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shiftinganger‌:

Trust had never been Helena’s strong suit. From the time she was eight and she had first been adopted to now, she struggled to trust anyone outside of her family and even that had been an uphill battle for the first few months. “I’m not exactly known for my patience.” Despite her desire to get closer to Romy after everything with Theo, the usual anger within her. (She wondered if it was something she would ever get over or if one day it would not linger within her at the thought of Romy and the lies.” She swallowed, forced her anger to the back of her mind. “I can give it a shot. Maybe.”

“i think i know where you got that from.” she didn’t mean her. much as it would have been easy apply such simple comparisons to them, romy often looked to helena and saw her MOTHER moreso than she saw herself. raven would have been some kind of influence on her, if she had raised her. romy just wasn’t sure if that would have been a good thing, or a bad one. “that’s all i want, helena. and it’s as much as i deserve. if you could try...- then i’m happy.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#helena barnes

danielthorson‌:

a barely audible gasp escaped the blond’s lips, his eyes widening as he turned to look at the older woman. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she was suggesting that he break the law! “b-but that’s illegal!” he stammered, as if it weren’t obvious, “i don’t want to do that!”

“illegal,” she scoffed, looking back at him with the sort of expression that dared him to argue with her point. “tell me - do you really think it’s illegal to break into something that only has YOUR things in it? do you see where you’re wrong, or should i spell that out to you?”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#daniel thorson

teddybrocks‌:

teddy was still trying to control their breathing when ramona came out, their breath haggard as they spoke. “i – sorry… i had a bad dream.” teddy barely got out, ‘but i probably am a risk’ the boy wanted to add. “i’ll go inside in a minute..sorry for waking you.”

“you-...” a frustrated sigh left her lips as she looked to them, and after a weighted pause, romy straightened her back and pulled her jacket closer ; thinking it a little unwise to leave them be. she...- she understood. she thought she did, anyway. she hadn’t had a peaceful night in what felt like a lifetime, dreams forever haunted by the past. “you don’t need to apologize. i can...- i can forgo some sleep. if you’d like for someone to stay with you, that is.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#teddy brock

rivermilfs

mädchen amick as jackie mccoy in mr. rock ’n roll: the alan freed story (1999)

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * you are a disaster ( you are a goddess ) ― visuals. 」

teddybrocks‌:

nightmares weren’t exactly anything new for the host; with the symbiote and them being one he often experienced what the alien feared in his dreams. this time, like many others, it started with a high-pitched screech and ended with the separation of symbiote and host; something that had never happened since the pair were born. waking up in a cold sweat, teddy pulled on a pair of sweatpants and converse and headed out of the dorms with nothing but their pack of cigarettes. panting slightly, teddy sat on the wall outside of their dorms and lit one, foot tapping anxiously as they tried to cool down their bare torso. “it’s okay, we’re fine, it wasn’t real. we’re fine.” teddy repeated to both themselves and their other, curls stuck to their forehead with sweat.

“i thought you were a security risk.” the censors around campus had REGISTERED them as one, and it was clear enough just from the way that she was dressed - jacket pulled haphazardly over her pyjamas - she had rushed from her bed in order to check it out. she was none too pleased about where her worry and rushing had gotten her. “why are you out here so late?”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#teddy brock

nvthawkguy‌:

“Shit!” The camera was shattered on the ground, and the person responsible, a man she tailed while following a lead, stalked away. Kate stared at the remains of her camera. “That’s gonna cost a pretty fucking penny to replace, asshole!” She shouted her way before she knelt down to pick up the pieces. “Are we in an alternate universe where smashing cameras proves your innocence or?”

“maybe he didn’t like being photographed,” she wouldn’t have gone about it in the same way as he had, she liked to tell herself ; but she could understand the urge. unfortunately for kate, that meant she had come out on the rougher side of things. “you’re asking for trouble, if you ask me-” she hadn’t, but at least with a deep breath, she could continue on a better note of, “do you need a hand picking up the pieces?”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#kate bishop

danielthorson‌:

“don’t do this to me,” daniel practically begged, as he found himself tugging at the door of the locker, trying in vain to open it. he’d always struggled when it came to combination locks, no matter what he did, he could never get them open! “i just need to get my stuff,” he added, as if his pleading would magically get the locker to open.

“i’ve never seen a better moment for someone to begin learning lock picking,” she’s half joking ; attention caught by his struggles as she made her way from A to B. “begging the locker isn’t going to do anything.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#daniel thorson

antdadjoke‌:

“aw, no, come on,” there’s a frown on scott’s features as he watches a line of ants get disrupted on their way back to their colony. he knows the world isn’t very kind to the effort of ants but his empathy for them after spending so much time working and living with them is pretty high. “don’t bother them, they’re not bothering you. look, see, that one’s carrying like, half a cookie. that’s super impressive, isn’t it?”

“bother...” she trails off, gaze following scott’s down to her feet, where a line of bugs has been stopped in their tracks. “the ants?” she’s taken aback ; almost thinking of it as a JOKE, except... it really, clearly, wasn’t. “you’re saying the ants are impressive? we’re talking about bugs? calling them impressive because they’re doing their... buggy thing?”

#bug cw #「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#scott lang #:((

* closed starter for / @rcsurrecteds !

“knock knock-” so that was it, then. FINALLY, romy had become one of those people that said ‘knock knock’ out loud before she entered a room. go figure. “i thought you might need a pick me up, since you insist on burning the candle at both ends like this.” her lips were pressed into the straight line of an unimpressed mother, but there was a softness to her expression as she lay down the ceramic cup on the nearest surface, cup of coffee acting as her gateway into a conversation. she wasn’t... used to this, yet. living under the same roof as anyone at all was new, but theo was different. he was her SON. her very recently back from the dead son. she cast a glance around the space, and almost to herself, added- “you know... we could paint this room someday, if you’d like. make it more homely.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#theo hansen

sting-likea-stinger‌:

unlike their partner, cassie was EXCITED to help the town after the storm. it was things like this that had them in their element. so they showed up ready to go in a bodysuit laced with pym particles, ensuring cassie could grow as much as necessary for the big tasks. with a big grin and a wave, cassie’s enthusiasm is apparent, “i’m cassie! don’t worry, i don’t mind having enough excitement for both of us,” they shrug happily, because it’s true. cassie is also very used to being around people that one may classify as grumpy. the jury was still out on ramona though, “it’s not so bad, you got a size changer with you,” cassie shoots the woman a wink before focusing on the building in front of them, a large branch sticking out of the roof, “which, I know we’re supposed to wait for the calvary, but like…. you wanna just go for it?”

“i will say one thing-” with her golden eyes fixed upon cassie, romy’s lips pulled into an almost bemused sort of smile, “you seem much happier helping out this town than my kids probably are, right now.” or indeed ; than she was, though her issue lay in the fact that she was losing valuable time spent with the two people that mattered most. if she had been partnered with either of them it would have perhaps been different, but the fact that she hadn’t... well. all considered, could anyone blame her for wanting to get finished quickly? “that depends on what ‘just going for it’ means to you,” her eyes narrowed, gaze flickering up to the branch in question - thoroughly doubting that this kid could grow enough to deal with that. “i’m supposed to be the mature one, in this pair. if you were to get hurt under my watch because i let you do something silly...- you might understand how bad that would be.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#cassie lang

* closed starter for / @sting-likea-stinger !

“i suppose the sooner we get started, the sooner we can finish.” there were better things that she could have been doing. romy was especially partial to the idea of spending time with her newly resurrected son, and hadn’t felt entirely positively towards the people who had decided the townspeople, as a whole, needed to join together and make paragon habitable, once again. still. it wasn’t ideal - but at least they weren’t stuck with the WORST of the jobs. trash picking was right down there, but their role in helping clean up some of the jobs that had been mussed during the storm was... not so bad. “i’m ramona, by the way. i don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure - and we might as well be on a first name basis, if we’re stuck here together for any amount of time.”

#sidekick.task05 #「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#cassie lang

wowbobs‌:

she was good. that’s what they saw in her at shield. bobbi, and romy too, were not the type of women that broke themselves apart to make room for the men in their lives. she refused to bend over backward for people that would never even look up for her. resilient and strong-willed. all bobbi had left these days was that. she knew she was going to be cursed with goodness. she knew she was going to be cursed with a love of humanity. she wanted to hate, to be spiteful, but it didn’t fit inside of her the right way. she was biting and sarcastic but she was still human ( though an enhanced one ). while bobbi lacked identity, romy had it in spades. bobbi couldn’t find where she ended and where the sadness and the grief began. she was a blend of misshapen stories. ❝ actually, they don’t rather approve of my choices. ❞ and god, didn’t she just fucking love that. bobbi never wanted to be the woman they hoped she’d be. ‘ disappointment ‘ was a title she wore with pride. ❝ oh, well, all for the better, then. who wants to fit into a box ? i’m too old for that. i’d get a crick in my neck. ❞ she smirked at her, absolutely radiant. she only tried for one reason and one reason only. bobbi loved knowledge. she was deeply logical, an offset to many of the brawny people in her life. she wasn’t always going to be a spy. in another, she was a plain old high school chemistry teacher. she had so much intelligence and nowhere to put it and it showed. biochemistry was enough to occupy her time. and she liked the simplicity of it. she was simpler in a classroom setting. her students looked up to her ; this cool, battle-worn shield agent who gave out sarcastic yet cheerful advice ( not the broken woman ). ❝ don’t worry, ramona. i, too, am more than i seem. and i never bite off more than i can chew. ❞ and she’d have a lot of fun chewing, she thinks. ❝ bourbon’s definitely an acquired taste. ❞ and bobbi, after many long nights, has acquired it.

of course she had learned a healthy appreciation for strong women of all walks of life - her mother was RAVEN DARKHOLME, and that was almost enough explanation in itself. it felt good, felt right, to settle into this easy back and forth with the agent before her. and it wasn’t a reach, by any means, to find a way to compliment her at every twist and turn. bobbi was deserving of a lot more than romy could give - that much was certain - but she was sure willing to try. “their loss,” her gaze aflame, the very thought that the people who should have appreciated bobbi the very most DIDN’T enough to light that match, “the misfortune of the older generation is that they’re often blind to just how much better the next has done for themselves, without their help.” their generations, of course, did differ slightly - romy was just a touch older - but the sentiment never would have changed. some things were simply universal. “you do know just what to say, don’t you?” her gaze raked over the other, once more, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into a smirk inherited directly from her mother’s side. “and you do strike me as a woman who could handle it, even if she did.” she could hard relate to that one. whatever they were, there was a similarity buried shallow. “it’s something to drink when the nights are cold, isn’t it?” another hearty chuckle, and then, “i’m not sure what else matches the comfort, outside of the warm embrace of a knockout woman.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#barbara morse #alcohol mention cw

shiftinganger‌:

Before she was adopted but after she was separated from Theo, Helena imagined life with parents, maybe the parents that put them up for adoption but adoptive parents fit well enough into the dreams of a seven year old just as. The twins would be together, that was the main theme of it all and at the time, that mattered much more than however their lives would’ve been in the mind of a seven year old. “At least you can admit that you couldn’t have been enough for us. I wish I had known it sooner myself. It would’ve saved me a lot of pain. ” It was Theo, in particular, that she cared about. She liked to think of herself as strong, liked to imagine that her healing factor could’ve protected her from anything that many have gone gone wrong. Theo was not like her, at least in her mind. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Are you serious? You don’t enjoy my tone?” She scoffed. “His flaws out weigh anything that good’s about him.” Another eye roll. “Your mom seems to work about the limitations much better, anyway.”

romy had never struggled with the truth. she had never had to think twice. the decision to let them go hadn’t been an easy one to make, but she had at least been able to admit to herself, even back then, that whatever life they made away from her would be better than the one she might have given them. the ideal had always been them ending up together, the only family either would ever have ( or so she’d thought ). it had all fallen apart at the seams when she had realized that such a hope wouldn’t be realized. “i certainly couldn’t have been. but abraham - he would have. that much, i know.” she was protective of his memory, even as he continued to exist, elsewhere ; finding himself, for however long it TOOK. it was a habit of a lifetime. “i don’t enjoy charles xavier either, but at least he’s trying. not many people do,” and not many managed to do an ounce of GOOD, either, “my mother is a terrorist, helena. her flaws are numerous, too, and you’d do well to keep that in mind. no one is innocent or even entirely right, when it comes to this line of conversation - we’re all just as bad as the others.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#helena barnes

shiftinganger‌:

The hug was welcome for once. In this moment, there was no room in her mind, already full of fear and concern and a pain that would not leave no matter how much she tried to think about anything else. “Are you sure he’s okay? He’s not in danger or anything, right?” She wrapped her arms tight around Ramona. Fear still pulsed within her, her every thought tinged by it. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on, and my dad and Steve don’t remember me, and I haven’t been able to find anyone.”

“of course he isn’t,” he thought that he was, but that didn’t seem like the most important of details to share - not right now, anyway, and not in present mindset. “this school is the safest place for him, helena. he’s perfectly alright, and you shouldn’t worry yourself.” romy certainly wouldn’t, at least not while the mist was affecting her like so. cradling her daughter close ( and enjoying the gesture, all the same, no matter how out of it she was ), the eldest darkholme’s grip only tightened at her words, as if trying to be a stabling comfort, “something is going on, helena - they aren’t the only people affected. i’m sure they’ll remember you, soon, and in the mean time, you can stay with me. i’ll take care of you. i owe you that.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#helena barnes #[ event 13 ]

shiftinganger‌:

closed starter for @ofdarkholmes

Seeing Ramona was a relief, the, albeit brief, light feeling in her chest a stark contrast to the swell of anger and hurt that had only begun to die down a few months ago. “You’re okay?” She asked letting out a shaky breath. The panic and fear came back only moments later. “Shit, have you seen Theo?” Whatever timid peace she had found when she found Ramona and whatever calmness had been in her voice was lost. “Is he-” Okay, alive. “What if he’s-” Hurt, dead again, missing.

“helena.” is it fair to call it relief, or is it delight? the gravity of the situation is certainly lost on her, but is it wrong that romy is just GLAD to see her daughter? any other time ( and in any right frame of mind ) she would have recognized how out of sorts helena was, but right now...- she just didn’t. “i’m more than okay. c’mere-” without ( over ) thinking about it, without hesitation, romy moved forward to envelope helena in a warm hug, answering the angsty questions put forward more casually than she probably should have, “he’s fine. i saw him a little while ago. he’s a little spooked, but- he’s okay. are you?”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#helena barnes #romy not being of any help to either of her kids ... sounds abt right

* closed starter for / @rcsurrecteds !

“isn’t this nice, theo?” she hadn’t exactly confronted all of her emotions attached to her sons return, prior to this whole thing going down. it was... fresh, to say the least, and much as she’d wanted to try and fall into an immediate sense of something normal, there was too much there for her not to feel she had to hold herself at an emotional distance. but that was before the storm. before the mist. before they were stuck to a safe room together. now, romy wrapped an arm around his shoulders - her smile huge and toothy and highly disconcerting, situation considered. “we’re together. we weren’t together - what with you being...- well. down under.” a little chuckle. a bit too careless, when in regards to her son being dead. “but now we are. it’s a pity that helena isn’t here with us, but- maybe you and i can use this to really get to know one another.”

#「･ﾟ 𝕽𝕯 . ･ * ― convos. 」#theo hansen #theo: hallucinating he's gonna b got #romy: tripping balls #death mention cw

* spring fling 2019 / RAMONA DARKHOLME !

accompanying : n/a ( only here to keep her kid out of trouble )

#sidekick.springfling #rachel: spring fling

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