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svpcrwoman:

      “okay so, are you from superman’s side or captain america’s side?” kristen asks as she sits down with her coffee. she knows she should have asked permission first but, really, she just couldn’t help herself. after all, she did travel to the past to find out about superwoman, there’s nothing that’s going to stop her from doing the same now. “sorry if that was out of the blue, i’m just… curious.”

“oh,” she looks up, slightly confused for a second. “captain america’s side, i guess.” she shakes her head. “no, not guess. i am. captain america’s side. so, superman’s real?” sipping at her coffee, she smirks. “at least, for you, he’s real?”

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fallenrxbin:

jason only raised an eyebrow at the other’s choice of curse word. creative, he’ll give her point for that. “ wow that’s the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. when most people see me, they would also call me a  fragdaggle as well. ” he muse back lightly with a very amused smile on his face. the noriette shrugs at the offered apology, not feeling very offended – only entertained by the scene before him. “ no need to apologise, i understand. if it makes you feel better, you can throw another curse word out with an actual target who doesn’t really care. ”

harriet smiles without thinking, shaking her head slightly. “i really can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic. i hope i didn’t say the word ‘fragdaggle’ out loud. that’s too stereotypically english.” there’s a part of her that’s embarrassed, but the man seems to be taking it well. “it’s very kind of you to offer, but i’m fine, thanks.” she can’t stop herself from tacking, “twat,” onto the end of that, with a laugh. “sorry, that felt necessary.”

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jgreys:

“you would be surprised but judging on some people’s beliefs and views, then you wouldn’t be,” she hummed with a smile, before laughing as she agreed with the other, “you could say that again.”

“people believe ridiculous things,” she says, lightly. she wants to ask further questions, wonders what beliefs are resulting in the woman being cursed at, but she stops herself. “sorry, rude of me,” she says, holding her hand out. “i’m harriet colby.”

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mjwctsonx:

               tilting her head to the side at the curse that was thrown around, mj couldn’t help but chuckle instantly after as her brown hues rolled in their sockets as her head tilted to the side and her locks falling over her shoulder. ‘ i’ve heard worse. i mean that is far from bad, please. that’s fuckin’ mediocre shit. ’ she stated before letting out another chuckle at the apology that came soon after. ‘ calm down, bud. you’re fine. i’m probably the last person that would give a shit about a cursing scenario. ’

harriet catches herself smiling before she can really recoil it. “nevertheless, i shouldn’t have sworn at you,” at the girl’s own curse, she almost laughs, repeating the word “mediocre?” incredulously. “bud?” the word sounds wrong, tainted with an english accent. “what- what year are you living in?” she narrows her eyebrows. “are you from- the other universe? do they say bud over there?” 

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bruisedbrcken:

     he didn’t like this at all, not one bit, not in anyway. aristotle was happily hidden in the woods, in his cabin far away from people he could hurt. now he’s smack dab in the middle of an overcrowded city and on edge constantly. he can barely sleep, eat, and he flinches if anyone even gets within a foot of him. dark eyes remain on the floor, a constant repeat in his head of stay calm stay calm stay calm stay calm. he can’t monster out and hurt anyone else. he has too much blood on his hands already. though as expected a shoulder collides with his own, eyes flash black for a moment and a growl slips free. ❝ back the fuck off !!! ❞

appearing in a new world, a world where words were backwards and fictional characters were real, would’ve been confusing for anyone. but for harriet, it pulsed through her veins, her head span. in the new world - fake york, as it was being called - everything was feeling so much pain. emotional, physical, it was vivid and colourful, and it just so happened that harriet’s power was to manipulate pain. she desperately wanted to remove it, to help to the best of her ability, but it was overwhelming. she couldn’t control the pain of others without trying, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel a buzz when someone was in desperate need. and there were so many in desperate, desperate need. caught in her own mind, she’s about to apologise for shouldering past someone, when the voice CLICKS in her head. “ari?” she whizzes around, eyes alert, disbelieving. she hasn’t seen him since-- since jon’s death. she thought he was dead, too. she wants to hug him, even takes a step forward to do so, but he looks terrifying. worse, he looks terrified. “ari, where the-” she chokes on her own words. “-where the fuck have you been? i thought you were dead- you- you arsehole!” while her words hold their fair share of anger, it’s ari. one of her closest friends for years. she’s not mad, she’s never been more relieved in her life.

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fcsterbrry:

“yeah yeah no i’m fine – just still figuring out everything that happened.” he stated as he turned to look at the girl. “sorry i didn’t mean to rain on your parade.”

“my ‘parade’ isn’t exactly sunny right now,” she replies. “we’re all figuring it out. and yet you still stand out as looking particularly worked up. are you quite sure you’re alright?”

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xicemcns:

“theres no need to apologise – i think that everyone is a bit like that at the moment.” bobby stated as he looked over at the woman. this whole situation was confusing to him and most likely to a lot of people.

“yes, i suppose.” she says, accent crisp. “nobody’s having a good time of it right now.” she’s gazing around at her surroundings. “this whole debacle is ridiculous.”

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jgreys:

jean smiled softly as she shook her hand dismissively at the other woman. “don’t worry about it. it happens all the time.” she mused before nodding her head in understanding, “i get it.”

“do you get cursed at often?” harriet asks, slightly bemused. “if so, i’m sorry to add to that load.” she shakes her head, but there’s a small smile on her lips. “it’s a strange situation we’re in.”

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gatadenoite:

Selina didn’t normally make it a habit of people watching but when the furrowed brow of the other seemed to signify something boiling beneath the other’s skin, she couldn’t look away. And then the other is addressing her, and all the woman can offer in return is a slight shake of her head. “No worries, I’m no stranger to a sour mood although I’d recommend finding better ways to deal with it. For all you know my day could’ve been just as bad, and that would’ve been the one thing to set me off.” She allows her words to linger for a moment as she sips from the hot coffee in hand. 

harriet almost scoffs, emphasis on almost. “well,” she begins, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. “i hope it wasn’t. the thing to set you off, that is.” a smile graces her lips, but it doesn’t look real, even she knows that. “after all, it was a simple word, wasn’t it? not much to complain about, especially as it was directed towards myself.” she pauses before she can rant further. “that being said, i apologise if i did, in fact, offend you.”

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sifchambers:

Sif looked up, expression almost deadpanned as she looked towards the other woman. “Mm, don’t worry about it,” she said in her accented voice. “Quite honestly, I feel the same way… Perhaps for different reasons.” She lifted the coffee cup in front of her. “I recommend purchasing one of these coffees. They’ve proven to be very helpful to me.” 

harriet smiled slightly at the woman, though it looked as if it were more out of politeness than anything. she notes the english accent, quite pleased to hear the familiar lilt. “is the caffeine helping?” she asks, her own accent pronounced, crisp. “you’d think the adrenaline of the situation would keep me going.”

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harriet’s been trying very hard not to roll her eyes at the whole situation. being trapped in another universe - with characters she’s read about in comic books - isn’t something you can write home about. if she could reach home, that is, which she can’t. she curses to herself, louder than she’d realised, then looks up quickly, feeling the presence of someone there. “that wasn’t at you- fuck, sorry. i’m in a bad mood. i apologise.”

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fcsterbrry:

“i’ve run through every possible calculation, i’ve literally run around the entire city and i can’t figure out a way to get us out of here – i just don’t know what to do.” he said softly before running his fingers through his hair. the man had been on the phone to one of his friends from star labs when he heard someone else approaching him, quickly hanging up and turning around. “uhh hey.”

harriet’s eyebrow raised ever so slightly, a movement she did often. she wasn’t sure if the man was being literal, or not, but she hoped not, otherwise she had definitely run into someone she’d read about before, and meeting what she had thought to be a fictional character was certainly odd. “hello,” she smiled. “are you quite alright? you look distressed,”

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ofromvnoffs:

“another one,” the russian called out to the bartender, slightly banging her empty shot glass on the counter before raising an eyebrow as she noticed the other next to them, “if you are just going to sit there, you might as well speak or take a shot with me. not like we are going anywhere else.” natasha hummed with a slight smirk before downing another shot of vodka placed in front of her.

“i’m not really a vodka type of girl,” she says, raising an eyebrow. she’s more the type to drink whiskey alone, but that definitely is not a tidbit she’ll be sharing. “i have no problem with speaking, though. i’m worried we’ll be here a while.” she orders herself a diet coke that she won’t drink, smiling slightly at the bartender. “i’m impressed at the rate you’re getting those down.”

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jcwclthicf:

“PLEASE TELL ME THERE’S SOME DECENT COFFEE AROUND here,” Felicia’s standards were high, it came with being born into wealth, but the cold cup of coffee in her hand currently made the feline’s lips curl upwards in distaste. “I’ll take anything with espresso & mocha, any ideas?”

“i’ve only just turned up, i wouldn’t know.” harriet’s accent is tinged with worry, and she absentmindedly runs a hand through her hair. “but if you manage to find a good cafe, please let me know. i’m dying for caffeine.”