My Past Is My Own

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“he hates you, he still loves me. and bastard orphans can do a lot, even if you cast him out to become impoverished. he’s basically a hero among my society, so  give him a shot,” she said, picking her nails absentmindedly, quite enjoying the situation she put her sister in. “you know you miss him.”

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“i don’t know when that happened, i used to  be his favorite.” and stiva was hers, until the crown settled itself on golden head; he’d always been more forgiving and fonder of youthful error. “i know he’s good at what he does. i just don’t want to see him.” what she’s not saying is that if she does see him she might forgive him, & the sheen of ice on her heart might crack.  “look, if you think i’m going to let him come back here and kiss me on the head and tell me everything is going to be all right, you’re even more delusional than i thought. i’m not going to forgive him.” a sigh. “fine. but if he does anything displeasing, i’ll send someone to kill him.”

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nat scoffed. “and you wonder why you’re not his favorite anymore. kat, you’re gonna have to learn to play nice if you wanna keep that crown on your pretty little head- or if you wanna keep your head at all.” nat then motionedfor clint to follow her. “we’re going to search the castle, ask some questions, see what we can find out. try not to kill anyone till then, okay?”

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natasha smirked. “oh trust me, the only incompetent person i’m attached to is you. clint can more than well do what he needs to. and there’s just one more person i need to reach out to. he’s a right bastard he is, but i think he’ll help.”

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she has to hold back an inelegantly frustrated noise at that; clearly, natasha’s just trying to get her riled up and, well, it’s not going to work. until she mentions a ‘right bastard,’ in that drawling tone of hers that she uses when she tries to be funny, and the indignance is stripped from her face as her mouth drops open slightly. “right bastard?” she repeats. “you can’t mean stiva, it’s not possible. i banished him years ago except for when i send for him – which is never. he can’t – you can’t let him come here, he hates me now. and anyway – how can a bastard orphan help me?”

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“he hates you, he still loves me. and bastard orphans can do a lot, even if you cast him out to become impoverished. he’s basically a hero among my society, so  give him a shot,” she said, picking her nails absentmindedly, quite enjoying the situation she put her sister in. “you know you miss him.”

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                  ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD.

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@ex-skydiving-scientist @widowesque @sophisnotofuckingkay HAPPY BEST FRIEND DAY <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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It makes me a bit angry that if you google ‘body positivity’, the first link that you’ll see is wikipedia’s ‘fat feminism’ 

Like ????? excuse me? 

Body positivity is about accepting everything that makes you feel insecure. It’s not something exclusive for “fat girls”. It’s not exclusive for girls either.

Whether if you’re a girl, and you’re naturally skinny, or chubby, muscular, have very wide hips and narrow shoulders, or maybe the other way around. Or you look “masculine”. Whether if you’re a guy and you’re very skinny, or chubby, or muscular, or short, with or without facial hair. Or if you look “feminine” Whether if you’re skin is dark, or pale, or if you have scars, stretch marks, or moles, piercings or tattoos.

Body positivity is about being comfortable in your own skin. Accepting who you are, being happy with your body. Because in the end, you’ll spend your whole life in it. Every body is unique, is a masterpiece of life. Learn to love it, learn to distinguish those little things that make your body unique, that make your body yours. 

Your body is amazing. Your body is unique. Every tiny detail in it is beautiful, your eyes, your smile, your hair, you’re beautiful. Don’t waste your time impressing others, impress yourself. Look into a mirror, smile, and tell yourself how beautiful you are. Tell yourself how gorgeous you are, and how fucking awesome you are for being you. 

You look stunning. I love you.

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captain–kitten:

Finally breaking up with a tv show like

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the stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone like you.

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“you strike a hard bargain” he paused to think for a few seconds. “alright. i’m in. i can do all the detectiveness but one- i gotta be under wraps and two- i don’t talk to the queen. she’s your sister, not mine. and you gotta do all the assassin-ness.”

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“sounds good. although she might threaten to behead you a few times.” natasha grinned and extended a hand to pull clint towards the castle throne room where kat was waiting.

queen katarina was less than pleased with the outcome. “i thought i told you to bring someone competent, not your boyfriend, natasha. really, you’re far too attached to him. he’s expendable.”

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natasha smirked. “oh trust me, the only incompetent person i’m attatched to is you. clint can more than well do what he needs to. and there’s just one more person i need to reach out to. he’s a right bastard he is, but i think he’ll help.”

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“aye aye captain hardass! i shalt keepeth the sex-craved males away fromst thy castle.” she’d have to get used to this proper stuck up speech. clint didn’t use it, and none of her assassin frien- aquaintances really used it, and they didn’t use it when they were kids. she also had no intention of unironically using it at any point in the future.

gossip had spread of the rumors of all those men sliding thier way into her sister’s bed, but nat refused to believe any of them. now that she knew the rumors were true, she would gladly behead any man who came near kat.

“you still look ten babycakes. now if you’ll excuse me your majesty, i need to go get some help.” 

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“don’t mock me, natasha,” kat snaps, and the words come out harsh but strained. “i’m pretty, and young, and marriageable. why wouldn’t i make such an assumption?” her elevated speech is an affectation she’s quite proud of after being known as nothing but  the brat of the castle as a child. 

                   “i hope you’ve chosen competent companions, i don’t have time to deal with fools. i’m a busy woman.”

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“don’t mock me natasha,” she mocks. “you’re young, but pretty and marriageable are debateable, honestly.” and with that she walkedd out of the throne room and went to the stables to look for help. 

“hey clint.”

[613thezine]

Give me Wanda Maximoff going to a synagogue, slipping into the back row, so she can have a minyan when she says kaddish for Pietro.

Give me Wanda Maximoff saying kaddish alone in her room, even though it’s not supposed to count without a minyan, because she’s too anxious and overwhelmed to go outside.

Give me Wanda Maximoff returning to Sokovia to erect a memorial for Pietro, something Jews don’t do until at least a year has passed.

Give me Wanda Maximoff leaving stones on the top of his grave.

Give me Wanda Maximoff mourning the only way she knows how, even though she hasn’t thought of herself as religious in years.

Give me a Jewish Wanda Maximoff who isn’t over her brother’s death.

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natasha looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. “sure, and the sun isn’t made of fire.” even kat’s ridiculous outifit denied that statement. she wasn’t going to complain though, at least she still had a room. 

“you don’t need to worry about that. my aquaintances can get by on their own fairly well. and maybe i did pick up the habit, maybe i didn’t, but you’re still ten in my mind.”

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“oh, whatever.” her tone is petulant to match the vivacity with which she rolls her eyes. “i’m a queen, i deserve nice things. and i don’t like having my privacy intruded upon.”

not that the young queen doesn’t relish in scandal; she’s a woman who’s had her share of paramours. some better than others – there had been teddy hale, who was a darling but a complete and utter bore, and henry holland, who unfortunately had no fortune to speak of. it’s not that she’s worried people will talk. she enjoys being the subject of conversation. it’s that she doesn’t particularly like any of the people in natasha’s charge ( the ones she’s met, anyway. )

“if any of them dare to make advances towards me, i expect to have them promptly removed.   i won’t be seen with them. especially not publicly. are we agreed? i am very much not ten anymore, and people will certainly brand me a harlot if it’s suspected that i… consorted with one of them.”

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“aye aye captain hardass! i shalt keepeth the sex-craved males away fromst thy castle.” she’d have to get used to this proper stuck up speech. clint didn’t use it, and none of her assassin frien- aquaintances really used it, and they didn’t use it when they were kids. she also had no intention of unironically using it at any point in the future.

gossip had spread of the rumors of all those men sliding thier way into her sister’s bed, but nat refused to believe any of them. now that she knew the rumors were true, she would gladly behead any man who came near kat.

“you still look ten babycakes. now if you’ll excuse me your majesty, i need to go get some help.” 

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natasha smiled. “glad we can agree on something. now i trust you haven’t completly demolished my rooms from before, have you?” if she was doing her job, and she was doing it right, she’d need to plan, and get help. 

“i may not have friends, but i do have aquaintances. aquaintances that i’m sure you and i can trust easily. you’re also going to have to drop this almighty act, okay, kitty kat? you’re still my kid sister.”

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“of course i didn’t demolish your rooms. do you know how much that costs, natasha? we’re not made of money.” by the lavish furniture throughout the castle, you’d never know that, but whatever. “you’re welcome to them if it’s absolutely necessary for you to stay here. although i’m not entirely certain we’ll have room if you’re bringing anyone in, unless you expect me to share.”

which she’ll say no to, anyway. no one needs to hear someone else whine all night about their problems. oh, no, i don’t have enough closet space.

“—–don’t call me kitty kat. no one’s called me that since i was ten. and it was mostly stiva. don’t tell me you’ve picked up the habit.”

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natasha looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. “sure, and the sun isn’t made of fire.” even kat’s ridiculous outifit denied that statement. she wasn’t going to complain though, at least she still had a room. 

“you don’t need to worry about that. my aquaintances can get by on their own fairly well. and maybe i did pick up the habit, maybe i didn’t, but you’re still ten in my mind.”

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“i don’t have ‘friends.’ you can’t make friends in the work i’m doing, that’s how you’re supposed to know.” she rolled her eyes at ‘undesirables’. seriously, was there anyone or anything she didn’t degrade besides herself? “your security team is doing absolute horseshit. there are about ten posts in the castle left unmanned, and the people themselves are about as stupid as they look.”

“if any rebels attack,  you’d be outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned. you have to take a stand from now. you need a right hand man- or in this case, sister.” kat would never admit it, but nat knew her like she knew her own mind. when they were younger she was so kind and trusting, and even if the throne hardened her heart, it didn’t take away her naievity, and that was never a good thing.

    “just give me a shot.”

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“but – everyone has friends.” pert nose wrinkles in slight confusion. she remembers having friends, when she was what, seventeen? it seemed so long ago. “’s not my fault it’s a big castle,” and for once there’s a noticeable slip in her queenly diction. “castles aren’t supposed to be small. and the only people allowed in my private chambers are the maids and houseservants. unless you think one of them is smart enough to kill me.”  she snorts in a distinctly un-royal manner.

“i’m working with a third of what our congress has promised, anyway. the rest should be here by winter.” not that congress ever actually does anything; it’s a figurehead of democracy, really. “the rebels aren’t going to attack, natasha. i killed their leader years ago.” but nevertheless, she sighs. “i suppose they’ll be back, then. fine.”

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natasha smiled. “glad we can agree on something. now i trust you haven’t completly demolished my rooms from before, have you?” if she was doing her job, and she was doing it right, she’d need to plan, and get help. 

“i may not have friends, but i do have aquaintances. aquaintances that i’m sure you and i can trust easily. you’re also going to have to drop this almighty act, okay, kitty kat? you’re still my kid sister.”

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nat stepped closer to the throne, deciding it was time to get to the point. as much as she would love to sit back and watch a country fight against a shit queen, that shit queen was her sister, and no matter what it was her job to protect her.

“look, believe it or not there’s a reason i’m here. i’m appointing myself as the head of your security.” she looked around to make sure nobody important was watching and grabbed kat by the shoulders. “i know you think everyone loves you in the perfect little world you’ve created in your head, but there’s a rebellion about to happen. i’m here to protect you. any orders you give to your security go to me from now on.”

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“don’t touch me,” she snaps, although she makes no effort to move away. “how am i supposed to know you and your friends aren’t plotting to overthrow me? i don’t know the type of people you associate with since you left. you always did associate with the… undesirables. my security team is handling it beautifully and although i do appreciate the offer…”

she wants to say yes so very badly, but if she does, she knows she’ll have to forgive her sister for whatever imagined slight she’d committed long ago. and forgiving natasha isn’t something she does lightly.

        “unless you can prove to me that i need you, i’m going to say no.”

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“i don’t have ‘friends.’ you can’t make friends in the work i’m doing, that’s how you’re supposed to know.” she rolled her eyes at ‘undesirables’. seriously, was there anyone or anything she didn’t degrade besides herself? “your security team is doing absolute horseshit. there are about ten posts in the castle left unmaned, and the people themselves are about as stupid as they look.”

“if any rebels attack,  you’d be outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered and outplanned. you have to take a stand from now. you need a right hand man- or in this case, sister.” kat would never admit it, but nat knew her like she knew her own mind. when they were younger she was so kind and trusting, and even if the throne hardened her heart, it didn’t take away her naievity, and that was never a good thing.

    “just give me a shot.”