ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴏɴ ɢᴀsᴏʟɪɴᴇ.

[nameknown-blog]

       well, actually —                               tssdsalad was my personal favorite.

[luckygiirl-blog]

"I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."

           ❛         no, i’m doing this for my own benefit. 

claire claims not to being a saint,some sort of PIOUS deity. but she has her morals,her beliefs. and claire, for the most part stayed firm. she was not easily swayed, wouldn’t do something she didn’t BELIEVE in. it had to be worth it, it had to be good. doesn’t know about god, about religion — but she knows goodness.

it has to be enough. 

           ❛                  what does it tell you, then? 

curiosity killed the cat, but claire hated those. 

[dailydaredevil]

[luckygiirl-blog]

xanabiosis:

      ★ █ :  A  crick of a smile twitches at the edge of his lips, and he glances down       to her, gripping the hilt of his pistol tightly. Truth be told, he is also nervous.       He  avoids  bringing civilians into battle, the thought of her blood being shed –       innocent and poured from a good heart – it made his muscles tense with fear.       But she was strong, and full of spirit, thus he comforted her with a vague grin:

                       ❛ With–any luck, you’ll…be help-ing him…after this.  ❜

there IS something comforting in his grin — at the very least, everything is FINE enough that he can toss some jokes, right? RIGHT? still, claire stays close, keeps her body half-poised behind him. she’s not stupid, and she is NO martyr. not right now, at the very least. any sort of protection is welcomed.

                 ❛                    are you usually this hopeful? 

[luckygiirl-blog]

         «           avocadoisms  liked for a starter.

         ❛            you better have a good reason for being here at two in the morning.                                 and i’m hoping, PRAYING,  it doesn’t mean you’re half dead again. 

she’s trying to hope that the fact that he made it up to her window meant she wouldn’t need the thread and needle tonight. she’s tired, doesn’t trust her hands.   (  that’s a lie. claire’s ALWAYS steady. )

[luckygiirl-blog]

starter call?

[crimsondeath]

'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. ❞

[luckygiirl-blog]

degeneris:

             ❛  i did have it. for a second. frankie gave it to me when he saw who i was. see, me and him go way back. also, i hear this is where masked vigilantes come to get all fixed up when their boo-boos turn into something that can make them dead-dead. so, you? me? a carton of… shrimp fried rice and a hole in my chest that won’t seem to close?  ❜

                   (  ONE DAY , CLAIRE , YOU’RE GOING TO OPEN THE DOOR                      TO THE WRONG KIND OF GUY — NOT JUST A WEIRD ONE. ) 

there’s a moment of SILENCE where she contemplates saying wrong apartment, closing the door, making her OWN dinner. but claire can already see it — the sticky DRIPDRIPDRIP from his chest, staining her welcome mat. 

this isn’t her JOB. she doesn’t want to be a nurse by day, nurse by night. she wants cheap red wine and reruns of her favorite show. alone. she’s not BUYING his jokes, cheap laughs, keeps her mouth firm. plush lips tight. this isn’t her FIRST rodeo with a weirdo. sad to say, but matt wasn’t even her first. at least this guy doesn’t ACTUALLY have his mask on. 

don’tdoitdon’tdoitdon’tdoit—

                           ❛               on the couch. you owe me a welcome mat.

hands hover on the IN CASE he can’t walk alone, falls flat on her floor.

[netflixdefenders]

[luckygiirl-blog]

netflixdaredevil:

I’m the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage.

[luckygiirl-blog]

          «            degeneris​ liked for a starter.

         ❛              ––––––––––––

           ❛               you definitely don’t have my takeout. 

[luckygiirl-blog]

daringdevil:

          she tramples his wantonness, crumples his brow downtrodden. a ruby, cherry juice sliver BREAKS across the bridge of his nose.  he doesn’t have to smell spare change to be able to taste the iron singing down to his gut like rotting car parts. the pain digs deep in battered, splinter-sharded bones misaligned, in the minutia of firework capillaries busting beneath the skin && he can hear blood leaking out of flagging tears.  he drags a thumb over it.  

&& his wince pinches his cheeks, opens the slice of rent skin further, spills more red.  

it’s hard to stay away when he can still feel the warmth of her lips on his, when her fingertips are so cool && soothing over the muscles that plate his body like a flimsy armor               

❛  i think that’s my line.  ❜  he tries for charming again, teeth peering out from an attempted smile.  groaning shifts, tectonic, && he exposes the slots of his ribs to show her a riverbed                                   of ripped skin.  ❛   two stitches should be enough.   ❜

              ❛                    jesus — 

more of an EXHALE than a word, truly. claire’s seen the rips and tears of his body, the puckered edges of scars and marks. she knows the grooves of his skin more than MOST, by now. probably. when trying to appear  normal, one doesn’t want to showcase the memories etched onto skin. for a moment, she trails the pads of her fingers over the bumps of his abdomen, up to sternum. an un- conscious touch — reassuring. he’s still ALIVE. somehow, this idiot of a man keeps getting back up. 

the thought of him never coming back scares her. claire’s already in too deep. 

hands pull away as though she’s burned, his world-on-fire bleeding out through his skin. swallows, bites at her mouth, tongue. SILENCE. not that she needs to speak for him to understand her. there’s no such thing as PRIVACY when matt’s around.

               ❛                 if you say so. but you’d better tell me now, because if you                                           pass out in an hour from blood loss, i’m leaving you on my floor.

ANOTHER lie. they fall easily from her mouth — at the very least, claire can take advantage of the fact that he KNOWS. 

                ❛           and would you STOP that? all the shifting. sit still, for once.                                           there’s nothing to run from in here. 

[luckygiirl-blog]

daringdevil:

          ❛  foggy would be happy to hear that. ❜  his voice hitches on the HOOK of her finger at a split seam.  pulling in a breath, coughing out a laugh —- it yanks the two sides open where her stitches pucker, tighten… his grimace ripples swollen cheek flesh already ripening to be firm to the touch, HOT beneath his fingertips. matt twists, upends his bottlebrush chin for her attention.  ❛  he has this whole thing about me getting the girl              ❜  

sticky, he swallows; his smile falters && rebounds like a boomerang. 

                                  ❛  not everyone gets a happy ending; do they?  ❜

     ❛         yeah ? let him know from me. 

no apology offered — the stitching HAD to be done. claire presses a cool palm over the wound, though, a SILENT comfort. an attempt. shushes him when he laughs, reprimand laced in the sound. she doesn’t look at him, though, even when she knows he wants her to. the shift of his face, tipped towards her. can’t, can’t. she CAN’T. he looks like a kicked puppy, probably. claire falls for it EVERY TIME. 

getting the girl. maybe, but — but that girl isn’t her. 

      ❛ i’ll let you know if i ever figure it out. got any more injuries ?             i can’t smell copper in the air. 

a quick topic change is cowardly, but claire’s just trying to keep this as NORMAL as they ever were. 

[luckygiirl-blog]

daringdevil:

❛  does that make you immune to my charm? ❜

            ❛         absolutely.

she’s lying through her TEETH, knows he knows. figures he can tell that she doesn’t care, either. fingers finish threading the needle through the soft skin of his shoulder ; careful, careful. 

             ❛           someone  has to be, right? 

[luckygiirl-blog]

daringdevil:

❛  you really do have a lovely voice. ❜  

         ❛      you have to say that. i’m the one FIXING your ass. 

[marvelsdefenders]

[luckygiirl-blog]

i have a PhD in getting myself into really bad situations 

[eyeconttact]

                        sorry if i smell like dead people.