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@markpuckermannnarchived
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I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live.
Don’t be fooled, M. L. L. (via poison-marie)
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❛ … i wasn’t even referrin’ ta ya. i was talkin’ about the other dumbass in history that keeps interruptin’ the teacher in the middle of notes and makin’ class longer than it should be. ❜ he does laugh at the other’s flexing and shakes his head with a grin. not going to lie, his biceps were all right. ❛ seriously? ‘puckerooster’? please don’t tell me ya came up with that yourself, you’re not that much dumbass, man. i know ya can do better than that. ❜
❛ okay. fuck. fine. puckerbadass. puckeriffic. puckertastic. puckerawesome. puckersaurus — obviously , that’s my favourite — puckermaster. pucker-Z , because you know , like Jay-Z except s’my name. puckster. puckie chan , ‘cause of jackie chan , like that dude’s a badass. puckeruto — ‘cause of naruto , duh — puckersunshine. puckervilla. do i need to go on ? ‘cause i go on. ❜
“that’s good news. you don’t have to thank me, though. would’ve done it for any of the agents i work with. and i’m sure hill would’ve done it for the rest of us, too. she’s a strong woman. she’s handled some things that most of us wouldn’t dream of doing. but you’re welcome. don’t think i’ve seen agents this concerned about another. or call her maria for that matter.”
most of the good captain’s words were registered half-heartedly , but he nods anyway , more like an exhausted machine now than he is human — that is , until one sentence catches puck off guard. shit , he mentally scolds himself , running a hand down the back of his scalp while he bites his inner cheek , feeling stupid. who knew how observant captain america was ? well. certainly not puck. fucking great. ❛ yeah , well. guess you’re just not as close to her as i am , huh , capt’n ? don’t worry. s’not a crime. gettin’ to know maria — i meant , hill — isn’t exactly a cotton-candy sort of ride , if y’get what m’saying. so , yeah. i think ... i think you can leave now ? i mean , m’not kicking you away , but — y’don’t have to stay. ❜
what could she do with her current lover all in a shambles over this, as if it had been weighing on his mind heavily. and he was right, too, though she didn’t want to admit it. ❛ i would feel betrayed, terrible in fact. like he had never loved me in the first place or he was being a coward…i hate you even more because you’re bloody right. i need to see him. ❜ she waves toward steve from her place in the restaurant booth and as he approaches, she runs toward him and embraces him. ❛ it’s been far too long, steve. ❜
the moment puck watches her go , something in puck shakes — or break , he really doesn’t know the difference at this point — but he tells himself that this is the right thing to do. a heroic thing , even. before he beats himself up , because holy fuck , when has he ever been anything heroic ? answer: never. but he doesn’t approach her again — and watching peggy hugging the good captain , puck swallows difficultly , taking a step back and turns ; his boots heading to the exit. there’s a music place three shops away — he’ll be there whenever she’s done. if she’s gonna be done.
She nodded. “They always are Papa.” Her brows then knotted together. “Where did you go?” Her aunts wouldn’t tell her, and got to a point where they got annoyed with her asking. But then she nodded. “And can we go to the zoo?”
❛ uhhh ... everywhere ? i even bought you and your aunts and uncle some stuff. but we can check them out later , m’kay ? right now — right now i think someone said they wanted to go to the zoo ... ❜ puck sing songs , knocking another quick against blue’s cheek before he goes to get his stuff , readying for this impromptu trip. ❛ whaddaya wanna see , huh ? the tigers ? giraffes ? maybe we can catch to how the zookeepers feed the crocodiles , would you like that ? ❜
on loving a wounded boy: there will be days when his smile is so bright that it blinds you. do not shield your eyes from him; instead, kiss the smile from his lips and taste the heat there, the love, the ashes. he will taste of sunshine and ruin. let him. there will be days when his arms are a crime scene of his own design, taped off and untouchable. there will be days you come home to find him bleeding heavily onto the bathroom floor and he will stain the tile with every regret sorrow guilt and he will call it his own private sin. bandage him; press your mouth to the cotton dryness of the cloth and feel the warmth of blood beneath. remind yourself that this is not who he is. remind him that he is more than the sum of every wrong done to him. there will be days when his mouth tastes of saccharine instead of sugar. do not call him on his mistakes. drink this bitter-sweet sorrow down to the dregs. there will be nights when his eyes are the color of bruises and his sobs will keep you awake no matter how he tries to silence them. pull him into your arms, but say nothing. if he wants to tell you, he will. there will be mornings when he traces his fingers up your leg as you eat your breakfast. he will not ask for anything more than just the comfort of your presence in the room. give that to him. there will be midnights that his legs kick out in fear and he will sweat his nightmares out like fever. there will be some kisses that taste like every childhood summer you’ve ever had, and other kisses that taste like sweat-salt and the dampness of tears. there will be times that he asks too much of you, or times you give too little. there will be times that he hisses threats between his teeth and every word feels like a dagger. and there will be apologies, eventually. soft words and silences that blanket you in comfort and the knowledge that above all else, his love is genuine. these moments will warm you from the inside out. more than anything, there will be moments when he looks at you like you alone put the sun in the sky, and his sigh against your lips will be a supernova and an autumn wind all at once. kiss him once. kiss him again. kiss him until he forgets he’s broken, and kiss him until you forget that you’re broken too.
“On Loving a Wounded Boy,” by dimepoetry (via dimepoetry)
"the breakfast club" sentence starters
“Does that answer your question?”
“When you grow up, your heart dies.”
“Good God, are we gonna end up like our parents?”
“I think it’s fine for a guy to be a virgin.”
“I can’t believe you can’t get me out of this…”
“I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“What did your parents do to you?”
“They ignore me.”
“I don’t think either of them give a shit about me.”
“They just use me to get back at each other.”
“It’s not funny!”
“Is this the first time or the last time we have to do this?”
“You figure out a way to study.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Ditching class to go shopping doesn’t make you a defective.”
“Guys screw around. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Mom already reemed me, alright?”
“You’re a big coward!”
“I’ve seen her dehydrated. It’s pretty gross.”
“It’ll be anarchy!”
“I’m in the math club…”
“What are you babbling about?”
“You wouldn’t know anything about it.”
“You never competed in your whole life!”
“You don’t have any goals.”
“Everyone just shhhhh!”
“Hey, keep your fuckin’ hands off me!”
“Alright, what about your family?”
“You wanna come over sometime?”
“It’s all a part of your image, I don’t believe a word of it.”
“We’re dead!”
“Don’t you want to hear my excuse?”
“What did you want to be when you were young?”
“Who do you like better, your mom or your dad?”
“They think I’m a big fuckin’ joke…”
“I’ve done just about everything there is except for a few things that are illegal.”
“Come on, answer the question!”
“I’m a compulsive liar.”
“Neither of you is any better than the other one.”
“Everybody can do something.”
“Did your Daddy buy you those?”
“So on Monday… what happens?”
“I’m telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?”
“You think I don’t understand pressure?”
“Everything’s ruined for me.”
“Killing yourself is not an option!”
“Watch yourself, young lady.”
“Wake up!”
“Hey, you grounded tonight?”
“It’s like, any minute, divorce.”
“You’re just feeling sorry for yourself.”
“You never answered the question.”
“See you next Saturday…”
he looks so GOOD
people: what team are you ? captain america or iron man ? me: team maria hill
Rashida Jones – Off Camera Magazine #34
This is me. Most days.
Why am I so easy to leave haha
❛ i… i did try. it, um, it didn’t help very much. it probably made matters worse, honestly. ❜ she’s bad at talking. about how she feels, in any case. she’d rather pack it all away, act like she’s fine until she is – or until she can’t any longer, whichever comes first. at his proposal, she tilts her head ever so slightly, before she tentatively reaches out, taking his hand in hers. ❛ i’m not entirely sure how the whole hand-holding thing helps, but… thank you. ❜
❛ it doesn’t ? shit. s’it ‘cause i’m sweating ? i swear , that’s not — that’s not intentional. here , lemme just ❜ he lets go of her hand for a bit , wiping his palms across his thigh before he catches her fingers again , squeezing. ❛ better ? i know — i know it probably looks dumb. but ... but when i was a kid and i ... i feel bad ? ma’ would hug me. or just ... sit next to me. s’not much. but — but it’s like , she’s tellin’ me how i’m not alone , you know ? whatever i may do. and ... s’the same go with you. whatever happens , simmons , you’ve got your whole team behind you. you’re not — atlas — did i get the dude’s name right ? — you’re not , like , set to carry the whole world on your back. and it’s okay ... if you don’t want to — a-am i — am i making sense ? fuck. ❜ and this is why puck has never excelled in his english tests before. ever.
I was dying to hear someone say That I didn’t need to try so hard to be perfect, That i was enough and it was okay.
(via bled)