It’s hard to find a partner with a similar life experience. [insp]
imagine bucky before the war, poor as hell but always determined to look good, always determined to buy a dame a drink even if it meant he couldn’t take a cab back home. he always slicked back his hair and made sure every night to shine his shoes and press his shirts and steve…
like it’s not “whoops I’m PREGNANT AGAIN tee hee time for an abortion!!”
nobody fuckin does that. nobody
it’s more along the lines of
do you want an abortion or do you want to die
do you want an abortion or do you want to watch your baby die after a week
do you want an abortion or do you want your life to fall apart around you because of a child you are either unable or unfit to support
do you want to give up a fetus or a living, breathing baby
imagine bucky and natasha whispering behind steve’s back in russian, just little harmless things like “he’s cute when he’s angry” and “if you tell him he’s got a nice ass he’ll turn the color of your hair” so steve decides he’s gonna learn some…
He followed Lupin into his office. In the corner stood a very large tank of water. A sickly green creature with sharp little horns had its face pressed against the glass, pulling faces and flexing its long, spindly fingers.
”Water demon,” said Lupin, surveying the grindylow thoughtfully. “We shouldn’t have much difficulty with him, not after the kappas. The trick is to break his grip. You notice the abnormally long fingers? Strong, but very brittle.”
The grindylow bared its green teeth and then buried itself in a tangle of weeds in a corner.
”Cup of tea?” Lupin said, looking around for his kettle. “I was just thinking of making one.”
”All right,” said Harry awkwardly.
Lupin tapped the kettle with his wand and a blast of steam issued suddenly from the spout.
”Sit down,” said Lupin, taking the lid off a dusty tin. “I’ve only got teabags, I’m afraid — but I daresay you’ve had enough of tea leaves?”
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter Eight
the goal is to love myself so much it offends other people
It’s changing out there. Just like last time. There’s a storm coming, Harry. And we all best be ready when she does.
Imagine if we lived in a world where you could see the exact date when everyone is going to die except for yourself
And then one day people start acting nice to you. Like, really nice.
Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).