Can we just talk about the way Naveen looks at Tiana?!?!?!!
Especially at the part when she’s dancing during Mama Odie’s solo number. It’s the first time he’s ever seen her completely happy and FREE instead of stressing about work and constantly being tied down by her worries about how she’s going to achieve her goal. He sees a more carefree side to her, and you can tell in that moment while he’s staring at her dancing that he suddenly realizes that he absolutely loves seeing her so happy. That she, more than anyone, DESERVES to be happy. And that because of that he’s going to do anything and everything to make sure that she will get what she’s worked so hard for because her happiness is now the most important thing in the world to him.
Like idk these two always just give me a lot of feelings their relationship is so beautiful Aggghhffsdxe@$%fgccfft:$!ewrcf!##!! *CRIES* 😭😭😭
No scene between two people in the history of television or cinema has or will ever be as pure, tender, organic and raw as the scenes shared by Colin Morgan and Bradley James in that last episode of BBC’s Merlin.
You know that feeling at the end of the day, when the anxiety of that-which-I-must-do falls away and, for maybe the first time that day, you see, with some clarity, the people you love and the ways you have, during that day, slightly ignored them, turned away from them to get back to what you were doing, blurted out some mildly hurtful thing, projected, instead of the deep love you really feel, a surge of defensiveness or self-protection or suspicion? That moment when you think, Oh God, what have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?
I feel like that now: tired of the Me I’ve always been, tired of making the same mistakes, repetitively stumbling after the same small ego strokes, being caught in the same loops of anxiety and defensiveness. At the end of my life, I know I won’t be wishing I’d held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me…
ok but real talk. one of my favourite things of watching Car Boys as it came out and seeing the “lore” unravel was talking about it! like, leaving behind all pretense and cringe and just having a good time making theories and discusing the supposed plot of a freaking car physics simulation game. the morality and motives of the “characters”, pieceing together the dimensions, the history behind the maps.
and i appreciate that so much about the boys. they just broke the game in increasingle inventive ways and talked about it until there was such a rich and deep background and it was full of comedy and horror and so! much! fun!
it was so easy to become invested, and i see now so many people were caught off guard by how emotional they got at the finale. because they made such a special thing. not just a fun series to take your mind off things (though that certainly helped) but an actual story. and we know they’re not really trapped in the time ring forever, but the personas they created are; in a eternal chase against the blob, floating through the void with only elton john and each other for company…
it’s bittersweet. but it was impressive to say the least. and i’m glad i got to experience it, that they chose to take this route and share the trip with us. and i know it’ll stay with me for some time :’)
Notes: started as a drabble but now we are here. super spur of the moment. fluff. tell me what you think! my second fic ever. be nice pls?
Those two words keep playing in your head over and over again. You’re an idiot. You are a self proclaimed idiot. Jokes on you this time.
You turn to your side and look at your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. Ugh. He’s perfect even when he’s sleeping and here you are trying to not to work yourself into an anxiety attack over your stupid mistake.
I’m an idiot. Who the fuck can’t tell their boyfriend that the joke you proclaimed as an April Fool’s prank is the truth?
It’s not like you planned for your joke to be a joke. You just found out on April Fool’s day. That little blue stick does not lie. Nor did the ten others you made Wanda go get you and swear on her life that she would not tell anyone about what is going on with you or…rather in you.
And when you went to tell Bucky, Bucky, the man with the steel blue eyes and the wicked smile and the love of your life that you are pregnant, p r e g n a n t, you froze. You panicked. And his shocked expression did not make you feel any better so you thought quick and told Bucky it was a joke and was crushed when he sighed in relief.
You look over Bucky now, to glance at the clock on your bedside table. 12:01. It’s officially April 2nd. It’s no longer April Fool’s. You’re still pregnant. It’s not a joke. It’s April 2nd, and you’re still pregnant.
“Babe as much as I love to keep you up at night, why are you awake?” You flinch as you glance at Bucky. He peers at you with one eye open and furrows his brows.
Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s awake. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“I swear it’s nothing babe, just going over the mission details for tomorrow in my head” blabbering it out like an idiot that you are and turning to your side only to bury your face into the pillow and hope to God that Bucky does not feel you try to avoid the subject.
“You know, I would believe you if you haven’t been awake and fidgeting for the last three hours” Bucky chuckles and pulls you closer.
“Talk to me doll, what’s on your mind?” Bucky turns you over and you peer up at him. You search your mind for the right words.
Hey Buck, remember that time after the mission when the adrenaline was getting to us and we got back to the jet and I tackled you and you took my pant– or that time during Tony’s party last month when you slid your fingers under my dress– or two weeks ago in the shower when you took me up against the wall and—
“Babe I can practically see you thinking but I need words.” He smirked as he leans closer into you, your foreheads are touching at this point.
“So funny story…” you begin and you look up once again into those eyes.
I’m fucked. Well we fucked. And now you’re fucked. Because we fucked. And we made a baby. I’m pregnant. Jokes on you and me. Oh shit.
“Talk to me doll, you’re starting to worr–” he’s cut off before he can finish the sentence.
“So I know I told you it was an April Fool’s joke, but I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. And I took about ten tests to make sure I was because who the fuck learns they are pregnant on April Fool’s? And I tried to tell you but then I panicked because you didn’t plan for this, I mean we didn’t plan for this and I saw the relief in your eyes when you heard me say April Fool’s. but Bucky, it’s officially April 2nd, and I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. Please don’t ha–”
This time, you’re the one that’s cut off from your babbling. Bucky’s lips smash into yours and you can’t help but moan at the force. His tongue teases yours a little and you blink your eyes a few times because you are left dazed after a kiss like that.
“You’re pregnant?” “You’re actually pregnant?” “I’m going to be a Dad?” he whispers as he pulls slightly away from you.
You stiffen as you come back and hear Bucky’s words. You look at him and you see the biggest smile on his face.
“I’m pregnant” You say with a little more confidence. Bucky leans back into you. “I was hoping it wasn’t a joke when you told me yesterday doll, I only looked relieved because I was trying to hide how disappointed I was.”
This time you’re the one who yanks Bucky towards you and in the process he’s on top of you. You reach up and give him a quick kiss before leaning up to his ear.
“You’re going to be a Daddy, Buck. No April Fool’s joke this time. Happy April 2nd Bucky.” your breath tickling his skin as you trail back to his lips.
“Happy April 2nd Doll, best non April Fool’s joke ever.” He leans down and joins you into your kiss.
Prompt: You and your dog, Max, run into someone at the park who just so happens to be insanely hot, single, and into you. (AKA the one where you and Sam have dogs and then go back to his place and have sex with each other)
I think it’s so funny when aesthetic blogs reblog that picture of JD and Veronica cuddling in his car after they killed Kurt and Ram and the captions are always like “omg relationship goals, how perfect and pure, ugh I want that” and I’m just like honey…you have no idea….