|—||Natalie Portman (via quotethat)|
Erik is the mysterious, very attractive professor that that all the students have a crush on but they know nothing about him - not even his first name. So naturally they’re shocked when his twin five year olds burst into his classroom one day.
Everyone knows that Professor Lehnsherr is a stone cold fox. He is also known as the teacher who is most likely to engage in public humiliation and execution by failing grades, and so most students weigh out the pros and cons of taking his class very carefully.
Judging by the maximum capacity of “Intro to German Expressionism”, most students hold the merit of Professor Lehnsherr in a clinging turtleneck and tight trousers in very high esteem.
Heartless' Emily Hay
I love my skin!
Oh my god SO IMPORTANT SO SO SO IMPORTANT
black—betty said: CONGRATS!!!!!! For little fic prompts: Erik and Charles mistaken identity (one of them thinks the other is their blind date? Undercover associate? Spy contact? Cue attraction and shenanigans?)
Erik isn’t sure how Emma talked him into this blind date. Well, that’s not true; he knows full well that Emma didn’t talk him into anything, she just bowled him right over as usual. With friends like her, who needs enemies?
"I’ll tell him you’ll wear that green ascot you like despite your otherwise high intelligence," she said casually, typing in the password to access his schedule and block off Friday night. "He’ll wear green as well, he always does. He’s tall, has longish dark hair, witty, and just as screwed-up as you are. You’ll get along great and probably take over the world together."
What was the name? Erik racks his memory, but can’t bring it up. Something Scandinavian, maybe. Odinsson?
He pauses outside the door to the bar, adjusts his ascot in the glass. This is going to be a disaster, but at least he’s going into it looking his best.
In Ancient Greece, men who were lovers fought together in battle because they believed sexual bonds between soldiers increased their desire to protect and impress one another. Source
|—||ancient swedish proverb (via ladugard)|
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
Speaking of amazing fictional ladies
James’ reaction to Michael’s response to why he would go back to the womb if he had any chance to go back in time
I CANT STOP LAUGHING