#knowseverythingaboutyou

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                            "YOUR GRANDFATHER SOUNDS LIKE AN EXCELLENT MAN," Steve feels the need to point out. Anyone who doesn't pay the full price for anything is an excellent person, in his opinion. (Everyone, Steve included, should be grateful he hasn't found out about couponing yet; his heart shaped by the Great Depression would absolutely love it, and his bathroom cabinet would end up with 300 instead of 3 packages of toothbrushes.) 

                            "And I'm not very fond of online shopping. I want to touch the stuff I'm getting. Maybe it's an old person thing, but it does come in handy when you wanna buy things like wool for your knitting circle." Everyone makes fun of his age all the time –– Steve is now trying to make fun of it himself in hopes that it will get boring for everyone else. "I don't... have rules? I mean, make yourself at home, and if you need anything, just holler?" He looks bewildered. "I don't have to actually tell you to... not snoop through my underwear, right?"

[machiiatto]

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Maria’s ashamed to admit how easy it was to ignore the bite on her side. until it wasn’t. there are a lot of things that she hates about being at the Capitol, and having to deal with senators is just one of them.

having to rescue them, on the other hand, well. that’s valuable capital and favours that Maria doesn’t want to give up, even if the day to day really does drive her crazy. it’s less surprising than it should be that Organa is the senator who grabs her when she nearly goes down. she’s heard stories about Bail and Breha and it’s not a shock their daughter takes after them.

“hey, no—” she’s been trained to never let anyone take her weapon, and giving it up to someone who’s not trained in the face of... chompy monsters makes Maria’s head hurt. worse than the actual injury she’s got, but between the two of them she doesn’t really have the wherewithal to take it back. god, she hopes Leia won’t shoot her by accident.

“ah, fuck.” sitting down is worse than walking, and Maria hisses when Leia tries to get a look at it. “I’ll be fine. just — go check in the bottom desk drawer.” she’s been badgering the staff to leave the first aid kits in the same place in every office in case of an emergency like this. hopefully they actually listened to her. “of course a politician would be the one to hurt me.” a bit of an exaggeration, but if she hadn’t pulled Mr. Oregon out of the way, he’d have been the one with the wound on his side.

“I’ll take care of checking it out, you watch the door.”

her parents & the community that had raised & ultimately shaped her might be pacifists, but she remembers the wise words Mon Mothma had once spoken in that ultimately, there came a point in which refusing to stop violence could no longer be called non-violence. at some point, it only made one a bystander in the carnage & she supposes that days like today are the sorts of times the older senator had been thinking of.

maybe she's just fishing for justifications as to why the gun had found its way into her hands & she didn't quite feel like giving it back just yet. time would tell.

she does as she's told, though - getting to her feet quickly & rifling through the drawer until she found exactly what she was looking for. the kit was even fully stocked, which felt like a miracle given no one could have possibly considered they'd have to crack it open for something like this. ' you've clearly never sat in on one of our more spirited votes if this surprises you, ' the brunette offers with a small smirk, turning the kit over with a flourish.

' the only way they're getting through that door is if they brought a battering ram. ' or explosives - she's not naive enough to think it couldn't happen, but there haven't been any tell-tale indicators those have made it into play so she feels relatively confidant about the odds of her statement holding for the time being. ' how bad is it? ' Leia isn't wholly sure if she means the wound, or the scene outside, but either answer would help her plan out the next few steps.

[shcftingpieces]

Mystery Prompt Day 11 from the tea room server Prompt: It’s the first night of a brand new art exhibit, and the museum is throwing a gala to show off their new centerpiece — a ten inch sculpture encrusted with gems worth a staggering twenty million dollars. Security is top notch, but shortly after the appetizers start circulating, the lights go out for seventeen seconds. When they come back on, the statue is missing. @knowseverythingaboutyou​

Maria had suggested a dress for the gala, something befitting the wife of Remington Drake. Blair had of course shown up in something entirely different, navy blazer and loose blouse underneath that dipped low enough to distract if it shifted a certain way. Because when had Blair ever gone along with what Maria wanted. Half the fun was seeing the flash of frustration that Blair had come to know and fully enjoy. Perhaps on days when she was being overly honest, which weren’t many for the con woman, she’d admit to being attracted to the look as well. “I had told you you really should have come in the limo with me,” Blair said breezily, taking a sip of champagne. “Oh don’t worry it’s not coming out of the agency budget. I casually complained to Finnegan about ours being serviced and having to settle for something smaller for the gala and he graciously volunteered his for the night.” Blair looked particularly smug at the deft way she had guided the older gentleman who had become a regular client of theirs into offering up the transportation for the evening. She was waiting for Maria’s reply when the light’s cut out. Subconsciously she pressed in closer to Maria, not wanting to lose her in the dark, already on high alert. Blackouts didn’t just happen at events like this. “Something’s going on,” she mumbled like Maria didn’t already know that. 

It was barely restrained pandemonium when the lights came back on. A high-pitched scream above the concerned rumblings of a crowd not used to any inconvenience. The literal gem of the evening was gone - no sculpture to be found on the empty display in the middle of the room. The benefactor and museum curators were already in a tizzy when Blair decided to step in. “No cause of alarm,” she announced smoothly, sliding in to the area by deftly sidestepping security in a way only possible because she was a woman and not recognized as a threat. “The Drake agency will get to the bottom of this. My husband is currently elsewhere with pressing business, but I am certain he would offer his support and his ever competent associate Maria Hill is here to handle any investigation.” Blair gestured to Maria with a pleased expression so she could step in and do what she did best the actual investigative work. 

[withoutawar]

Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Scrabbling hands, gasping breaths, and pounding heartbeats have calmed, slowing to deep kisses and gentle caresses and quiet hums, and eventually . . . the dawning acceptance that they needed to get back to the party and their friends. They step away from each other for a moment, Steve’s gaze lingering on Maria as he roughly tucks his shirt back into his pants, does up his zipper and belt without looking down. Her makeup had withstood the quick number on the table in one of the Tower’s numerous conference rooms but at some point Steve’s hands had snuck into her hair and loosened the neat curls she’d had at the start of the night. He thinks he might be able to fix it, and beckons her over. There’s a tear in the left strap of her dress that he doesn’t think he can fix, unless there’s a sewing kit nearby. ‘ You might have to cover that up, ’ he murmurs, nodding to the torn strap as his fingers gently groom her hair into a less unruly state. ‘ I’m sorry — I did try to be careful . . . ’ He really, truly had, considering he had been hyper aware that their friends and coworkers were celebrating in full swing a few floors above them, and there was no way of going too long without being missed. Some of that awareness had obviously dissipated as soon as he had Maria alone, as soon as her hands claimed him and his pushed her up onto the polished wood table. ‘ I’ll fix it for you, ’ he promises, before remembering he actually has the means to buy her a new dress altogether these days. ‘ I’ll get you a new one, ’ he amends, tilting back to inspect her hair and finding it passable. Before he can suggest they head back out now, she catches his jaw, turning it back to her. ‘ Your turn, ’ she says, and Steve raises an eyebrow. His hair receives the same treatment he had given hers, plucked gently back into place. Then his collar is turned up and smoothed down, before Maria rubs her thumb over his lips, wiping away the lipstick that had rubbed off onto him as he’d claimed her mouth greedily behind the closed doors. The way she rubs makes him think there’s a lot — or maybe that she’s taking the mickey out of him — and sure enough, as soon as her straight face starts to break, he catches her wrist to still her, laughing. ‘ Hey. ’ He grins, and her thumb still by his lips, he presses a soft kiss against it. He watches the way her gaze softens, feeling something inside him go rather mushy as well. ‘ We’d better go, ’ he says softly, pressing another kiss this time to her forehead. ‘ You can wear my jacket — that’ll cover the tear. ’  

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[ text ] do you also hear thunder outside? @knowseverythingaboutyou

[ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] yeah i do [ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] do you think it's thor's fault or an actual storm? [ ✉ msg ▸ the director ;D ] cause he was really sad last week and it rained for like two days

[liesforaliving]

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This part sucked, big time. Bobbi could converse in several languages, talk her way out of a tight spot if she tried hard enough (and maybe embodied a bit of her ex-husbands' confidence) but having to make a distraction because they had to kill time? Most definitely not. Not a skill she was good at. "I… don't know, actually. I haven't really seen him much lately. Besides, it's not like we actively spend too much time together." Bobbi didn't think they did, anyways. They only share the odd dinner and beers, now and then. Maybe it was more frequent than she thought? Hard to say. Maybe Clint told Hill more than she thought too… 

"I don't watch much TV, either, Hill. Who in our line of work has time for that?" She laughed a little. "I can tell you about the research papers I've been reading? There was a fascinating one just recently about crocagins, which is the basis of morphine, essentially. They use alkaloids they have found in fungi and naturally occuring bacteria, and the scientists on the paper says they've found ways to recreate them in a lab, rather than using a natural material as the base proteins. It may even help me in my own research, if I look more into it, actually." 

She sighed, maybe a bit more wistfully than she'd intended. "Spa sounds so nice. I can't remember the last time I stepped foot in one." The thought of the warm water of a hot tub was like music to her ears, it would be so soothing, and her old, aching bones might appreciate a good soak. If you were to ask her, she likely would deny that she was old, except in certain company.

[entrepy]

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[mikewheelertm]

& maria hill. 〃 @knowseverythingaboutyou

Nose scrunched up,  and Mike had to fight the urge to chuckle at her words.  ❝ Fair enough. ❞  He found himself concurring,  after all logic was hard to fight. . .  even when it wouldn't be so strange for him to do anyways.  Despite his nonchalant demeanor there was the slightest hint of curiosity behind chocolate hues while he stared at her,  observing her every move and shift,  as if he was a wild animal assessing the situation,  ready to flee at the first sight of danger.  However he couldn't seem to get a good read on her,  not matter how hard he tried,  a little frustrating,  that much could admit because everyone had at least some kind of hidden motives,  especially when it came to gain his trust,  he realized that when he was still young,  and yet,  she didn't seem to have any.  Maybe he'd find out soon enough.

It was her voice that pulled Mike away from his own thoughts and back to reality.  ❝ I won't get offended if you call me a kid,  y'know ? ❞  He interjected with a shrug of his shoulders.  ❝ Been treated like one all my life anyways. ❞  There was a bitter edge to his tone,  one that was gone when he spoke again mere seconds later,  ❝ That would be far too predictable,  and no one likes that,  right ? ❞  If one didn't know about his past it would have been almost amusing the way his seeking for confirmation was almost genuine.

❝ Perhaps it's all a ploy and you are the scapegoat getting the blame of it.  Either way the ending is all the same. ❞  A step was taken back,  hands still secured behind his own head when he tilted it back,  and let his eyes take in the night sky.  ❝ Yeah,  but I like being in the open. ❞  Simple words that held a far more complicated sentiment,  he couldn't help but feeling trapped when staying in the room he was assigned,  the four walls seemingly closing down onto him whenever he stared at the ceiling for one beat too long.

A chuckle finally made it past his lips.  ❝ You guys really went far and beyond to keep me as far as you could from civilization,  huh ? ❞  Not that he could blame them,  after all one should always expect the worst.  ❝ Oh ? ❞  A questioning gaze throw her way,  his curiosity and confusion about her only growing.  Maybe,  just maybe,  she didn't want anything from him,  such thought briefly crossing his mind,  however Mike was quick to cast it aside,  showing it to the far back of his mind,  he'd have time to mull over it.  ❝ There is.  Almost forty miles away,  and it's open all night,  food isn't great. ❞  But it was as close to spending a couple of normal hours as he ever got.  ❝ You know,  it's only a couple of seconds away. ❞  

[storyofwhoiam]

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Donna chuckled at Maria's response, finding it endearing even if she tried to disguise that fact at least a little. She knew really though that Maria's presence alone was probably enough to pull her attention. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from the other woman, but she was pretty sure that astronauts wasn't it. Donna doesn't refrain from an eyeroll at the comment about breaking into the White House.

"Don't worry," she grins at Maria's comment about how long they might be there, "I've not got too much more to do; Rome can wait for another day." She smiles, though her interest is clearly piqued by Maria's current book. "You should speak to Toby," she suggested, "his brother works for NASA." The Communications Direction himself might not have widely advertised his personal life, but Donna couldn't see him being bothered by Maria asking about it.

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                             STEVE PUFFS UP. "Maria, I don't want you nor need you to run background checks on guys I want to date," he tells her seriously. "I need to make my own experiences. If they're awful, well, then I'll find out sooner rather than later. And if they're nice, they don't need you to snoop through their financial records or browser history. Every guy is entitled to watch his porn in private without being judged for it." Besides, Steve is Captain America — he can take care of himself should one of the dudes decide to, like, stab him or something. And stuff like poison won't work, anyway. Whatever, he visibly perks up when Maria mentions the university course his charity date took during his college days. "Oh, that's great, we can talk about the latest exhibit at the MoMA. Wolfgang Tillman's to look without fear was spectacular; I had goosebumps the entire time I've been there."

[storyofwhoiam]

Leah's eyes sparkled with amusement as Maria clarified her perspective. "Oh, please," she teased, playfully rolling her eyes. "let's be honest, your agent is doing everyone a favour by dragging you along here. I approve." Leah couldn't help but feel a swell of happiness at the mention of Maria's songs. Instead of expressing her gratitude though, Leah gasped in faux shock. "Only some? Maria," she smacked Maria with the back of her hand, "I'm wounded! Who else are you sharing them with?" she questioned, feigning betrayal though it was belied by her broad grin.

"Your incredibly talented friend that likes to hide out from the industry she works in and is only here because her agent threatened her?" Maria clarified, laughing back at Leah. "I'm only as good as the people who sing my songs, which is why I keep giving you some of them." Leah was a skilled songwriter in her own right, but there were some songs that Maria created that she didn't trust anyone else with. "If you're going to make faces just make sure that someone's got a camera on you — I can turn you into a meme again."

[nodunkiing]

How Color-Coded Are You?

Pink Coded

pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

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tagging: @buuckley, @knowseverythingaboutyou, @fierceathlete

[maggicktouched]

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

Bold all that apply to your muse. Repost, don't reblog !   TW: contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking, rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through, sudden loss,  trying to make sense of the noise,  hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go,  brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

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Tagging: @knowseverythingaboutyou . @graunblida . @bokketo . @valdefontaine . @aranostra (Lena)

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“  i just like seeing you happy.  ” (nat)

Natalia scrunched her nose up, her eyebrows furrowing together as she wound her arms up and around Maria's neck. ❝ You know you're not supposed to be this sappy on a Monday, Maria, I won't be able to go off and be a super secret agent if I am thinking about my romantic wife all week. ❞

[withoutawar]

why do you hurt ?  

stolen from @knowseverythingaboutyou

you swallow pain & fold around it

you have always hurt. you hold it carefully, and twisted in such a way that other people don't have to see it. you don't choke on it. you don't drown. you just have it, the way some people have freckles, this is a thing that lives in your bones. you fold instead of fighting because you know how to make yourself small, tuck away the places where they have clawed at, swallow the bruises so you seem clean. nobody needs to see it. you will live through this on your own. you know what you need, and relief isn't it. this doesn't mean you cannot reach out - it means it is not in your nature to do so. you should. hiding does not mean you won't be seen.

you're choking on how much you have to try

you have tried. you have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders and accepted more responsibilities than you have ever wanted, even intended to gain. it isn't crushing - you are strong enough to hold it - but you are choking. you don't know what to do with it. you don't know where it goes, how to move this weight everyone knows you can hold onto, and do you even want to get rid of it? never. you would not give this to - force this on - anyone else. but you /can't/. but you are choking on it. your body will hold it up even when you lose all the air in your lungs, and your footing, and your courage. it does not mind choking you. it seems almost designed to do so. if you weren't wrung out you wouldn't be doing this thing properly

[entrepy]

🔪 ‘ Well, you seem like you’re already aware of the fact, so why rub it in ? ’ he jokes, though really — he has no issues with anyone being a bit of a hermit. He’d been one himself for a few years after his injury, until his friends and Rebecca had stopped trying to give him space and boundaries and dragged by the ear to face the world again. He’s grateful for it. He wouldn’t have met Clint, otherwise. 

He quirks an eyebrow at target practise until she clarifies Nerf wars and then he breaks out into a smile, giving a quiet laugh. He’s unfortunately witnessed one of said Nerf wars, being roped into it by Eva when he and Clint had visited one time, insisting that they play with her because ‘ Daddy’s the woooooorst at it. ’ Bucky had indulged ( and had not held his military experience back on neither his boyfriend nor the six year old ) if only because he knows exactly why Steve was pretending to be bad at it. He’d never quite gotten over his thing with guns, and apparently that extended to something as trivial as a Nerf gun. 

‘ So you’ve known her longer than Steve, huh ? ’ It hasn’t escaped his notice that this little family tree had more of Steve’s branches than Natasha’s. Bucky’s curious about it, especially because Steve doesn’t shut up about Natasha but gets all hedgy as soon as Bucky asks questions about Natasha’s past. Maria is the biggest reveal that he’s come across. 

‘ So I have Nat to thank for my sister dating you ? ’ He’s been calm about it this whole time. Mostly. Rebecca has made it abundantly clear that she can look after herself, and in more recent years, can look after herself and him when it was required. It was a sobering fact, when most of his life had been dedicated to ensuring she had a safe and happy life, sometimes at the expense of his own ( though he never viewed it that way, ) and to have the tables turned around on him. If anything, it was a wake up call to get his shit together so she wouldn’t have to look after him. ‘ So they can stop what ? Hosting ? ’ He smirks. ‘ Well, as long as Steve doesn’t invite his teacher friends anymore, they don’t do a bad job. Why — you think you’d ever host anything like this ? Most of us are college buds — is that where you and Nat know each other from ? ’ No, he’s not letting this go. It’s fine if Steve wants to marry a woman with a mysterious past and not tell him about it. But now his sister was getting involved and if this thing with her and Maria was serious, then he needed to know before it got out of control.  

🔪 ‘ Well, you seem like you’re already aware of the fact, so why rub it in ? ’ he jokes, though really — he has no issues with anyone being a bit of a hermit. He’d been one himself for a few years after his injury, until his friends and Rebecca had stopped trying to give him space and boundaries and dragged by the ear to face the world again. He’s grateful for it. He wouldn’t have met Clint, otherwise. 

He quirks an eyebrow at target practise until she clarifies Nerf wars and then he breaks out into a smile, giving a quiet laugh. He’s unfortunately witnessed one of said Nerf wars, being roped into it by Eva when he and Clint had visited one time, insisting that they play with her because ‘ Daddy’s the woooooorst at it. ’ Bucky had indulged ( and had not held his military experience back on neither his boyfriend nor the six year old ) if only because he knows exactly why Steve was pretending to be bad at it. He’d never quite gotten over his thing with guns, and apparently that extended to something as trivial as a Nerf gun. 

‘ So you’ve known her longer than Steve, huh ? ’ It hasn’t escaped his notice that this little family tree had more of Steve’s branches than Natasha’s. Bucky’s curious about it, especially because Steve doesn’t shut up about Natasha but gets all hedgy as soon as Bucky asks questions about Natasha’s past. Maria is the biggest reveal that he’s come across. 

‘ So I have Nat to thank for my sister dating you ? ’ He’s been calm about it this whole time. Mostly. Rebecca has made it abundantly clear that she can look after herself, and in more recent years, can look after herself and him when it was required. It was a sobering fact, when most of his life had been dedicated to ensuring she had a safe and happy life, sometimes at the expense of his own ( though he never viewed it that way, ) and to have the tables turned around on him. If anything, it was a wake up call to get his shit together so she wouldn’t have to look after him. ‘ So they can stop what ? Hosting ? ’ He smirks. ‘ Well, as long as Steve doesn’t invite his teacher friends anymore, they don’t do a bad job. Why — you think you’d ever host anything like this ? Most of us are college buds — is that where you and Nat know each other from ? ’ No, he’s not letting this go. It’s fine if Steve wants to marry a woman with a mysterious past and not tell him about it. But now his sister was getting involved and if this thing with her and Maria was serious, then he needed to know before it got out of control.