Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
soul mate au where the most important thing your soul mate will ever say to you is written on your wrist
Yeah sure we can go for the obvious like “I love you” or “I will miss you” but what about real weird stuff like “Please accept the change, sir” or “Please play on, your music is lovely”. Then there is the straight up nasty stuff like “I promise I won’t kill you”
Cleric: I cast Command on the crab!
DM: It does nothing because you can’t speak his language.
Cleric: Son of a bitch.
Summoner to the Cleric: You can’t speak crab?!
Cleric: Dammit man I’m a priest not a Druid!
Notes: angst(ish), PTSD, fluff, service dogs, isolation, masturbation.
Summary: Bucky’s been going through the motions ever since he got back from his last tour, missing one arm. Then he meets a girl while walking his service-dog Ziva at an ungodly hour. She might be the breath of fresh air he doesn’t know he’s been missing.
A/N: Hi guys! This story is a one shot AU.Hope you enjoy it! x
There’s something -everything- so calming about being outside before the crack of dawn; sure, it’s because Bucky has trouble sleeping and wakes up at four in the morning and is unable to go back to sleep, but, still. It’s like the world is his own for a while. A short while, maybe an hour before the first early birds show their faces, but a while at least. Usually long enough for him to clear his head after another short night of sleep, maybe after being awoken by a nightmare.
Having a reason to go outside, is even better, gives him a sense of purpose; even if his German Shepard, Ziva, usually gives him the stink-eye for waking her so early.
I saw the picture and I just…I had to let my hand slip ALL OVER MY TABLET.
Anyway, so yeah….I’m weak. I couldn’t start INH or any of my other projects until I drew this. I could see Qrow owning ironic or perverse shirts like this. He knows he’s sexy…and he uses it as well as he handles his broadsword.