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.
how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump
what they wanted to be when they grew up
their favorite kind of weather
thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)
how/what they like to draw or doodle
Send "you're warm" to see my muse's reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them!
Bellamy Blake + colors (and character development)
Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.
Bonus points if it makes me cry.
Is your character on the Naughty or Nice list?
find out [here] and post a screenshot of your results!
BONUS:
People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster
(via taintedgray)
" B r e a t h e " that’s what they’re telling me, but I just don’t know h o w …
the national // sorrow
don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water cove me in rag and bone sympathy 'cause i don't want to get over you i don’t want to get over you
Shag Me [yes, I am cackling.]
{ in which lexi graces you all with smut; under the read more, of course }
lefeugentil:
❝That makes me sound a bit boring. I’ve just gotten used to a certain … lifestyle and am not the best around a lot of commotion. I’m too curious. ❞ Too curious, too much, too this, too that — never what her parents w a n t e d her to be. Besides, keeping a hold on ones emotions required a certain level of introverted-ness. Not that Clara minds, she’s able to make up her own world and enjoy it as long as she’s got the proper materials. Even then.
She watches as he smiles and she has to ask, ❝Are you laughing at me? I’m not judging them, I just don’t appreciate when certain people try to force alcohol down my throat. And I mean that literally.❞ Her cousin Gisele never let her off easy, not once in the history of their lives. ❝ I suppose you’re right, talking isn’t nothing. And are you asking me to dance? What kind of dancing? And I’ve got ruby slippers, being Dorothy and all. ❞
❝Your words, not mine. But no-- no, it's fine! Drinking is supposed to be fun, not the sole source of it. You don't really need to be drunk to have a great time, despite what a lot of people here seem to think.❞ He glances at their surroundings, again. Slightly perturbed by the number of alcoholics amongst the group of teenagers.
❝Laughing at you? No. Would you believe me if I told you that's just my permanent setting? Amused and/or cheerful?❞ It wasn't the [ absolute ] truth, but it was better than her thinking he was laughing at her rather than himself. Explaining rendezvouz (plural) seemed to be touching on things a tad too personal for a poor fifth year anyways. ❝Awkward hip swaying. Full blown waltzing. The cha-cha. I'll most likely be terrible at any of them. I'm warning you, I'm dangerous,❞ he nods gravely, studying her sparkling, not particularly tough, shoes with concern. ❝Of course, it could be a good opportunity to practice those NEWT level healing spells. Are you convinced yet?❞
roksanadolohov:
❝Teddy- Honestly, it looks like you’ve made a night of it.❞ Even with her protest she could tell he was going to be nice and let her stay. So she shot him a look of confusion, but awkwardly sat down where he had made room.Roksy did of course feel slightly guilty for intruding on his night and busied herself with pulling out her book ❝ Oh I think every time is the right time to worry honestly, the professors are completely unforgiving. Any classes your hoping will forget to hand out tests?❞
❝—No point in only going half-arsed, remember.❞ The shrug and soft smirk he delivers make it less of a question. He watches her pull out her book before gently tapping his wand on the rim of the goblet, there's no real intention of magic behind the movement just thoughtful silence to her question. ❝Perhaps Arthimancy, since it's one of the more difficult ones.❞ He nodded sympathetically, although he rather liked learning, and couldn't ever really mind the homework. Teddy couldn't seem to put any honest complaint into schoolwork, since he rather hoped to be on the other side of things in the future. ❝You can't be so worried, can you? Since you're reading instead of studying,❞ he questions, glancing at her book to catch a glimpse of the title. Not trying to be nosy, but succeeding anyways.