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Kissing Starters!

Send me a symbol for your muse to kiss mine:

❥: Our muses first kiss

“Lot of high rollers here, make sure you maintain focus, Romanoff. We only get one shot at this.” He then steps away from her to grab their champagne flutes for some absurd toasting. They were notified of it when they stepped through the grand doors and arrived at this Gala. Instead, when he sees another man try to come up and introduce himself to her, and a couple others who’s eyes are staring at her so hard it makes his skin crawl, he slips the maestro a very charitable tip produced from the breast pocket of his suit. When he eases his way back through the other guests, he breaks the barrier of her personal space, an arm sliding around her and splaying across her back while the other tilts her chin up toward his, so that he can claim her lips in passionate kiss, licking his way past her lips as he delves into her mouth. He’s selling it one hundred percent, and then an announcement is made for ‘Mr. VanWessen would like to dedicate this request to his wife’, and he knows it doesn’t go unnoticed by Nat that that’s their cover surname. “I’ve got an idea,” he says as he adjusts to a dancing stance. With all the eyes on Romanoff, they’ll never get to the General’s office safe to retrieve what they came here for, so he’s going to make them so overt that they become covert. Once all those pathetic men realize she’s spoken for, they can go back to blending in with the rest of the sea of guests. 

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How can a man be so brave and so stupid, so gentle and so cruel, so warming and so detestable – all at the same time?

James Clavell (via quotemadness)

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Kissing Starters!

Send me a symbol for your muse to kiss mine:

❥:Our muses first kiss

☂:In the rain

☻:Good morning

☹:Goodbye

☠:While in danger

☏:On the phone

♫:At a concert

☯:To make someone jealous

❅:Under the Mistletoe

→:On the Cheek

↡Desperately

✘:For the last time

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Sum my muse up as a news article title

Example: “Local man gets what he deserves”, “Local man fucks everything up.”, etc etc. Bonus points if you make the mun laugh.

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Harsh words sentence starters || Send one for my muse’s reaction

[[SEND “You don’t mean that” FOR ME TO PICK ONE FOR MY MUSE TO SAY TO YOURS]]

 "You’re embarrassing!“ "You act like a fucking child.”  "Sometimes I can’t remember why I ever loved you in the first place.“  "What did I tell you about trying to hold my hand in public?”  "I don’t want people to know that I’m dating you!“  "You’re pathetic…”  "You make me sad. Just looking at you…“  "I can’t be around you anymore.”  "You’re not worth it.“  "You’re nothing. Not to me. Not to anyone.”  "Stop looking at me like that…like you’re expecting me to care. You should know better by now.“ "You’re useless.”  "Loving you was the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done.“  "Pretending to love you was excruciating.”  "You thought I could really love someone like you?“  "I’m just…getting tired of you.”  "I have to get out. You’re ruining my life.“  "I used to dream about you but now you’re the star of my nightmares.”  "You’re a disappointment.“  "I tried to love you..I really did.”  "You’ll never be anything to me.“  "I wished you realized how much I’ve grown to loathe you.”  "You’re so ignorant.“  "You look ridiculous!”  "I’m not going out with you in public looking like that.”  "Every one makes fun of you.“  "You make me look bad.”  "You’re a waste of time.“ "I’m not yours anymore!”  "It’s not [her/him]! It’s anyone! I could love anyone more than I love you.“  "You don’t deserve me.”

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TAGGED BY: @readyforyours

RULES : answer the questions in a new post and tag some blogs you wanna get to know better !

A  -  AGE : 23 B  -  BIRTHPLACE : Michigan C  -  CURRENT  TIME :   8:19PM D  -  DRINK  YOU  HAD  LAST : Monster Energy Drink- Pipeline Punch E  -  EASIEST  PERSON  TO  TALK  TO : @scvietassassin F  -  FAVORITE  SONG :  right now? Fear and delight by the Correspondents G  -  GROSSEST  MEMORY : seeing multiple people vomit at a party H  -  HORROR  YES  OR  HORROR  NO :  Yes. I  -  IN  LOVE ? :  No J  -  JEALOUS  OF  PEOPLE :  Not really. I don’t get that attached to anyone to be jealous. K  -  KILLED  SOMEONE :  No L  -  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  OR  SHOULD  I   WALK  BACK  BY  AGAIN ? : Walk back by again M  -  MIDDLE  NAME:  Anthony N  -  NUMBER  OF  SIBLINGS :  2 O  -  ONE  WISH :  Move some place warm P  -  PERSON  YOU  CALLED  LAST : My brother Q  -  QUESTION  YOU’RE  ALWAYS  ASKED : can you come in on your day off? R  -  REASON  TO  SMILE :  My Dungeons and Dragons friends & Critical Role S  -  SONG  YOU  SANG  LAST : Sound of Drums by Chameleon Circuit T  -  TOP  3  FICTIONAL  CHARACTERS : Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Blondie (Clint Eastwood’s character from the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly) U  -  UNDERWEAR  COLOR : Navy V  -  VACATION : Mexico W  -  WHEN’S  YOUR  BIRTHDAY : June 18 X  -  XRAYS :  Yes, my left wrist and arm Y  -  YOUR  FAVORITE  FOOD :  homemade Spaghetti Z  -  ZODIAC  SIGN : Gemini

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yeah so I don’t know why I’m still up and trying to fuck with codes and research and doing way too much at once, but hey I made a Jack Rollins blog. If you want more of the trash that happens here you can go there, too. 

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SHIELD my eyes from your ridiculous face 4/∞

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yeah so I don’t know why I’m still up and trying to fuck with codes and research and doing way too much at once, but hey I made a Jack Rollins blog. If you want more of the trash that happens here you can go there, too. 

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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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So I have a bunch of things to get done, but work really sucks all the time so it's gonna take a while, but I haven't forgotten.

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♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

It's movie night on the bus and they all come out of their quarters. They only get a few in before everyone starts falling out, leaving to get up and go to sleep in their bunks. That's when Grant and Jemma are the last present, still in their same spots, but where he was once flanked by Skye and she was flanked by Fitz, is only empty space. At some point during the middle of the film Jemma falls out and slumps against his shoulder, warming him to the point of comfort. His arms are folded and he can only keep his eyes open in small stretches before they finally fall shut. They wake up the next morning with half of the crew staring at them like they've undergone a mutation.

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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@scvietassassin @hydradaddy

                                                    i’m not afraid of「d y i n g」                                                  so long as it’s a beautiful death                                              so long as i protect the people i love                                                     i’m not afraid of「d y i n g」                                                           if it keeps you alive

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@scvietassassin from HERE

He hasn’t moved an inch or even stirred since she climbed out of bed. Being with Nat through the rollercoaster of shit they’ve endured on both missions and just life has instilled trust he didn’t know he was still capable of. There’s a peace he has when he’s with her that he’s never really known in life up to now, and it shows with how soundly he sleeps. Grant knows it’s Christmas, knows he has nowhere to be this year because it arranged it that way. No undercover mission halfway around the world. He wants to help normalize holidays for Nat, he wants to just be here with her and burn up whatever time off they have, together. 

It’s only when she brings him coffee does he stir and sit up to take a sip before setting it aside and attempting to pull her back in bed. She thwarts his plans however, and he ends up dragging himself out of bed only to be herded downstairs to the tree. It really does look like a sight for sore eyes, like he could try and forget all the horrible Christmases he went through as a kid just because he gets one great one with Nat, and all he really needs is her. When he’s directed to the crate under the tree with a bow he looks a little confused, turning back to see her in the doorway and wondering what it could be. She’s giving him space, and for a moment he doesn’t know why until he kneels down and peers into the crate, one hand gripping tightly to the side of the crate and the other grasping a handful of his pant leg. He’s trying desperately to keep his emotions in check, but after remembering to breathe he almost hesitantly reaches into the crate to lift out the small chocolate lab and cradle him to his chest, staring down at him in disbelief. 

“He- He’s mine?” Ward’s voice has never sounded more choked up or vulnerable. He’s got tears in his eyes that fall silently, shoulders slumping as he pets the small pup and hugs him a little closer, receiving licks to his face and laughing soft and breathlessly before he sniffles. He’s at a loss for words and he doesn’t know exactly what to say to convey his gratitude, but he knows that Nat listens to him, that she genuinely seems to care about his problems and his troubled past. “Nat I...Thank you. This means so much to me, I can’t even tell you how grateful I am.” His present seems to pale in comparison to hers. He’d bought a new safehouse, well had one custom built, complete with a hidden armory carefully distributed through the entirety of it. With his free hand he hands her the box that has a picture frame of the new place with the keys inside as well as a burner phone with pictures of the interior and the hidden weapons.

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prplhawk:

“I know I am the least powerful Avenger. But I still can deal with you on my own.”

“That’s wishful thinking on your part, sweetheart. Keep dreaming though.”

“Are you threatening me?”

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“I didn’t even started yet. So do I get a sandwich now or do I have to go and get it myself?”