imagine steve being really turned on by bucky speaking russian and he tells bucky when they were making out one morning against the kitchen counter in stark tower (they were actually planning to make toast they swear) and bucky starts talking russian to him and he’s murmuring up against steve’s neck in a deep voice and his hands are roaming everywhere and pressing open mouthed kisses against him in between words
and then they see natasha had been standing there silently with a coffee for god knows how long and steve is really embarassed and pushes himself off bucky with a full body blush and refuses to look up from the floor but buck is just smirking at steves embarrassment until natasha just says ‘were you asking steve to marry you? here?" and that wipes the smirk off his face because how could he forget natasha speaks russian and steve is looking up now and grinning because he thought bucky was saying a load of dirty stuff but he was spilling his guts to steve in another language, which is totally cheating, and bucky’s just shooting daggers at natasha
convert to shakespeare: YO DANNY PHANTOM HE WAS JUST 14 WHEN HIS PARENTS BUILT A VERY STRANGE MACHINE IT WAS DESIGNED TO VIEW A WORLD UNSEEN. WHEN IT DIDN'T QUITE WORK HIS FOLKS, THEY JUST QUIT BUT DANNY TOOK A LOOK INSIDE A BIT THERE WAS A GREAT BIG FLASH EVERYTHING JUST CHANGED (HIS MOLECULES GOT ALL REARRANGED) IT WAS THEN DANNY KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO HE HAD TO STOP ALL THE GHOSTS THAT WERE COMING THROUGH HE'S HERE TO FIGHT FOR ME AND YOU!
O list! I tell thee of a youthful boy Most aptly named, for “Fenton” he was called. He had not yet seen fifteen years of joy When his parents (by unseen world enthralled) Designed a strange machine of many parts In hopes of viewing ghostly worlds beyond. Alas! it failed, and just so did their hearts, But Danny, being curious and fond Did venture in – only to take a look When a big flash young Danny did surprise! His molecules transformed from man to spook: His hair was white, and emerald were his eyes! Nor was his painted face all that was changed: Nor walls, nor sight, nor even gravity Could bind the boy since he was “rearranged.” He was far more unique than you or me! At once, by light and inspiration struck, Our hero Danny knew what he must do. With all his heart, his powers, and his pluck, He had to stop the ghosts from coming through! He fights them all for us, they are no match He’s Danny Phantom – all ghosts shall he catch!
Shipping is so weird. You’re basically in love with their love and you get all these very real feelings. You blush and you get butterflies when they look at each other or stand next to each other even, and your heart makes all these pangs and skips and does the tango. And when things fall apart it really does feel like your hearts breaking. and it’s just so weird.
Nobody wonders what happens to Allmates when the owners die. It’s obvious, in a way; parents buy their children their own Allmates when the time is right, hardly ever handing one down throughout a family line. Allmates are too precious for that. Too personal to be gifted from one person to the next.
Allmates don’t live without their owners.
Perhaps it’s selfish, then.
Because when they grow old, hair turned white or grey, faces riddled with wrinkles and lines…
Koujaku cups Beni in his hands and gently runs his thumb along the feathers on his back. The gaze they share is long, silent words shifting between them, before Koujaku gives Beni a watery smile, draws him close to his face, and gently whispers for him to sleep, letting his tears fall as soon as the tiny body held gently in his hands falls still.
Noiz spreads the cubes out in front of him on a desk, lips pulled into a thin line. They’re silent, somber, no longer filled with the energy to bounce or squeak. He calls the command, and slowly their programmes are erased, lights turning off within them with a soft click. He picks them up, one by one, carefully, tenderly, cups them in his hands, and gently taps his fingers against them, wondering why the silence bothers him as much as it does.
Tori, perched as always on Mink’s shoulder, goes limp with a soft click. He falls to the floor, lifeless, but is caught before he hits the ground in a wide palm. It means nothing, will bring him nothing, but Mink draws Tori up to his face, presses their foreheads together, and murmurs a soft prayer of thanks as he gently rubs his fingers across each of Tori’s wings.
Aoba holds Ren close, face buried in thick blue fur. He strokes his fingers through soft fluff, chokes back a sob, laughs as Ren’s pink tongue laps comfortingly at his ear. They whisper back and forth for hours, voices low and choked - Ren’s with sadness, Aoba’s with tears. Ren’s fur is soaked by the time Aoba whispers I love you, Ren. He lies back in his hospital bed and waits, Ren sitting on his chest, both keeping their gazes firmly fixed on each other. And when Aoba’s eyes start to shut with something other than sleep, Ren starts to shut himself down, their lifeless heads dropping to the side at exactly the same time.
“What is right, and what is wrong… That is decided by the human heart. But then, what exactly is a heart? What someone considers the light, may actually be dark to someone else. To want only light without ever knowing the dark… I can’t do that.”—Aoba, DRAMAtical Murder anime (via dmmd-quotes)
i like to think that hogwarts has a really strong wi-fi signal, but like the stair cases, it keeps moving around. just muggleborns, chillin on their laptops all suddenly stand up together, dash madly to a different corner of the school, and sit down wordlessly like some kind of mind hive flock of pigeons while the purebloods are just so confused
It’s okay to be soft when the rest of the world is rough. It’s okay that you’re easily upset. It’s okay that you get hurt easily. It’s not a bad thing that you feel so much.
It’s okay that your hands shake.
It’s okay that you like dirty mirrors and blurry pictures better than crisp images of yourself because you’re so used to being a ghost. It’s okay to not feel real sometimes.
You don’t have to be pretty when you cry. It’s okay that your mind plays tricks on you so often that you have no idea what you actually look like.
Remind yourself that it is okay to disconnect. It’s okay to take time to recharge.
It’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to be lonely and to be vulnerable.
It’s okay to hate yourself but only if you remind yourself that it is not permanent. It’s okay to be sad as long as you remind yourself that it is not permanent.
As long as you are alive, you are growing, changing. I think the world is changing as much as I am because the trees outside my window don’t look the same as they did yesterday. I don’t think I will ever be the same person I was when I was at my worst.
Know that honesty is the easiest way to heal.
So maybe you don’t hate who you are now. You hate who you were yesterday. Your mind hasn’t caught up with your growth.
Promise me, promise me you’ll remind yourself that it’s okay to be yourself tomorrow.