Hyyh era is like that amazing movie you watched and you wish you could watch it again without knowing the plot. It’s like that song you used to listen a lot in the past and when you listen to it today it brings happy memories. It’s like that book you read in one night and you already miss the characters. It’s like that cool game you regretted beating seconds after it ended. Hyyh era is the ultimate definition of longing and sentiment
- Don’t make me come down here, you punk! - I think he larps you - Pretty sure this guy is a war criminal now. - *stressed dad yells while talking on the phone* Sorry, Teenager. - This is your chance Peter, kiss her! - *Activating instant kill* - I just love to come here and sketch people in crisis - Don’t hang me off when I’m complimenting you - *enhanced interrogation protocol* - *puppy dog eyes* The guy in the chair<3 - You deserve this! Bye Mr Criminal! - I’m…… looking at….. porn - want me to activate instant kill? - C’mon Peter, C'mon Spider Man! C’MON SPIDERMANNN!!! - Young bud - I’ve been carrying this since 2008 - WHAt the FU- - Patience.
-find new music
-review goals/make new ones
-relax/watch a movie
-when something triggers your sadness, don’t be afraid; feel it, but then take a moment to breathe, and decide if you want to continue feeling like this or not.
If you decide you don’t want to continue to feel this way, then nothing can stop you from feeling happy again.
me watching any horror movie that features a monster and human bonding and budding into a romance at first: wow…..i hope they get together, i hope this is cute and that it lasts i just really really REALLY HOPE THAT NO ONE DIES!! THAT THE MONSTER REMAINS SWEET AND FAITHFUL!!!
this work was a commission for @ladyserendipitous!!! thank you so much for commissioning me, this was so much fun, thank you for giving me the chance to write this amazing prompt and for being patient <3
also, shoutout to @sunlitshowers and @reyxa for providing encouragement and also increasingly ridiculous excuses. and thank you for @megatraven for beta-ing!
Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.
Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.
The problem is the second date.
Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.
Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.
Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.
This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol
Enjoy :) ***************
Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.
And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.
Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…
Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.
In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.
So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.
Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.
It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.
Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.
But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.
the bunker is quiet after jack leaves. there’s something in the air, a mix of agitation and resignation – it hurts to breathe, or maybe that’s just dean.
sam turns in almost immediately after the initial shock, after cas hurried to both of them and looked for injuries. turns out he still got the juice because he insists on healing dean’s small scratch for no reason whatsoever.
now it’s just both of them, sitting there awkwardly, dean inspecting the dirt under his fingernails, cas nursing a beer. this, dean muses, would be the perfect opportunity to – well, say something, but he doesn’t know what or rather, how.
nothing he says could ease the pain of losing jack, anyway, and that should be his top priority now. it certainly is cas’, if his crestfallen face is anything to go by. so dean’s lost in his own thoughts, alternating between hating himself for being so hostile to jack and hating himself for being a selfish bastard who’s happy that he’s got cas alone.
it’s curious, how easy it was to fall back into his old patterns with cas – to tease him affectionately, to issue and take orders between them, to, well, stare at him with unabashed amazement. he likes to think it’s because cas is literally back from the dead, but really, it’s just a regular old day in his life.
•fluffy bed head hair that he keeps running his hands through
•that low, groggy voice he gets when he’s tired and sleepy
•shuffling around the house to ensure that he doesn’t trip and fall
•"babe come lay on me"
•"shawn there’s a blanket literally right there"
•"i know but i don’t wanna move to get it"
•him whining because you refuse to support his lazy antics
•him reaching out and grabbing you by the waist, pulling you down on top of him
•" ‘don’t wanna move’ my ass"
•him humming a sigh of contentment as he nuzzles into your neck
•feeling his heartbeat against your chest
•him lazily scratching your back and playing with your hair
•"shawn we need to do something today"
•"this IS something"
•"no i mean go outside or something like that"
•turning on the tv and looking for a movie to watch
•settling on a cheesy rom-com because even though you both would never admit it you guys love them
•falling in and out of sleep while he softly sings to you
•"shawn let go of me i have to pee"
•him whining for you to hurry up so he can hold you again
•you purposely going to the kitchen to make tea just so he has to wait longer for you
•him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while you stir sugar into your tea
•you two just standing against the counter while he rests against your back
•going back to the couch and laying your head in his lap while he plays with your hair
•just being content and everything is okay and you two just spend the day being together and loving each other
Good morning, fellow writers. I hope today you put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and maybe write a little something you’ve been afraid to write. I hope maybe some of you send something to a friend for the first time, or upload your first story to AO3. I hope today you take a little leap and write that silly, self-indulgent AU you’ve always wanted. I hope today you read something beautiful and it inspires you. I hope today you feel that little spur of creativity and follow it.
And if today is not that day, that’s alright. I hope you find something wonderful to read, or watch that movie again or reblog that art. I hope you have a beautiful, creative day, whether you write something or not. You are wonderful, and I appreciate, admire, and respect your talent and all you choose to do with it.