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Normalcy is not overrated. Independent Violet Parr from Disney's The Incredibles.

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Ksenia Solo/Norman Reedus (requested by katerina-melekov)

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piraticalshit started following you

Wow I see you changed your url. Good choice.

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myricds:

           ❛   well, that’s perfect ——this is more of a behind-the-scenes kind of job.   ❜   natasha wasn’t looking for a partner in the field —she preferred to work alone whenever possible. what she needed was someone she could rely on to work on things in the background. true, SHIELD had been the one to pass parr’s name over to the black widow, but this job wasn’t mandated by them. it was more of a ——personal project.   ❛   what you can do for me is clear your schedule for the next week — we’re going to rome.   ❜

        “Rome? Can I ask why? Or what you need me for then?” She might have become more of an ‘act now, questions later’ kind of person in her adult life, but jumping ship across the planet was going to raise a few flags in Violet’s mind. Sure, she’ll help out; it’s her and her family’s besetting sin to always make themselves accessible and aid others, but she’d like to know what she’s doing and why beforehand, if possible. “Schedule’s cleared, no problem. I just finished the last project they had me on.”

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@her28thyear​ gets a starter because.

       “I can’t believe you’re arresting me when it wasn’t me this time.” Not that it might not be next time but, for once, she was innocent of any wrong-doing. It wasn’t as though there was any proof, but she really did hate the beds in the jail, not to mention her frequent cell mate Leroy, who was, nine times out of ten, in for disorderly conduct the same night she gets caught. “At least tell me it’ll be a solo night in the cells. I can’t listen to another night of drunken Leroy’s hospital stories.”

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waffles or french toast, blueberries or raspberries, apple juice or orange juice, hot tea or hot coffee, honey or sugar, iced or lukewarm water, steak or fish, sweetened or black tea, mangoes or kiwi, breakfast or dinner, candy or chips

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              “I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of agent, actually.” SHIELD had full disclosure of her powers, whether she’d intended it or not, she was sure, so it wasn’t a big secret what she was capable of. She preferred not to be a part of the action, feared for her life most of the time more than she wished to offer help. She wasn’t that strong, as far as she was concerned. Still, it wasn’t a good sign when someone like the Black Widow decided to pay her a visit. “So I’m not sure what I can really do for you here.”

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You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.

Eliza Crewe, Crushed (via quoted-books)

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                The more invisible you try to make me, the more powerful I become.

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                                    && everyday people do everyday things                                                  but i can’t be one of them

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Beginning || Synlet

Pencil scrathing at sheets of paper, fingers clacking along the keyboard that sat before him, Buddy Lionel Pine hadn’t looked up from his work in what felt like days. He had poured all of his thoughts and effort into his projects, never once bothering to check to see how long he had been sitting in his office chair. He had deadlines to meet, plans to follow, ideas to draw up - and nothing was going to stop him from meeting the goals he, as well as the NSA, had set up for him.

“Damnit, no, that’s not right…” the redhead mumbled to himself, bringing his eraser harshly down onto the paper that sprawled upon his desk. Blueprints for his latest invention had been drawn up on them, an idea that he and other NSA agents had come up with a few months prior. It was an enhancement type of gadget, one that would help strengthen the powers of the Supers who were signed with the National Supers Agency. Some of Buddy’s colleagues believed that such an invention was impossible - but such a statement only encouraged the genius to come up with a solution. And, after weeks of planning, drawing up shematics, working out the physics, science, and inner workings of it all, a basic sketch was finally being realized.

That would certainly make people think twice about ever doubting him and his abilities.

Of course, just his luck, the instant his pencil was about to meet with the paper once again, his office phone gave a sudden ring. It was at this moment that Buddy, finally, glanced at the clock. His bloodshot eyes took note of the time, realizing that he hadn’t left his office in nearly sixteen hours.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Buddy leaned back in his leather chair, his large hand reaching forward and hitting the “speaker” button of his phone.

“Pine.”

“Mr. Pine, Rick Dicker is in the office today. He wants to discuss the status of your petition.”

Silence rushed over the office, a chill running up Buddy’s spine. He had sent a request to the head agent of the NSA over a year ago. Now they were ready to discuss it? Why? Was this good or bad?

Not wanting to think too much into it, Buddy calmly replied, “Thank you, Cassandra. Meeting in his office, I’m guessing?”

“As usual, sir. I’ll have a cup of coffee sitting on your desk for you when you come back.”

Giving his secretary a quick thank you, Buddy quickly ended the call, his hand immediately moving to brush the hair from his face. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Despite working nearly three years with the NSA, he knew that hardly anyone within the agency trusted him. After everything he had done to all those Supers so many years ago? How could he blame them? He still had a hard time trusting himself these days. But this - this would change all that. If this request went through, then everything would be looking out for Buddy. All of his hard work would pay off.

A flash of raven hair outside the glass walls of his office made the redhead snap back to reality. Carefully standing from his desk, his hand grabbing at his trusty cane, Buddy threw the door open and made his way to the office of Rick Dicker.

He just hoped everything would, finally, go according to plan.

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Violet Parr was not good with villains.  Really, it was a skill she never mastered.  Anyone that had decided to go up against her (or in most cases, her family) had always lost, but usually with very little help from her.  Majorly, her powers were a shield, a buffer to protect her family and, while she enjoyed being useful in that regard, it didn’t seem like enough.  It was a good power to have, especially when saving civilians, but it wasn’t her only power, and it wasn’t even her strongest one.  Keeping in mind that this was quite possibly the most idiotic thing she’d ever endeavored to do, she showed up that day at the NSA, knowing that she was, willingly, putting herself in a position close to a man that had once tried to murder her and her family.  Not that she, initially, was the target.  Past mistakes and wrath against her father had been the catalyst for that particular incident (coincidentally enough that caused her powers to grow stronger and more easily controlled).  She was unknown then, to Buddy Pine. Now, she was almost positive he knew more about her.  Given his position with the NSA, he probably knew more about all Supers, which was putting too much trust into a man that had once tried to slaughter a family and kidnap an infant for evil purposes.  Whatever his intent, his motives, he was wrong, and he certainly had suffered for it. Unfortunately, his survival wasn’t a matter of public record.  Keeping in mind that he had survived a horrific accident that had involved a plane exploding above their house (yet another instance of her powers manifesting quite controlled) with no explanation, she knew her father had searched for an answer and either never found one, or never felt it worth sharing.  They had moved on from that incident, as a whole, a family unit contriving to be something better, something more.  To be the heroes they were BORN to be, despite the obstacles that had been placed before them before Violet was even born.  Not that she had ever really moved on.  She was still angry.  Pretending was easy.  After all, it was just another form of invisibility.  Hide one thing, and it goes away.  Almost. Walking into the NSA that day, she actively chose to avoid talking to anyone.  She was there for a specific reason, after all.  Though she had agreed to do this, she was extremely wary.  It could definitely end badly for her, a vengeful man basically running the show for her while she did the work.  She just wasn’t as confident in his reform as the NSA seemed to be, even if, in regards to this, she hoped they were right. After all, it was her ass on the line now.  And given her hurry (both to get this over with and get out of there as soon as possible), she arrived at Rick Dicker’s office first.  She didn’t have anything else to say to him.  Taking a seat across from him, it was just a waiting game for the vacant seat a few feet from her to be filled.  The sooner they got this over with, the better.

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