i believe in their bond

I think in a sense, you always love someone, I don’t believe that any amount of distance, silence or time can break the bond between two hearts. I believe that once you find love with someone, that stays with you - forever. But the hard truth of that is, forever is infinite and that means they can treasure your love and kiss your lips until their very last breath, or.. the version we’re most familiar with, they can rip your heart right out of your chest and kick it to the curb without even giving your eyes a second look. And that my darling, is the harsh reality of love, it’s infinite. Whether you want it to be or not, it never goes away once you find it.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

The most hilarious bit of ffvii trivia I’ve ever read: 

“Although he obviously wasn’t meant to look like him, Tetsuya Nomura imagined that Red XIII would be voiced by Sean Connery. When he had a spoken line in Advent Children, it was done as an imitation of Sean Connery.” - FFVII character page, tvtropes.


just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…


Hui’s message to Shinwon (trans cr: MrsDooB2uty)

I know they are a cute bunch of dorks and such great performers on stage. On top of that they are such a good looking group but it is during these times when I’m reminded of why i fell for them so hard during Pentagon Maker. Their bond just feels genuine. I, personally, believe that there’s no such thing as forever so even if one day this bond falters, I know it was real.

  • Allura: Shiro could I speak to you for a moment?
  • Shiro: Sure princess, what's up?
  • Allura: You see I've been researching human culture and I came across something called a "threesome." I have no idea what it is but I'm intrigued
  • Shiro: oh
  • Allura: May we perform this act? I believe it will help us bond and strengthen our relationship
  • Shiro: Well sure it could but I mean-
  • Allura: Excellent. I'm getting Coran to join us
  • Shiro: What have I gotten myself into
  • Keith from around the corner: Apparently Allura

weesta  asked:

Via IRC fundraiser - Steve & Clint bonding - Steve took Clint at his word immediately after Clint shook loose of Loki's spell - Clint will never forget that.

Steve discovered, his second week in Wakanda, that the fishing there was amazing, and T’Challa had said he could fish so long as he threw the little ones back unharmed and brought his catch to the palace kitchen to be cooked. Nothing was wasted in Wakanda, and hunting was for food, not for sport. (Though T’Challa admitted with a grin that you could have good sport from hunting for food.) 

To Steve’s shock, after the jailbreak, Clint actually took Steve up on his invitation to go fishing with him. He wasn’t bad at it, either; by the time the sun was up Clint had landed a big catfish-looking creature, and had helped Steve pull up a second. 

“Can I ask you something?” Steve said, as Clint re-baited his line and tossed it out after losing his bait to a fish smarter than either of the ones they’d caught so far. 

“Sure,” Clint replied, leaning back in the boat, sipping from a canteen. 

“I get why you retired,” Steve said. “Good neutral response to the Accords, and you had a family to think about. But why’d you come down on my side when I called? You didn’t have to.”

“No, I suppose not,” Clint agreed. 

“But you didn’t even object. You just saddled up and rode in.”

Clint smiled. “I like that image, me riding in on a horse like the Rohirrim at dawn.”

Steve blinked at him.

“Too nerdy?” Clint asked. 

“Shockingly nerdy,” Steve agreed.

“I mean…” Clint felt a tug on his line, tested it, then shrugged it off as a current. “I owed you one.”

“From when?” Steve asked, brow furrowed.

“Well, maybe not…” Clint glanced away. “I didn’t owe you one, like, you did me a solid and you’ve got credit. It’s more…you put your trust in me, and I owed you that back again. When Natasha pulled me back from Loki. I said I could pilot a plane. You said okay. You didn’t know me from Adam.”

“Natasha trusted you, that was enough for me,” Steve said. 

“That’s what it looked like from your angle, sure. From my angle, Captain America just told me that despite all the terrible shit I’d done, he knew it wasn’t me who did it, and he knew I could saddle up.” Clint smiled at him. “When someone trusts you like that once, you owe it to ‘em to be worthy of the trust somewhere down the line.” 

“Huh,” Steve said. “Got you in a hell of a pickle, Clint.”

“Bah, I been in worse,” Clint replied. “It’ll all sort out. In the meantime…” he reached over and hooked a finger on Steve’s line, testing it, “I think you got a bite. Give it a reel, see if we can get one more before we pack it in.”

I still can’t believe what we watched. And i don’t mean the Bond/Saw nightmare from yesterday but the entire series 4 was a joke. An elaborate, cruel joke. How can they do this? Why? Why create an entire arc with so much subtext and meaning and throw it overboard this way? It feels like self sabotage. I can’t understand them. This looks like something written in a hurry, produced in a hurry, directed in a hurry and in some parts performed in a hurry. Shipping aside, FFS, the amount of errors and plot holes is just staggering.
My heart is broken. I couldn’t fall asleep until 4am because I kept mourning in a way the death of the show I loved and I couldn’t stop crying. I am still trying to understand why and i know I won’t find answers. I know how to rebuild myself from the mess they have left behind but it’s hard to find motivation.
Why? why?! why!?!

“Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. As in, I literally cannot fucking believe this.”

I thought those conversations were being recorded,” Bond muses in Q’s ear, making his eye twitch.

“I don’t fucking believe this,” he reaffirms, because this CCTV feed, frankly, defies not only belief but also statistics and probability, and what should be a very firm line separating reality from cartoonish fiction. Trust James bloody Bond to bring this sort of thing off and then relish in the cliché .

On Q’s screen, Bond has the gall to adjust his cufflinks.

“You actually fucking killed a man by dropping a fucking piano on him,” Q says, loud and clear, because he needs to say those words in order to process the situation and hopefully move on.

Bond preens a little and poses somewhat smugly next to an actual pair of legs sticking out from underneath an actual shattered piano. Q feels an overwhelming need to strangle someone.

It’s not as though I’d planned it,” Bond at last moves off, because someone on the street seems to finally be calling the police. “I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

“It’s like the world rearranges itself to amuse you. I didn’t even think they still delivered pianos in through windows anymore!”

Stroke of luck,” he makes the words sound dirty and Q could just scream.

“I need a drink,” he growls instead, angrily typing in a few commands.

I know an excellent bar,” Bond says, smooth and easy, because of course he does, and the worst thing of all is that it’s not an unwelcome offer, damn the bastard. “Fantastic alcohol, and they’ve got a piano player.”

“Oh, fuck you, Bond.”

Gladly,” Bond’s voice is suddenly dangerous velvet and filthy promises, and an altogether different wave of heat floods Q, because oh… that’s… “I’ll be back in time to pick you up at eight,” and with that Bond disconnects, leaving Q distinctly distracted for the rest of the day.

For the lovely Music Challenge from @mi6-cafe.

“I’ve taken this year to stand up for my value as a songwriter, as a business woman, and a content creator. I’m very well aware the music industry is changing, and it will continue to change. I’m open to that change and progress. I’m not open to the financial model that is currently in place. I really believe that we in the music industry can work together to bond technology with integrity. And I think we can teach a younger generation aboutt an investment in music, not just the ephemeral consumption of it. I think that there has to be a way for streaming or any future way we access music to fairly compensate the writers.”

I’ve always seen Genji as kinda…beyond regular romantic and/or sexual relationships tbh??

Since he has gone through a journey of spiritual enlightenment and self acceptance, i think he has found happiness without the need of a partner, if that makes any sense. Like, after reaching a point of such clarity and vision of the world and himself, i believe something like a romantic relationship would seem unessesary for him? Like, he doesn’t need his “missing half”.

He is whole.

Mercy and Genji i think would be very close friends, McCree would be like the brother he couldn’t have.

Genji’s relationship with Zenyatta i believe transcends that of a regular friendship/romance/teacher-student bond.

They have a very special connection we still don’t have a name for. After all, they share a spiritual bond that surpasses anything most people on earth will experience in their lifetime.


“I had a long time to consider the value of memory, and the idea that just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization - easier on the soul than mourning what might have been - the life unlived. I honestly don’t know, but I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a writer. She made me a man.”

– 5 to 7 (2014)