Of Crimson Joy (via accioknickers)
The first time she used his first name was no momentous occasion. They were in the kitchen. She and Pansy had been bantering about the ‘Most Shaggable Quidditch Player.’ (Krum had won out, being the only one either of them had actually gotten to see up close.) Pansy had said something about craving chocolate and Granger - the sneaky little bitch - apparently had her own secret stash, hidden at the back of the larder. She’d moved to get it and, when she’d reached the door, had half-turned to look at him, as if only then remembering his presence.
"Draco, do you want some?"
His pause lasted barely a fifth of a second. Granger didn’t seem to notice, her bushy head already disappearing into the cupboard, in search of chocolate treasure. But Pansy shot him a knowing smirk, one eyebrow arching like a question. He ignored her, moving to the kettle in an attempt to escape her smug smirk.
He decided that he liked the way she said his name. It sounded crisper on her tongue, without the drawl of a Slytherin, or the distaste of those who used it like an insult. There was no hidden agenda behind it. No power game. She said it simply because that was his name. And he liked that.
It frightened him that he liked that. He spent the next three weeks avoiding her.
You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.
-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Micheals (x)
Anthony Mackie being so excited to be a superhero is literally the best thing ever.
I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.
Okay I’m not even a Star Trek fan but that’s beautiful.