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flylikefalcon‌:

[ text // alli 💰🍷 ]: i’m sure [ text // alli 💰🍷 ]: i r e a l l y like them

[ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: uuuuhh idk what advice 2 give u there [ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: pine after them for most of your adult life and hope for the best

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flylikefalcon‌:

[ text // alli 💰🍷 ]: i really really like these two people [ text // alli 💰🍷 ]: but i have no idea if they like me. or would even be interested?

[ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: oof [ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: ok lets be practical here [ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: so ur like,,,,, [ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: sure u wanna pursue this? [ text // there’s no falcon emoji 🦅 ]: its not just a crush or anything?

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mcnstcrinside‌:

the look he gives her is gentle, grateful once she sits down. He doesn’t bother to argue, saying she is certainly not fine, that it was so obvious to him that there were things piled up inside that needed to come out. He resists the urge to baby her, though to him she is still a child that he wants to protect, in reality he knows she is far from a child anymore. She’s a very real adult, that made a very real mistake, and that was never the easiest thing to deal with. “You’re doing well, you know. I’m proud of you,” and though it’s a gentle statement, there is a firmness to it, one that comes with dealing with recovery and relapse more than anyone would care to. Bruce knew after years of study ( and perhaps after a few times cleaning up Tony as well ) that they were dealing with a sickness. he continued, not making solid consistent eye contact as they ate, though still getting a feel for how to handle this with her, “I’m… not sure if you want to hear that, so I won’t go there if you don’t want me to, but I am, Alli.” 

all it takes is four little words and she crumbles completely, letting go of her fork to attempt to push back the uninvited tears that so rudely demanded to join their conversation. she’s not sure what it is about “ i’m proud of you ” that gets her; it’s a phrase she’s certainly heard before. all her life, she’s strived for the approval of her parents, and every parental figure she’s collected along the way. and she’s succeeded in getting it. his words are like the needled that pop the delicate bubble of emotion that’s been growing since she missed the bar exam. she’s kept it locked inside her chest, behind her ribs, but it grew far too big for her body and now all that emotion was spilling around them. ❝ no, it’s ok. ❞ her voice is so much smaller than it usually is, so much softer. it’s possible that his words affect her so much because it’s the first time she hears them and feels like she doesn’t deserve them. she feels unworthy of his kindness when she looks at herself in the mirror and can only see failure. ❝ thanks...for that. ❞ a wry laugh escapes her lips. ❝ you shouldn’t be, but thanks. ❞

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ofstcrk‌:

leo shrugs, palms up and everything. “hey, it worked when rebekah zeggers broke my heart in eighth grade.” of course he had been ten and chocolate could fix anything. yes, he was joking. “so, is that a no?” he questioned, holding the expensive box of chocolate in front of him. 

❝ rebekah was a bitch who never deserved you in the first place, ❞ she reminds him, index finger pointed at his chest, just like she’s done every time that name was mentioned for the past seven years. she looks at the chocolate and sighs, giving up. the argument was futile when she knows where it’s going anyway. ❝ c’mon, ❞ she invites him with a wave, before patting down the spot next to her on her bed. ❝ sit. ❞

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blcodxs-thicker‌:

He nodded again before giving a soft response. “Fair enough.” Instead of trying to apologize again, he was silent as she continued to talk. Despite the seriousness of what they were talking about, he couldn’t help gently smiling at her. It hadn’t been an easy year, but somehow in the mess of everything they had finally been able to get to a place where they could lay here and talk like this. He shifted slightly and placed his hand on her face, hoping to meet her eyes as he spoke. “I care about you so much, Alli. And I want this, you and me, for as long as possible so I’m going to be careful. Nothing’s going to happen to me.” It wasn’t something he could guarantee, not with everything that had happened in the last year. He knew that, but looking at her now it felt more possible.

she should’ve been miserable, considering everything that had happened, and continued happening in their crazy, hectic, messed up lives. with families like theirs, in a town like the one they lived in, nothing was guaranteed. so she was aware his words weren’t a promise he would always be able to keep, but they were enough. ❝ that’s all i want, ❞ she whispered back. she should’ve been miserable, but still, she smiled. ❝ i’ll do what i can to keep you safe, too. ❞ even if she didn’t know it at first, keeping kurt safe had been her goal since long before she acknowledged her feelings for him. ❝ and myself, i guess, ❞ that bit was slightly more difficult, surprisingly. ❝ you know i love you, right ? ❞ she tried to maintain a somewhat casual air, but couldn’t hide the weight of her words. ❝ i don’t know if i’ve ever said it, but you should know i do. ❞

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— we make a GOOD team.

ALLISON STARK as james barnes / ft. kurt rogers as steve rogers ( @blcodxs-thicker )

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flylikefalcon‌:

[ text // @girlcfiron @volatileforces @blcodxs-thicker]:  hey are you free? [ text // fab four skwad ]: i have goss. and need advice.

Stevie sent the text to each of their friends, hoping at least one would respond. They needed someone to tell about this.

[ text // fab four skwad ]: free as america on the 4th of july [ text // fab four skwad ]: spill

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shincbrightcr‌:

[ text → alli ]: thinking is 100% overrated [ text → alli ]: let’s go with option a) [ text → alli ]: yeah no problem I’ll be waiting [ text → alli ]: any particular terrible kind of food you want to eat or are we sticking to your traditional popcorn?

[ text → nadir ]: weird and mindless it is [ text → nadir ]: okok cool [ text → nadir ]: u kno i love popcorn, but im kinda feelin smth different [ text → nadir ]: we could make nachos??

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babycanary‌:

“i was surprised too, believe me. and it wasn’t, like, a passing resemblance. he looked like popeye had stepped right out of a tv screen - i felt like asking for an autograph, but y’know… wouldn’t have been appropriate.” or at least, that’s what she had been told way back when. popeye man ( as she so fondly referred to one of the first executives she had ever met with in the city of angels ) had been too HIGH UP for her to get away with such a joke, but god… she wished he hadn’t been. “oh, he totally did - but it wasn’t the butt chin that really painted the picture. halfway through our meeting, he pulled out an honest to god pipe and started smoking it like it was totally normal. i spent the rest of it trying not to LAUGH in his face.”

❝ oh come on, that can’t be real. ❞ ever the skeptic, alli waved dismissively, deeming the image too ridiculous to be true. ❝ there’s no way an adult man can do those things and not be aware of what he looks like. ❞ she tried her best to picture it, a little popeye man sitting across from her at a table at stark industries, and she couldn’t imagine a scenario where she ( or her father ), didn’t spend the whole meeting trying to come up with the most clever nickname or reference to throw at him. ❝ ok, but what about the tattoos ? if you tell me he had anchors tattooed on his arms i’m calling bullshit. wait, did you even see his arms ? ❞

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shincbrightcr‌:

[ text → alli ]: i mean either way i’m pretty sure i have both [ text → alli ]: when do you want to come by?

[ text → nadir ]: hhhmmmmm i think im feeling sotd more, i dont feel like thinking too much [ text → nadir ]: or maybe i should watch something that’s so confusing and convoluted i cant get distracted and think about the current flaming pile of trash my life has become [ text → nadir ]: im almost done grading some papers for steve, so 30 min ish?

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❝ there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. ❞ — @ofstcrk !!

her immediate reaction is a dry, humorless laugh. ❝ great joke, leo. ❞ so he wasn’t as jaded as the rest of them. yet. ❝ at least i hope you’re joking. cause you know that’s not true. please tell me you’re joking. ❞

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mcnstcrinside‌:

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“eat, alli,” it’s as close to admonishment he’s likely to get while she’s in the place she’s in, firm words for someone that needs to take care of themselves is all. he digs in anyway, purposefully laying out food on a plate for her, some overly-expensive italian restaurant in bruce’s eyes, but he stopped saying anything about that around his family a while ago now. he offers her a soft smile, gesturing at the chair, “sit and eat. you’re shaking. please.” his voice was gentle, and he marveled for a moment how different it was, taking care of his father and taking care of alli. bruce absolutely intended on keeping it this way

she has to resist protesting with words along the lines of “ do i really have to ? ” or “ i don’t wanna, ” wanting to preserve some of her dignity. she couldn’t reduce herself to a whiny kid. she sighs, giving bruce a look as she sits up and does as he says. truthfully, she’s thankful he’s around. so many of her friends and classmates had grown up with only one parent, or none at all, and here she was with four adults who were happy to claim them as her own. hell, five, if you counted steve. it made her feel even worse about fucking up so bad. but still, she was grateful. ❝ i’m fine. ❞ she doesn’t know why she even bothers lying, but the words are almost a reflex, a sort of shield against prodding questions. finally, she grabs the fork he set out for her and pokes the food, bringing a small bite to her mouth. ❝ thanks. ❞

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❛ he looked like Popeye the Sailor Man come to life. ❜ — @babycanary !!

❝ holy shit, people like that really exist ? ❞ she asked, eyes wide as she pictured what that would look like. ❝ did he have a butt chin ? please tell me he had a butt chin. ❞

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starspanglcdman‌:

the blow of allison’s mistake had hit steve harder than he thought it could. he’d never expected this fall from grace of her and his own disappointment was hard to hide even as she looks disappointed in herself. he can’t help the sigh that escapes him now, a weary noise. eyebrows knit close together, he speaks as he walks over, movement soft and almost casual. “how are you doing?”

the worst part was that he didn’t look angry. there was no yelling, no scolding. she would’ve preferred that to the sad, concerned, and almost pitying look as he sees her for the fuckup she really is. steve’s opinion mattered more than almost anyone else’s, and the weight of his disappointment fell on her the moment he stepped inside. ❝ not great. ❞ she couldn’t lie to him. she never had. omitted the truth, sure, a few times. but even then, steve was the person who knew her best, who’d seen her at her worst, but never as bad as this. ❝ but i’m dealing. ❞

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shincbrightcr‌:

text starter ask meme for @girlcfiron​

[ text ]: I think I’m going to retire and become a hermit. 

[ text → alli ]: way ahead of you [ text → alli ]: you want to talk about whatever’s going on or do you want me to come by with ice cream and a weird movie?

[ text → nadir ]: what kind of weird are we talking about, tree or life weird or shaun of the dead weird? [ text → nadir ]: either way, i‘m in