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sense8 meme - [2/3] parallels > 1x06 || 2x10
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eldingaesir / THOR
“Still Thor.” He echoed after her, a slight smile curling his lips. It was true, she wasn’t him, she just used the powers that Mjölnir had imbued within it. Those powers still existed in him themselves, as his father had told him. Mjölnir was a focus for them, adding just a bit of power to help coax them out. Thor still retained all of those abilities himself. His smile grew as she trailed her fingers against his cheek, brushing away strands of hair with one hand while the other gave the hand she held a squeeze. Again, his forehead pressed against her own, those bright blue eyes of his closing as he enjoyed the moment of closeness with her. It had been too long. This calmed his heart, as it always had. “Heh, we both know that rest is not my nature.” Not his nature, the words echoed in his own ears. Maybe he had picked up a few things from Loki along the way. He could clearly remember his brother saying something similar.
“I believe all three of us know that,” Jane teases. A finger reaches between the two of them and points directly at the center of Thor’s chest. “Which,” she says, the tip of her finger bouncing off and quickly returning, “Is exactly why you need to. Leave the overworking and staying up all night for me. I’m better at it. It’s one of my many talents as an astrophysicist,” the woman beams. Perhaps she should rest to, but that might be a feat that required the impossible weight of Mjolnir stuck to her chest to get her to do so. It might the same act of divinity for Thor to do the same. “More naps,” she corrects, “They heal the heart.”
wounded taken from the 2005 percival everett book.
i was thinking that i’d be a little lost without you here.
you were having a bad dream.
i never thought i’d need anyone again, but i need you. is that okay?
find something warm, though. you’re going to need it.
this is going to sting a little.
am i dead or do i just feel like it?
if it scares you, it scares you. that’s pretty simple.
i’m going to bed. you go to bed, too.
the problem is that guns are easy. any idiot can use one and any idiot can feel tough with one.
it’s five thirty in the morning.
killing isn’t hard. it only takes a second. it’s what comes after that’s hard.
sorry for running out like a stupid child and causing everybody to worry.
take another breath. let it all out.
you forgot to eat lunch again.
that’s it, we’re going to the hospital.
the people you expected to do the bad thing did the bad thing.
sorry i made you come out there and have to save me.
scary stuff.
you were in bad shape.
it’s a tough time, these holidays.
when you call me son, i almost believe it.
this is all so unreal.
that’s going to eat at me for the rest of the day.
you’re in a world of trouble and that’s what you need to be worried about.
to tell the truth, i’m scared.
my fingers hurt.
don’t worry about that now. let’s just get home.
i’ve got bad news.
it’s okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway.
you’ll slow me down and i’ll be worrying about you.
people live, people die. people split up, people stay together and make each other miserable.
have at it, buckaroo.
put your butt in a chair.
i trust him about as much as i trust any white man with a gun.
makes as much sense as anything.
go grab yourself some lunch.
a little dizzy, queasy all of a sudden.
in other words, get it your damn self.
not bad? whatever happened to “great” or “good”?
you don’t want to understand. you won’t try to understand.
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
“It reminded me of you.”
“No, no, it’s my treat.”
“Come here. Let me fix it.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Have a good day at work.”
“I dreamt about you last night.”
“Take my seat.”
“I saved a piece for you.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“You can have half.”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
“Sorry I’m late.”
“Can I have this dance?”
“I made your favourite.”
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“Watch your step.”
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“You can borrow mine.”
“You might like this.”
“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Just because.”
“Look both ways.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Try some.”
“Drive safely.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“One more chapter.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“It looks good on you.”
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“That’s okay, I bought two.”
“After you.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I like your laugh.”
“Don’t cry.”
“I made this for you.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Is this okay?”
“I picked these for you.”
“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“What do you want to watch?”
“You can go first.”
“Did you get my letter?”
“I’ll do it for you.”
“Call me when you get home.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Have fun.”
“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
“I made reservations.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It brings out your eyes.”
“There is enough room for both of us.”
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“Wow.”
“Happy birthday.”
“I’ll pick it up after work.”
“It can wait until tomorrow.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“It’s two sugars, right?”
“I’ll help you study.”
“Stay over.”
“I did the dishes.”
“You didn’t have to ask.”
“I bought you a ticket.”
“You’re warm.”
“No reason.”
“I’ll meet you halfway.”
“Take mine.”
“We can share.”
“I was just thinking about you.”
“I want you to have this.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Do you want to come too?”
“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
“Is your seatbelt on?”
“Sweet dreams.”
“I was in the neighbourhood.”
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
“The key is under the mat.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re important too.”
“I saved you a seat.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“I noticed.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I believe in you.”
“You can do it.”
“Good luck.”
“I brought you an umbrella.”
“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Be careful.”
And…
100. “I love you.”
I USED TO WANT TO SAVE THE WORLD / DIANA PRINCE FILM + COMIC + HEADCANON BASED AS LOVED BY PAIGE
I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I have to do something / c.
@shethatrescues / CONTINUED
Jane is a blushing mess, watching one of the world’s top execs dancing while the scientist stands with idle swaying and confusion. Dancing had never been for her. Walking up stairs was a miracle in and of itself. Dancing was just out of the question. But she could watch her girlfriend dance and she was content with that. If Pepper was, that would be another story.
A hand manages to catch Pepper by her waist, tugging at her dress to hold the woman close to her. She steals another kiss. Her skin feels flush and warm, like she had another glass of wine.
“You’ve seen me in the lab,” she whispers, “I’d make a terrible dancer.” Her form of dance consisted only of hip swaying and head bobbing, sometimes a twirl if she was feeling graceful. “But I could watch you all day,” she smiles.
stormweathered / THOR
HER TOUCH IS SOFT AND FOND, and it soothes —— if not his worries, precisely, then at least his immediate guilt for waking her. he nods once, leaning against her touch until it disappears, and when she does he scrubs his hands over his face. there’s no true escape from what he is, despite this domesticity that allows him to set it aside now and then.
gods and thunder, fate and prophecy. destiny. his was written in the stars long, long ago.
by the time she comes back in, he’s at least pulled on a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned shirt; his brow furrows down as the hands him the cup. it’s hot, but he doesn’t care; it’s almost bracing in a way. he watches her, blue eyes keen, and dips his chin in thanks. ❛ thank you, jane. ❜
it’s hot, and probably more so than is really comfortable for most to drink, but — well, he’s not human. he’s always appreciated it when it’s too hot for most. he takes a sip, and her offer at least piques some interest and pulls him a bit out of those dreams that feel more like memory.
❛ you always have the best ideas! ❜ he smiles, and it’s warm. ❛ maybe we can find a place that will send pancakes. ❜ because that’s always what he wants for breakfast, given half a choice. ❛ and i am fine. you are worrying. ❜
“One of us has to,” the astrophysicist muses. She sets her own cup on top of the dresser, cupping her hands together and embracing the heat that remains on her skin. “Maybe it’s because I’m not ... you know ... a god, but these dreams don’t sound like anything good will come of them.” It keeps them both up at night. She also is not settled by the unknown but knows better than to press the subjects of his dreams. The cold sweats, the shaking, and Norse mumbling in his sleep is the only evidence she needs. “I know it’s not really a known character trait of mine, but it’s different when it’s you.” Her eyes shift to a corner in the ceiling, “When I’m not trying to fish Einstein-Rosen Bridge information out of you.”
Jane seats herself slowly onto the bed, reaching for her phone. She scrolls almost aimlessly through an app for something that could feasibly deliver all the pancakes Thor might want - his appetite was always much bigger than hers. Who could compete with the God of Thunder? Brown eyes shift to the side where Thor sits, “How hungry are you?” she questions. “Because I can think of two places that can either feed an army or an elephant,” she teases.
9 DAYS OF SENSE8 | Day 4 : Kala Dandekar I do not know how to use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.
sonicanary / DINAH
“ There are really only two kinds of people in the world : those who take orders , and those who give them ” She had not meant to sound so threatening but she hadn’t like dhte way the other had given her orders. First, she only followed Babs plans aka Oracle, & second… a last second she didn’t even follow them only to find herself in worst situations. But details. “ Clearly you & I are on none of those options, so tune down. ”
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“I do the job that needs to be done, ordered to or not.” She was impulsive. A simple call to Selvig would tell you that. Rules weren’t her forte if she felt something had to be done, rash or not. She did not hesitate to raid a top secret government facility if it meant she would get the information she was searching for. It was the job that needed to be done, for the sake of discovery and understanding.
eldingaesir / THOR
Having her against him was a thing he thought he might never feel again, though his thoughts were turned from such unfortunate tidings as she took one hand in his, sliding against his touch to mirror the way he had explained the convergences of their worlds long ago. Fingers intertwined with hers right when it mattered, squeezing her hand as she stared at their hands. His gaze shifted between her eyes, and the grip they held on one another, hearing her admit her fears. A chuckle slipped his lips at that, shaking his head slightly. “I will admit…first I was…unhappy, that my power had been claimed.” He breathed out, as if admitting to something he had long held within. “But, that didn’t stop me from being who I am. Worthy or unworthy, I am still the son of Odin.” Now his gaze was squarely on hers, smiling wide. “And I am proud that you are worthy to wield Mjölnir. I could not have chosen better myself.”
“Still Thor,” she corrects. He was more than just the son of Odin, king of Asgard and protector of the realms. “They only call me Thor because they don’t know what else to call me. They only see the hammer.” Fingers brush away strands of blonde hair, revealing more of his face to her. “Hammer or ax, you are still Thor because no one can take what is in your heart from you.” She tightens her grip on Thor’s hand. A weight of her own lifted from her chest by the other’s candor. “Perhaps, Mjolnir wants you to rest for a time,” she smiles.
Kala + outfits (Amor Vincit Omnia)
The stars are perfect
Just follow me. Follow my voice.