Being Ted's little sister
Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago and even though I probably won't write any HIMYM stuff in the near future, I don't wanna let this headcanons go to waste... So enjoy!
He's always very considerate, thoughtful and understanding. Though he does crack a lot of jokes when you're trying to tell him a story, he knows his limits.
He gives the best advice... Not in fashion, though.
He definitely has a soft spot for you
He never lets you near Barney. Never.
Definitely gives you his jacket when it's cold which you found very odd because he never does that before
If you're having a bad day or if there's something going on with you, he'll know before anyone else notices
And if you are having a bad day, he usually takes you out to your favorite place (either a restaurant or a bar) to cheer you up
You can't wrap your head around the fact that you both used to scream at each other’s faces when you both were teenagers, but now you guys are so caring for each other
Even Marshall and Lily were very confused about how calm and loving you both are now, compared to a few years ago when you guys are still in college
But you both still roast each other very often
If a guy ever breaks your heart, he's not afraid to throw hands (with the help of Marshall, of course)
When you're feeling gloomy or needed a shoulder to cry on, Ted would be the first person to come to mind. Same thing goes to him.
You never realized after all those years, he actually gives you the best hugs. It's always comforting to you.
The presence of him always seems calming to you. It's like you know he can protect you, and he always will.
When it comes to you, he's never hesitant to apologize first
He's the first person to show up when you're sick
Even though you both used to fight and argue a lot when you were younger, now you both realized how important and how you both love each other so much
Since the only Mosby living in New York are you and Ted, he has become the person you trust most
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at seventeen, I don't think I ever thought about the future in a way that then seemed so distant, a future that in my vision did not exist — ten years later, me at twenty seven.
had I thought about it then, I don't have much clue now as to what I would have pictured. but would it be this:
three days after turning twenty seven listening to the scientist by Coldplay, fetching out my hardbound gold and black edition of looking for alaska by john green on a Saturday evening. wearing a bottle green cropped hoodie, hair in a messy bun, clutching the book to my chest, crying as random snippets of being in high school having such an innocent and unsullied idea of the world and the people in it flash in my head.
grieving. isn't that what this is? life is a labyrinth of suffering — I had read it back at 17 and I didn't realize this in its true essence. so I guess this is me grieving my loss of innocence.
but it's not all so sad and tragic. the answer to how do we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering is not one I yet have but I'm finding moments that have begun to answer it nonetheless.
friday game nights with new friends, post dinner walks where we talk about the films we love and the books that found a place in our hearts and stayed. why else do I come back home on Saturday and go through my book collection to pick this particular book that I haven't touched in a decade?
I used to always get mad at people when they hated on the sitcom how I met your mother's ending because they missed the point — it was never quite about the mother but who Ted had to become in order to meet her. and just in that fashion have I not missed the point of all the books and TV shows and movies I've ever loved:
the point of love and friendship is not to protect you like some guardian angel though often it can have that effect. nor is the point to fulfil you though they are integral in contentment and satisfaction overall. the point of friends and lovers is not to preserve your sanity when it is racing to its death like a burning cigarette though it can many times help.
I do not know what the point is, if I'm being honest. but I know that the point of this life of mine is to be a friend and lover to myself. how? maybe I need to reread my favourite books again to come closer to that answer. maybe I need to face the truth more bravely. at twenty seven, I'm sure I've mustered that much courage, perspective, and compassion for myself.
as I light my favourite candles and end my birthday week, I know this — the seventeen year old me did well, the twenty seven year old me will do better, and the thirty seven year old me will do even more fantastically.
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“i love everything about her. and i'm not a guy who says that lightly. i'm a guy who has faked love his entire life. i thought love was just something idiots thought they felt. but this women has a hold on my heart that i could not break if i wanted to. and there has been times that i wanted to. it has been overwhelming, and humbling and even painful at times. but i could not stop loving her anymore than i could stop breathing. i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her. more than she knows”
barney stinson the man that you are
how i met your mother s8x6
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list of my favourite otps → [11/∞] barney stinson & robin scherbatsky
I love everything about her, and I'm not a guy who says that lightly. I am a guy who has faked love his entire life. I thought love was just something idiots thought they felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted too. And there have been times that I wanted to. It has been overwhelming, and humbling, and even painful, at times. But I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her. More than she knows.
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“Kids, I won’t lie, that was a long weekend. More ups and downs that I can count. It was a twisting, turning road that led to the end of the aisle, and not everything along the way was perfect.
To be honest, not everything to follow would be perfect either. But what is? Here’s the secret, kids: none of us can bow to be perfect. In the end, all we can do is promise to love each other with everything we’ve got.
Because love’s the best thing we do. And on that lovely spring evening, that’s exactly what Barney and Robin vowed to each other.
And it was legendary.”
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