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[propiratey]

         at least the boy still has a sense of       propriety   —

                                     indie elizabeth swann. adored by ophelia. revamped 1.1.2019

[captnshane]

[inplakabl]

@starkunlimited​ 

He’s got questions.  Oh, does he have questions.  He’s not going to ask any of them - he’s pretty sure any answer she gives him on the origin of the swaddled, onesied bundle he’s handed will not be answers he really wants to know - but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s got them.  Why does she have a baby?  Who does this baby belong to, because he’s pretty sure it’s probably not her.  Why is she handing it to him?  Does it have a name?  What does she expect him to do with it?  Where are this child’s parents because - again - he knows it can’t be hers.

It’s distressing, is what it is, but this kid’s by far better off with him holding it than it is her.  He gets his arms situated, feels the kid settle against his chest securely, and make it a point to bore holes in the side of Liz’s head with his eyes, because he knows that she knows that he’s got…Concerns.  Tiny fingers tangle in his shirt over the glow of the arc reactor, and it’s almost unconscious, the way he reaches up and offers a finger instead, where it’s latched on to with gusto.

“So, this is…”  He pauses, asks himself if he really wants to ruin that plausible deniability he has going right now.  ‘Sorry, officer, I have no idea who the baby belongs to, she just handed it to me and bolted.’  What this is is a moral conundrum that he doesn’t have a solution for.  On the one hand, he’s not entirely sure he should, at any point, hand the kid back.  On the other, keeping it without those answers to those questions is morally and ethically questionable.  Probably illegal, too, he’s not entirely sure on that front.

“Liz, where’d you get the baby.  And better yet, why are you handing me the baby.  This isn’t something sparkly you picked up at Barney’s, okay, this is a living, breathing child who-”  Said baby sticks a knuckle of the finger it’s clinging to right in its mouth and bites down in gummy fury.  Great, he’s a teething ring.  “What’s the name, I can’t keep calling it ‘it’.  Especially now that I’m being drooled on.  What the hell are you doing?”

she can already feel the accusations building, and frankly, for someone who likes to involve himself in her life as little as possible, he sure does have a lot of questions. 

“        you can relax, i didn’t steal her. i’m a thief, not a kidnapper.    “ honestly, there were some lines even she wouldn’t cross. as for what she was doing, well, she had hardly thought that through. she like to plan her actions, thoroughly examined a scenario and selected the best course to take, planned contingencies. finding a baby living up in that shack, surrounded by drugs and death-- it had been the very last thing she had been expecting to find and elizabeth couldn’t bring herself to leave her there. maybe she was finally going soft, because this was going to do absolutely nothing for her reputation. it had been pure impulse when she snatched the baby up.

“    suffice to say she didn’t have a home, and whatever family she had is most certainly very very dead    “   possibly her fault, but she very much doubted the sorry excuse for a smuggler would have made a fitting guardian, let alone provided anything like a stable home for the little thing. elizabeth knew approximately nothing about childcare but she was fairly certain they were supposed to be chubbier than this one was. elizabeth had only had her for a day and a half, and she was already looking better-- properly clean and dressed, a touch more color in her cheeks. 

“     her name is sophie.    “ or at least, thats what elizabeth has named her. shockingly, her guardians hadn’t kept much in the way of documentation for the child. 

“      i was     h o p i n g     you could help find her a home or something. you support approximately a million orphanages, i’m sure one has space for her.   “  tony was a bleeding heart-- and also the only person she knew with both the inclination and means to actually be able to help sophie-- so she knew he would at least do      s o m e t h i n g     , and whatever it was would be infinitely better than dying in a shack of neglect, or being trafficked, or whatever horrible fate had been in store for her. 

[deppslove]

[rarerpmemes]

hamilton   /   starter sentences.

[sunthieving]

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’ this kid is insane, man! ’

’ the world’s gonna know your name! ’

’ what’s your name, man? ’

’ there’s a million things i haven’t done. ’

’ just you wait. ’

’ in new york you can be a new man. ’

’ you could never back down. ’

’ you never learned to take your time. ’

’ the world will never be the same. ’

’ pardon me, are you [ name ], sir? ’

’ i’m at your service, sir. ’

’ i have been looking for you. ’

’ i’m getting nervous. ‘

‘ can i buy you a drink? ‘

‘ while we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice. ‘

‘ don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. ‘

‘ you can’t be serious. ‘

‘ you want to get ahead? ‘

‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. ‘

‘ what time is it? ‘

‘ pour me another brew, son! ‘

‘ to the revolution! ‘

‘ good luck with that. ‘

‘ what do you stall for? ‘

‘ if you stand for nothing, [ name ], what’ll you fall for? ‘

‘ who are you? ‘

‘ i am not throwing away my shot. ‘

‘ i’m young, scrappy, and hungry. ‘

‘ with every word i drop knowledge. ‘

‘ i’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. ‘

‘ only nineteen, but my mind is older. ‘

‘ i have learned to manage. ‘

‘ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ‘

‘ don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me. ‘

‘ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ‘

‘ if you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ‘

‘ i think your pants look hot. ‘

‘ what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot? ‘

‘ oh, am i talkin’ too loud? ‘

‘ i promise that i’ll make y'all proud. ‘

‘ rise up. ‘

‘ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. ‘

‘ i never thought i’d live past twenty. ‘

‘ this is not a moment, it’s the movement. ‘

‘ we need to handle our financial situation. ‘

‘ i may not live to see our glory. ‘

‘ i will gladly join the fight. ‘

‘ let’s have another round tonight. ‘

‘ raise a glass to freedom. ‘

‘ remind me what we’re looking for. ‘

‘ i’m looking for a mind at work. ‘

‘ there’s nothing like summer in the city. ‘

‘ your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money. ‘

‘ [ name ], you disgust me. ‘

‘ you want a revolution? i want a revelation. ‘

‘ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ‘

‘ they’re playing a dangerous game. ‘

‘ for shame, for shame! ‘

‘ it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ‘

‘ honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ‘

‘ my dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ‘

‘ i’d rather be divisive than indecisive. ‘

‘ you say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay. ‘

‘ why so sad? ‘

‘ now you’re making me mad. ‘

‘ you’ll be back. ‘

‘ soon you’ll see. ‘

‘ you’ll remember you belong to me. ‘

‘ time will tell. ‘

‘ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ‘

‘ don’t change the subject. ‘

‘ i’ll love you till my dying days. ‘

‘ when you’re gone, i’ll go mad. ‘

‘ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ‘

‘ any hope of success is fleeting. ‘

‘ i cannot be everywhere at once. ‘

‘ i’m in dire need of assistance. ‘

‘ close the door on your way out. ‘

‘ have i done something wrong, sir? ‘

‘ dying is easy, young man. living is harder. ‘

‘ why are you telling me this? ‘

‘ we are a powder keg about to explode. ‘

‘ i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. ‘

‘ where are you taking me? ‘

‘ i’m about to change your life. ‘

‘ this is not a game. ‘

‘ you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied. ‘

‘ you’re like me. i’m never satisfied. ‘

‘ i’ll see you on the other side of the war. ‘

‘ love doesn’t discriminate. ‘

‘ there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya. ‘

‘ i am the one thing in life i can control. ‘

‘ there’s only one way for us to win this. ‘

‘ i’m sorry, is this not your speed?! ‘

‘ can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ‘

‘ my name’s been through a lot, i can take it. ‘

‘ i’m more than willing to die. ‘

‘ look around at how lucky we are. ‘

‘ how long have you known? ‘

‘ you should have told me. ‘

‘ i’m not sorry. ‘

‘ look at where you started. ‘

‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ‘

‘ we don’t need a legacy. ‘

‘ we don’t need money. ‘

‘ no one has more resilience. ‘

‘ i know that we can win. ‘

‘ history has its eyes on you. ‘

‘ immigrants: we get the job done. ‘

‘ so what happens if we win? ‘

‘ the world turned upside down. ‘

‘ do you know how hard it is to lead? ‘

‘ don’t come crawling back to me. ‘

‘ you’re on your own. ‘

‘ i’m dedicating everyday to you. ‘

‘ domestic life was never quite my style. ‘

‘ i’ll be around for you. ‘

‘ i’ll do whatever it takes. ‘

‘ i’ll make a million mistakes. ‘

‘ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ‘

‘ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ‘

‘ why do you write like you’re running out of time? ‘

‘ why do you always say what you believe? ‘

‘ it’s the middle of the night. ‘

‘ is this a legal matter? ‘

‘ you’re making a mistake. ‘

‘ don’t forget to write. ‘

‘ we have to win. ‘

‘ i’ve come home to this? ‘

‘ headfirst, into the abyss! ‘

‘ let’s get to the bottom of this. ‘

‘ so what did i miss? ‘

‘ you wanna pull yourself together? ‘

‘ take a break. ‘

‘ i am on my way. ‘

‘ i’ve got so much on my plate. ‘

‘ it’s good to see your face. ‘

‘ screw your courage to the sticking place. ‘

‘ close your eyes and dream. ‘

‘ there’s trouble in the air, you can smell it. ‘

‘ i hadn’t slept in a week. ‘

‘ i don’t know how to say no to this. ‘

‘ i am ruined. ‘

‘ nobody needs to know. ‘

‘ we oughta give it a try. ‘

‘ talk less. smile more. ‘

‘ hate the sin, love the sinner. ‘

‘ i’ve always considered you a friend. ‘

‘ i swear your pride will be the death of us all. ‘

‘ now is the time to stand! ‘

‘ we’re too fragile to start another fight. ‘

‘ have you an ounce of regret? ‘

‘ ev'ry action has its equal, opposite reactions. ‘

‘ it must be nice
. ‘

‘ i wanna give you a word of warning. ‘

‘ relax, have a drink with me. ‘

‘ why do you have to say goodbye? ‘

‘ i don’t have to tell you anything at all. ‘

‘ do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw? ‘

‘ are my answers to your satisfaction? ‘

‘ rumors only grow. ‘

‘ i wrote my way out of hell. ‘

‘ overwhelm them with honesty. ‘

‘ have you read this? ‘

‘ i came as soon as i heard. ‘

‘ i’m not here for you. ‘

‘ you could never be satisfied. ‘

‘ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ‘

‘ that’s one less thing to worry about. ‘

‘ you ever see somebody ruin their own life? ‘

‘ i saved every letter you wrote me. ‘

‘ i knew you were mine. ‘

‘ you said you were mine. ‘

‘ i thought were mine. ‘

‘ you and your words flooded my senses. ‘

‘ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ‘

‘ you have ruined our lives. ‘

‘ i hope that you burn. ‘

‘ they don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school. ‘

‘ stay alive. ‘

‘ is he breathing? is he going to survive this? ‘

‘ there is suffering too terrible to name. ‘

‘ i never liked the quiet before. ‘

‘ that never used to happen before. ‘

‘ can you imagine? ‘

‘ i know i don’t deserve you, [ name ]. ‘

‘ is there anything you wouldn’t do? ‘

‘ i’ll be damned! ‘

‘ what if this bullet is my legacy? ‘

‘ legacy. what is a legacy? ‘

‘ i’m the villain in your history. ‘

‘ who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ‘

[inplakabl]

“Pain is weakness leaving the body”

wrecc ma girl | @starkunlimited | accepting

1. with a broken arm 

elizabeth scrubs her good hand over her mouth in a halfhearted attempt to staunch the blood leaking from her nose which, by some small miracle, was probably not totally broken. probably. her arm, on the other hand, was most certainly very broken and shooting pain that cut to her core with every little move she made. not that she was making many, huddled on the ground cradling her arm between her knees and her chest. she was trying her best to gather herself, slowly taking deep, shuddering breaths... 

but that was proving far too difficult when every part of her body was thrumming with pain. she was lucky to be alive, she knew. the triggermen were brutes-- she had seen them do much worse with much less cause, and considering all that she had seen she was very very lucky indeed. she can only thank her lucky stars that they didn’t know just how much she had been observing. 

she bites the inside of her cheek, mentally braces herself and pushes to her feet. goodneighbor was rather short on medical staff, but doctor amari was a doctor, so she had to be of some use, right?  it’s slow progress, but she makes her way  out of the alley, towards the memory den. 

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with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

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unwanted sibling

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[rumdaydreams]

[ text to : Dock Girl - 18:22 PM ] Let’s do a movie or something–and takeout.  [ text to : Dock Girl - 18:25 PM ] Thai or Indian? [ text to : Dock Girl - 19:40 PM ] Never mind. 

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[inplakabl]

{    sms  : captain morgan   22:37    }   are you awake?   {    sms  : captain morgan   22:42    }   the restaurants were closed but the liquor store isn’t.  {    sms  : captain morgan   22:43   }     i’ve got rum and suicide squad. 

the day had been too long already but at least this would be something she could enjoy.  the movie-- not her first choice by any means, but the redbox hardly had what one would call a ‘selection’-- the bottle tucked under her arm, the paper bag full of fries and grease would do something to make up for... well a single cause wasn’t so easy to identify so much as the nebula of vague guilt she was feeling. for being unavailable, because every restaurant save for the mcdonalds was closed, for having to sneak around, the fact they couldn’t simply go out, enjoy a proper date... elizabeth ambles slowly down the pier, her feet tender from spending the past five hours in heels she fully intended to chuck directly into a fire at the first available chance. she knocks, silently prays collin would still be awake and sober enough to make it to the door. 

[inplakabl]

:; its a starter call. yall know what to do.

[inplakabl]

ELIZABETH SWANN IS LACKING   :

 a magical girl

 fabulous

 the ability to fly

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[inplakabl]

‘they’ve been quiet. like, uncomfortable post-coitus quiet.’

some fuccin meme | @starkunlimited​

220 years. 220 years and tony stark will be the reason she dies because if he doesnt immediately shut up and stop insinuating that the supermutants that have taken over the abandoned factory are      fucking      she’s going to kill him and then herself. 

“     never ever say those words to me again.     “   she doesn’t even move, continues staring down the scope of her rifle. only tony could have quarter millennium under his belt and still be an absolute five year old.  why did she agree to come again? was being friends with tony stark really worth the emotional and mental damages it entailed?  satisfying her curiosity certainly wasn’t. 

[inplakabl]

@starkunlimited

In which Tony completely ignores her.  Completely.  She sees it as junk, and that’s fair, but, as he stretches an arm into the crack of the flooring of the demolished house, to hook that three pack of duct tape like his life depends on it.  And hell, it actually might.  He knows he’s running a little low on stimpaks, and he can’t imagine she’s looking much better in that department, so she’ll be grateful when and if it comes to a point he has to duct tape her back together again before they can get to a settlement with a doctor.  (”Doctor”, like there’s any real such thing anymore.)

Besides, he can use it to tape her mouth shut, and that idea has far more appeal than it should.

“Listen.”  His voice is strained, as he stretches further, forcing as much of his shoulder into the hole in the busted wood as he can, trying desperately not to think about how bad it can get if he gets splinters stuck in him - nice, tasty radiation-coated splinters.  “You get a say when you’re the one that’s corralling these idiots like cats because they don’t have sense to throw up basic goddamn defenses.  Until then?  Shut-”

His finger hooks it, he gets a grip on it, and with some wiggling gets his arm back out of the hole, holding up his prize, ignoring the bleeding of his knuckles where he’d busted them trying to feel around.  “Got it.  I got it.  Now, are you gonna bitch some more or are you gonna admit I have a point so we can get moving.”

the way this man hoarded she was seriously concerned they might have to stage an intervention for him soon. so she just rolls her eyes-- right, because she’s certain that the pulverized plastic bottles and thoroughly exploded scraps of microchips were      sooooo     valuable-- and turns to watch his sorry backside. they’d already cut down more than a few ferals on their way into this place, and she wouldn’t be surprised if more popped up like the world’s most annoying irradiated weeds. 

since neither option he has presented is to her liking, she opts for a third-- indulging in a long eyeroll and cocking the pistol in her left hand. 

“      i hope you’re not expecting me to carry any of the rubbish you’re collecting.     “    she hadn’t tagged along to play bellhop, and she certainly wasn’t going to haul thirty pounds of broken machinery for him. or at least, not without a copious amount of complaint and at least one bribe. besides, this was tony. she was sure he could sneeze and figure out a way to turn mucus into rubber cement, annoying genius as he was. 

she falls in line behind him, scanning the ruins around them, looking for the slightest motion, or the tell tale snarl of a feral before it launched itself bodily as you walked past. well. not at her. that was perhaps the one perk of her condition. ferals had no interest. succulent humans like one tony stark, on the other hand, were not so fortunate. 

[inplakabl]

rumdaydreams‌:

“ Ever fancy yourself as someone–no, something that looks more nightmare than human? ”   Its a rhetorical question, he doesn’t give her much time to answer let alone parse through what he’s suggested. Rolling onto his side, he grunts as he heaves his shoulder into the damp wood of the dock and rights himself.   “ The taste of blood on my tongue, the smell of leather and ocean, the rage–it all felt real. ”

Roberts stares blankly down at his hand. Dexterous fingers reach out to grasp at the part of his forearm where prosthetic meets scarred skin.   “ And I was him–the monster with the cutlass, the nightmare I’ve been warding off for going on two decades. I was him. ”

Whatever silly drunk bravado he had left seemed to vanish in the following silence. What remained was cruel sobriety–or, at the least, some variation of it. His voice was softer now, as if ashamed of the fit of mania that drive him to contact her and then rave like a madman about a vision.   “ I couldn’t see his face but I knew it was me. Thought maybe if I fashioned myself to look like him I could rid myself of him for good. ”

well she can honestly say that’s never been her experience-- and yet, somehow she understood exactly what he means. a wild, vicious woman haunted her own dreams, sword in hand, and a roar bursting from her chest, her face obscured by a tangle of wind whipped hair and smear of blood. and yet.... that woman filled her with a longing, deeper and more acute than any waking desire and far more intoxicating than the fear that urged her to run. 

it’s quite an idea-- to rid yourself of your demons by becoming them. mayhaps not the best idea, but an idea nonetheless. her own doubts as to the success of the concept aside, he had called her here for aid and she was curious as she was sympathetic to his cause. so she uncaps the eyeliner, a thick black kohl she hardly ever found reason to use. 

“        tilt your chin up.         “    she speaks softly. action would bring far more comfort than any platitude she might try to offer. 

lightly, her fingers find purchase beneath his chin and she adjusts the angle of his head to better catch the dim yellow light stretching out from the warehouses at the base of the docks. 

“     close your eyes.      “    shes hardly a makeup artist, and applying makeup to someone else’s face is a bit tricky. the lines are perhaps a touch too thick, a little uneven on either side-- she uses a finger to smudge them, hiding the shaky lines in the haze. and actually it looks rather good. very good.