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'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts

❝ On your left. ❞ ❝ Don’t say it. Don’t you say it. ❞ ❝ Need a medic? ❞ ❝ You should be ashamed of yourself. ❞ ❝ It’s your bed, right? ❞ ❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞ ❝ I’ll put it on the list. ❞ ❝ I’m sure they have a good reason. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ ❝ You doing anything fun Saturday night? ❞ ❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞ ❝ Too shy, or too scared? ❞ ❝ You seemed pretty helpless without me. ❞ ❝ You want to be a hero? Is that it? ❞ ❝ Well, this is awkward. ❞ ❝ I think that’s overstating things. ❞ ❝ You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you? ❞ ❝ I’m not obliged to do anything. ❞ ❝ It’s called compartmentalisation. ❞ ❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ ❝ I do share. I’m nice like that. ❞ ❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ ❝ We can’t afford to wait that long. ❞ ❝ This isn’t freedom, this is fear. ❞ ❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ ❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ ❝ The world has changed, and none of us can go back. ❞ ❝ Sometimes the best that we can do is to start over. ❞ ❝ I’m here to ask a favor. ❞ ❝ You lose someone? ❞ ❝ What makes you happy? ❞ ❝ If you want, you’re welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement. ❞ ❝ Well, I’ll keep my distance. ❞ ❝ I don’t remember giving you a key. ❞ ❝ My wife kicked me out. ❞ ❝ I didn’t know you were married. ❞ ❝ There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. ❞ ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞ ❝ He told me not to trust anyone. ❞ ❝ Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it. ❞ ❝ It kind of feels personal. ❞ ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna ask you again. ❞ ❝ Bye-bye, bikinis. ❞ ❝ First rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk. ❞ ❝ My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations. ❞ ❝ I have the exact same glasses. ❞ ❝ Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said. ❞ ❝ Kiss me. ❞ ❝ Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I just wondered how much practice you’ve had. ❞ ❝ Nobody special, though? ❞ ❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞ ❝ You just make something up. ❞ ❝ The truth is a matter of circumstance. ❞ ❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞ ❝ You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is. ❞ ❝ Who do you want me to be? ❞ ❝ Who’s the girl? ❞ ❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞ ❝ Want some milk? ❞ ❝ I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can’t tell the difference anymore. ❞ ❝ There’s a chance you might be in the wrong business. ❞ ❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ ❝ I hear the crab cakes here are delicious. ❞ ❝ That is a terrible, terrible idea. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t sure who to trust. ❞ ❝ Your work has been a gift to mankind. ❞ ❝ You shaped the century. ❞ ❝ Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. ❞ ❝ If you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. ❞ ❝ See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues. ❞ ❝ I just kind of wanted to be alone. ❞ ❝ We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. ❞ ❝ I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. ❞ ❝ I don’t know if I can do that. ❞ ❝ I think it’s time you know the truth. ❞ ❝ The price of freedom is high. ❞ ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞ ❝ You smug son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ ❝ Are you sure you’re ready for the world to see you as you really are? ❞ ❝ Did you get my flowers? ❞ ❝ You’re the best and the most ruthless person I ever met. ❞ ❝ You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look. ❞ ❝ I had a big breakfast. ❞ ❝ Please don’t make me do this. ❞ ❝ Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. ❞ ❝ This is gonna hurt. ❞ ❝ Man, shut the hell up. ❞ ❝ You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you. ❞ ❝ You’re out of your depth, kid. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna fight you. ❞ ❝ You’re my friend. ❞ ❝ You’re not going to put me in a prison. ❞ ❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞ ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞ ❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞ ❝ This is the age of miracles. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞

#meme tag.

hello there! do you interact with ocs?

hi there! :) yes i do!! only thing i ask is that they aren’t siblings to the winchesters, as that’s a personal pet peeve of mine.

#ooc.#ask.

thursdaysxsoldier

deancas; in vignettes

Sooo I wrote a bunch of Deancas vignettes for @keepgrinding ‘s birthday. They’re related to all our RPs and headcanons. ily ash <3

1. bitter silence

Bzzt.

[ This is Cas. I’m not here right now.]

Bzzt.

[This is Cas. I’m not here right n-]

“–Damnit, Cas,” A soft plead, made in the shadow of a bottle.

2. simplicity

The crackling of oil in a pan.

Aroma curling into old, cracked walls.

Withdrawing slumber, a tired shuffle of shirt too big, too thin.

Soft humming, lips still.

Hidden embraces, ruffled hair.

Good Mornings.

Keep reading

#i adore these and you elena #<3 <3 #smooches #treasures tag.

punishrs

-I’m no witch.. -Sure you are. And your pal Rowena is recruiting a new coven, hmm?

#⟨ and i'll love the world like i should. ┃ dean. ⟩#:')

stainedgl4ss

Visit Original Link

Hey Jude // The Beatles Hey Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better

#music tag.#thursdaysxsoldier #♥

justjensenanddean

Dean Winchester | 12x15 Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell

#⟨ and i'll love the world like i should. ┃ dean. ⟩

bloodynovak

graphics collab: vorfrued & bloodynovak

#⟨ and i'll love the world like i should. ┃ dean. ⟩

samxdean

 never let this cruel world steal your spark.

#⟨ sammy close your eyes. ┃ brothers. ⟩

Castiel’s own eyebrows twist in amusement at the smirk playing on Dean’s lips. He shuffles his feet as Dean rearranges his own. “Yes, it could,” he muses, but says no more. Rather, he focuses his attention on the one leading the dance. Was it really a dance? Castiel had watched dances for thousands of years while keeping watch over the earth. Dances were times and moments of celebration, of performance, of power. Time and effort went into dancing, whether it was a large corporate performance, or whether it was a partnership between two people. What were they dancing for? Oh, you loved me ‘cause I’m fragile, When I thought that I was strong Castiel recalls the first time he caught the tradition of the 'first dance’ between a husband and a wife, while on one of this scopes of the earth. He remembers it because he remembers asking another angel in his garrison what they were doing. He remembers this angel, rolling their eyes (figuratively speaking; angels vary on eyes and amount of eyes they may have in their true form), and stating to Castiel that it was to celebrate the beginning of a marriage, a life together between husband and wife, as one. It was the first time Castiel had realised that humans held poetry within themselves. It was something angels lacked. Love is expressed in creativity. Which… answers Cas’ question: They were making love. Castiel’s hand, placed on Dean’s shoulder, slowly slides against the male’s side, until he’s grasping gently at the back of Dean’s shirt. Inevitably it draws Cas closer, against the warmth of his chest, and he keeps his eyes on Dean. “Have you danced before, Dean?”

“Me? Danced? Yeah, sure I have,” he answers a little too quickly, a knee-jerk reaction that’s all careful nonchalance, but still Dean considers the question, of what constitutes this kind of dancing—its candid atmosphere he hasn’t quite acclimated to breathing in yet—and follows up with an honest half-shrug. The closeness of their chests bids his to swell with fondness, so much so that his green eyes that’ve been trained on Castiel’s hitherto falter in their intensity, flicker downward to study the loose threads on the shoulder of Cas’ shirt.

“… just, y’know, different... from this,” he adds with all vagueness intact.

Absent from their dancing is the type of cheap romance that precedes one-night stands—the only kind Dean has known up until now, and it shouldn’t be more terrifying than the monsters in his job description, but somehow it is.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see That you're everything I think I need here on the ground—

Tentatively his hand shifts from Castiel’s waist to the small of his back, his cheek just as hesitantly pressing against Castiel’s temple, and his little smile with its uncertain edge becomes lost in the messy bedhead of Castiel’s hair.

#thursdaysxsoldier #i imagine dean has danced in bar/club settings to woo girls or something #but he's never Slow Danced before #and have it been worth a damn #also look i finally replied !!

subcas

#⟨ and i'll love the world like i should. ┃ dean. ⟩

deanisdarkness

I’ve seen a lot of complaints regarding Dean’s characterization in the last episode –particularity about him being ooc or being gross –and I’ve occasionally disagreed with these complaints. I am not a fan of Perez or his crude humor, but I’m also not a fan of “neat-freak” dean phenomena, so I wanted to make a post to explain my thoughts. (as jumbled as they are)

We tend to associate certain characteristics with certain personalities and professions. We connect book smartness to intelligence, talkativeness to compassion and education to emotional maturity. There is a certain white collar v/s blue collar tension, a certain classism that exists in our minds and in our perception. In our every day outlook.

To me there seems to be two camps when it comes to decoding Dean. One side sees Dean as this redneck gross Neanderthal while other side sees him as this neat-freak, ultra-sensitive person. There are assumptions made –checklists drawn and traits outlined, to define who dean is and to dictate how he must act.

Usually, the redneck gross Neanderthal persona acts as a stand in for the blue collar identity while the ultra-sensitive/feminine neat-freak persona acts as a stand in for white collar identity. Each of these personas comes with specific, rigid, pre-defined characteristics and expectations.

That joke about Dean being gross? that was a push for “redneck” Dean from the writers, which also implied a Dean who wasn’t very bright or interesting. Which is why a lot of Dean fans struggled in accepting “occasional grossness” as part of Dean’s personality. Because, subconsciously, we connect being unclean to being blue-collar and to being not intelligent. This also explains all those Sam fan meta where they describe Dean as this dim, redneck, insensitive person with zero emotional intelligence.

But there can be a middle way, an alternative reading where we don’t automatically connect certain qualities to certain outcomes, where we don’t randomly assign arbitrary meanings to individual characteristics, where Dean can be a redneck (perceived negative quality) and emotionally intelligent, where he can be “not into books” but become an intuitive genius.

Thankfully, Dean, real Dean, is a curve ball, an anomaly. He is too colorful, too different, too vast to ever fit within these stereotypical boxes. He is intelligent without being book smart, he is loving and compassionate without being overly emotional, he is everything and anything. He doesn’t follow the rules, he makes and destroys them on a whim.

Dean, our dean is a study in contradictions, a collection of conflicting layers. He is gross and improper, but he is also a neat freak. He is “no chick flick moments” and manly tears, angry silences and heartfelt embraces, painful memories and childlike enthusiasm. He’ll guard his heart but he’ll eventually let you in, he’ll hold grudges but he’ll also fight the world for you. He’s a killer, but he is also a protector, a lover.

Dean has redefined and reinvented himself multiple times –he has shattered assumptions, changed perceptions and eroded the very boundaries of his personality during this process. He is unconfined and boundless, unapologetic and unashamed. He can’t be restricted and reduced to simple checklists and stereotypes –he forces us to change our perceptions and worldviews just by existing.

#YES #thank u #⟨ so i wield an iron fist. ┃ character study. ⟩