his arms are almost

  • ron weasley letting hermione know that she could still keep granger as her last name or even have himself become mr.granger after she says yes to his proposal 
  • deciding that he was happier spreading laughter and fun by working alongside his brother at the shop than he ever was an auror
  • making jokes about his weight gain in order to make his family laugh
  • trying to become more familiar with the muggle world for hermione’s sake
  • crying the day hugo gives him a drawing of dad with my hero written in big letters at the top 
  • rose always calls for dad whenever she sees a spider because he’ll always come and kill it for her despite his arms shaking when he reaches for it
  • ron almost always forgets his anniversary but it doesn’t really bother hermione since he’s always setting up dates for them whenever she can find the time to take off work
  • ron listening to harry talk about his nightmares during the middle of the night over a cup of hot chocolate
  • putting the birthday card on fred’s grave because george can never bring himself to go to the cemetary during their birthday
  • molly teaching ron how to make cakes so he can make them for the kids and hermione on their birthday
  • making sure that his kids know how proud of them he is because he never wants them experiencing the same self esteem issues he has
  • ron weasley being the best husband,friend,family member, and father that he can be because if there’s anything he’s exceptional at it’s loving people 

Harry Potter + Book Moments

‘Cruc — ’ yelled Harry for the second time, aiming for the figure ahead illuminated in the dancing firelight, but Snape blocked the spell again; Harry could see him sneering.

No Unforgivable Curses from you, Potter!’ he shouted over the rushing of the flames, Hagrid’s yells and the wild yelping of the trapped Fang. ‘You haven’t got the nerve or the ability –’

‘Incarc — ’ Harry roared, but Snape deflected the spell with an almost lazy flick of his arm.

  • Guang-Hong: If I run at Leo, he will almost certainly catch me in his arms.
  • [Enter Leo]
  • Guang-Hong: Coming in! *runs toward Leo*
  • Leo: No! I'm holding coffee! *drops the coffee and catches him*
In the Arms of Dean

 The first time Dean hugs you, you are completely caught off guard. You aren’t used to this kind of affection coming from him. Sam is the guy who gave you a hug before bed, a hug after a hunt and any other time you wanted one. But not Dean. Dean didn’t hug, not often anyways. So when he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly, you were almost shocked. You don’t know how kicking some guys ass inside an old run down bar would earn you a hug, but you accepted it nonetheless. 

  After that, it was like your entire friendship shifted. Dean was around a lot more often than before. You would catch him sneaking glances at you every once in a while. He found any excuse to touch you or be close to you. You weren’t born yesterday, you clued into what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice since you worked together and lived together. You didn’t want to assume he felt something towards you and make an idiot of yourself. 

  The second time he hugged you, tears were falling freely from his eyes. Your body clung to his and there was no chance he was letting you go. Turns out you had just died on a hunt, and you were gone for several minutes until Cas came in and healed you as much as he could. 

  “I thought I lost you,” he cried out. “You were dead. There was no heartbeat, you weren’t breathing. You were fucking gone!”

  “Dean,” you coughed out. Your throat dry as sandpaper. 

  “God, I love the way you say my name,” he choked out. “Don’t you ever do that again! You hear me?”

  “You have really pretty eyes,” you smiled softly. His whole body relaxed, a laugh left his lips. “And I like the freckles dusting your nose and cheeks.”

  “Okay there, sweetheart. I think it’s time to get you back to the motel so you can sleep this off,” he said nervously. 

  “You have a nice smile too, especially when it reaches your eyes,” you continued. He stopped lifting you and settled back on the ground in his lap. His left hand came up to your cheek, brushing away the stray strands from your face. His heart was racing in his chest, and you could feel it. “I like it when you don’t shave for a couple of days and the way you eat your french fries.”

  “Y/N, why are you telling me all these things?” he questioned, his voice quiet and defeated sounding.

  “Because I technically died and I don’t want to leave this world without tell you all my favourite things about you,” you stated. “And believe me, there is a whole list of things. I haven’t even scratched the surface.”

  “I love you,” he breathed out, his eyes locked with yours. He smiled weakly, his grip tightening. 

  “I love you, too.”

After that day, Dean hugged you everyday, whether it was from behind, or tightly in the morning after you both got out of bed. You spent everyday, telling him one more thing about him you liked. You watched his face turn a light shade of pink, dropping his head. You knew it made him feel loved, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

  As strange as it sounds, you were happy you technically died on that hunt. You and Dean had never been happier. 


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decided i’d try to draw them all like this ?? so i did the cousins !!

  • What he says: I'm fine.
  • What he means: In the episode "Hero for a Day," it was made rather obvious that Robbie suffers from occassional bouts of insomnia. A good chunk of the plot centered around his desire for peace and quiet so he could just SLEEP. However, when Sportacus saved him from the tree, he fell asleep almost immediately in his arms, with seemingly no trouble. How starved for affection is Robbie, really? How little positive touch does he feel? He mentioned that he had been awake for 3 days straight, and it takes less than 24 hours of touch starvation for a person's mood to worsen. Is the lack of affection-induced insomnia the only concerning part of Robbie's psyche, or are there more, less obvious, more destructive entities lurking in the shadows? Is Robbie okay? Does he need a close friend, or professional help?

magnus bane snuggling his boyfriend and nuzzling him with his nose, whispering, “good morning, darling” and alec lightwood sighs, almost dreamily, burying his face into his pillow and relishing in the warmth and the security of magnus’ arms, the sunlight streaming through the window and casting a glow on the covers. “alexander, you have to get up” magnus continues, not harshly, but in a sing-song voice, every vowel, every consonant musical and alive, the tone in magnus’ voice soft and sweet and reserved only for alec as he presses kisses to his skin. alec mumbles something incoherent as magnus pecks him on his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “you have a meeting, dear. a very important meeting that, as head of the new york institute, you need to attend” magnus adds, tracing the runes on alec’s arms. “you radiate heat” alec mumuers, almost deliriously, his voice muffled by his pillow. “you make me feel so safe, so loved. can we just stay here forever? i could stay here forever” “that’s very lovely, alexander, but forever can start after your meeting” magnus says, attempting to pull alec up and trying not to let him see the smile and blush on his face from his comment. with one quick motion, alec pulls magnus back down so that he’s curled up at his side and alec is flat on his back. “only a true love’s kiss can wake me from my slumber” alec hums, eyes closed and his hands on his stomach and magnus scoffs playfully. “are you serious?” “absolutely. you know how it works: person who is asleep receives a kiss from their true love and wakes up.” “if you keep calling me your true love, i’m going to have heart palpitations “ magnus breathes and buries his face in the crook of alec’s neck. “i promise i’ll wake up this time” alec says and magnus’ stomach drops, remembering that awful night, clammy hands and hot tears, cold lips pressed against his own for a few fleeting seconds, his whole world crumbling. he suddenly leans over and places a tender and sweet kiss on alec’s lips and alec laughs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around magnus’ waist and shifting so now that they are both on their sides, magnus’ fingers on alec’s face and tracing his jawline, alec’s cool hands under magnus’ shirt and resting on his hipbones. magnus pulls away, pecking alec once more for good measure, and he laughs at alec’s swollen lips, his messy hair, his wide eyes (knowing that he looks exactly the same) and when alec pulls him in again for another kiss, magnus places his hands on his chest. “i am not going to make you late for your meeting, and you’re clearly awake now, so get up, sleeping beauty” he giggles and alec makes a face at him again, settling for kissing his nose and clambering out of the bed. “i’ll make some coffee, okay?” alec asks over his shoulder and magnus nods, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and grinning to himself as he hears alec humming “once upon a dream” as he goes to the kitchen

Draco and Harry turn out to be the same height although Harry is more built from his Auror training, which Draco secretly loves. Draco loves to be held in the strong arms and melt into Harry’s embrace and he loves to be cuddle, but he won’t ever admit that. But almost every night Harry finds Draco in his arms cuddled up against him and Harry knows exactly why.

Dean watches Cas hold out his hand and catch a snowflake.

“Snowflakes are beautiful,” Cas comments idly, staring at the crystal glitter in his hand until it melts.

“Yeah, all that ‘no two alike’ stuff,” Dean agrees half-heartedly. The mark on his arm is burning, the fear has numbed him almost completely, and his mind isn’t letting him think about things like snow appreciation right now.

Cas catches the tone. “You don’t agree?”

Dean shrugs his shoulders. “They melt away pretty quickly. Kind of sad that they just get forgotten.”

Cas tilts his head and squints at Dean. "They don’t get forgotten by me,” he says softly. “Each one is unique. Complex. But there are a few that are just…more beautiful than the rest somehow. I remember those. Even after they’re gone.”

Dean shuffles his feet a little. “What’s so special about those? Why are they more beautiful?”

“Snowflakes are all crystallized. Ordered. But they aren’t perfect. The structures get marred and interrupted, and sometimes the snowflakes are a little damaged. Those are the ones that seem to catch the sunlight a little more. Shine a little brighter while they are here.”

Dean looks up from the ground to meet Cas’ eyes, and they stare at each other for a moment.

"I remember those,” Cas murmurs. “So they’re never really gone.”

Dean steps forward and Cas opens his arms, lets Dean press against him until they are both warm.

The snow still falls around them, catching in their hair and eyelashes.

Cas will remember.

Imagine pushing Dean out of anger, only for him to make fun of you, resulting in your anger taking over.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God, if you don’t give me back my phone this instant!” you yelled out at the eldest Winchester as his boyish snickers rode sound waves to your ears.

“You might just have to jump for it, Y/n,” he smiled. The illuminated screen appeared above his head with a large smile across his face. Sam, with his arms crossed, was no help. In fact, it was almost like he enjoyed watching the scene that was playing out in front of him. “Aw, look, Sammy! She’s getting mad!”

You stomped over to him with your chest heaving up and down in an all too fast rhythm, your fist clenched by your side. Harshly, you shoved at his chest causing him to stumble backwards. “You jerk! Give it back!” The hunt had put you in a rather raw mood. Plus, for the past three days, Dean had done nothing put torment you relentlessly. This was the last straw.

“You hit like a girl!” Dean laughed.

“Dude, okay, I think she’s had enough. Just give her-” But Sam never had time to let the rest of the sentence roll off his tongue. Your fist had connected with Dean’s lip harshly. Needless to say, he was in shock, his eyes wide and lip dripping blood.

“Damn,” he hissed as he wiped away the crimson liquid, “I was just playing around.”

Grabbing your phone, you turned on your heel smirking. “And who said hitting like a girl was a bad thing? Try me again, Winchester. I dare you.”

do u ever think about how much luffy probably hates the idea of people protecting him? like. viscerally, with every fiber of his being, he is repulsed by the very idea.

because when he was little, shanks protected him and lost his arm and sabo protected him (and Ace) and lost his memory (and almost his life).

then, later, robin tried to protect the whole crew and they nearly lost her for good. margaret and her friends protect him on amazon lily and they get turned to stone (tho that gets fixed pretty quick at least).

and then he learns that ace protected him and got captured by blackbeard.

bon clay protected him and he had to leave him behind in impel down.

then ace protected him again and died.

luffy has probably learned pretty well by now that nothing good happens to the people who protect him

  • Dan: *freaking out over exam grades*
  • Phil: you okay, Dan?
  • Dan: *almost in tears*
  • Phil: Dan.
  • Phil: *wrapping his arms around Dan from behind and taking the papers out of his hands*
  • Phil: it's okay