Let them all come, Clint. Let every last one of those tracksuit-wearing sub-verbal bullying murderous scumbags come at us. Because you and me? Together? Together, Clint, I think you and me are the person we both wish we could be. And I know that person… I know that person is worth something. I know that person can… can pretty much do anything.
Asuna. The pain that burned deep in my chest came back. Asuna, my beloved, my wife, the woman who had stood at the end of the world with me.
Was it a dream? A beautiful illusion I’d witnessed in an artificial world? For a moment, I wasn’t sure.
No, she was real. We’d laughed together, cried together, fallen asleep together…those things weren’t a dream. Kayaba had said 'Congratulations on beating the game Kirito and Asuna.’ I heard him say her name. If I was included among the players who survived, Asuna must be as well.
The moment I realized this, my love and overwhelming longing for her exploded within me. I want to see her. I want to touch her hair. I want to kiss her. I want to hear her voice.” (p.244)
what if john tries to start saying how he feels and sherlock gets anxious and starts moving away because hes literally just afraid even though he wants to know he wants john to love him and deep down he knows hes about to say it but hes scared and then john’s like. sherlock holmes. stand here. so i can tell you how i feel. kind of captain watsony but also about to cry? and sherlocks like, holy shit, because! he knows how bad john is with talking about his feelings!!! and sherlock’s like “take my hand” and johns like “why?” and sherlocks like “stop me in case i try to run again” and theyre bOTH BREATHING SO HARD AND SHAKING AND JOHN CANT KEEP EYE CONTACT FOR MORE THAN A FEW SECONDS but hes TALKING hes telling him how he FEELS and sherlocks just MOUTH AGAPE ABOUT TO CRY and theyre squeezing each others hands so tight it hurts but everything is on fire and they can barely even tell?!?!?!?! anyway everything just got too real peace out
if we’re plotting i 10000000% want u to be as into our plot as i am i want u to resPOND when i bombard u with headcanons i want U to bombard ME with headcanons ok like if we’re plotting it’S NOT THE TIME 2 PLAY IT COOL
don’t imagine harry squeezing into the back of the ambulance with niall even though “it’s fine, harry, ‘m not dyin’” and don’t imagine harry holding niall’s hand when he starts feeling faint and a little claustrophobic maybe and don’t imagine harry crackin’ jokes to keep niall distracted and patting niall’s thigh and telling him they’re nearly there now when he asks how much longer it is ‘til he can get some fresh air please