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with soft drugs && a seam ripper; tough love && a tape measure.
( I STITCHED YOU UP WHEN THEY SAID YOU WERE PAST REPAIR. )
stitching up boys is DIFFERENT that way.
( I FIXED YOU UP WHEN YOU WERE A COMMON SPARROW. )
you fix a bird, you buy a cage.
( TAKE A SEAT. LET ME GET A LOOK AT YOUR FACE. )
you fix a MAN, and he flies away.
PATIENT LOG: @harlemforged // ALIAS: POWER MAN NO KNOWN ALIAS.
There wasn’t a singe man in that prison that could put so much as a SCRATCH on Luke Cage. And still, he was afraid; it had nothing to do with these clowns — they’d all heard the stories about CARL LUCAS from back in the day. Back BEFORE he’d died and been born anew. ( What had Cornell called him? Dishwasher Lazarus? ) Back when Squabbles had still been kickin’, holding a tight leash on his SAVAGE ass.
No, it wasn’t the inmates. Or the guards.
It was the bitter, looming feeling that he would never leave.
However you wanted to look at it, he had been in the wrong. Luke had broken out of jail, forged an identity, and fled the state. Throw all that in the mix with his original sentence, and you wound up with a LONG ASS TICKET.
Claire had sworn that she would get him out. ( SOON. She said SOON. ) That was important. There was that lawyer friend, in New York. Always with the lawyer friend, every damn time he turned around. Luke didn’t know that fool. Why would he wanna help some poor, ( sort of ) guilty negro from Georgia?
Later, he found himself wishing he’d listened more. Gotten a name or a phone number. Something.
Regardless of how MESSED UP life had gotten in Harlem, it was still HIS life. One that Luke had managed to forge with his own two hands. He had found a new home, one the man had been willing to spill his own BLOOD for.
He had met her.
Luke didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Luke didn’t want to die alone.
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THERE IS A DISTINCT SMELL TO HOSPITALS. claire is far too familiar with it ––– she wears the scent like perfume, it permeates her clothes, her hair, her skin. she’s spent so much time in hospitals and emergency rooms that she has melded the two together and infused them into her very soul. she is no longer part of an emergency ––– she IS an emergency. she no longer works in a hospital, she IS one. nurse temple, as in, a temple, a church, a sanctuary.
the place you go to heal, the place you go to find god.
and she’s never felt like more of a sanctuary than now, watching luke walk towards her, struggling with an EMOTION in her throat that she can’t quite place. giving it a name takes away its power. it is too many things, it cannot be encompassed in something as simple as language. still, whatever it is, it takes her breath away, makes it hard to swallow, and she surveys him as he walks, trying to gauge his vitals. it’s an old habit. his hair’s grown out ––– she realizes suddenly, a bit stunned, she’s never seen him with hair, not even a stubble on his scalp. combined with the beard, it covers most of her view of his face, but not the way his lips turn up, the way his teeth flash bright white against the ink of his facial hair. she smiles back, wide, joyful, unable to keep it down, though she doesn’t move. she thinks it might be A BIT EMBARRASSING if she takes off at a full sprint, crashes into him full tilt. she wishes she’d thought to check her hair in the car mirror before he walked out.
as it turns out ––––– hospitals and prisons smell EERILY SIMILAR. he’s got the smell of unscented soap and skin and recycled, stale air about him. if he wasn’t smiling, it’d be unsettling. as it as, her eyes start to sting, and she presses her lips together to push it down before she manages to respond in agreement.
“ too long, ” claire tells him, arms wrapping around him, letting him lift her. normally, she might have made an undignified sort of squeak, but she’s not even SURPRISED. not with him. ( corny motherfucker. ) her legs wrap around his waist, and her face buries in his neck, smelling sweat and skin and luke, underneath the stench of imprisonment, and for a moment, she breathes a little easier. something squeezing her chest starts to loosen. she wasn’t even aware the feeling was there until it decided to disappear. his voice rumbles through his chest, delivers shakes into hers, and santa maría madre de dios, she’s missed that. if claire is a downpour, luke cage has always been an earthquake. he rumbles and rattles, his laugh starts somewhere in his toes and spills out of his mouth, and no amount of [smile] or [laugh] written in his letters ( told you. corny son of a bitch. ) can compare to the real thing. she doesn’t want to cry. she’s told herself she will not cry. she spent the entire drive over reminding herself that she is NOT GOING TO CRY.
she nods against his neck. “ i missed you too, ” she murmurs back, pulling away and smiling, a watery sort of smile. damn it. one hand slips from his neck to CRADLE the side of his face, thumb brushing across his cheek, beard springing back under her palm. the first thing she notices is that his lips are chapped, and that his toothpaste is different. second thing she notices is that this hasn’t changed at all. their lips move together, claire’s body pressing firmly against his, fingertips digging into the fabric covering his shoulder blade. she can only imagine what they must look like; her mind latches onto an old image of an old tarot card her abuelita used to have, of two bodies entwined.
LOS AMANTES. THE LOVERS.
claire pulls back a moment later, smoothing her palm and fingers over his face. her brows come together, eyes relieved and worried, all at once. “ you good ? ”
tell me why the challenge in episode six is literally just danny rand vs the elite four pokemon champions fighting his way from room to room like he’s gonna earn a damn sun badge
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why is it always on my goddamn day off
with soft drugs && a seam ripper; tough love && a tape measure.
( I STITCHED YOU UP WHEN THEY SAID YOU WERE PAST REPAIR. )
stitching up boys is DIFFERENT that way.
( I FIXED YOU UP WHEN YOU WERE A COMMON SPARROW. )
you fix a bird, you buy a cage.
( TAKE A SEAT. LET ME GET A LOOK AT YOUR FACE. )
you fix a MAN, and he flies away.
Mike Colter and Rosario Dawson filming Marvel’s The Defenders on November 22, 2016
Afternoon sun
" I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked. "
LOG: suggestive starters. PATIENT: @harlemforged PROGNOSIS: accepting.
she laughs, a bit inelegantly –– all low chuckle and something that sounds dangerously like a snort building in her nasal cavities –– before leveling him with THAT LOOK. “ you remember our deal ? ” she asks, still smiling in spite of herself, and she kind of hates him for it. ( she’s supposed to be taken seriously here, and it’s hard to do that when she’s grinning like a lovestruck fool. ) “ me, medical shit. you, bulletproof shit. so hand me the damn gauze, guapo. ” there’s a pause, and she waits until the gauze is in her open hand before she looks back up at him, still smiling. “ and we’ll see about... ” mindful of the patient between them, she pauses. her eyes sparkle. “ all that, later. ”
Suggestive Sentence Starters
Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!
“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”
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100 ways to say “I love you” Gilmore Girls edition
❛ You’re still a contender. ❜
❛ Ernest only has lovely things to say about you. ❜
❛ This thing we’re doing here? Me, you. I’m in. I’m all in. ❜
❛ If you jump, I jump, Jack. ❜
❛ I’m ready for this. You can count on me now. ❜
❛ Think of how dull your life would be without me. ❜
❛ I don’t want to talk to anybody else. I don’t like anybody else. ❜
❛ You looked it up! ❜
❛ You really did only like me for my looks, huh? ❜
❛ If you come with me, I won’t get on the plane. ❜
❛ Because you’re special. ❜
❛ If all else fails, you can marry rich. ❜
❛ I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her. ❜
❛ You’re the greatest kid in the world. ❜
❛ You’ve given me everything I need. ❜
❛ You are important. ❜
❛ We could go to a bookstore. I’ll watch you browse for six or seven hours. ❜
❛ I know you better than anyone. This isn’t you. ❜
❛ It is what it is… You, me. ❜
❛ All I can say it, you’re lucky I’m back in your life because clearly you were lost without me. It’s a miracle you’re even still alive, right? ❜
❛ She gave my picture out ‘cause she thinks I need a man. ❜
❛ Doesn’t matter what time it is. I’ll always be around. ❜
❛ It’s like my life isn’t even real to me unless you’re there and you’re in it and I’m sharing it with you. ❜
❛ I promise I will dance just as spazzy as you will. ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ You’re full of hate and loathing and I love it. ❜
❛ It’s so good to have someone to share this hate with. ❜
❛ Will you just stand still? ❜
❛ Will you marry me? ❜
❛ I like looking at you. ❜
❛ I’m sorry about that. You want to push me in the lake? It’s cathartic, I hear. ❜
❛ I just wanted to put some notes in the margins for you. ❜
❛ I can’t catch my breath. ❜
❛ You didn’t say goodbye. ❜
❛ What? Did you think I wanted to come over here and see you? ❜
❛ I knew that if you could sit down and stop shaking it around that you could do something like this. I knew it. I knew it. ❜
❛ C’mon, Ace. ❜
❛ Right now, I don’t need to do anything but be right here with you. ❜
❛ I don’t want to stop seeing you. ❜
❛ You trust me? ❜
❛ You have to tell me why we’re committing a felony before it do it. ❜
❛ I even cleaned the table using something other than the sleeve of my sweater and my spit! ❜
❛ Get back in your pajamas, go to bed, eat nothing but gallons of ice cream and tons of pizza. ❜
❛ Every relationship is just a big honking leap of faith. ❜
❛ You’re the man I want to want. ❜
❛ I’ve been looking for the one, that elusive soulmate – I really have. I just believe it’s you. It’s always been you. ❜
❛ Now repeat after me: I am completely helpless. ❜
❛ In fact, I demand to die first. Am I clear? ❜
❛ I’ll get the champagne! ❜
❛ You know we’re supposed to be together. ❜
❛ I couldn’t have done it without you. ❜
❛ I haven’t been able to shake you all these years. We’re going to be friends for a very long time. ❜
❛ You’re gonna do such great things with your life. ❜
❛ It takes a remarkable person to inspire all of this. ❜
❛ I think we should get married. ❜
❛ How sappy is it going to sound if I say that I’m proud of you? ❜
❛ You’ll be okay? You’ll go to bed soon? ❜
❛ I just like to see you happy. ❜
❛ I’ll make some coffee. ❜
❛ I’m here. I’m always here. ❜
❛ I appreciate it – everything – the money, living room. ❜
❛ I pick you… I pick you! ❜
❛ I made sure she was okay. ❜
❛ I cannot to this alone. I need my mommy and I don’t care who knows it. ❜
❛ I want you to come over here to this dresser, open up the top drawer, and take out everything that you’d be embarrassed to be wearing during a car accident. ❜
❛ Stay photogenic, I beg of you. ❜
❛ I think I’ll miss you most of all. ❜
❛ I will never leave. I will never think about leaving. ❜
❛ The only way out of this is in a body bag. ❜
❛ I like the new look. ❜
❛ My life meant nothing until you used my toothbrush. ❜
❛ You’re in a skirt, keep your knees closed. ❜
❛ I know, I looked for one that you hated, but it was really short notice. ❜
❛ You’re my best friend. ❜
❛ I haven’t been able to shake you off all these years. We’re gonna be friends for a very long time. ❜
❛ Don’t you understand that I can’t talk to you because it hurts? ❜
❛ You have to sleep. It’s what keeps you pretty. ❜
❛ You should do anything you want. You could be anything you want. ❜
❛ Come with me. ❜
❛ I know you couldn’t count on me before, but you can now, you can! ❜
❛ Just a thing between us. ❜
❛ Do you want me to have you committed or would you prefer to check yourself in? ❜
❛ I appreciate it… everything. ❜
❛ In a relationship, any relationship, it’s important to let the other person know you appreciate them so you don’t create barriers that delay any hope for reciprocation. ❜
❛ I’m here. I’m always here. ❜
❛ You can move in with me. ❜
❛ People can live for one hundred years without really living a minute. You climb up here with me, it’s one less minute you’ve ever lived. ❜
❛ When that giant asteroid heads towards earth, I want you in that fighter jet. ❜
❛ I could have lost you. ❜
❛ You amaze me every day. Everything that you do, everything that you are. ❜
❛ I don’t know a lot, but I know I want to be with you forever. ❜
❛ I’m tired of not being around you. ❜
❛ I’m so proud of you. ❜
❛ You are very odd, you know that? ❜
❛ It was a nice kiss – very nice. ❜
❛ I’d kiss you goodbye, but your boyfriends watching. ❜
❛ You made me an ice rink? ❜
❛ It is a big deal. It’s a very big deal. ❜
❛ You are not failing. ❜
❛ I love you, you idiot! ❜
PATIENT LOG: @harlemforged
“ Did he have to go to Mexico and harvest the agave PERSONALLY, or…? “
Luke knew that he was being a little pissy, but COME ON. It didn’t take fifteen minutes for two beers and a couple shots of tequila did it? Maybe it was just the bartender in him rearing its head — he’d been out of the cocktail game for over a year, but going to the bar STILL got to him.
Not the atmosphere. Never that. Say what you would about the DIVE AESTHETIC, but Luke almost felt at home amidst the greasy bartop and deafening chatter. It had been easy to remain anonymous amongst a sea of faces. The crowd here was older, but lively — even if some of them girls KNEW BETTER.
The bartender, however, sucked.
“ Sorry. I know its taking forever. — Are you, uh, having a good time? “
Claire could probably see him wincing with every syllable, like his own awkwardness was causing the man immense pain. Since he’d gotten out of jail, things had been…not awkward but…TENSE, between them. A certain friction in the air that made every single breath a SEARING one.
He could barely stand to LOOK at her, Luke all too aware of the weight of Claire’s gaze. Just as warm and tangible as the touch of her knee against his own, each BRUSH making the muscles in his thigh twitch.
“ We could go someplace else. “
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" nah, ” she laughs, nodding down at the other end of the bar. she doesn’t point, but she doesn’t need to; her eyes are a beeline for the bartender, chatting up a pair of OUT OF PLACE LOOKING girls with necklines so low claire is pretty sure she could see belly buttons, if she looks hard enough. ( more power to ‘em; doesn’t look like the bartender’s gonna charge them. ) “ he saw something he likes better, ” claire chuckles, turning a little to look at luke, still smiling. he looks PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE, which is a source of endless amusement for claire; after all, he’d been the one to suggest this place.
claire grew up in spanish harlem, down in EL BARRIO, and it’s always been diverse over in east harlem ( kinda hard NOT to be, in harlem ), but at best, she could probably recommend a good botánica for them to spend their time at. she wasn’t much on the bar scene back then –– too focused, too driven, too deadset on making her mother proud. she’s grown up since then, accomplished a goal or two, shattered a dream or another, and in this moment, in particular, she’s a little more FOCUSED on the dichotomy of luke looking SO UNCOMFORTABLE and yet SO AT HOME. she thinks it might have something to do with the fact that the bartop here isn’t all that well taken care of, or maybe whatever it is that made him sleep on the couch last night. ( there’s been some unresolved sexual tension there, and she’s not stupid enough to think she hasn’t contributed to it. it’s just –– she’s not sure what the WAITING PERIOD is here. how much space is she supposed to give him ? she can’t just ASSUME he’s ready to go at HER pace. )
and her pace is ––– well. she shoots him another look, and her smile crawls across her face as she tucks some hair behind her ears. “ great time, ” she confirms, and it’s not a lie; the atmosphere is nice, here, and it’s JUST crowded enough that she can rest her knee against his and lean towards him so that one of her elbows rests on the bar and her chest just barely presses against his arm. ( alright, maybe she’s a BIG CONTRIBUTION to the unresolved sexual tension. ) her jaw rests on her palm, and she studies him loftily, the way his gaze only flickers to hers for moments before looking steadily forward at the bar. he looks like he’s solving long division in his head. BACKWARDS.
“ i was kinda lookin’ forward to the tequila, ” she admits, wrinkling her nose, lifting her lips up for half a second, before a sly sort of smile slides into place. “ ooooorrrrrrrr, ” claire drags out the word, eyebrow arching, “ we could go get COFFEE. ” there it is. that word again.
how come no one talks about how cottonmouth’s theme sounds almost exactly like the kill bill sirens tho
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LOG: kiss meme PATIENT: @vowedjustice PROGNOSIS: accepting.
#9. forehead kiss.
she has a lot of paranoid patients, and if she’s honest, claire understands why. the worst is a kid, can’t be more than sixteen, who calls himself SPIDER MAN, ( then again, maybe she’s just as paranoid as he is. maybe she’s more paranoid. the last thing she wants is to know who that kid is when he leaves the streets of new york and returns home to a family that would be devastated to lose him. ) but BATMAN, dios, batman nearly takes the cake. whoever he is under his cowl, he’s a paranoid son of a bitch, which is how he ends up facedown on a cot more often than not when she sews up his shoulder or digs a bullet out of his side. today, though, it’s simple, just a badly sprained wrist that doesn’t need more than some wrapping and binding and a strict and stern warning that YOU ARE NOT AS YOUNG AS YOU USED TO BE. maybe some painkillers. she’s fond of him, even if she won’t admit it out loud. ( she tries not to make a habit of dating patients. always ends up with her heart broken. ) even so, fingers linger on his wrist, dragging over a rough bandage. her thumb presses against where his pulse beats, out of habit; it’s not like she’s able to feel it with that many layers between her skin and his. “ you know, ” she finally says, shifting so that she’s standing between his knees, smiling wryly down at him, still in his tac suit and cowl. his eyes are brown, warm, despite his efforts to look anything to the contrary. “ you’re gonna feel REAL STUPID when you have to take that cowl off one day and i DON’T RECOGNIZE your face, ” claire teases, her hands reaching up to either side of his face. if he tenses, she ignores it. she’s not going to compromise him. instead, claire bends, just a bit, to press her lips against the armored plate that covers his forehead. “ no PUNCHING for a few days, ” she insists when she pulls back a moment later, thumb brushing over the black armor over one cheek, hand falling away after a single pass. “ night nurse’s orders, comprende ? ”
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LOG: kiss meme PATIENT: @harlemforged PROGNOSIS: accepting.
#11. gentle kiss.
she thinks, sometimes, when he sleeps, that she could study his anatomy forever and not be bored. he fascinates her on a cellular level, the way his cells and his DNA protects him, but it’s more than that –– it’s the way his skin gives and doesn’t give when she touches him, the way laughter starts somewhere in his chest and rumbles like an EARTHQUAKE before it escapes his throat, the way his smile crawls across his face a heartbeat after he’s made a joke, the way he rocks back when she pushes him even though she knows for A FACT that he doesn’t feel it. it’s in the things that make up the man that is luke cage, the things like the way he mumbles in his sleep and the way his arms tighten around her when he has a nightmare and the way he paces when he’s nervous. long fingers dance across the dark skin of his back, brown eyes marvel at the way his skin reflects the little bit of light that seeps in from the window. her fingertips dance down his spine, across his ribcage, and then her palm smooths over his skin, fingers pressing into his chest until he rolls over with a grumble so deep that claire’s not even sure it’d register on a RADAR. he grumbles and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like what time is it? and she hums back noncommittally. she smells like hospital ( and she knows this because she always smells like hospital, even though her last patient left an hour ago and she’s been in the bed for at least twenty minutes now ) and he smells like detergent and skin and she presses her lips to his collarbone. she makes her way up his neck lazily, without any real intent, just lifting and pressing and lifting and pressing and curving her way around his jawline until her mouth finds his. soft. gentle. intimate. if a kiss could be a sound, this would be the quiet shush of pages turning, of a blanket being pulled over shoulders, the soft crackle of a hearth fire. “ go back to sleep, ” she murmurs, her hand smoothing down the side of his arm, the tip of her nose nudging against his.
