REDEMPTION

“There are things from the Winter Soldier days that I'm just remembering. Weapons left in the field...dangers I can still prevent. I think maybe that's the path...a way to the redemption I've been looking for.” Independent Winter Soldier | Earth-616 Marvel verse.

[kyberhart]

▐  We’ll take the next chance, and the next. ▐  On and on, until we win or the chances are spent.

[kyberhart]

What chance do we have?   The question is what choice!   Run?  Hide?  Plead for mercy? Scatter your forces?  You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission ——— The time to fight is now!  //  as told by Bella. 

[kyberhart]

SUPPLEMENTAL DATA:   IN MEMORIAM   [ document #MS8619  ( ❛Unpublished Reflections on Jyn Erso.❜ ), from the personal files of Mon Mothma. ]

« The woman I met at Base One could not be manipulated. There are a very few people whose will and ferocity are so great that they pull other people in their wake. I’ve known some who cultivated that talent as politicians and generals, for good or ill. Jyn, I think, never knew the effect she had on others —— never realised the intensity of her own humanity or the presence she brought to a room. She was, as expected, troubled and quarrelsome; she was also impossible to ignore or forget. In her short life, she had seen relentless hardship and become hard herself. But her fire shone bright.  »        //       Indie & selective, written by Bella.

[kyberhart]

*taps the microphone*   I’m joining the cast of  rupaul’s best friend race  to look for gang buddies to go steal Imperial plans and take down the government.  Y’know, the usual.  If you’d be interested in fighting interacting with space hannibal’s badass motherfucker daughter, sergeant   JYN  ERSO   from   ROGUE  ONE: A Star Wars story   please  LIKE  or  REBLOG  this post!  I love crossovers and I’d be happy to help anyone set up a SW verse, or write a new verse for you.   I’m pretty chill about formatting, length, verses and all that jazz. Enough spamming ———  Bella out.

[thecapitoldarling]

       ❝      It    takes    ten   times   as    long                  to  put  yourself    b a c k   together                       as    it     does    to    fall    apart.         ❞

[proyektzima]

Please reblog if you’re willing to plot relationship, no matter what kind of relationships they are! ｡◕‿◕｡

[diekleineamsel]

Someone here is is thinking about sex. Okay, it’s me.

It’s not just you… it’s just really hard for me to be around you without wanting to be as close to you as possible. Is that bad?

[proyektzima]

No. I guess it's a bit of a problem when being in public but I'm not good in public anyway so...fuck it.

[diekleineamsel]

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[proyektzima]

He groaned with low voice at the touch of her silky and warm hand along his member, lovingly stroking him and getting him even harder in her hand. He couldn't help but smile, though, as if the reason was obvious to him and it should be to her as well. “I'm hard for you.” James continued playing and stimulating her breasts and nipples, he wanted to take them into his mouth as well but then she was teasing his erection making him ache with want and need as he felt her wet folds. Instinctively, naturally even he slowly pushed himself inside her. The sensation of warmth and smooth wetness was welcoming and overwhelmingly pleasurable, making him moan huskily against her skin. “I love you Gretchen.” He said subtly out of breathe even if she knew it. She wanted to hear it and he meant every word so saying it out loud wasn't a wast of time. In fact, he felt the need to make her know how much he loved her and how good and tight her pussy felt around him as he thrust deep inside her. It was too late to give up on his love for her, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else ever taking up his place in her heart. “I love you so much. You're mine. All mine. No one else can have you.” His mouth looked for hers, his lips pressing on Gretchen's with desperation and humming into the kiss.

[diekleineamsel]

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[proyektzima]

Her touch was driving him crazy. All she had to do was wanting him and a bit of teasing to get him losing control over his excitement. He had thought cuddling would be it, and James was more than okay with that. But Gretchen made him burn with desire and that's how they worked. That's how they remained alive, they were impossible to extinguish. He couldn't even answer her properly but he did obey and removed his shirt so quickly in a blink the shirt was tossed on the floor or somewhere just off his body. With need his lips looked for hers to claim with eagerness as his hands sneaked under her own clothes, tugging on them and taking them off his way as he kissed her passionately. His hands, both the real and the metal one, caressed the skin all the way upwards her abdomen to her chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. He teased the sensitive part of them, his fingertips rubbing and delicately pinching on her nipples as his hips pushed against hers to finally groan, "F-Fuck...I need you so bad."

[fivepercentless-deactivated2014]

Check out this sheet of RIDICULOUS potential sentence starters I found:

A hard on doesn’t count as personal growth.

Do I look like a fucking people person?

This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting.

I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it left.

I pretend to work. You pretend to pay me.

If I throw a stick, will you leave?

And just how may I screw you over today?

And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be…?

I’m just working here ‘till a good fast food job opens up.

I’m not your type; I’m not inflatable.

I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.

Someone here is is thinking about sex. Okay, it’s me.

I have a computer, a vibrator, and pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?

I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?

It’s sick the way you people keep having sex without me.

I work 40 hours a week to be this poor.

Okay, okay, I take it back! Unfuck you!

Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

You look like shit. Is that the style now?

Earth is full. Go home.

I thought I wanted a career; turns out all I wanted was paychecks.

[livingonmiddleearth]

[awwlokino-blog]

+proyektzima

[awwlokino-blog]

"Neither I’m guessing. Most likely you’ve worked with him on occasion…his name is Clint."

[proyektzima]

"Unless Clint is a woman with a very unfortunate name then I don't see why they would have talked about me."

[awwlokino-blog]

+proyektzima

[awwlokino-blog]

"And sadly not the part of your name to which I was referring….Barnes was it?"

"I believe I’ve heard my fiance mention you."

[proyektzima]

"Who the hell is your fiancé? Did I try to kill her or slept with her? Because if I did I'm not sorry."

[awwlokino-blog]

+proyektzima

"Why is it I feel as though I’ve heard your name before?"

[proyektzima]

"James? It's a common name."

[proyektzima]

I'm about to make a twitter for Bucky, does anyone here rp on twitter?

[xwidowx-deactivated20150104]

"Don't touch me!"

Her brow furrowed as she pulled her hand way from his shoulder. What had she been trying to do? Comfort him? As if someone like her could offer him (or anyone) an ounce of comfort. Balling her hand into a fist Natasha took a step back; trying to steel herself.

"Won’t happen again." She said quietly.

[xwidowx-deactivated20150104]

Natasha knew that she had buried every real part of herself so deeply that it might be impossible to recover at this point. Being whoever the mission needed her to be had become such a common thing that there had never been time for Natalia. Thinking about who was underneath all the layers of lies was almost too much sometimes; but not when she was near him. It was just a fragment but she could see who she had been when she looked into his eyes and saw herself reflected back.

"Время изменило нам. Maybe we’re too different now. Maybe we’ve forgotten too much.”

It would explain why they could never get past these type of moments. Why they could do nothing but stare at each other and wish for the days when their passions burned brightly.  

[proyektzima]

He didn't want to, he truly didn't want to believe they had changed and forgotten so much they had lost themselves in time and space. Who were they now then? James refused to think he was no one, he was tired of being nobody.

He had been a ghost, an object, a mere tool for far too long to accept the only thing within himself that had been real when nothing else was just didn't exist any more. He was okay with pain, he was willing to deal with all the bad feelings as long as he could feel them and as long as he was the only one who did so because she deserved better.

 “Вы забыли, что это такое, чтобы меня любишь? Вы даже любил меня за реальные сразу?” He couldn't blame her if she didn't. She shouldn't really, especially not after he went after her mercilessly to kill when he was ordered too.

[diekleineamsel]

She knew the term of endearment was a common one, but calling him her love felt more personal to her than anything else she coul say in that situation. They were long past the days when she could call him Herr Bucky considering he now preferred to go by Jaems, and otherwise all the other nicknames she could think of seemed too childish. They had both grown and matured, even if being in his presence made her feel like she was seventeen again except without the constant struggle of war raging around them magnifying everything. Their original courtship had happened so quickly; Gretchen was pleased that now she and James could take their time and enjoy things if they so desired. Speaking of things she desired… her nails scraped up along his back as she trailed her lips down his chin to kiss and nibble a path towards his collarbone, her other leg coming up to wrap around his waist so she could feel him more fully between her parted thighs through the thin cotton of her pants.

[proyektzima]

She was teasing him, he knew it and it was both torturing and delicious. It was almost unfair she could turn him on like this with such ease, but feeling comfortable around each other and being physically attracted was part of dating someone, James deduced. Then again, he had never really had a real girlfriend. Not like everyone else in the world, anyway. Having lived most of his life either as a soldier in the US Army or as the Russian assassin, affairs and lovers regardless what he called them weren't the typical kind of girlfriend most people thought of. He took into account that Gretchen wasn't just a girlfriend and that the terminology was too shallow to describe accurately what she was to him. For now, she was his love and being hers as well was all he needed to know. And her body was all he needed to have. The slight scratches in his back made him press himself against her until he could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of their clothing. Surely she could also feel him growing hard as the softness of her lips along his jawline and neck teased him to the point he released a soft low moan.