askdascout:

"Been hearing a lot about people getting engaged lately…"

"Is too bad none of it involves you!"

Oops.


anemone-gale-deactivated2014041
"Oh its nothing. Just be prepared to have your fur shaved off to keep him warm. I think he would look nice in a new fur coat along with a pair of mittens," she teased laughing as the image of Stanislave as a big, poofy bear crossed her mind.


"I’m going to eat you first." He replies bluntly.

where are you people coming from))



"For some reason nothing negative comes to mind."



"So many jokes to make about, so little time."


anemone-gale-deactivated2014041
"Don't bother explaining. I don't even want to know. Oh well, at least Karl will have new bear muffs...heh."


"Vhat?"


voodoosnipes
"Stanislav? I...want to apologize for....what happened. Sergej is generally not like that." The Sniper said, looking genuinely worried.


"It is alright, is normal reaction to me. I’ll make sure to send my bear penis pictures soon."

these are the cutest omg please


  • redbean ice cream: ideal partner
  • greenbean popsicle: smth im jealous of
  • mochi ice cream: what i look for in a friend
  • banana popsicles: 1 memory i have of you
  • mango ice cream: a tumblr ship
  • strawberri froyo: top 3 insecurites
  • mint choco froyo: 3 things im proud of
  • cookies and cream froyo: 3 things you can do to make me automatically like you
  • vanilla: how i found your blog
  • orange ice cream: something ive always wanted to tell you
  • green tea ice cream: a blog that reminds me of yours
  • jasmine tea: an unpopular opinion that i have
  • orange tea: a secret that i've kept
  • oolong tea: my first love
  • strawberry tea: favourite outfit
  • milk tea: current fashion obsession
  • bubble tea: fashion pet peeve
  • strawberry iced tea: your best feature

anemone-gale-deactivated2014041
"What madness possessed you to bait Sergej? Did you...wish to become a bear like him?"


"Nyet, I vanted to make fun of bear sex." He looked down at her. "I vould explain but you are too young."

Cello.


dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

The poor thing had been so neglected for so long, dust covering its battered case and sitting behind some empty crates. Stanislav had nearly forgotten he knew how to play the damn thing; a skill required and upheld by his old medic. He could only wonder where the German was, but he simply brushed off the worry as he dragged the cello case out of the old storage room and into the recreational area. 

After having set up the old thing, tuning the instrument and giving a few careful plucks, he let the cello rest back against his chest. He ran the bow along the strings experimentally, grinning to himself at the smooth, rich sound. 

He’d come by to pay his friend a visit. He rather enjoyed the Spy’s company and it seemed to be mutual. Besides, even though he wasn’t living totally alone anymore, Karl wanted to make sure Stanislav had a little companionship. If he found Karl’s favorable, all the better.

Spying the instrument he’s tinkering with, Karl is about to comment when the note is played- and by force of habit, he falls into a ready position. If Stanislav plays, he’ll dance. It’s always better to perform for an audience, anyway.

The Russian perked up some at the sound of the other coming into the room, and at the sight of the other’s odd position, he could not help but smile. Well, now was the perfect chance to see if he really was a dancer. The Russian gave a soft hum to himself as he mulled over what to play, and after a moment, he gave a faint nod and began running his bow along the strings once more. 

 

And giving himself a moment to feel the song out, Karl surrenders himself to it, letting it move him like a breeze to a leaf. Every note has a movement or leads into one, the sound comes into him and comes out in the form of dance.

And as he dances, it’s as if all the weight on his shoulders slides off and gives way to wings to bear him aloft. The look on Karl’s face is almost enraptured. For the moment he was thirty years younger again, unburdened by anything at all.

Watching the other dance was entrancing, he could barely continue to keep up with the rhythm the sight was so distracting. Oh what he would give to get to see this on a regular basis, those slim legs moving about so gracefully, that look of pure joy on the other’s face. Why was life so cruel to him that he would never be able to bed someone so uniquely wonderful as the medic. 

He realized he had stopped playing after a minute or so. Stanislav perked up from where his bow lay on the ground, and he looked at it before turning back up to look at the German, simply clamming up.

Cello.


dancing-death:

remarkablerussian:

The poor thing had been so neglected for so long, dust covering its battered case and sitting behind some empty crates. Stanislav had nearly forgotten he knew how to play the damn thing; a skill required and upheld by his old medic. He could only wonder where the German was, but he simply brushed off the worry as he dragged the cello case out of the old storage room and into the recreational area. 

After having set up the old thing, tuning the instrument and giving a few careful plucks, he let the cello rest back against his chest. He ran the bow along the strings experimentally, grinning to himself at the smooth, rich sound. 

He’d come by to pay his friend a visit. He rather enjoyed the Spy’s company and it seemed to be mutual. Besides, even though he wasn’t living totally alone anymore, Karl wanted to make sure Stanislav had a little companionship. If he found Karl’s favorable, all the better.

Spying the instrument he’s tinkering with, Karl is about to comment when the note is played- and by force of habit, he falls into a ready position. If Stanislav plays, he’ll dance. It’s always better to perform for an audience, anyway.

The Russian perked up some at the sound of the other coming into the room, and at the sight of the other’s odd position, he could not help but smile. Well, now was the perfect chance to see if he really was a dancer. The Russian gave a soft hum to himself as he mulled over what to play, and after a moment, he gave a faint nod and began running his bow along the strings once more. 

 


tf2chef



"I wonder how many kitchen jokes I can make."



"What a lovely nurse, perhaps I should get hurt to get him to come by more often. I wonder how he feels about frotting."

freckledcaribousoldier:

Caribou and Reindeer are fucking different

Reindeer are slower and fatter and Caribou are taller, slimmer and faster

Caribou is just a nickname so don’t even go there.

"Nyet, you’re Reindeer from now on."

"Ees perfect for you! Fat, hairy beast vith long face!"