I want you to kiss me harder than all the times you’ve looked in the mirror and seen all the She loves me not petals reflected back at you. Kiss me like this is the last day we have on earth, like the apocalypse is coming and all we can do is sit naked in the kitchen and…
#I bet she’s thinking about how much she wants to touch him #I’m sure that’s the thought she has the most when she watches him #how much she’d like to touch him #because they’re both incredibly tactile #when they’re together they’re always touching even if it’s just small touches #brushes of their fingers over the back of hands #or kisses dropped in hair and pressed to temples and brushed over cheeks and eyelids and noses #and now #she’s merely a ghost #and there is no touch #(‘I’m still just an image- not touch’ comes to mind) #and now the Doctor is in pain and she can do nothing #but stand and watch as the man she loves suffers- this time not by her hand #(I hate this ship oh my fucking god) (via alexandrakingstons)
“But he’s so little!” Sirius exclaimed again, his face not much more than an inch from the crib. He paused. “I can’t tell if he’s breathing…”
“WHAT?” James lept up from his place across the room, pushing Sirius aside as he scrambled to reach his infant son, only to collapse into the closest chair with a sigh as he realised Harry was happily dreaming, and most importantly, breathing.
“You are never babysitting. Ever,” he growled at his best mate who just shrugged and helped himself to James’ tea.
“That’s fine by me. I wouldn’t know what to do with the thing, anyway. Remus is better at the baby stuff. Once he’s big enough to ride a broom, however…” A wicked grin spread across Sirius’ face.
“Can’t we wait until he’s a week old before the ‘teaching him Quidditch’ discussions start?” Lily yawned as she entered the room, pulling her dressing robe around her and tying it at the waist.
“It’s never too early to start discussing a Quidditch career, Tiger-Lily.” Sirius nodded solemnly, as if this were the sad truth, before getting distracted as Harry kicked in his sleep. “Prongs, look! Feisty little one, isn’t he?”
James pulled his wife into his lap as Sirius stood over the crib, a goofy smile on his face as he watched his godson.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he murmured, kissing her shoulder lightly.
“The bed’s cold without you. Besides, every time I get comfortable, I have visions of Sirius doing something stupid while your back is turned.”
The man in question looked up from the crib with a scowl. “Fine, I’ll come back in the morning. But don’t think I’m not going to read those parenting books James dumped at my place. I’ll be the best godfather ever. The kid won’t know what hit him.”
“Hopefully nothing,” James muttered at the same time Lily exclaimed, “but you told me you lost those books!”
“Well I regret it now, don’t I? Don’t have a clue what he means when he’s crying, and you just pick him up and he stops like bloody magic.”
“That’s because you stand there looking like you’re about to burst into tears, yourself. You won’t break him, James,” Lily soothed, patting her husband’s cheek.
“Yeah, he’s a sturdy little thing. Tiny… but sturdy,” Sirius said as he reached into the crib.
“Don’t you dare poke him!” both Lily and James cried.
“I didn’t do anything! But on that note, I’m heading home.” Sirius began to make his way towards the door, grabbing his bag of Order things off the floor. “Keira’s probably wondering where I am, anyway.”
“You didn’t tell her you were coming over, did you?” Lily frowned.
“Well I wan’t planning on staying long…”
“You’ve been here since mid-afternoon, mate.” James sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself.
“Yeah, but… Harry.” Sirius gestured wildly towards the crib, as if it explained itself, which, in a way, it did.
“Go! Just go already. That poor girl’s much too good for you. And bring her over tomorrow!” Lily called out, but Sirius had already shut the door behind him.
There was quite in the Potter household for a moment or two, Lily settling back into her husband’s lap, both of them watching the crib in the corner, soft smiles on their faces, before James piped up, “he will be good on a broom, though.”
Lily hit him.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he…
The Avengers poster banner vs. concept art by Ryan Meinerding
‘Move me to the front.’
‘More lady butts.’
‘Make Thor look less heroic. I’m the real hero here.’
‘Better add some smoke and fires.’
‘Flip over that ugly taxi.’
‘I guess put Steve up by my side or something?’
#’what about some naked ladies can we get some naked ladies on this thing somewhere’ #’mr stark i don’t think… this poster needs to be hung in public places—’ #’okay fine fine right i hear ya better stick with more explosions then’ #’mr stark there’s already smoke in the background and—’ #’MORE EXPLOSIONS. and have us standing IN THE EXPLOSIONS to show how badass we are. also make me taller than cap thanks perfect’ #seriously only tony stark would request more lasers on his poster
i think my cat is allergic to cats
That sounds pretty
i hope you get arrested for that