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So I woke up with a sick inducing migraine. I haven't been able to look at my phone all day, and it's been a huge mess. I'm sorry--I wasn't anticipating this. I'll be back as soon as I can to make good on what I said I would.
i didn’t save a URL for aloy you did >_>
like this for a starter!
anson mount is playing black bolt imshookimsofuckingshook
neededmost replied to your post: i’m the only who can help you reset the system,…
I never said I was perfect.
why’d they do you dirty like this girlfriend why
Cuz it’s better to follow a 40+ year old storyline than admit strong women exist.
harry:
“ I let you stick a needle in my arm. ”
He pointed out with a weak scoff. As much as he appreciated her encouragement, he knew he had done nothing in all reality. He didn’t want to be so negative in regards to the how situation, but it was difficult not to be bitter at times. These tasks shouldn’t have taken as much effort as they did and Gwen shouldn’t have been dedicating her life to caring for him. As much as he appreciated every bit of assistance and support she provided him.
“ You shouldn’t have to work as hard as you do. ”
With a small wince as he adjusted himself carefully, Harry wrapped an arm around Gwen, holding her to his chest whilst absently rubbing his fingertips along her bicep. His own small attempt at bringing her the same comfort she provided for him on a daily basis. Even if he was well aware that it would never compare.
“ I can hire a nurse, Gwen. Give you a break. ”
“ No. “
It fell from her lips faster than she had anticipated, unwilling to accept the notion as even a possibility. She wasn’t about to allow Harry to hire someone and take away any shred of self-reliance he had left. Sure, she spent a lot of time keeping him from being sick, from helping him with tasks that had once been simple to complete for him in the past. None of that bothered her, however, despite what he may be thinking. She would fight him if she had to on it, knowing full well she was the only one capable of caring for him.
Soft touches grazed over his pale flesh as her head gave a gentle shake to somehow punctuate her point further with non-verbal cues. She was going to solve this, she was going to be the one to bring him back from the brink. But not at the expect of what integrity he retained.
“ You don’t need a nurse to make you feel more like a helpless child. That’s not who you are, Harry. I won’t allow it. I am perfectly fine handling this. I want to. “
I need to.
I promise you, if you need us -if you need me-
I’ll be there.
Dane DeHaan in Life After Beth (2014)
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@eyexofthespider
It felt akin to reaching the height of the tallest skyscraper and nearly over toppling it’s edge in the way her trembling arms wove their way around his lean yet broad shoulders. They carried such burdens that she could never truly understand their weight, but they were bearing hers in that moment. She did her best not to weep as the sound of her boots scuffing the dust covered floor echoed in the cavernously empty space that held them. It was all she could hear aside from the labored patterns of their mixed breathing.
Her coat is torn in the way that it could not be repaired, marred by broken glass, speckled blood, and her own tears as her hands held tightly against Peter’s back, still fearing if she let go she’d fall all over again. But soon, Gwendolyn could feel the adrenaline ever so slowly start to ebb from her nervous system and she began to realize what could have happened. The echoing of her own fear, shaking in her voice as she had said his name only moments before. But it had felt like an eternity.
‘ --Peter? ‘
And all there had been left was air.
She choked on air, gasping as swelling tears began to bead and break free of her eyelids in quick succession. Death had been calling her name this night, beckoning with spindling hands and ice cold grips. But it had been Peter who had prevented it with his own touch--and the blonde broke as she shook in the embrace of her savior.
“ ----Peter! “
Fear collapsed her lungs as her face buried into the hollow of his throat, gripping him for dear life as she lost all sense of self, sobbing relentlessly in his destroyed suit. She almost died. She almost died. She almost died.
Almost.
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He had to be lost, she thought to herself as the scientist barely managed to keep her tablet from clattering to the floor at her feet at the sight of him taking up the space of the door’s threshold. Great, now she looked like a klutz. As soft green hues closed in mild embarrassment, Gwen shifted around the desk covered in paperwork with her tablet pressed against her chest as she approached the man with a soft clearing of her throat.
“ Captain Rogers--can I help you with something? “
Was he looking for Mr. Stark she wondered silently to herself as soft smile graced her features. That would make the most sense, as this area of the tower was reserved for research and development, not exactly a place for the Avengers to, well, assemble. Even so, she offered him a warm smile as her fingers tightened around the tablet as if she were using it as a means to cover herself.
“ If you are looking for Mr. Stark, I’m afraid you just missed him--he seemed in a hurry. “
I grew up in Kansas, General. I’m about as American as it gets.
Someone, jokingly: Haha I kinda ship our muses
Me:
❛ what the hammer? what the chain? in what furnace was thy brain?❜
jess:
❝ – so I said ‘ assistant to the regional captain we’re in dire need of assistance ! ’ and that pointy-eared jerk turns around to verbally nerve pinch some poor hairy bastard named Chewy. It was great. Wish you were there instead of whichever la-la drain your brain is circling. ❞ In light of her nonchalant call out: Jess could have whipped up a more whimsical tale. Maybe tossed in a dragon or two to keep things spicy – damn it, why didn’t she choose the harrowing ventures of hobgoblin jo and dj luke nasty. Her head lobbed to its side, shaded eyes traveling the length of her partner in crime, still looking - surprise! - on a whole ‘nother plane of existence. Gwen must have been serious when she’d initially declined the invitation out … her bad. ❝ Okay, I’ll bite. How have you been really? ❞
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Admittedly, had she been completely coherent in the last several seconds, she might have found Jessica’s ramblings entertaining. But alas, it was not meant to be as green eyes stared blankly into space. Her brain was hardly a friendly playground but more of a cacophony of contradicting thoughts and feelings she struggled to express these days. But when her friend took a genuine interest in her well-being, it was then that the spider realized she was being rude. Verdant hues fluttered and she attention snapped to look at Jessica with both surprise and regret etched into each line of her features.
“ --Crap, I’m--I’m sorry. I don’t really know what I’m doing right now. “
How does one express themselves when she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. Her mind clung to the image of Peter’s face as he stared up at her as his life faded away--then a snap focus on this world’s Peter as his hand touched her face as if trying to understand just how it could possibly look like this, look so similar and yet be so different. She could still hear him whisper-- ‘Do I deserve this? Or is this my punishment?’
“ Do you ever think you’re a burden more than an asset? “