[frodo-sam]

[birthrightandblood]

@madeformischief

NYU’s campus feels much like the city itself-- nearly lost among the hustle of civilians, the towering buildings. It’s unimpressive, though she supposes she’s grateful for its banality, unsure if she can tolerate the ‘locale’ of an exclusively academic setting.

          ( briefly, she wonders what it might have been like, if she’d had a normal life, living like this-- what would she have gone on to do? who would she have been? would the pointlessness of this somehow make sense, feel right?

            she dismisses it just as quickly. )

She didn’t come here to people watch or ponder life’s alternate paths.

She came here with a goal in mind.

At the beckon to enter, Sin steps into the study-- nothing too extravagant, but impressive nonetheless.

     “Thank you for taking time out of your day to meet with me, Professor.” Her smile is polite, amicable; it hides the rush of smug glee she gets from fact that she knows who he is. “I’m sure you’re a busy man.”

[birthrightandblood]

mysteriomanifesto‌:

          “First my arm’s too high, now it’s too low. Make up your damn mind…” Frustration sets in, steely eyes narrowing as Quentin takes in Sin’s increasing amount of negative feedback, his lip curling upwards in scorn. They’ve been at this for what feels like hours ( in reality it was most likely verging on one, at the most ), the man feeling entirely uncomfortable with the whole situation - being in sportswear while with her only exacerbates matters, having grown accustomed to a certain degree of distanced professionalism.

                    It’s easier for the developer to lash out at others as opposed to accepting well-intentioned criticism to build upon ( to note that he is, in fact, the problem ), his repeated attempts of doing things his way concluding in a number of points of failure ( as if his disgraceful performance with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen hadn’t been enough ). Concentration edges over his visage as a concerted effort is made to actually listen for once, running through the advice while visualising some of the offensive and defensive movements alike. Raising the appendage in question to the appropriate height, Beck looks towards the redhead for guidance, his voice drawing low. “Like this?”

Sin allows herself to take amusement from Quentin’s frustration instead of letting it grate her nerves (the natural, instinctive reaction against his behavior). Better to let him vent and complain than constantly justify practical self-defense methods. As the minutes have passed slowly towards an hour, it’s become more and more tempting to remind him that she’s going easy on him, that he ought to be grateful for that.

She’d never had such leniency-- a fact that makes it difficult to draw the lines between what’s easy, normal, and useless.

     “Yes, like that. Good--” she adds, because praise for even small achievements is a thing she’s learned he apparently requires to function as a human being.

          ( she wonders how he’s gone through life like that, dodging and denying criticism and chasing only acclaim and approval )

Sin isn’t blind to his discomfort or misgivings with their present situation, a far cry from meeting in private, high-end art galleries. Frankly, she thinks he needs to get over it, failing to see how it’s that big of a deal. She feels more at home here, like this, than wrapped in finery, playing pretend at something she’s not. Her reasonings aren’t his business (just as his aren’t hers), but she’s never quite been able to shake the tar-like sensation in her head whenever circumstances dictate she assume the role of anything even resembling the person Pierce and S.H.I.E.L.D. had forced her to be for so many years. 

This? 

Catharsis.

     “Now--” Sin adjusts her stance, a mirror image of his own. “Try to hit me.”

[sharoncartercomics]

“Too bad for you then, Sin… that I’m way past stupid from what you people have done to me.”

Captain America v5 #40

[landlockedcorsair]

I am in love with getting my way. Nothing feels better.

[luxaeternacreations]

[birthrightandblood]

Nobody Move, Nobody Gets Hurt (where’s the fun in that?)

[birthrightandblood]

imperfectsoldier‌:

Steve gives a stiff nod, watching the guards remove the fallen agent in his peripheral vision. Walking out the door, he’s calmer than he expects to be. Of course he feels anger, and guilt, but he’s not terribly worried. It was known where he was headed, who and what he was after. It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, but it would be easy enough to figure out what happened.

Again, he would already be dead if that’s what they wanted. Well, he was sure they wanted him dead. It was just a matter of when. What they wanted him for, or from him, before then. They probably wanted to make a spectacle of it…

She feels a slight flicker of relief or gratitude when he finally starts walking; it would be a shame to end this so quickly.

He’s quiet as they leave the warehouse floor and her men behind. She doesn’t mind, inherently, other than that it indicates he’s likely thinking. She lets him, for a few moments, as they walk down the narrow, darkened hallway.

     “I guess you did come alone,” she muses after a moment. That’s curious, because it means there’s only a select circle of people he wants involved in this-- a select circle of people he trusts; he’s not here on Avengers business, and she knows that despite the agents that accompanied him, there’s no official sanction from S.H.I.E.L.D. for this operation (a problem, perhaps). Sin has good enough intel to make assumptions on just who is within that circle (Wilson, possibly Romanoff-- issues to be addressed), but she knows it starts and ends with Barnes. “I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose, what with your history of believing yourself to be a one man army-- though there’s truth to that, too, to be fair.... I’ve seen the footage.... It’s just--” she sighs, like she’s beleaguered by the mere notion “--given your old war buddy’s vain, haphazard predilection to lay waste to our operations, I’d expect him to tag along. What--? is he too busy running away from S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

[birthrightandblood]

mysteriomanifesto‌:

          Beck’s irate demeanour sees him temporarily lost in thought, eyes peering into space and darting from side-to-side as he relives a few of the moments of the altercation  ( perhaps his tech could help to ease the trauma ).  Inadvertently clenching his fist at a particular point due to muscle memory, a sharp hiss is elicited - a grimace forms from the undesirable combination of the pain and inwardly aimed suggestion, concentration enacted to settle his nerves and focus back on Sin’s motions. The woman’s violent proposal sees the engineer grow incredibly still, a brief crease of his brow denoting that there’s a very short segue in which he contemplates it in visceral detail…

                    “I—” ( —can’t kill a man ) “…think that would be the easy way out. Why end a man’s life when you can watch his world spiral and crumble around him? Reputation is important, sure, but the psychological toll is longer lasting. I can be incredibly patient, I am not above playing a longer term game.” Quentin opts to posture despite his sorry state, the overwhelming evidence of the injuries to his wrist and temple not deterring the man as his chin raises slightly in defiance to feign whatever little shred of dignity he had remaining ( not much ). Sensing the contact from Sin against his index finger, the engineer wiggles his digits with a nod, testing her handiwork with a concluding hum of approval before continuing with his unique train of thought.

          “Besides, something tells me that Murdock and I are not entirely through considering I’m about to end this man’s whole career.“ There’s an expectant pause as excitable blue eyes are trained on the woman, silencing ensuing as Beck awaits a humoured reaction - the need to explain himself rapidly arises such is his constant need for praise. “It’s… it’s a meme. What do you do online, anyway?“

As Quentin details his reasoning for not having Murdock killed, she thinks it sounds more and more like an excuse than an actual reason. Still-- she decides not to push the subject (there’s a train of logic to it, at least).

     “Well, I admire your patience.”

Sin inspects her hands a moment, thoughts delving into Norah Winters’ death a few years back-- the last time she’d really gotten involved in matters with a hands-on approach. Much of her time since has felt like playing a game, one she’s both enjoyed and despised. She wonders if vengeance will win out over patience, for either of them.

     “I know what a meme is.” She doesn’t roll her eyes, but they widen slightly-- as if emphasizing the word, like the word itself is more ridiculous than the idea of her not knowing what he’s talking about. Sin looks up from her hands. “As for what I ‘do’-- I keep up with national and international news-- WHiH, CNN, Fox, Al Jazeera, BBC.” She shrugs; the list could go on. “I find it important to stay informed. If not that-- scientific articles are interesting enough.”

She stands with a stretch, rolling her neck side to side to ease the any lingering tensions within the muscles there. Her gaze shifts from about the room - the contents of cabinets rummaged through scattered about, taking mental notes on what she needs to send someone out on a supply run for - to glance down at Quentin.

     “I meant what I said-- let me know if you want a doctor to properly cast that.” A beat of silence, considering. “Or if you want a lesson in avoiding a repeat of this.”

[friendlypsychopathnextdoor]

If I were to meet someone just like me, I would avoid them at all costs.

confession/lie 21

[blackgirlsvevo]

me, violently beating back my emotions with a broom: for the last time i said shut the FUCK up

[liquidsnvke]

Evan Rachel Wood in Into The Forest

[birthrightandblood]

mysteriomanifesto‌:

          A hushed grunt emerges from Quentin as Sin applied the finishing touches, brow furrowing a fraction as a means of testing the sutures, as if the slight movement would somehow elicit them to unceremoniously unravel ( what had he been expecting? ). The area remains tender and while it was tempting for dexterous fingertips to tentatively pry, the engineer reconsiders, opting to leave the afflicted flesh alone for the time-being - there would be plenty of time for him to inspect it when solely within his own company.

                    A foreboding sensation threatens to broil within the pit of his stomach as the woman appears to meander away, behaviour that’s non-committal and signalling that this was the end of any aid that she was willing to provide ( it’s beneath him to beg ). Beck edges forwarded in the seat, a dull albeit heightening ache cloying at his ribs, bare skin helplessly clutched at in an attempt to ease the sensation of the additional injury. He’s attempting to gather the resolve to stand again, bracing himself with a few deepened breaths when— she returns, tense shoulders momentarily relaxing as the brunet curiously watches the woman and her subsequent motions, attentively listening as rapidly rising relief sets in. “Off the record, sure…”

          The notion of a broken wrist healing incorrectly perturbs the man far more than the deepened gash to his temple, steely eyes worriedly flicking down to the appendage as if to assess it despite a distinct lack of anatomical knowledge. He desperately needed his hands, copious hours of his daily routine spent at terminals to code and review digital schematics - the developer was not prepared to allow for a setback at this stage of his plan otherwise there would be hell to pay for those unfortunately around him. Quentin would be willing to do anything to ensure a proper recovery, obediently supporting the arm as a disgruntled huff is expelled with the question. “Murdock used a billy club.” Scorn edges over Beck’s features, jaw clenching as irony sets in. “He disguises his weapon as a cane. A fucking prop.”

Sin supposes it’s a clever ruse, feigning blindness to mask ones abilities-- especially in Murdock’s line of work. No matter how close his actions overlapped his court cases, who would suspect the blind man?

          ( there’s an arrogance to it she can appreciate-- a flaw )

Still, as she wraps the splint, a thought creases her brow that she can’t help but voice--

     “Why not just have him killed? You know who he is-- it would be easy. Sure, there’s artistry and satisfaction in ruining his life and public image, but at the end of the day....” 

Sin shrugs, taking a moment to inspect her handiwork as the prospect of Murdock’s death (or lack thereof) lingers between them. She’d felt the same permeating sense of what’s the point in regards to Ophelia’s methods with Barnes, having been (begrudgingly) tolerant of inaction, with a result that hadn’t been worth the vague I warned you smugness that the end result produced-- playing the long game more of thorn in their side than any true benefit. As if emphasizing the legitimacy of her question, Sin gestures to his currently battered state. 

     “If someone did this to me, it wouldn’t just be their name I’d want to ruin.” The words are spoken as simple fact, almost disinterest as Sin tilts her head to the side, deciding she’d be satisfied with the splint if the wound was her own. Gently, she presses the tip of his index finger between her thumb and forefinger, a brief pressure to check his circulation in the off-chance she’s secured the splint too tightly. “Can you feel that?”

[voidgyn]

Ah yes, my two and only moods, homicidal rage and complete and utter apathy

[birthrightandblood]

“He’s supposed to be a fucking psychopath, but if you want, I can call him. You might be worth a psychopath.“

@mysteriomanifesto​

     “Well, don’t threaten me with a good time. I’ll take the psychopath over poster-boy ‘hero’ any day of the week.”

Though, credit where it’s due, it’s a convincing enough ruse.

[elsableda]

[wolfedmunds]

MR ROBOT SENTENCE STARTERS.

SEND A SENTENCE, OR SEND ✉ FOR A RANDOM STARTER!

SWITCH PRONOUNS / DESCRIPTORS AS NECESSARY. SENTENCES FROM SEASON ONE; NO SPOILERS. 125 SENTENCES TOTAL.

People people are all just people, right? When it gets down to it, everyone’s the same.

I have to be crazy because that didn’t just happen, right?

I’m exhausted with this world.

I want you to be where you belong, here with me.

They’re following me and they’re probably following you too.

I really don’t want to talk about this right now.

I’m okay with it being awkward between us.

Look in the mirror. See that badass bitch? That’s the only person you should ever worry about.

Think about it. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a shit.

I don’t know what your grand plan is, but I need to, and you’re going to tell me.

Don’t stay mad at him too long, kiddo.

Look at me. Look at this person who loves you so much he would die a happy man right now just ‘cause he had this.

I think this is a perfect fucking volume!

Please, you don’t have to be angry at yourself any more.

Trust me, I need you now more than ever.

Can I kiss you?

I’m gonna have to let him hug me, aren’t I?

I mean, you say it all the time yourself, there’s casualties in every revolution.

Do you want to get high and watch your favorite movie?

We need to clean up and get the hell out of here.

We are finally free. We are finally awake.

True courage is about being honest with yourself. Especially when it’s difficult.

Stop thinking about something else when I’m talking to you.

Why wouldn’t I know where you live?

Here’s what I need from you first. So I’m gonna pull down my pants, and then I’m gonna need you to take that pouty mouth of yours and swallow up my balls.

Did you not get my texts last night? I sent you exactly 13 of them.

You are turning out to be a grave disappointment.

I understand what it’s like to be different. I’m very different too.

There is something seriously wrong with you.

You didn’t commit to the sacred pact you’d formed.

Technically what we’re doing might be considered illegal.

What did you hope to accomplish by doing all of this?

Find someone you can be your honest self with, okay?

Are you blackmailing me?

Compliments make me uncomfortable too.

There was a moment that led you to this point right now. My only advice to you is find that moment, understand it. It’s the only way to reconcile this this failure with yourself.

There is a part of you. Somewhere deep down inside, that knows this is the right thing to do.

We are all together now, whether you like it or not.

I only have 48 twitter followers, but it’s growing.

I mean, this, us? Being here? This has beautiful meaning.

Next time, don’t ask. It’s lame.

I felt the world was a little better off knowing he wasn’t in it anymore.

The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.

She needs to avoid dickheads like you in the future.

You have no time to pull off whatever it is you think you’re doing.

He cares what you think about him, even though he probably hates that he does.

Between you and me, I was glad he killed himself.

What is it about society that disappoints you so much?

The douche I was dating proposed to me, can you believe? I mean, what an asshole.

You and I both know I’m crazy. Not the cute kind either.

Personally, man, I was hoping it was just gonna be some BDSM stuff.

Tell me you’re not getting back together with him.

Don’t let me down, okay?

Exciting time in the world right now.

Did you know the origin of “brave” evolved from “savage”?

Didn’t I say that if you walked away, you were no longer a part of this?

Instead of wasting any more of my time, I need you to go call someone that matters, because you don’t.

How do we know if we’re in control? That we’re not just making the best of what comes at us, and that’s it?

Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century.

Don’t ever make decisions when you’re on morphine.

For the last month, I have seen you slip into old patterns, old behaviours. What is going on?

Sometimes the universe aligns perfectly.

I’m good at reading people. My secret: I look for the worst in them.

Is there anyone here who can communicate with this woman?

Clearly, this is tragic, but unfortunately work goes on.

He’s supposed to be a fucking psychopath, but if you want, I can call him. You might be worth a psychopath.

Good news! I scored the last bag of Twinkies from the store.

I want a way out of loneliness.

I hate when I can’t hold in my loneliness.

It’s so strange. I really miss us. I never thought I’d have to.

Spoken like a true capitalist.

I suppose a bullet through the brain is peaceful in its own right.

You are acting like we’re walking towards doomsday here.

I feel like things have been awkward between us.

Hello, friend? That’s lame.

How do you not blow your brains out being married to him?

He’s just gonna get away with it? You can’t go back to him.

Continuously getting legitimate refills isn’t realistic, and neither is being a junkie.

There she is. A ray of sunshine in the dark void of my existence.

You’re the one constant in a sea of variables.

I am not here to help you find purpose in your life.

So anyways, this should fry anything and everything to a crisp.

Well, sorry, but there’s no take-backs, so.

I feel embarrassed every time I think about what happened.

What kind of game are we playing?

Hello again. Long time no - whatever it is we do. I missed you.

You’re supposed to be my god.

I know this looks bad, but I’m sure there’s an explanation.

Happy to pull my dick out for you, if that’s your thing.

If I were you, I wouldn’t have even let me in the house.

I wish we already knew each other. Would make this feel less awkward.

The new family that just moved in is so weird, especially the dad.

We might just want the same thing, and I need to be involved.

Somehow when you’re eight, running away can be fun.

It feels like we’ve just been rearranging chairs on the goddamn Titanic.

Please, listen to me. I will never leave you. I will never leave you alone again.

Last time we hooked up, we agreed to check politics at the door.

They won’t shut up about how great America is.

I want to talk to you about everything, just not tonight, okay?

The whole nation of Ireland makes my dick soft.

Don’t put this on me, okay? This is a shit show and you gave me no time to do it right.

Have some moral fiber and leave their asses.

I know you have a lot to be angry about, but keeping it to yourself and staying quiet like you’re doing it’s not going to help you.

You know how much this means to me.

I mean, hell, everyone’s destroying the planet beyond the point of no return.

I want it so bad it makes my dick hard.

Unfortunately, we’re all human. Except me, of course.

We’re all living in each other’s paranoia.

I am a menace to society!

I’ll take her, but let the record show I was trying to be a good wingman.

You don’t even know why you’re crying.

Dude! Jesus Christ! I am naked, asshole! Don’t stare at me!

I mean, aliens didn’t invade our planet. Zeus didn’t come out of the heavens to destroy us. Zombies haven’t risen from the dead.

Don’t talk your way out of a compliment.

Pssh, y’all have gone and misplaced your collective minds.

I sometimes watch you on your webcam.

Yeah, who am I kidding? I love compliments.

You ever think you deserved it?

Hey, man, I gotta tell you I had sex with your mom this morning, and it was fantastic.

The world itself’s just one big hoax.

If they lock me up, the kind of door they close don’t matter.

You promised me that you were gonna try this time.

People walk around, act like they know what hate means. No one does, until you hate yourself. I mean truly hate yourself. That’s power.

I think I’m pretty fucking far from okay.

We are malicious and hostile. We do not compromise.

[allmymetaphors]

i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it