I AM THE STORM !

ATLAS, tell me what is heavier: the WORLD, or it's people's HEARTS? [ aff. sharon carter with shuffled rp. ]

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bartcnbartoff:

“– Beside the mermaids?” Clint raises an eyebrow, continuing to caffeinate.

“The --” She takes a moment to process that information, before nodding and sinking down into the couch. “I’m gonna need something stronger than coffee.”

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sharon’s bucket list | task#4

teach / mentor someone on one of your skills

go camping

go windsurfing / boating the lake

win 5 strikes in bowling

create your own sport

watch the sunset

learn a magic trick

bungee jumping

tie dye things ( shirts, bags, jackets, etc )

go on a food cleanse ( go vegetarian, eat only pizza, salad diets, etc )

give a toy to the hospital children

learn the basics of a new instrument

take a cooking / baking class

go on a food trip around town - try a new dish at a different restaurant

make a pot using a pottery wheel

go orange / peach picking in magnolia park

play extreme frisbee

do origami

go on a hike around the forests

try a weird food combination

make milkshakes / smoothies in different flavours

change up your clothing style for a day

splurge an entire day on shopping

learn how to make flower / ribbon leis

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cassiexsandsmark:

“you know..i kinda wanna be a nurse..but i kinda really don’t have the money for going to school to do so.” cassie mumbled. “why does college have to be so expensive?”

sharon shrugs absently, taking a sip of her coffee before responding. “privatization of schooling, capitalism... take your pick, really.”

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bartcnbartoff:

Oh. Sharon. “– Angel,” was all he said, because caffeine. Thoroughly unsurprised, he accepted the coffee and stood back, letting the door swing open as Lucky bounced over, his tail wagging and tongue lolling out. Imbibing the caffeine as he went, he figured Sharon’d have the good sense to not try and talk to him while he walked away to pick up a hoodie and slip it on, before turning back to face her. “– Thanks. What’s up?”

She chuckles, stepping inside and kneeling down to pet Lucky while Clint moves to find something more to wear. Scratching behind Lucky’s ears, she looks back up at Clint. “Heard you got assigned here, too. I figured I should probably come say hi, and see what’s so weird about this town that they thought it needed this much surveillance.”

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bartcnbartoff:

        {{ open

Lucky was licking his face. Clint half-woke up and followed the insistent dog to the door, whereupon he blearily opened it. “– Yeurmph…what time d’you call this…? …What’d’you want?”

“About four pm, but I brought coffee anyways,” she answers without skipping a beat, holding one of the two coffees (both black) out to Clint. “Hey there, Lucky.”

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shuffledalec:

“Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t let my angst ruin your drink then. Take it and have it somewhere else.”

“I would, if I didn’t like this seat, and if I hadn’t gotten here first.”

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freewheelingbihexual:

“Outfit. It’s a travesty that business wear is inherently boring. It doesn’t have to be. I don’t see why people do this to themselves.”

“Probably because they have no imagination. That, or their personalities are as dull as their wardrobe.”

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shuffledalec:

“My face and attitude also don’t understand why you would care.”

“Because your face and attitude are loud. I can feel your angst from over here, and it’s ruining my drink.”

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forceprovoked:

So that’s what it’s called.     ❝     Yes. I heard you … speak to others through it. Is that true?     ❞

❝     Yeah. You just dial the number of whoever you want to talk to’s phone, and then sometimes they pick up.     ❞     

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Weevil Hunting | OPEN

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ohcxptxinmycxptxin:

“Surpise.” Jack spoke with a small smile before looking at the Weevil as it continued to strain. “No it;s not a bug. It’s an alien. Could kill you easily. It won’t touch me because I’m alien too.” He suddenly yanked the weevil onto it’s back side and snarled at it, causing it to whine. 

Great. Just when she thought she might’ve gotten a break from aliens that wanted to kill her, here one was. She was grateful it was on a leash, strange as the sight was, but her hand rested on the back of her hip just above her holstered gun just in case. “Noted. You may wanna get that thing out of here - people are starting to stare.”

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marvel moodboard  |  sharon carter

[eleanor-bishop]

Most mortal’s worst nightmares are flight of macabre imagination. Yours, Sharon Carter, are actual memories. What amazes me is that there’s any part of you that can still believe in the American Dream, after your patriotic spirit was so thoroughly broken once the spymasters of SHIELD cut you off behind enemy lines all those years ago! How many of your ethics were you forced to cash in just to survive? How long did you spend imprisoned in a filthy cell, not large enough for a dog? Given the disgusting punishments you had to endure… One would think you’d have turned into a complete cynical, that’s certainly how you describe yourself… But you’re wrong. Despite your hardened heart, something’s been fanning a spark of belief in you lately must be the company you keep.  “Get out… out of my head…”  // Captain America #12 (1998)

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forceprovoked:

❝     How does it work?     ❞

❝     What, the phone?     ❞

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freewheelingbihexual:

“I spy with my little eye something…boring.”

“Mm. The hair, or the outfit?”

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wiitchyjones:

Coraline didn’t even want to be here, but out of pure curiosity and the fact that she’s never once heard of this town in her life, she decided why not go to university here. So, here she was, already extremely bored and just about ready to go find a well in a forest or something. She didn’t call herself a water witch for fun. Not really. “Hey, are there any wells around here ??”

Sharon’s been in Magnolia for about a week or so, surveying the town before making her presence known. It didn’t seem like much, but her instincts said there was more here than what met the eyes. “I don’t think so,” she said as the girl a few feet away from her began questioning her about wells, of all things. “At least, I haven’t seen any.”

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shuffledalec:

“Just leave me alone, okay? I’m fine!”

“Your face and your attitude say otherwise, kid.”

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Weevil Hunting | OPEN

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ohcxptxinmycxptxin:

“Chasing a Weevil down the damn street in the pouring rain… Never doing that again.. I almost fell of my ass at LEAST twice now trying to catch the damn thing…” He huffed, attached to a leash behind him, trying to escape was a Weevil, growling and whining as he tried to get free.

“Weevils are bugs,” Sharon says, her brow knitting in distaste as she looks at the creature straining against the leash held by the man a few feet away from her. “That’s not a bug.”