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@notmyfatherskeeper
❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
“isn’t that how it always goes? you’re trying your best and then some little shit comes up and puts your good mood down and you ruin everything you were doing?”
thromofthunder:
As the Bifrost deposited the Asgardian firmly on his ass, much to Throm’s thorough annoyance, the son of Thor at first groaned. With an exasperated sigh, he rose to his feet and proceeded to shout at the sky. “Oh, c’mon, Heimdall, I said I was sorry….Also, do me a favor and tell Volstagg I’m sorry too!”
honestly? she was use to it at this point. the weird shit this school produced. she was returning back to aeterno, (after fighting her mother tooth and nail over it--- she was away at a family funeral when her best friend got fucking kidnapped) and, not even five minutes in, was surrounded by weird shit. case in point: kid yelling at the sky. “---let me guess. asgardian, right? what did you do to get dropped on your ass?”
@of-mutineers
why had she worn heels again? christ. not only did they hurt but camila was finding it harder and harder to keep herself steady in them as the night went on. maybe that was because of the crowd--- though the several drinks she had could be part of it, too. either way this was the third time she had stumbled in the past ten minutes and: enough was enough. the temple was irritated, plain and simple, and had finally decided to just take the stilettos off. to hell with them, right? didn’t need them to dance. and it wasn’t like other girls weren’t doing it. probably. shaking her head camila moved to lean against one of the walls of the room, hoisting her leg up to fumble with the strap of her heels. maintaining her balance was harder than she thought, though, and after a moment the girl found herself reaching out to grab the shoulder of someone passing by to catch herself. “fuck, fuck--- sorry, fucking shitty hell---” she shook her head, dropping the leg. “fucking heels. sorry about that, could have fallen on you though so consider it lucky---” pause. “blake?”
For what it’s worth, Drew Johnson would have JUMPED at the chance to be all dolled up, show off her most gracious ensemble, parade through the gala like some pampered princess in those glorified fairytales the spy presumed were read to children throughout their youth [ Disney certainly did a fair enough job advertising. Though the fairytales DREW knew were darker. Grim. Or, Grimm, rather. Those had always been her favorite ]. And yet —– She wasn’t filled with the excitement she tended to, anymore. The prospect of social gatherings had the Johnson-Ward, instead, brimming with anxiety, distaste, and just general aversion. She sighed to herself, crumpling the delicate invitation in her hands and tossing it on the ground; defeated. Until the disturbance, a sudden rush of energy encompassing the room as the one and only Camila Temple bursted through Drew’s doorway. The agent was unfazed, however, smirking up at the other’s blatant display of enthusiasm, shrugging wryly. “Cammie, Cams, My Love, how can I help you today?” It was all light tones and wholehearted banter until the Temple posed the question, at which point Drew felt her expression drop. “The —- The gala?” A moment of hesitation. This was Cammie. And Drew trusted her closest companion with her life. She always would. “I — Guess that could be fine —–” The more she thought about it, the more the first year’s mood continued to brighten. “Okay, yeah! I’d be honored to go with my best friend —– That’s what this is, right?”
camila kept the smile on her face, expression the same, despite the sudden drop in her stomach at drew’s moment of hesitation. she could watch the younger girl’s expression twist up, causing the temple-murdock’s own stomach to twist on itself, nerves skyrocketing. if she said no it would be fine. they could do something else. camila knew how drew was about crowds and people now--- if she said no it didn’t mean she didn’t want to go with her. still. the brunette bit down on her bottom lip, watching the girl for a moment as she spoke. i guess. i guess--- wait. drew’s mood seemed to brighten the more she thought on it and camila could feel her shoulders relaxing. tension easing out of her. “great!” she rose off the couch, moving to crawl over the back of it to embrace the girl in a tight hug, ruffling her hair as she went. “of course it is! you’re my best friend. duh. who else would have that spot?” she rolled her eyes, smiling. “you’ll get to see me in a dress. lucky dog.”
@espionvge
there was an upside to being an older sfirst year, it seemed, and that was: being able to drink booze while the other little babies couldn’t. not that camila drank very much--- she didn’t get the urge to very much. tonight was an exception, though. she had lost her date a few minutes into the dance and, irritated and covered in itchy material, the brunette had taken to the bar to get over her irritation. one drink had turned into two, though, and soon the brunette found herself laughing with some other over the top dressed students loitering around the bar. their company was nice, (and she probably only thought so because she was tipsy now) but, it wasn’t who she really wanted to be around. frowning the girl had waved the others off and pushed off the bar, looking for her date--- the girl she wanted to be around. best friend. where was she again?---
“drew!” a broad smile spread across the girl’s face as she FINALLY spotted her and moved to walk over to the smaller girl, leaning across her shoulder to rub her head against the other’s. “i was looking for you! dance with me?”
@espionvge
she had been debating the idea in her head since she had heard of the event. it seemed like a good idea in her head, seeing as how she didn’t really know much of anyone at the school but, she wasn’t sure how well drew would respond to it. and camilia didn’t want to make her friend uncomfortable or upset--- anything but that. after a few days of sitting on the thought, though, the murdock-temple had decided: to hell with it. she’d never know the answer unless she went up and asked--- so that’s what she was going to do.
“little d!” since finding her friend at the academy again the girl had stopped knocking whenever she walked into her room--- heaven help whoever was her roommate but camila didn’t care--- and today was no different. the agent in training slung the door open, broad grin on her face and little flyer in hand. “babe, drewbie, angel face.” she fluttered her lashes, moving to slide onto the girl’s couch and lean back against it, looking for the girl. “be my date to the gala, please?”
❛ Did you purposely order a Sex on the Beach so I’d say it to the gay bartender? ❜ -Mateo
@ofheratics
“me? i’m offended you’d think i’d choose my drink of the night because of you, acere.”
#b (Emmaline)
a ship in port - radical face | @emmalinequinzel
“but i have always stayed in one place.”
❛ I don’t go onto Facebook, okay? ‘Cause I don’t give a shit about whose pet just died or who just checked in at the fucking McDonald’s. ❜ Camila temple
Stephanie just stared at the woman. “Fine, I won’t show you this cool cooking video.”
camila gave the other girl a hard look for a moment, brows screwing together before she rolled her eyes. “good. i’d rather you didn’t. you’re never able to actually make that shit look like the video, anyway.”
❛ Look at me, I can’t go to jail! I might as well wear heels. ❜ Camila
“Then I guess we need to run faster.” Mabel said through her gasps before taking off once more.
great. camila drew in a groan and kept her pace up with mabel, careful to try and not be seen. “don’t you have like--- special privileges? can’t you shoo them away with your wounded retired cop status?”
“come on. What’s the damage? It’s just a little fun.”
“you look like the type where a ‘little fun’ for you is a whole lot of damage and trauma for others. if you’re not suppose to be in the range--- it’s probably for a good reason.”
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day? Vodka’s best. Believe me. ❜ Camila
“Discussing the best ways to consume Alcohol with a staff member? Either you are incredibly brave or I must truly look miserable today.”
@notmyfatherskeeper
“let’s go with a combination of both, yeah? i mean--- sure you look pretty miserable but i’ve never been shy, either.”
Bianca Santos in Maxim - March 2015 by Sigurd Grunberger
Hobbies?
“i like watching telenovelas— the fucked up weird shit on there makes me feel better about my life a lot. i’m also really into boxing, it centers me, and going to the gun range when i’m in a good enough mood.
i can also cook— i like to bake and if you’re laughing right now about that then you aren’t going to get anything i make so jokes on you, coño.”
@espionvge
the invitation to vindex academy had stayed on her kitchen table for years. it hadn’t even been an option to her. miss murdock-temple the letter had opened with. murdock. camila had never had any problems with her father. she cared about him. loved him. but she was never a murdock. wouldn’t be. she hadn’t wanted any part of his weird vigilante world. her mom patching wounds for heroes was enough.
so it had stayed there. she went to the police academy instead. that’s where she was needed. she didn’t need vindex or aeterno or anything like that. it didn’t have anything she needed.
and then a sprout of a girl that she had let live with her, cared about, helped, had left for it.
aeterno had something camila (temple, not murdock, never murdock) needed. it had drew johnson.
that was the only reason she had contacted the school and left her little apartment in new york. got permission from her captain to go train with powered individuals--- so she could bring the training back and use it on her job. in the streets. a good enough explanation. reason. but not the real reason she went. and yet--- it had taken her days after moving in, settling, to finally go and search out for the reason why she had left everything behind. she hadn’t tried the dorms. not yet. maybe she was waiting to see what drew was doing first. observing. or maybe the spit-fire, fearless camila had finally gotten scared. cold feet.
it didn’t matter, either way. it just so happened they both were in the gym at the same time--- and there was no avoiding this now.
“drew---” camila squinted, stepping out from the doorway of the gym. “---surprise?”
#role model material
Look all I know is if I don’t get into the shooting range my head is going to explode…it relieves my stress” Dean said giving a bit of a pout. They stopped his access due to his…lack of need. “Come on…help me out”
camila gave the other a look from the side, eyes narrowed and brows set low. she had only been here a day or so but--- she wasn’t dumb. she could tell by the way the other was talking and acting--- he didn’t need to be around a range. “yeah. not buying that. try some other stress relievers, kid.”
