this-is-just-too-good

anonymous asked:

oh my goooooooosh can you pls make a top 5 locations sidney crosby can kick my ass because i feel that shit on a personal level everyday and your geno one was just too good like i needmorebitch

top 5 locations for sidney crosby to beat my ass

5. on his little dock - cole harbour, nova scotia. reason: probably has several fishing poles with which to beat me, could easily push me off the dock and into the water, no witnesses.

4. live on TSN sportscentre - toronto, ontario. reason: can be broadcast to his many adoring fans in canada, also he would probably be able to get an “accidental” punch or two on don cherry, which is always a plus.

3. on gary bettman’s front lawn - saddle river, new jersey. reason: it sends a great message to bettman that sid will kick anyone’s ass. also proximity to bettman will surely put sid’s anger levels through the roof, ensuring a good ass-whooping.

2. the parking lot of any tim horton’s in canada. reason: sid’s powers are at their highest when he is in within 100 ft of a timmy’s. also nathan mackinnon would probably pop up at some point to help him.

1. at center ice in the middle of the Sidney Crosby Hockey School - cole harbour, nova scotia. reason: home ice advantage, lots of friends to help him, a bunch of small hockey kids cheering him on.

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Fic Rec: Axe For the Frozen Sea I II III IV  by @dessertarianism​ 

Summary: The five things Eijun learns from Animal’s book // Eijun wonders what the great swordsman had to say about running away // Eijun cries over fictional characters & shoujo manga // Eijun doesn’t look like an idiot when wearing glasses.

p.s. Happy super belated birthday @verbingweirdslanguage!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve has never felt anything romantic/sexual toward Bucky, but he finds out that Bucky's been in love with him for eighty years and... hm...

“Oh,” Steve says. He doesn’t know what else to say, so he manages to open and close his mouth a few times and say it again. “Oh.”

“I don’t even know why I told you.” Bucky’s actually smiling at him, to Steve’s surprise. He laughs a little like it’s really amusing to him that Steve doesn’t return his feelings. “Probably because I like it when your cheeks turn red like that.”

“My cheeks aren’t red,” Steve insists.

That just makes Bucky laugh even harder, “Well now they are!” He gets up and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Don’t worry about it, Pal. It’s just something I thought you should know.”

Steve wants to apologize since it feels like he should, but before he can Bucky’s up and out of the room.

It wasn’t that Steve was straight, or didn’t think Bucky was an attractive guy (his eyes have always worked well enough to see that). It’s just that he kept Bucky in a special compartment of his brain. One labeled: Best friend. Do not want.

Steve remembers what it was like to step out of the machine after getting the serum. Everything was brighter. The air felt lighter and every breath felt like it was a gasp. He started to notice colors he couldn’t see before, he started to hear new sounds. The world felt like it had exploded around him.

After Bucky told Steve that he had feelings for him well… it kind of felt a lot like that.

All of a sudden Steve noticed everything about his best friend. He noticed how Bucky’s eyes sparkled when he smiled. He noticed the line of Bucky’s neck when he threw his head back in laughter. He noticed how Bucky’s jeans clung to his long legs. He noticed how warm and nice it felt to have Bucky sit down next to him and press their sides together. The special compartment of his brain where Steve kept Bucky had been blown wide open and Steve realized that he was falling for Bucky- hard and fast- mere weeks after telling him his feelings were unrequited.

What was he supposed to do now?

Houses Book Aesthetics

Gryffindor- Cracking a spine open for the first time, and dog earrings your favourite pages.

Slytherin- Falling asleep with a book open on your chest, and hugging it closely.

Ravenclaw- Taking notes, but halfway through forgetting because the book is just too damn good.

Hufflepuff- Rereading a loved book, and taking in its familiar smell.

there’s a lot going on here. i see black cats in our shadows. i’m sorry about the ladder i left out. i think i’m asking for trouble. at least then i have an excuse.

it gets dark before it should now. all my lighters were stolen last week, and last night i forgot i can’t see past unmarked tombstones. last night i tried to put out the flames. i don’t think we’ll ever be the same.

i’m gutting myself. i mean im unbuilding. i mean if you see my radio in a new car somewhere it will still be singing your name and that’s fucked up.

the river in our city used to be my favourite place. now it just makes my hands shake. you see, this is where you loved me once. you see, this is where i realized it. i still feel your lips on my cheek here. i’m just way too good at keeping promises, don’t you see?

there’s an empty that fills. there’s a lot of graves that never get dug. you and i are a boat that we’re pretending hasn’t sunk.

here is a joke: i love you and the sky comes undone and when i say “it’s falling” you say “so don’t look up”

here is the punchline: the train still killed me even though i saw it coming. i still find tracks in my teeth.

i want mornings i don’t pick gravel out of sore places. i want mornings that don’t feel like death sentences. i want mornings that feel like open books.

i’ve had the same bruise on my leg for four weeks now. i think you’ve been calling me in your sleep. i think i’ve been running to you in my dreams.

so here’s the question: how do i stop falling?

—  collab between the wonderful @inkskinned and i.