Imagine baby werewolves for a second
Like little babies able to turn into little tiny werewolves
And they act like puppies instead of vicious monsters that eat anything that moves
Little balls of fluff squeak-howling at the moon and play fighting with teddy bears and each other and just. LICKING. EVERY. MOVING. THING.
IMAGINE BABY WEREWOLVES
Can you imagine Emma TL kissing Hook to wake him up from a sleeping curse
And the [woosh] happens
And he doesn’t open his eyes
And Emma stares at him in disbelief and pain and possibly growing panic
And then that fucker says “I’m not sure it worked, try again love.”
steve’s whole life philosophy is basically “on va voir” tbh
"Steve, don’t you join the army, you’ll get yourself killed." "We’ll see."
"You can’t single-handedly raid a Nazi base—your friend’s probably dead." "We’ll see."
"Probably best not to drop your shield," common sense whispers, "Bucky’ll probably kill you—" "WE’LL SEE."