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over here now— still working on stuff

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i’m gonna move barney to his own blog so stay tuned~

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pre-established relationship hearts!

❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse 🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse 💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse 💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse 💙send to have a partnership with my muse 💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse 💖send to have a past romance with my muse 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse 💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

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@thiirteen

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warjournaling:

    FRANK CASTLE’S NEVER BEEN ONE FOR SMALL TALK.  Pete Castiglione isn’t either.  The Jack Daniels is all he’s here for,  a few glasses of it straight and he’ll be gone for the night,  bone deep exhausted from work and the wars he wages inwardly more than outwardly,  now.   The news is loud and he thinks of Steve Rogers and the weapons he’s been helping track at mention of the Secret Avengers,  or whatever the hell they’re calling them.  Frank isn’t a part of any mission besides his own,  but it’s a nice side task along the road to whatever the hell he’s going to do. 

He hasn’t quite figured that out yet.  

He hates small talk,  he does,  and he lets out a huff before he downs the rest of his glass,  gestures vaguely to the bartender for another.  It’s a fairly straight-laced place,  not the seediest he’s been to,  but it seems no matter where he goes he attracts people looking to talk.  

“Yeah,”  Frank grunts,  shrugs loosely.  He spares the man one look straight on,  assessing him in his periphery.  “Yeah.   Turnin’  in Captain America,  that’d be something,  huh?” 

      There’s something about the stranger. Hunched with a familiar sort of aversion: don’t talk to me. Barney likes it. This kind of loner is practically his brand, and already, Barney is trying to piece the dude’s life together from the subtle clues his posture and tone give away. It’s hard to tell with the light, but Barney thinks he sees a bruise and maybe a healing cut. His knuckles probably aren’t clean or unscathed. It’s not unusual to find in a place like this, and these days, Barney’s looks are similar.

      ❝ Oh, yeah. ❞ Barney smiles a little, not looking back at Frank as he stares up on the screen. There’s a flicker of old film from The Incident. If you’ve seen these fugitives, please dial... ❝ Do ya’think they’d give a million for ‘em? Maybe more? ❞ Finally, Barney looks at him, taking a swig from his beer. He glances Frank over. 

   ❝ --- Think you could take him? ❞    

[misterhunnam]

Charlie Hunnam | photographed by Brian Higbee.

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beep beep

ive gotten some new followers so the basic rundown is that i write barney pre-blindspot and y’know pre-death, so he’s currently an fbi agent. i can do 616 or mcu, and if you’d like a starter, just let me know!

[notthatgreen]

margaret atwood sentence starters.

❛ i used to say i’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder. ❜ 

❛ search instead for the others, the ones left over. ❜ 

❛ it was not what he had in mind. ❜

❛ i exist in two places, here and where you are. ❜

❛ love is choosing. ❜

❛ all people are driven to the point of eating their own gods. ❜ 

❛ screw poetry, it’s you i want. ❜

❛ leave me alone, this is my winter. i will stay here if i choose. ❜ 

❛ you are as innocent as a bathtub full of bullets. ❜ 

❛ what use is moonlight? ❜

❛ only we could call it a wound. ❜

❛ only we can regret the perishing of the burned place. ❜

❛ and now it’s in you, secrecy. ❜ 

❛ i wish to show you the darkness you are so afraid of. ❜

❛ when the appearances of things have left you, you will still have this darkness. ❜

❛ memorize it. you will know it again in your own time. ❜

❛ this darkness is a place you can enter and be as safe in as anywhere. ❜

❛ it’s a wonder either of us believed a word the other said. ❜

❛ i feel like the word shatter. ❜

❛ the two of us were - by our own admission - proficient and shameless liars of long standing. ❜

❛ knowing that the work is mine, how can i love you? ❜

❛ a truth should exist, it should not be used like this. ❜

❛ i stand in the presence of the destroyed god. ❜

❛ as for the sun, there are as many suns as there are words for sun. ❜

❛ if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon? ❜

❛ i would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. ❜

❛ what are you supposed to do with all this loss? ❜

❛ life goes more smoothly without a heart. ❜

❛ knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you. ❜

❛ where do you draw the line between love and greed? ❜

❛ you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened. ❜

❛ can’t you be both? ❜

❛ now that i’m dead i know everything. ❜

❛ whoever said that light was life and darkness nothing? ❜

❛ welcome back, my darling. ❜

❛ in exile, survival is the first necessity. ❜

❛ i will not come when you call. ❜

❛ we must resist, we must refuse to disappear. ❜

❛ we touch as though attacking. ❜

❛ we should be kind, we should take warning, we should forgive each other. ❜

❛ if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. ❜

❛ to put a hand on another is to touch death. ❜

❛ you collapse my house of cards merely by breathing. ❜

❛ there’s no love here. maybe it’s the boredom. ❜

❛ i know you’re there, even when i can’t see you. ❜

❛ i began to forget myself in the middle of sentences. ❜

❛ we are hard on each other and call it honestly. ❜

❛ our choices turn them criminal. ❜

❛ the beauty is an illusion, and also a warning. ❜

❛ farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. ❜

❛ solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. ❜

❛ whether they are dead or not is a moot point. ❜

❛ that, or a bleary hopeless love. ❜

❛ speaking of which, its the smiling tires me out the most. ❜

❛ not that anyone here but you would understand. ❜

❛ is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy or can anyone tell the difference? ❜

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                                            only one way this is gonna end                                   barney barton /// 616 & mcu // pre-blindspot

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[misterhunnam]

Charlie Hunnam by Billy Ballard for InStyle | April, 2017.

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My girlfriend (who is asleep) just rolled over, wrapped her arms around me and very lovingly whispered “I want to murder you"

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@thiirteen

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accipitrinae:

he’s been shoving his way into helping nearly all day, and that was after he’d spent a solid three hours of the morning working off nervous energy. he’s already gotten the patient you’re annoying me look from cap, tony’s loud declaration of you’re annoying me, and natasha’s cotton-candy sweet i’ll kill you if you annoy me smile. thor’s clapped him on the back in sympathy so many times he’s fairly certain there’s going to be a bruise. they still let him help, because they get it, but it doesn’t really do anything to alleviate his anxiety.

everything’s been — tentative. barney’d said he’d come, but they’d never even done this — holidays and celebrating and sitting around a table or whatever. these weren’t mutual friends, and they weren’t exactly normal. not that he and barney were, but—

he’s cut off from his train of thought by the announcement that barney’s arrived, and then he’s there, standing awkwardly in the elevator that’s brought him up with what looks like a box of cookies.

his hand rises, pulls away from his head in a gesture that almost looks like a salute.

he verbalizes it a moment later, tone a little hopeful, as if barney hasn’t already shown up.

❝ hey. ❞

@nobullseye | s.c.

barney doesn’t know what to wear. it’s maybe what’s bothering him the most as he leaves his place -- what do you wear to a holiday party? how do you present yourself to a couple of assholes you’re not sure you want to know? how do you, after a few decades of boiling, rumbling pain and anger and god knows what else, chill the fuck out. barney has only done this a handful of times and most of them were in college, when families and friends didn’t give a shit if he showed up ragged and tired. because he was a college kid straight out of the army.

 now he’s a full-blown adult about to introduce himself to tony goddamn stark and captain fucking america. barney goes between looking nice in one of his suits or going casual all morning until finally, frustrated and late, he settles with his usual apparel. and a carhart jacket for the breeze. 

the cookies are an afterthought, picked up at a bodega down the block. a lady with red hair snatches them from him with several pleasantries, and then barney is left alone at the elevator. this single room is nicer than anywhere barney has ever been. now his jacket weighs on him. ❛ — hey. ❜