WHO: Gamon Ollivander & Open WHERE: Three Broomsticks WHEN: Saturday Night

“Champagne and fur slow dancing at French parties. Money and affairs at cocktail dinners. Smoking cigarettes and laughing in vain cause kings and queens never hurt, they say. Pretty eyes and mouths full of regrets, drinking red wine since the age of 14, cause wine is thicker than blood, and gold coins are running through their veins. Parents travel to Monaco for the honeymoon, only to get a divorce. Poor friends with nothing but money and dope. Call your hot wealthy boyfriend; tell him that you’ve fallen in love with someone too vulgar for your demons to drink a glass of liquor with. Work, bitches work, you shout as if you’ve chew your own gold by yourself. Red dresses and black suits dancing with depression and dying for attention. Oh my baby, with all your money, you couldn’t even buy yourself a soul. And now you pay all the artists in the world to write you a soul. Here you go darling; this poem is your soul.”

— We Call Them The Elite by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

Jonah Hauer-King | Vanity Fair Awards Insider in Cannes, France | May 22, 2024 | 🎥 Glambygeorgiag

Doctor Who Under the Lake | 9.03

Jonah Hauer-King as Eric THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) dir. Rob Marshall

character posters: garrick ollivander

❛━  curious indeed how these things happen. the wand chooses the wizard, remember… ❜

“The big screens, the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it It’s our world, the picture-book girls Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it Don’t you ask me if it’s love, my dear Love don’t really mean a thing ‘round here The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it”

"Well, Hogwarts is a game of survival, each day is just a shot in the dark." Morcant rolled his eyes, bitterly thinking about the utter lack of order in that dump. "I hear there's centaurs around here, as well. I would really love to know more about their society and government structure. Do you think they have a democracy, or that is it more an anarchy? Anyway, I think they probably keep the acromantulas in check, their fangs would make fantastic weapons. At least that's what I would do if I was a centaur." He babbled, not really excited about the whole prospect of the ride. "I'm not entirely sure about the ride. Disfigurement by acromantulas doesn't fit my aesthetic for today."

open ! where : haunted hayride .

"now riddle me this, all throughout the year we are literally forbidden to go into the forbidden forest and now we're just taking hayrides driven by creatures we can't see where the forest is probably full of more creatures we can't see! i know there's acromantulas in there! i've seen them in our textbook! it can't be safe — let's hitch a ride." the second she said it, mary was hopping on the cart with their hand out to help the other person in, if they dared.

Morcant about Valerian's first fiancée. @xsecretkeepers

Listen, it wasn't his fault that he got adopted by a crow who was a kleptomaniac. Gamon didn't adopt Bruce, not really, it was more like the other way around. He brought the crow home after he was a tiny, weak orphan in the harsh winter, and the goddamn bird never left. Now, whenever Bruce (Bruce, as in Bruce Wayne) was out for deliveries, he tried to steal shiny things to put in his nest. That said, when he heard the comment about nifflers, he couldn't resist and let out a loud snort.

"They are fantastic at something, for sure. Robbing the hell out of everyone with a shiny object. Might even beat that one." He commented, pointing at his own crow, who was trying to steal a lady's wedding ring. As unsuspecting as a crow could be, at least. Any resemblance with his owner (zero subtlety), was not mere coincidence. "That's both a fortune and a headache waiting to happen."

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 | 𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏

he was well aware that most people when they heard unsavoury news would find their frustrations at the bottom of a pint, he found himself in front of the window display, wondering if now was a better time than any to get a companion of some sort. "that one isn't too bad, right?" eying the baby niffler, "he's something and useful, i think those are redeeming qualities. you can be cute and good at something"

MORCANT'S POV UNDER THE CUT -- (i'm considering it's his first fiancée, not bryrony!)

How pathetic was he, again? Morcant was supposed to be happy for Valerian. It was his best friend's engagement party, he was going to be the best man. The best man at his best friend's wedding.

The man Morcant had been in love with for years.

But the worst part? That wasn't even the reason why Morcant was sad about the whole thing, no. He already came to terms that he can't be in a relationship with Valerian, that his best friend didn't like him back and it was impossible. So no, he wasn't devastated for the whole unrequited love situation.

He was devastated because Valerian looked miserable.

Maybe he could try to fool someone else, but not Morcant. The way his eyes danced across the room, as if looking for a way out, somewhere to run. His hands resting on the abs Morcant knew he had, but not for any biblical reason, but because he was the best friend. It was like Valerian was trying his best not to puke.

It wasn't obvious, it was just... Morcant knew Valerian more than anyone else.

From his bed hair in the morning, to the way his bright eyes narrowed when he was sarcastic, to the shape of his lips when he said Morcant's name. He knew everything. Or so he thought.

He wasn't stupid, his best friend wasn't getting married for a burning love towards his wife. It was duty. But, still... Why was he looking that miserable? Did something else happened?

Morcant wanted to cradle the Parkinson's face in his hands, caress his cheekbone with his thumb and feel the warmth of his forehead against his lips. Oh Merlin, it felt like a punch in his gut.

"Of couse I'm going to be the best man, are you kidding? They look great together." Morcant replied to the other person, as if his gut wasn't tearing itself into shreds.

And he was good at it. Acting like his heart didn't belong to Valerian, like he didn't want to press him against the wall and show him the filthiest sounds a body could make.

Morcant was the best at lying through his teeth. He even lied to himself.

for valerian: what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

Valerian had drunk too much, but he didn't think he could be blamed for that. It was a party after all, his own engagement party. He was allowed to celebrate. It was definitely the alcohol that made him sick to his stomach, not the thought of marrying this woman. They'd been together for years, why would the thought of the engagement make him feel like he wanted to run, and then keep running, until no one could find him.

His eyes drifted, not for the first time, to the other end of the room. He had never been good at keeping his eyes off his best friend. They sought him out against his will. It was easy between them, with a look he would know, know if both of them were engaged in mind numbing, banal conversation, or if one needed rescuing from an overbearing relative. The worst times were when he didn't look back. When Valerian was left to wonder what the person had said to capture his attention, if this would be the one to steal him away. It was so easy, in those moments, to imagine pulling the other into a side room. Whispering all the unspoken things, demanding his attention and more. But then more images followed, of rejection, of things going horribly wrong, of Valerian left alone, without the only person who knew how to care about. Those images terrified him far more than simply allowing things to remain as they were. Someone approached Valerian from behind, evidently having noticed his mood. "Everything ok?" They asked, a hand settling on his shoulder. "Yeah man, I'm fine."