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deathsangelisntdead:

             She’d be outright LYING if she didn’t take slight amusement              at catching him off guard — which was only apparent by the              slight raise of her eyebrows. But she said nothing, only              waiting for HIM to ask the questions he was dying to know.

             Az would also be lying if she said she didn’t h e s i t a t e .

             “In a way — YES.

                                           But I don’t think you wanna get into a debate              about the repercussions of TRYING to change history.”

                                         —— Because THAT wasn’t foreboding at all.

                   He noted her HESITATION — how serious the angel seemed                    when speaking of this matter. That was when he shed all traces                    of mock amusement and steeled his gaze because even if things                    could be changed — he wouldn’t do that. 

                   Not with so much on the line. His story led him back to Steve and                    the ocean of blood in his wake was the price. 

                                                       ( — ONE HE WAS WILLING TO PAY — )

                   All those lives, all those accidents  — he could take them back,                    at the price of HIM. Even if he could, he wasn’t strong enough.

                   “I think I’m familiar enough with the repercussions of trying to                       change HISTORY, Azrael. — Remember, I’m ONE of ‘em.”

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hesparks:

So, this part is usually skimmed over because people just want to get to the urls and junk, but after the last couple of weeks I have had (like, month from absolute 9th circle of Hell kind of month), I’m just still astounded that I have friends who care about me and I’m so incredibly grateful for the love and support I have been given. You guys are seriously the true rockstars and I appreciate the ever living fuck out of you all.

This is true to every single follower that makes up this ridiculous number. Following me, well, I’m not going to lie to you, it puts a target on you, too. Every person who follows me is just amazing in their own right, and keep doing what you’re doing, whether you just started, or you have been doing it for longer than me (which, let’s be honest, we’re not old, we’re aged like fine af wine. Like, we navigated through good sites and horror shows like MSN groups, Livejournal, MUD, etc… And no young whipper snappers *pops dentures in* are making us gtfo.)

So, to sum this up. Keep being awesome. Don’t forget you’re awesome. And keep being amazing at what you do. And thanks for being here. I really, truly and from the deepest depths of my questionably still beating heart.

And now, just for a … hopefully brief … follow forever… thing

This took me like 4 days to compile, so if I missed anyone, I am so sorry feel free to come yell “I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL” at me or something. XD I also probably forgot your other blogs that I follow too, so please don’t be offended, I love you.

Following you into Hell with only mild complaining tbh.

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Twinsies section, because beautiful people.

electromagnetiism / fugiitiive / thiishuman  etc etc; electriicboots; ofshocking; nopunintented; shxckingblue; skyesthxlimit

duxllator​, imaginativeideas​ / heromaterial​; digashallowgrave​ (because other twinsies with super powers is just as grand.)

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[ out of missions; ]

It’s been a terrible, awful, no good week. I’m going to take tonight and attempt to stabilize, but hopefully, I’ll feel OKAY enough to actually catch up with replies tomorrow. Until then, my friends.

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teleknetic:

“You know I’ll be the last person to judge you.”                     Her hand gently rested on his in the small space between them.                     In this instance, she was at a real loss for words, not knowing                     how to efficiently comfort him.                                                                   “You know who you are. And only you                                                                     can define that.”

            “But you can SEE it, can’t you — ?” 

                            By force of will alone was he able to avoid a violent response                             to her touch. All the same, his body still tensed at the contact.                             He kept his gaze trained anywhere but on her. She’s seen him                             cruel & uncaring before — suppression cuff around her wrist,                             but not BROKEN. 

                                        Never broken. Worse is he KNEW she could see it all.

                                                         “The overlap. It was ME, even when it wasn’t.                                                                                        So you know that’s not true.”

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scarredbyxhellfire:

It was as if Dean could sense Bucky hadn’t gotten the joke. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t joke about Nazis to a World War II veteran. That being said,  the hunter probably was at fault here but, clearly, he wasn’t going to blame himself. Instead, he decided to do a little bit of digging.

      “Quick question–

                                       – Does the name Harrison Ford mean                                            anything to you? Anything at all?”

This was important to Dean, so before anyone did any investigating for their case, he had to make sure Bucky was understanding his Raiders of the Lost Ark jokes.

                   At this point, the former sergeant was completely THROWN by                    Dean’s line of questioning. No number of years of training could                    have prepared him for dealing with this hunter. This man proved                    to be stubborn, snarky, predictable, and simultaneously volatile.                    Maybe it was about time he saw a therapist about this pattern in                    choice of FRIENDS.

                   Given the Winchester’s previous behavior, Bucky was almost                    certain whoever this Harrison Ford character was had nothing                    to do with their case. He dropped the act anyway, because he                    had the feeling that this man, HARRISON FORD, was important                    to the hunter. Considering he probably waxed poetic about Steve                    and the Commandos enough to drive any sane human mad, he                    figured letting Dean have this ONE couldn’t hurt that much.

                   “Harrison Ford –– huh? It’s NOT ringing any bells.                                                                                 Is he famous OR something?”

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deathsangelisntdead:

                                       The grin barely phases her. Unlike him, Az is used                                        to the gesture, whether it be her own, or that of                                        someone else.

             “As a matter of FACT, I have. I was rather…                involved in the 20s.”

                          The admission is followed be just the GHOST of a                           smirk on her part. It’s gone the next instant, replaced                           by a slight eye-roll that could be considered                           headache inducing were in on a human.

                                       “— What about it?”

                    FURTHER commentary about what an Angel of the Lord                     might have been doing in Brooklyn during the nineteen                     twenties DIED in his throat with Az’s ambiguous answer                     to his question about time travel. 

                   He’d wager jumping to his own defense before knowing if                    it was possible probably gave off the WRONG impression                    and wouldn’t earn him any favor. 

                                                      Unsurprisingly, that didn’t STOP him.

                    “Don’t worry, I got NO PLANS on asking for any miracles.                      What’s done is done and all that.

                                                                              Just — Is it POSSIBLE?”

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brokentoofar:

“What else would sound like SHIELD?” she asked, starting to put away files in the newly placed cabinets. At his words she automatically checked if her hair covered her neck. A reflex action, gained at the entrance of SHIELD. “Uh yeah. But they said if I gave them everything I knew and swore loyalty they’d let it slide. Management is a lot better than their workers.” Leo kept her back to the other as she continued filing.

“PROTECTION, actually —  if you can believe it.” James was too good at his job to not notice the almost reflex response to his question. He would have reacted the same, if his scars — the physical ones, at least — weren’t so simple to cover. All the same, he doesn’t comment. 

Her back was turned to him, almost as if she were attempting to dismiss him, seeing as the cabinets were in place now. Then again, James entered the room under the pretense of not being able to stay out of others’ business so he definitely wasn’t walking away now. “They’re not all bad — just scared. Everyone lost someone to HYDRA and sometimes  — people lost THEMSELVES too.”

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scarredbyxhellfire:

      “ – You still got that fake ID I made you?”

Dean would need to see a body and get into a crime scene if he was going to figure this one out. Sure, there was only one victim–for now–but a guy’s face melting off wasn’t normal in the least. IN short, it was their kind of job. So Dean was ready to play dress-up as FBI. Breaking a few rules for the good of the many wasn’t completely bad, after all.

But, even if someone wads dead and more people were proably gonna die, he couldn’t help but joke –

      “Hey–how much you wanna bet this guy was a Nazi?”

              Bucky very NEARLY choked on nothing when Dean mentioned               that the guy whose face melted off could be a Nazi  — just when               he was trying to get the image of Schmidt out of his mind. Bucky               kept his composure, though, considering he just so happened to               to be product of similar elitist thinking and answered the hunter.

                                             “Yeah  –– I still got it.” 

             When he did realize the cadence of Dean’s mention of Nazis was              indicative of a JOKE, Bucky was pretty sure his belated response              would give the impression that he hadn’t exactly understood what              the other man was getting at. Fortunately, he could play ignorant.

                “Ya know, I’m pretty sure most of ‘em died out in the FORTIES.”

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brokentoofar:

“They like to leave me with all the chores. Which I don’t mind in the slightest, gives me something to do. Except for the fact these things almost weigh as much as I do.” She chuckled, jumping down to the floor. “No need, really. I’m just glad I could get the help. It’s a little hard to work when everything is hidden around filing cabinets.”

“Sounds like a SHIELD agent to me — .” James replied as he continued sorting the cabinets to better suit a working environment. After hearing more of her condition, though, the smirk was completely erased from his features. The chores — the grunt work — was only placed on one type of SHIELD operative, so he was pretty sure he knew what he was dealing with. Unfortunately, he seemed to have left his tact at the door. “So, you were HYDRA?”

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“I used to pretend that I felt okay.”

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts. — Accepting!

               “You might not believe this — but I get THAT. 

                                         In fact, I got a best pal who hasn’t realized he’s                                         still doing it. Sometimes, I think he wishes I did.”

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drahgons:

requested by → tonyistark

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scarredbyxhellfire:

Dean rolled his eyes at Bucky’s response back, before he lifted a hand to rub the sleep from them. If there was a hunt, then Dean had a job to do, and he couldn’t be sleeping on the job, so he had to hope this would go well.

Looking at the laptop, he murmured the headline to himself – 

      “Man found dead in home, face melted off…”

His brow furrowed into an expression of confusion ahe thoughta bout the kind of things that could cause this.

      “What, did he find the Ark of the        Covenant or somethin’?”

               “Well, that is one way to interpret the WRATH of God — .”

               Well, at least, Dean’s initial response wasn’t like his own                had been. All he had been able to think of when he came                 across the headline was Johann Schmidt and that sinking                feeling he got all those years ago when the HYDRA officer                tore the synthetic flesh from his face, revealing a dark red                and deformed mirror of what he’d become underneath. 

                                Red Skull was a MONSTER.                                                                     ( So was he. )

               For he, TOO, had a bastardized version of the super soldier                serum running through his veins. Science had come a long                way since the 1940s, though  — but Bucky knew he would                have to see the body to be sure. 

                                   A monster of the week would be always be a welcome                                    alternative to running into a rogue HYDRA operation.

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deathsangelisntdead:

                          She’s about two seconds away from slapping him.                           But she manages to hold herself back, crossing her                           arms in front of her chest and scowling instead.

             “No, not really. So I really hope you can deal with                MAYBE, ‘cause frankly that’s all you’re getting                and it’s all you deserve for being such an ass                about it.”

                   It was INSTINCT —  instinct that was very likely                    to get him in trouble —  the muscle memory that                    causes his lips to curl into a grin at her response.

                                              “Ever visit Brooklyn in the 20s or 30s, Azrael?                                                I think knew a guy you’d get along with — . 

                                               Which actually brings me to another good question.                                                                                   TIME TRAVEL?”

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“Everyone ends up alone.” “Stay close to me.” “We need to get away.” “This is all for you.” "How could you be so heartless?” “There’s gotta be another way out.” “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” “Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” "You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” "We both know how this ends.” “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” “I’m a mess.” “At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” "I’ll look after you.” “I wasn’t looking for this.” “Here’s my number.” “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” “You see?” “Come on let’s go and play!” “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” “You make me crazy from happiness.” “You’re my prince from the fairy tale.” “Where do I go if you leave?” “I was afraid you don’t care about me.” “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” “We need to talk.” “Where did I go wrong?” “I lost a friend.” “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” “I can do it!” “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” “We only have each other."  “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” "We are meant to be.”

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

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brokentoofar:

“Yeah. They’re empty so they shouldn’t be that heavy. It’s just that there’s a bunch of them.” Leo climbed on top of one and walked over them to reach the front of the room. “Thanks a lot.”

James felt the edge of a smirk pull at his features at the display as he moved to relocate one of the many  filing cabinets against the appointed wall. 

               “You know, I can see why NO ONE stuck around                  to help you get these into place — . 

        Someone who’s just managed to effortlessly         walk across EMPTY file cabinets can, without         a doubt, take care of themselves.

                                       I really should be thanking you for making me                                         feel like I am not entirely useless around here.”

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scarredbyxhellfire:

      “I’m not a hero, Buck. I’m a hunter.

                                           – There’s a difference.”

Well…to Dean there was. Then again, he was pretty sure that the first thing heroes did when they woke up wasn’t reach for the half-empty beer bottle on the nightstand–which was what Dean was doing right this second. He lifted it to his lips, tasting the stale, lukewarm alcohol. Not ideal, but beer was beer.

      “So do we actually have a case or did        you wake me up just to be mean?”

               “And I’m Gandhi –– . Listen, Sam might let you get                 away with that shit, Winchester. But I’m not him. 

               ‘Sides, it’s too early for self-loathing. Our itinerary                 for the day puts that at AFTER we kill the son of a                 bitch that’s giving us this headline.” 

              Bucky turns a laptop on a nearby table in the hunter’s               direction. He was a novice at this whole hunting thing,               but something about this article he stumbled upon just               seemed off. After all, he was a ninety-plus year old                retired assassin. If anyone knew when something was               not normal, he figured it would be him.

                                                            “This IS something, right?”