Headcanon: Minato paces on the ceiling when he's thinking
I dunno but i feel like this is something he would do.
He’s like a genius, right? So he probably has about seventy-six different trains of thought running at any given point in time. And constantly maintaining a low level of chakra control is like the ninja equivalent of listening to music while studying.
yo can you imagine the next thanksgiving dinner and kara danvers introduces lena luthor to her mom like, “this is my best friend and the greatest scientist in all of national city, lena!”?
and eliza knows that kara doesn’t normally bring friends to family events (not counting the superfriends since they work with her).
so when lena laughs and responds by telling kara to not be so modest while gently touching her arm, eliza knows. she knows how kara acts when shes in love and she thanks rao for giving her daughter someone who treats her with the love and respect she deserves.
Schrodinger’s fanfic: the fic you leave open waiting in a tab over and over; while it remains tabbed and unread it continues to exist simultaneously as potentially wonderful and potentially disappointing
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The wind gently rustled the tree tops. All around them, birdsong drifted through the air and brought magic to the forest. Lucy had rarely felt more peaceful than in this moment.
Her feet were bare, her boots discarded after the long walk. She wiggled her toes and relished the fresh breeze that tickled them. Natsu had felled a few trees and disturbed a few birds and hunted a boar and, finally, had burned through all of his energies. Now he sat beside her with a perfectly content smile on his face, on the verge of falling asleep. Only Happy was still munching away at the leftovers.
She could have lived in this moment forever.
And who was there to stop her? Lucy smiled. It was a lazy day and they had all the time in the world. Life could excuse them for a little while longer.
“It’s so nice here,” she sighed, and Natsu affirmed this with a grunted sound of approval. She glanced over and saw him blinking away the sleep in his eyes. This was the one battle he would lose. He caught her looking and grinned lazily.
“I’m so full,” he said and yawned, stretching his arms above him.
It was the most contagious thing and Lucy could not and did not want to resist. When he brought his arms back down he had somehow moved closer, brushing against her shoulder. Lucy was oddly aware of the contact, but it was very welcome.
Natsu seemed to feel it too, and hesitated for a moment. Then he relaxed and leaned further into her, melting against her side as he exhaled. An involuntary smile spread widely across Lucy’s face, and she reached up to take a hold of his arm and rest her head just under his.
They didn’t speak, and she wasn’t sure if it was because sleep was taking them or because there wasn’t anything that needed to be said, not really. There was a wonderful, silent agreement between them: that this was good and right and didn’t need to be questioned.
His head drooped, chin resting on her hair, and slowly but steadily he reached for her hand and pushed it down until it met his. He mumbled something she couldn’t even make out anymore, but it didn’t matter. She laced her fingers with his and opened her eyes one last time.
She saw their little fireplace, tree trunks and ferns and leaves and green, so much green. She thought she could even smell it. She caught Happy, too, who was snickering to himself at the sight in front of him, but she couldn’t even bring herself to bicker. He could snicker all he wanted.
She felt warm and comfortable and loved and she was not ashamed of that.
Smiling with her eyes closed, she reached out her free hand. Happy promptly accepted the invitation and, with a yawn to rival Natsu’s, snuggled up against her thigh. Soft little snores began to fill the air, and Lucy knew she had to fall asleep quickly before Natsu kicked into full gear. It wasn’t hard at all.
They didn’t move for a long while.
(Until Natsu drooled on Happy’s head and sparked a chain reaction of rather unfortunate events.)