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ghcstbarnes:

bucky grinned with pride as he hugged her back, unable to help a small chuckle leave his lips as he pulled away. “can i get that down on paper for when you eventually go through your moody teen phase? ‘cause i’m gonna remind you of it forever.” he crossed his arms before nodding at the bar again. “you did good, kid. wanna go again?”

really - they could’ve been doing anything. debbie would have been just as happy spending time with her dad if they were sitting in silence across from each other at the breakfast table, or playing ping pong. half of it was pride in herself, happiness in him helping her. but the other half was just appreciation for having one parent who cared enough to be there. “oh - sure you can! but i’d like to raise that to a friendly wager: bet’cha a dollar, that’ll never happen!” course, she didn’t know what she was talking about. no one could ever know the future, and debbie was likely to be just as affected by every teens fatal need to be the worst - but she couldn’t imagine it, just yet. “can you show me how to do something different? like-” she looked around, every inch still hyped up about what she’d just accomplished, until she located something she didn’t even know the NAME of- “like THAT thing!”

#pls its perfect and i lov him and u #「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#bucky barnes #i cant believe i forgot i made thi s gif i coulda used it in my lasT reply sksks #i hate that she doesnt even kno what a chest press is called

starspanglcdman:

@debcrahs // x. // “Everything was slower in the old days. Because they didn’t have enough to do so they had to slow things down”

“is that—really what you think about the 30′s? that—” he gives a surprised laugh at deborah’s statement. “that there wasn’t much to do so everything was slower. well. can’t really argue with you there. but then again, it was the depression. soup lines were awful and incredibly slow. but not fun. does waiting in line count as something to do?”

“of course, it’s not what i think-” actually, it very much was, but now that she feared she might have somewhat offended him, she was quick to backpeddle, “i was just putting a voice to an opinion my history shared! that’s all! she said that just, like, in general, things used to be WAY slower, cause of...- cause they didn’t have stuff to do.” she flashed a smile, overcompensating a little bit now she felt bad. “i guess they do. it’s kinda wild that they were, like, an actual thing way back when - and that you lived THROUGH it! do you remember the last years of prohibition?”

#steve rogers #「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」

onelcved:

‘ … UH – yeah sure. of course i do !!! what else would i mean – definitely not want i just said .. . ‘ her laughter echoes in the pause / her nerves almost tangible. she knew she got things wrong all the time, people pointed them out to her all the time … including her roommate. ( not that she would change ANYTHING about their relationship. ) nervousness melts away and joins in harmony with debbie’s / the ball of anxiety clutched at her heart unravelling when it was just the two of them to bask in her mistakes. ‘ perfect !! ugh. you are such a life saver. not the sweet, you’d be a higher class of sweet if you were a sweet. the KING of sweets.’

“mhm - of course you did, mel,” smiling kindly back at her, debbie wasn’t the sort of person to let her just wallow in that awkwardness - doing her best to try and assure her it was more easily done than one might imagine with a sweetly said, “it’s such an easy mixup. my science teacher writes it on the board all the time!” it didn’t matter if she DIDN’T. only she knew the truth of that, and if a little white lie made someone feel any better... then it wasn’t bad at all. “so, like- the reese’s of sweets? is that at a ROYAL level? or...- is reese’s not cool anymore? are york’s the king of sweets? can anything ever really be the king?”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#melody storm moon

jeezperseus:

he nods, very serious still, though smiling through it, making him look a bit mad in an offhanded way. ❝ that’s, like, the thing though, my pretty friend, ❞ he leans forward, and ‘ bops ‘ her right on the nose before leaning back, ❝ it’s totally for you to decide. most of my life i went with the later version, though. i think i’m gonna start trying the former, though. that’s the beauty of it. it’s great. but whatever you decide, i support you, because i’m a gorgeous human and great friend. ❞

it wasn’t perseus’ smile that inspired one of her own - though there was something about the way it sat upon his lips that would have - but the boop to her nose that came when she LEAST expected it. not even the strongest of people could have held out against one of those, and deborah’s whole expression went from very much confused to helplessly entertained in a SECOND. “so what you’re really saying, here, is that your advice is VERY versatile,” she paraphrased, showing even more teeth at the descriptors he used for himself ( he wasn’t wrong ). “i like it. it’s, like...- either way you take it, it works for everything! i’ll cherish this forever, percy - which i think means you really ARE a great friend.”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#perseus xavier lehnsherr

me abt my own character every time i write her:

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * i hate ross geller ― ooc. 」#a shitpost tag.

ghcstbarnes:

“c’mon, debs. you’re doin’ great you just gotta focus a little more.” he nodded, standing behind her as he spotted her, only intervening and lightly grabbing the bar with his metal arm for support when she seemed shaken. “gently does it, i’m here, alright? s’not gonna squish you any time soon. you’re gonna be the strongest gal around, trust me.” he laughed, loosening his grip just slightly so he wasn’t taking all of it.

her dad was great. debbie caught herself thinking that at LEAST eight times a day, and this was the most recent appearance of the thought. panic that she might end up crushed would have otherwise pushed her into using her powers and taking control of the bar, that way, but with his helping hand, debbie managed to push through that initial instinct. with a nod to him, and a tiny, humorous, “there’s really not much between strongest and flattest, dad”, the red head’s arms relaxed their shaking enough for her to slowly lower the bar, back to its holding points - with her only realizing as she popped it back into place that he’d been taking a bit less of the weight than she thought. “hey- i did that!” sliding out from underneath and straightening up, again, she knew she still couldn’t take all the credit- and in her bout of happiness, her VERY first thought was to give him a quick, warm hug- “you’re the BEST, dad!”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#bucky barnes #:pure:

jeezperseus:

@debcrahs / closed starter !

❝ i can’t give you like professional advice, deb, ❞ he says, raising both eyebrows empathetically and giving her his classic big grin, ❝ but i can give you advice based on my life, which is: fuck anything and everything. ❞

she had herself well prepared for some life changing advice - but what she DIDN’T have herself prepared for was what actually came from his mouth. her expression suddenly clouding in confusion, debbie opened and closed her mouth a couple times before she found her voice, attempting to clarify- “percy, d’you...- do you mean fuck everything, it doesn’t matter, or- or- fuck everything, like... everything that moves? that advice isn’t clear, i- i don’t wanna get that wrong, in the future.”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#perseus xavier lehnsherr #hi i love it

danielthorson:

‘ you have no idea what your friendship means to me. ’ @debcrahs

While Daniel was initially taken aback by the sentiment of his friend’s statement he tried his best to repress his shock, instead allowing a smile to spread across his face as he came to a stop next to her. “Are you just saying that because I’m the only person who knows how you like your tea?” he asked with a laugh as he held out her cup. He knew her statement was more than that- and no words could ever describe how much it meant to him. “I love you too Deb,” he responded with a small smile as he moved to drape his arm around her shoulders. “So- what do you want todo today?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side- “Play Scrabble? Watch all of the Indiana Jones movies? Give Bifrost a bath?” he began to laugh as he continued to list suggestions- knowing full well that whatever they decided on would be an adventure.

“hey, you’re not the ONLY one.” she protested with a laugh, taking the offered styrofoam cup and immediately snuggling into his side, knowing that no matter what she said on the contrary, they both knew the truth. of everyone in her life, danny was the only one who really cared for the small details, like her tea preferences. all the small added up to something big, something real, and when debbie said that she cared for him, and that their friendship mattered to her - she meant it from the bottom of her too warm heart. not many people got to say that their ex was their best friend. debbbie considered herself the luckiest girl in the world, for that. “last time we bathed your devil dog-” she said that with a lot of love, “i ended up more wet than HE did! we need to do something that won’t end in disaster, but is also something new.” the pointed look that she gave him over her cup as she took a deep gulp read clear enough: there’d be no rewatching of all the indiana jones movies, either. “we should at least head into town, and find something to do there!”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#daniel thorson

msarcheron

“Wasn’t my proudest moment”.

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#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * her strategy was one of cheerful cluelessness ― insp. 」#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * we make a good team ― danny. 」

thedj-barnes:

“So?” As long as DJ got the point across, the way she said it didn’t really make a difference. “I still don’t know what your talking about. Why does it matter whether or not I phrased my confusion as a question?”

"you said you had a question. it’s misleading, dj, i-” had to stop being pedantic. it was one of many bad habits that debbie had picked up over the years. “all i wanted was to tell you what i taught rizzo to do, but forget it. helena’ll listen later.” probably. she hoped.

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#dj barnes #rizzo is one of her pet rats

blackpink

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#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * flowers in her hair and dirt on her knees ― visuals. 」#ive seen an angel

thedj-barnes:

“Wow. That is really cool. One quick question; I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

“that’s...-” a crease appearing in the middle of her forehead, debbie’s lips turned down and for just a moment, she abandoned whatever she’d been talking about in favor of pointing out- “that wasn’t a question, dj.”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#dj barnes #q

scorchmarkd:

‘ wait — it doesn’t ? ‘ eldilja pauses scrolling through her phone ; golden hues glancing up, it’s a genuine confusion on her face, lips pulling slightly into a pout, shifting then to a somewhat uncertain smile that doesn’t quite sit on her face just right. ‘ i mean, i always deserve a reward, and it’s a struggle enough to not just fill water bottles with tequila constantly but …. ‘ she trails off, momentarily distracted again by her phone, ‘ – it’s, the effort that counts right ? baby steps or …. some bullshit like that ? ‘

“i think you can only say ‘i’m sober!’ if it’s.. a continuous thing. i don’t think sobriety allows for breaks.” she kept saying she thought - yet her voice betrayed that even with as confident a statement as that, deborah wasn’t comfortable in sharing her opinion. she wished that she could be - she wished things could just be black and white - but they couldn’t. “you...- you fill water bottles with tequila? that’s a lot of tequila to be drinking in one go, are you- okay?”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#eldlilja da costa #q

queenoparkrow:

Giving the girl an exagrated bow, Laura smirked up at Deborah with a look that only meant trouble. “Oh I got more where that came from. Let’s see.” Clearning her throat, Laura clasped her hands behind her back and slowly made her way accoss the room. “Paragon, a school unlike any other. Where it’s totally fine by the administration for a rich hero snob offspring to do bad shit like smoke and drink illegally, but when a villians kid or mutant who just wants to pass math sneezes and asks for a tissue they are sent to questioning immediately.” Saying this with a no nonsense tone, Laura raises a single finger, you can guess which, into the air. “Paragon, where you’re fucked if you do as they say and fucked if you don’t .”

debbie liked this girl. anyone would have been able to tell that much, at least, from the way that her grin had broken wide and her eyes danced as she looked to her, watching the act that she put on. deborah had always been a rabbit hearted girl who wished to be a lion - laura was putting word to things that she had only ever been able to THINK, and her passion was infectious. “paragon, where they...” she thought, hard, knowing that nothing she could ever follow up with could be as good, but wanting to TRY, “where the only REAL difference between hero and villain kids in the schools eyes are whether they’re registered or not. where you don’t matter, unless you DO.”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#laura todd #q

shiftinganger:

It felt, at times, that Helena was born angry. Maybe she had been. It wasn’t like she had any clue who her biological parents were, other than that they were probably mutants. Maybe they’d been just as angry about the way mutants were treated as she was. (She wanted to met them so badly as a child, to see eyes the same unnatural color of her own, and to find some sort of explanation about who she was. In recent years, that mattered less. But she couldn’t quite shake the sense that she needed to know something, anything about her DNA.) She’d grown used to her anger, seemingly always there in the pit of her stomach, and she was used to the violence she grew accustomed to. She turned to her sister, “He didn’t mean it, are you serious?” A scoff left her lips. “Asshats like that are rarely joking, and even when they are, they deserve to have their nose broken.” Still, she made no move forward, sticking by her sister’s side.

when debbie thought of her sister, she thought of red. she associated the girl at her side with fire and flame, wrath and destruction - some barely contained catastrophe ready to ensnare anything in it’s path, just waiting to happen. she looked up to helena just as much as she worried about her, and feared her. she wished that she could be like her, just as much as she wished that she never fell on the other’s bad side. “whether he meant it or not-” they both knew, he had, “he was aiming it at me, ‘lena. not you. and i’m fine.” or she was, at least, as fine as she needed to be to brush it off. “dad...-” she hesitated, not sure whether it would be right to say, or fair, before she threw caution to the wind, “dad wouldn’t be happy, if you got in another fight, or broke someone’s nose. he’s going through enough right now, after everything with steve.”

#hello i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attackd by the top part of ur reply #romy : sweats #「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#helena barnes #q

mutanthacker:

Piper rolled her eyes. “It’s not impossible. Like you said, no one would care if you weren’t nice all the time. The world doesn’t reward nice.” She picked up the final book, handing it to the girl. “So why not?”

“thanks,” debbie mumbled, choosing to reply only to piper’s actions for a long moment. her words were more difficult. she herself wasn’t very good with them, or voicing her own opinions, or being anything other than soft - she envied those that were capable of more as much as she feared them. “i don’t know,” she shrugged, softly, and straightened up - books held more securely, bag back to swinging at her shoulder, “i’ve just...- i’ve been like this my whole life. it’s hard to imagine being more like... like you.” and she doesn’t say it with offense intended. in fact... there’s just a hint of awe.

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#piper taylor #q

onelcved:

‘HEY – ‘ petal pink lips blooming a toothy smile , ‘ do you have any chocolate on you ? i don’t know, but i’ve heard chocolate always make you feel better because it makes the brain release the orphans.’ ;

“you- you mean endorphins?” she tried not to laugh - she really did, because laughing made it seem like she MIGHT have been making fun of melody, and she would have never done that - but it was IMPOSSIBLE not to at least crack a smile at her friend, and that quickly became a chuckle, which even more quickly became something she tried stifled in her sleeve. after a long minute ( it was really hard to stifle ), debbie nodded, sliding the chocolate bar she’d been munching quietly on behind her textbook across the table towards her roommate, “this good enough?”

#「･ﾟ ♕ ･ * ― convos. 」#melody storm moon

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