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pancakes

yES! And I do love pancakes so much, yummy! Hope you’re having a nice day ^^

#asks #callsigncarter

callsigncarter replied to your post “i completely forgot that i actually posted a chapter of a cartinelli...”

Link? I'm on mobile

ahhh okay this was over a year ago and i never got past chapter one, but here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4909057/chapters/11261392

#callsigncarter

callsigncarter replied to your post “Someone please tell me why they give you a white color pencil to use...”

It's for shading. You can use it to blend and make the colors lighter too

I’ll have to try that when I find a pencil sharpener.

#callsigncarter #you would think I would already have the pencil sharpener but somehow it disappeared

Happy holidays blog faves

So since it’s christmastime/ the holidays I thought I would just do a shoutout to the blogs who make my dashboard a great place to be all year round so:

@iamnotsebastianstan @callsigncarter @buckywthbarnes @sebschris @sebsbuckybarnes @splodie-arrow @221bbarricade

you’re all my faves so thank you and happy holidays <3

#iamnotsebastianstan #callsigncarter #buckywthbarnes #usernina #sebsbuckybarnes #splodie-arrow #221bbarricade

you can count on me

A Christmas mission for Agent Rogers and Agent Carter brings some things to light.

a secret santa gift for @callsigncarter

Merry Christmas, Sarah! You are a gift to this fandom, and I am so thankful that I get to follow you and chat with you and call you a friend :)

The silence was deafening.

Steve looked to his right, where his new partner—the terrifying, beautiful, mysterious Agent Margaret Carter—lounged, the passenger seat of their vehicle just slightly reclined. She stared out the windshield, each puff of breath clearly visible in the freezing interior of the car.

By car, unfortunately, he meant a tiny Trabant. Steve hunched over the steering wheel on his side, his broad shoulders and tall frame not meant for such a small space. He shifted slightly to find some modicum of comfort, but the whole car rocked with the movement. Agent Carter sent him an impatient glance, and he sank back into the driver’s seat, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin, as he had just after receiving Erskine’s serum twenty years ago.

He shivered as a gust of winter air wound past the car, the chill flowing through every weak seam and imperfection in the body of the car. Steve shivered—a flash of sense memory overtook him, freezing metal, cold air, the crushing weight of ice—and the car rattled once again, disturbing the silence in the alley.

Agent Carter heaved a sigh, and Steve felt like a new recruit all over again. She reached inside her coat, rooting around for something. He couldn’t explain why, but he reached for something to shield himself, every instinct in his brain screaming gun. She pulled a flask out of her coat, only to see him pressed up against the side door, recoiling away from her hand. He expected her to be puzzled, or even offended, but instead she just grinned, like there was an inside joke he was not privy to.

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