[themaximoffway-archive]

Gimme Shelter || The Twins

[themaximoffway-archive]

Pietro let out a sigh of relief as his face was decorated with kisses, seeing her resilient smile made his night. His arms tightened around her, little breaths leaving his lips as he relaxed into her touches. He placed gentle kisses back on her skin, feeling at home with her warmth so close to him, her heart beating in tune with his. It was nice, to have something so familiar. He had forgotten about the explosions on the TV now. He had forgotten about the fear. Wanda was in his arms, and that was all that mattered. “Voi sunteți lumina vieții mele.“

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

“Soare și stele meu, I have missed you.”  She whispered, resting her forehead to his. His arms were tighter around her, yes but she could feel his relax, feel the relief  that flowed through him and felt it herself.  It had felt like years since she had last been this content, and here, in his arms, she  felt as if she could do anything. A soft kiss to his lips. Another, just because she could, matched with a giggle. It still didn’t feel real, but always, she remembered the way his voice sounded and knew  in her soul that this moment could not have been created. 

[wildxmagelet]

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                                         ʟᴏsᴛ

                           ᴍʏ

[ssragentjthompson-archive-deact]

“Look, Miss Maximoff, I am an agent from the SSR, America’s premier intelligence agency, you can trust me when I tell you we are the good guys and want to keep you safe from falling in the wrong hands like your brother did.”

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

“You leave my brother out of this conversation agent. How can you protect me any better than he or I could? How am I supposed to trust you?” She wanted to- tired of running, so so tired. The exhaustion sat in her bones like it was born there.

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

I am v good at being here right guys

[bbcmycroftarchive-deactivated20]

Because of some shenanigans on tumblr, 

I would advise everyone to try and hold off on drafting things or sending/answering messages for a little while. Even if you don’t have a problem yet you probably will without even realizing it. It would suck to be ten finished replies in and drafted only to realize that they’re not drafting at all and having to redo them all. Drafts aren’t saving in the drafts folder and messages aren’t showing up in the ask, not even on mobile. Just save yourself frustration and trouble for a couple of hours and hopefully the problem will be sorted.

[sociophobist-blog]

could you guys reblog this if you don’t mind rping with nonbinary muses that use they/them pronouns? i know some people feel uncomfortable about it. but i’d like to follow some people that don’t mind!!

[comerpwithme]

STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

Gender-Neutral Parenting Meme

"Baby, she just went into labor. He/She is going to be here soon."

"Can you believe that __ waited until our first date night since having them to speak their first word?"

"Does this mean we can stop calling the baby 'it' now?"

"First rule of parenting, you sleep when the baby sleeps."

"I'm a terrible parent. I don't know why I thought I could do this."

"I don't think I'm ready for this."

"I got a call from __'s biological parents. They want to meet him/her."

"I think I found us a surrogate."

"Keep bringing them gifts home everyday and we'll wind up being like those parents on 'My Super Sweet Sixteen'."

"Let's adopt a baby."

"Please tell me that his/her first word was 'duck' and not what I called my boss last night."

"The adoption fell through."

"The adoption got moved up. We can pick them up in a week."

"The surrogate changed her mind. She wants to keep the baby."

"They certainly have a pair of lungs on them. Are you sure you're not biologically related?"

"They get picked up in a month and the nursery still isn't done."

"We're going to be a family."

"We're not naming the baby that."

"We can't have sex with __ asleep in the bed next to us."

"We were approved. We're getting our baby."

"What if he/she hates me?"

"What if we made a mistake?"

"When we agreed to this, I didn't realize I wouldn't be sleeping in over twenty-four hours."

"__ made a five page Christmas list. Apparently, Santa is being very generous this year."

[ghost-from-outer-space-deactiva]

[vaporwavevocap]

South Park gets it right sometimes.

[theheartofapatriot-deactivated2]

Sometimes, South Park gets it REALLY right.

[call-me-maebea]

It always does

[danguy96]

I may not care for its crude humor at times, but I really love the episodes “Osama Bin Laden Has Farty Pants”, “Cartoon Wars”, “All About Mormons” (though I’m not really a Mormon, I know a few people who are), “Cancelled” and “I’m a Little Bit Country”.

[godsownxman-blog]

Somewhere between allowing herself to absorb God’s creative canvas spread out so temptingly before her and the woman she was here to save approaching, Ororo had folded her arms, back perched against the arch of the open-mouthed alcove. It was dark the further the cavern receded and the air was damp enough that even the weather witch knew anyone spending an excessive amount of time here would contract an illness, or a disease, of some sort. However, it was not her decision in the end to free this young girl from her personal hell. Only she could pull herself from those dreary depths.

As the questions finally drew her from her mental wanderings, a lone brow lifted. “How else might I have found you if not for his guidance? I could have used force, I could have brought this mountain down around you without ever having set foot upon the ground. Rest assured, child, I was not sent here to harm you - - and certainly not to deceive.” Dropping her arms and pushing away from the wall, she took two steps closer to the woman, bringing with her a gentle, warm breeze to eradicate the bone chilling atmosphere. It was meant to be a balm, she found it far easier to communicate her intentions with a subtle use of her gift as the reassurance. She knew from experience, however, that it would take more than the expression to convince a weary mind.

     “I am going to share something with you that I do not willingly tell most.” and there was a reason that she did not, but considering what Xavier had told her, this woman would be able to relate indiscriminately to her daily struggle. Turning to the open expanse once again, Ororo flexed her digits. The air began to stir, and as the color of her oculars ghosted with a pale white, the clouds roaming lazily about in the sky darkened. Thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the base of the rock beneath their feet. 

     “Do not be alarmed,” words that left her in a breath, the display rotated the atmosphere and with an expert control, the storm that had been roused from its slumber became ensnared in an isolation of wind just over an uninhabited area of woods. “You asked how I was able to scale this mountain so easily.” With a silent command uttered to the elements, rain turned to snow and then in an instant the skies cleared to reveal a cerulean blue. Directing a ray of sunshine into the cave, Ororo stepped away to allow the warmth of it to settle upon the other woman. 

     “The truth is that I was born with a unique gift. I am able to command the elements of mother nature. They call me Storm, and I did not climb this mountain. By beseeching the wind, I am able to manipulate the currents in the air making it quite easy to fly.

    –My gift is ever present. Even when I am asleep, I must keep a tight hold on this power. For even a small slip could be devastating. The sky itself could fall if I am not careful, and I have not always been so.” with a breath, Ororo lifted her chin, making it a point to maintain eye contact with this lost soul. It were as if she were staring into a mirror of the past, a reflection of similarity. Wanda was the epitome of the fear Ororo had kept locked away, of a terror from a past longed to be forgotten. 

     “I never knew of my gift, not as a child. The power had lain dormant, not even my parents had known that the babe they had conceived was uniquely special in ways they could never imagine. When I was just a little girl, barely five years old, I discovered that I was different. At first, I I thought it were merely my imagination. If I was sad, it would rain, and when I was angry the skies would roar in my stead. I hadn’t an ounce of control, and I soon paid for it, dearly. 

     –It happened in an instant. A plane had hit turbulence above my home and it had fallen, crashed right through out roof. My parents were killed and the last thing I remember is my mother lying above me, protecting me from the rubble and debris. She died only after confirming my well being. Triggered by my emotions, my gift spiraled. I do not recall what sort of havoc I envoked, but when I came to, the village I had grown up in was leveled. A ‘freak storm’ as they had called it, destroyed everything. I was unaware at the time that I had been the culprit. It was not until years later, after I met Xavier, that I realized the immense danger my gift posed to those around me.”

Swallowing thickly the haunting memories that came in flashes of her mother’s bloodied and broken features and the destruction that lay in wake of the aftermath, Ororo returned her mind to the present.

“Charles Xavier, the remarkable man who gave me a home and taught me how to exercise control. It is because of him that I am able to live my life without throwing the world into chaos. He is the man I wish you to meet.” Laying it bare proved a relief, though she could tell the other was rightfully uncertain still. “Just a visit. If you do not find it to your liking, I will personally return you to your solitude here in the mountain. The choice is yours.”

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

Could have used force. Of course she could have. Even from where she stood, Wanda could sense a sort of strength radiating from this woman that she had never felt before. Even in the battle, the droids, the gods, the soldiers- none of them had even an iota of the power she possessed. Quite frankly, it terrified her. Yet, at the same time, she had made a point. With all that power, this woman could quite easily have taken Wanda down even on her best days with control, let alone in this moment when she was still so weak from loss. Wanda stood unharmed and having a conversation, albeit a rather confusing one. That granted some miniscule level of trust that was not there before. 

With a step forward, the woman brought a gust of wind that stirred her hair gently, almost playful. It was a sort of warmth and kindness that had been long absent in Wanda’s life- left behind before the fight, before the experiments, before the loss of her parents. Her childhood was called to mind. Times when she was happy and with her brother, and even her parents. Times when they had no question as to whether or not they would have food the next day. 

And yet, in a flash, that warmth was gone, replaced by a stronger wind. Thunder soon struck in the distance and even as she was reassured to remain calm, she could not help but fear when the ground began to shake. Only her vigilant watch on the woman before her kept her calm. The clear and assured calm and control on her features had Wanda’s breath catching in her throat. But how did she learn such control? As if to prove the point, the storm became snow and then sunlight, bathing Wanda in a warmth she had not known in years. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched. 

A sort of pain resonated in the woman’s voice as she recalled her childhood. A chill settled in Wanda’s bones despite the warmth of the sun. Memories flashed before her eyes- a peaceful dinner, a hole in the floor, the shell of a bomb staring in her face, a flying nation with children screaming for help, bullets, a pain unlike anything she had known before when her last of kin- her twin- was taken from her. She knew of this loss, of being the cause of this destruction. 

Wanda’s heart broke for this woman as she told her tale. She wished for one never to suffer as she had, and yet, this woman was here with what could be perceived as something far worse. How could she pretend to be in pain?

Charles Xavier. The name sounded as if it belonged to one who would experiment on her once more. But, if the story told was true, then this man could be precisely the key to preventing more deaths on her account. She was scared, certainly, and nervous, but not unwilling. Slowly, she closed the distance between them, searching her eyes for one last moment. Just like that, she had made up her mind. She lifted one hand, holding it out to her. “I would like to go...”

[androidvision-blog]

“  Good- - Where  should we  go? I don’t  know      what food is good. Or well anything about food      besides how it digests,  “

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

She had to hide a giggle in her arm, smiling fondly. “It entirely depends on what sort of  food one wants. A lot of it is good, but there is so much to try that it may be difficult to decide.”

[eatmydxst]

“Go on, Wanda…you eat. I will eat later. When Stark is not around.” 

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

“Please do not do this... He will not hurt us”

[ssragentjthompson-archive-deact]

“To keep you away from the people who want to hurt you. If you fall in the wrong hands, you don’t know what kind of things they’re gonna force you to do believing it’s for the greater good, Wanda. I’m a federal agent, you can trust me.”

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

A harsh laugh. “I was in the hands of people that used me to to kill for years, Agent. I think I know exactly what they would force me to do. And agents like yourself were behind a lot of  that darkness. You will need to do better than that.”

[amatterofforce]

     “That is a contradiction, no?      But I must say I did not have a gun.      I never do.”

There’s a smile on his lips, friendly and relaxed – so out of place in the current situation. He knows he’ll get yelled at later for cutting off everyone else, for putting the mission at risk, but how can they expect her to come willingly when they had guns pointed at her, when they were forcing her to be defensive? It had to stop. There needed to be calm and quiet; Alain works best in such conditions after all.

     “Fear causes thoughtless actions.      My friends on the other side of      this wall… Euh, they do not      think well because they are      scared, but they mean to do good.      We all want to help you,      mademoiselle, and, in turn, help      others who cannot help themselves.”

Her countenance is fierce, just as he expects it to be, but he hopes his words quell some of her rage, make her understand a little better. There is an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach – anxiousness more than likely. Alain, too, is scared, though for a different reason. 

     “Helping another is all I wish to      do today. Will you let me help you?”

A fight is what he fears. He does not fear the opponent, nor the what damage he may suffer; Alain fears for her and what may happen to her if feelings of pain and resentment get in the way of what little peace there is.

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

     “That makes you more dangerous      than them.”

She stares at him, this man that claims to be here to help, and wonders why he does not just subdue her.  It would be easy for him, she thinks. Possibly the flick of a wrist. If he could create this barrier, what else could he do? But there was no where for her to  retreat to, so surrounded was she by this wall. A barrier that, if she took a step away from him, she would be  closer to. That would not happen. 

     “Fear is what causes your friends to      hunt people like us. I have been hunted      my whole life. How can I go willingly      with those who once wanted me        DEAD.” 

Her talk of these people fearing her, yet it is her own fear of what they may do to her that has her eyes  glowing a brilliant red. Merely a display of power more than her willingness to harm the man that has offered her some form of kindness. 

     “How do I know they will not hurt me      the moment you lower this wall?” 

She wants to trust him, really she does. But a lifetime of being called a monster and being treated as such has made it harder for her to believe kind words. She wants to stop  running, to stop living in fear. Red dims, returning to soft and fearful brown. Shoulders sag. It is done. 

[russiasredguardian]

“You didn’t answer my first question, Wanda - who are the people who want you dead?”

[redwiredthoughts-blog]

“Perhaps because I do not want to mention it?” A pause. “Strucker. He’s going to kill me because I escaped. I know things I should not.” 

[zombiemaids]

I was embarrassed that I even wanted to become an actress because coming from L.A., with two older sisters in the business and a mom who had been a ballet dancer, it was such a cliche.

[nixreginam-blog]

i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.

(via mecalledspeed)