#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.

[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.

[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. 

[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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[ofcatnaps-moved]

“  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. ❞

[mikewheelertm]

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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]

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."

[shieldretired]

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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."

[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)

[storyofwhoiam]

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[iomadachd]

MUSE LIKES / PREFERENCES.

favorite fruit(s) : cherries, clementines

favorite activity(ies) : karaoke, dancing, reading

favorite flower(s) :  roses (all colors)

favorite season(s) : fall

favorite insect(s) : ladybugs

favorite animal(s) : bats, rabbits, rats

favorite gem(s) : amethyst, emerald

favorite time of day : sunset

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tagging: @ifyoucatchacriminal (Spencer), @symbiiotic, @muutos (papa emeritus ii), and whoever else wants to!

[starsinshadows]

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“Really? Who did you hear that from?” Maria raised an eyebrow at Bruce, amused. There was only one person who would have thought that was relevant information for Bruce to know, and they both knew it. “You’re looking… less grim than usual.” She continued, pushing the folders she was looking at away from her. Apparently it was rude to be more focused on your work than the person you were talking to. “Of course. Who do you think let me in? I don’t have a key.” She waved a hand. “He said something about getting more food and left about five minutes ago. Not sure if he just meant he was going to the kitchen or the store.”

     He gave her such a dry look when she asked who he'd heard it from, given that they both knew there were basically only two people that Bruce Wayne interacted with regularly and Dory wasn't going to know that Maria was in town or care to mention it to him. The fact that Maria had pushed her work away from her to focus on him meant she'd likely seen the look, and also that he probably wasn't escaping anytime soon, so he sighed and sat down at the table with a glance over the fruit on offer. He ate like a bird in the 'mornings', which was whenever he strolled out into the light after his nights in the suit, so Alfred planned appropriately. The need for more food was probably because Maria ate like a normal person. He shrugged at her explanation and question, making a small plate of fruit out of politeness instead of just picking from the bowls like he normally might have. "Depends how long you're staying, and could have been Dory, she knows Alfred likes you."

[lindscys]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬   →   accepting.

@knowseverythingaboutyou​ : ❛  i was trying to make a point about how it’s important to whack your own spiders!  ❜

erin shook her head at the other, hand still armed with a shoe ready to pounce on said insect should it make another reappearance. “and all that happened was you lost the thing!” she argued back, stepping onto the chair behind her if she wasn’t already much bigger in size. “next time, i’m just going to move out. it’s easier and far less traumatic than facing this thing myself.”