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I love when I wake up with new rights

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Now i can get married in every state: solid, liquid, gas, and, most surprisingly, texas

[moderndaywilliamtell]

Getting married in water? Talk about a slippery slope.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

I'm writing discussion posts for my management homework

And I feel like all I'm writing is 'bullshit bullshit blah blah blah metrics blah bullshit incentives bullshit bullshit blah blah blah synergy'

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Submitted by lizzybees

[theachingiseasy]

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[moderndaywilliamtell]

#Oh look it's the drama queen

[askagentsitwell]

When I say that Steve and Jasper want to punch each other it is very sweet when people try to suggest people who play Steve, but I want to be clear. 

I play/have played with very nice Steves, wonderful Steves, Steves your grandmother would be proud to walk across the street with  (i’m also very open to new Steves please and thanks)   

But at the end of the day Steve and Jasper will want to punch each other in the face. 

It’s just the way that goes.    It has to do with the core of their character.  It’s not personal and I never take it as such. 

I hope no one else does either 

[askagentsitwell]

To further clarify, this isn’t a bad thing in any way.   

Two completely stubborn, completely self-righteous, completely self assured people whose moral compasses are skewed just enough to be dissonant… 

It’s beautiful.  

Also some of my favorite threads as a writer are when Sitwell’s completely peeved.  

[moderndaywilliamtell]

I think this is a wonderful thing and have the same ideas about most interactions with Steve and Clint. Both incredibly stubborn, both completely certain that they are right, both of the mind that if you start running, you never get to stop. It's practically asking for showdowns like the one Steve and Tony had on the hellicarrier with a smartass with a heart of gold going up against the golden boy because the personalities can't help but clash in a glorious way.

More importantly, how many comic panels have we seen with Clint and Steve either 1: cursing at each other or 2: fighting, or 3: insulting each other?

It's canon.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

Succ-u-this

[kickasscurls-archive]

Had he let that arrow loose, she’d have caught it. It was part of the whole vampire…thing. Reflexes not even super solider could match. That was why the Red Room had been experimenting with the ‘virus’ after all. They didn’t want to simply match their enemies; they wanted to crush them and, perhaps literally, suck them dry.  It was an experimental process, not without side effects.  Removing the UV sensitivity had lead to an increase in aggression. That’s why they switched the subjects over to females, the younger the better. few survived, and those that did?  Neigh unstoppable. The woman, and by all appearances she was only a woman, beautiful in a way that made hearts stop and men fall to their knees begging to assist her, paused, glancing up to where the archer was perched. Something smelled off. Not like the other cattle flooding the street. She started walking again, sure it was just her imagination. Hunger. Hadn’t eaten in a while, her next target was only a few minutes away, though, and they didn’t care how he was brought back. Dead…alive or otherwise. 

[moderndaywilliamtell]

Glamours were wonderful things. Aside from hiding the whole wings, horned and clawed bits, and definitely not human-pink skin, it could be used to hide the fact that he in what was basically casual combat gear, changing the visual appearance into a worn hooded sweatshirt and jeans, his hands settled into his pockets while he nearly prowled through the crowd. Humans were so easy to read. He could practically taste the spikes of lust following her, keeping his own aura tight against his skin so it didn't cloud the air. Couldn't stop it from completely affecting the sensitive ones around him, and he caught the occasional interested look and had to tell himself 'later'. Although if this didn't go well, a pick-me-up quickie might be the only food he could get while he had to avoid Shield. 

Red hair. Not the red of blood but close. Pale skin, only his eyes probably noticing just how inhumanely pale it was.Vampires didn't sparkle; those books had been ridiculous. But that paleness, that stillness, that was a give away. That and the odd scent that came with them: cool, clean, like a freshly fallen snow. Inhuman.

But it was boring to be human.

Close enough to probably let his aura flick out, his magic slipping through the air, tinting it soft and sweet and alluring in his mind's eye, like a flower attracting bees. Well, one specific bee. He even would look cute and innocent and unaware. Easy prey, his face buried in his phone as he navigated the crowd. 

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heres a joke: my father

[pureasdriven]

Prison ain't so bad. You got a bed and they feed you.

"I have a bed i enjoy very much and the cook at the Eggman knows how I like my eggs and bacon." The dark haired woman scowled, the idea of being in a Mundy prison not at all appealing to her. "You speak as if you have experience in prison."

[pureasdriven]

“I have never murdered anyone.” It was justice, dammit. Those seven little fuckers deserved it. Snow wrinkled her nose slightly, the shift in the air not one she noticed outright. She was a taken women, married to a guy who ate men like Barton for breakfast.

Literally Or, he used to. Her loyalty wouldn’t falter, so really he was just annoying her. “Stop talking.” The former princess snapped at him.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Good job. Maintain that whole innocent thing. It’ll be better in the long run. Innocent until proven guilty and what not." Or ‘innocent until proven you’ve got demon blood then you’re automatically guilty’. "Me? I killed a man. Men. Plural." Not even a lie. Not like he had a reason to be ashamed of his job. Besides, they had enjoyed their death very much. He did grin brightly at her though, completely ignoring the snappy little order. "You gonna boss me around, you gotta break out the collars and whips."

[pureasdriven]

"Good Lord, let them put me in the gas chamber so I can get some peace." Snow grumbled, moving as far away from the chattering man as a she could. Gas Chamber wouldn’t kill her. Probably. Nice thing about being a Fable; the Mundies never let a ‘character’ they loved so much be forgotten. Snow White could never die. At least not by Mundy methods. She ignored the collar comment. Almost ironic he picked that little kink considering who Snow was married to.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

People really shouldn't make wishes like that. Wishes like that led to bad things. Like what looked like a couple of prison guards walking around the corner, giving him what could only be dangerous grins. The grins that predators usually gave trapped prey. He didn't need the little Hydra pin on one of their lapels to give him the punchline.

"Man, I hate Nazi Purists. I'm gonna apologize in advance because you seem like a nice lady and I'm about to do some not nice things."

'Not nice things' translated to one man being completely drained and dying with at least a smile face on his face, another one lying on the floor screaming as he tried to scratch his own eyes out and the third having his head bounced roughly against the bars of the cell when he had decided to break out a little vial of blessed water. It didn't burn. It just made him itch and completely fucked his glamour. Which meant he got to stand there looking rather sheepish as he tried to get at least some of the damned water off, arm flickering between a nice human pink and a definitely not-human red, black, and gold.

[pureasdriven]

moderndaywilliamtell replied to your post:The Mister is laid off this week and he’s playing…

-petpet-

*curls up* It’s better now, just ugh. Christmas time always sucks >.>

[moderndaywilliamtell]

I support that feeling. Add to that the fact that it’s freakishly cold for you and that makes everything worse. Meanwhile, I don’t even have my heater on.

[pureasdriven]

-__-

Actually, it’s 29 here. Positively balmy.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

You and I have different definitions of balmy.

[pureasdriven]

moderndaywilliamtell replied to your post:The Mister is laid off this week and he’s playing…

-petpet-

*curls up* It’s better now, just ugh. Christmas time always sucks >.>

[moderndaywilliamtell]

I support that feeling. Add to that the fact that it's freakishly cold for you and that makes everything worse. Meanwhile, I don't even have my heater on.

[kickasscurls-archive]

[kickasscurls-archive]

"Rogers has that damn notebook, why can’t I keep a list?" she gave him a thoughtful pause. "You still have time to get on the nice list, if you wanted."

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Because Rogers has the All-American Good...

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"I did not get us captured." Lies. Terrible lies. "That explosion was necessary. You asked for a distraction so you could infiltrate. I gave you a distraction. We just both ended up infiltrating in an unplanned and unforseen manner." There had been significantly more bad-guy-flavor-of-the-week than he had planned on. It had been not as fun as it should have been.

[pureasdriven]

Prison ain't so bad. You got a bed and they feed you.

"I have a bed i enjoy very much and the cook at the Eggman knows how I like my eggs and bacon." The dark haired woman scowled, the idea of being in a Mundy prison not at all appealing to her. "You speak as if you have experience in prison."

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It’s all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn’t a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn’t have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn’t stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"

[pureasdriven]

This Mundy was so incessantly chatty. There was something oddly…Un-Mundy about him, however. Snow shifted, not looking at him. Bigby would come get her eventually, even if he had to break her out. Damn wolf would probably see prison walls as a good challenge for the old ‘huff and puff’ trick. “Don’t talk to me like we’re friends. I won’t be here past tonight, anyway. “

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"So I’m gonna go with murder. You don’t seem like the murdering kind but those are the kinds you always have to watch out for." Another grin, and just a flicker of magic through the air, his aura pushing out cautiously. He was bored, and while he had been told plenty of times that using his ‘charms’ was unfair in general conversation…. He was stuck in a prison cell and was bored. It was always fun to make someone a little twitchy and restless.

[pureasdriven]

“I have never murdered anyone.” It was justice, dammit. Those seven little fuckers deserved it. Snow wrinkled her nose slightly, the shift in the air not one she noticed outright. She was a taken women, married to a guy who ate men like Barton for breakfast. Literally Or, he used to. Her loyalty wouldn’t falter, so really he was just annoying her. “Stop talking.” The former princess snapped at him.

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Good job. Maintain that whole innocent thing. It'll be better in the long run. Innocent until proven guilty and what not." Or 'innocent until proven you've got demon blood then you're automatically guilty'. "Me? I killed a man. Men. Plural." Not even a lie. Not like he had a reason to be ashamed of his job. Besides, they had enjoyed their death very much. He did grin brightly at her though, completely ignoring the snappy little order. "You gonna boss me around, you gotta break out the collars and whips."

[moderndaywilliamtell]

I'm at attempt 5 on this damned scoodie

I'm going to get it the right size, ! s2g.

[pureasdriven]

Prison ain't so bad. You got a bed and they feed you.

"I have a bed i enjoy very much and the cook at the Eggman knows how I like my eggs and bacon." The dark haired woman scowled, the idea of being in a Mundy prison not at all appealing to her. "You speak as if you have experience in prison."

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It’s all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn’t a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn’t have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn’t stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"

[pureasdriven]

This Mundy was so incessantly chatty. There was something oddly…Un-Mundy about him, however. Snow shifted, not looking at him. Bigby would come get her eventually, even if he had to break her out. Damn wolf would probably see prison walls as a good challenge for the old ‘huff and puff’ trick. “Don’t talk to me like we’re friends. I won’t be here past tonight, anyway. “

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"So I'm gonna go with murder. You don't seem like the murdering kind but those are the kinds you always have to watch out for." Another grin, and just a flicker of magic through the air, his aura pushing out cautiously. He was bored, and while he had been told plenty of times that using his 'charms' was unfair in general conversation.... He was stuck in a prison cell and was bored. It was always fun to make someone a little twitchy and restless.

[pureasdriven]

Prison ain't so bad. You got a bed and they feed you.

"I have a bed i enjoy very much and the cook at the Eggman knows how I like my eggs and bacon." The dark haired woman scowled, the idea of being in a Mundy prison not at all appealing to her. "You speak as if you have experience in prison."

[moderndaywilliamtell]

"Things go wrong. You end up behind bars. It's all good. Things sort themselves out in the end." Well, he sorted things out in the end, or Coulson did. At least this wasn't a too bad prison. No terrorists looking to see if they could remove any of his important bits. No pure humans deciding that as something not human, he didn't have rights. Definitely not too bad. Still not all that great, though. Most of his talents were ones that were best not used around a bunch of men that were sex-deprived. Didn't stop him from grinning over at her though. "So what are you in for? Murder? Arson? Steal a candy bar?"