#debtsandredledgers

[chezamanda]

watch?v=G4LVE9OUTfw

Oh, I found it. Thank you though! Here’s the link for anyone who hasn’t gotten on it yet.

[chezamanda]

UK trailer got that and a clip of sharon

SON OF A BITCH REALLY?

[poeguesquadron2]

GOD I'M SO CONFLICTED OVER MY LOVE AND ADORATION FOR SCARLETT. OBVS THIS IS REALLY SHITTY AND MORE IMPORTANT THAN A CELEBRITY BUT UGH. I hope it's for the money, man.

same same same

please let it just be a money thing

[eiluned]

I wonder what Scarlett thinks about the new poster

Somebody should Hawkeye Initiative that thing. Slim that waist! Define those boobs!

[cailins]

OKAY DO TELL HOW WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY WHAT DID YOU DO I LOVE YOU

MY BIRTHDAY WAS GREAT IT WAS QUIET AND I GOT A TATTOO AND NOW WE'RE GETTING READY FOR A FAMILY DINNER AND PRESENTS AND SUCH.

[eiluned]

steve+clintasha drinking

"You know I can’t get drunk, right?"

Barton was already three sheets to the wind, by the look of him, and Natasha’s hand was just a bit unsteady as she poured three shots of vodka. Steve didn’t know why he was surprised to find the two of them drinking themselves into oblivion; getting shitfaced was a time honored tradition when soldiers got back from a mission, and if any mission deserved a bottle or two of booze, it was the battle of New York.

Steve wished he could get drunk after everything that happened.  And he hadn’t even had to deal with Loki turning his brain inside out. He also hadn’t lost a long-time friend, and in the days since the battle, Steve had found out that Barton and Romanoff and Coulson had gone way back.  It was bad to lose a good man, but it was even worse when that good man was a good friend.

He pushed the memory of Bucky falling to the back of his mind, like he usually did when it resurfaced.

"Doesn’t matter," Barton said, his words slurred a bit. "Have a drink anyway, Cap."

With a sigh, Steve dropped into the empty chair at their table and caught the shot glass that Natasha slid his way.  “To… to… the eventual possibility that I’ll get to play target practice with Loki’s head,” Barton said, sloshing a little vodka out of his glass as he clinked it against Steve’s and then Natasha’s.

"Иди на хуй, Loki," Natasha said, tossing her shot back.

Steve looked into his glass, not really seeing the clear liquid.  He remembered sitting in that blasted out bar in London, desperately trying to drink away the pain of losing his best friend.  He hadn’t lost anything like that in New York, but the two people across the table had.

He watched Barton drift off into thought, his mouth turning down into a scowl, and Steve knew he was reliving everything that had happened.  Natasha knew, too; Steve still wasn’t sure what their relationship was, but it was obvious they could read each other like a book, and it was especially obvious that they cared for each other as much as he had loved Bucky.  It dawned on him that they had nearly lost each other, and he wondered if he and Bucky would have had a drinking session like this one if that bar had just held.

Barton didn’t react at first when Natasha reached over and put her hand on his forearm, but after a second, he shifted so he could enclose her hand in both of his.

Steve tossed back his vodka, coughing at the burn in his throat and the bitter ache of missing friends long gone.

[cellistpond]

debtsandredledgers replied to your post: So I was just in the shower and realiz...

i know people who do themes like “owls” or “animals” so they don’t have pink or blue stuff

Nice. yea.

And like I've read on it, and the baby colors used to be reversed. Plus babies can't see pastel colors anyway. So the whole thing is stupid

Ima just be like BUY THINGS IN ALL THE COLORS. MY BABY IS GONNA WEAR THE RAINBOW

andthenwatchmyparentsheadexplodebymakingthemthingmybabywillbegay

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valentine's day gifts

Confession: I started writing a Christmas gift exchange fic, but didn’t finish it before Christmas actually got here.  So… yeah. Maybe one day I’ll finish that one? But that’s where the Mr Coffee reference comes from. Hi, I write fics with references to fics I haven’t finished yet.

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Valentine’s Day, much like Christmas, was mystifying to Natasha.  She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why the anniversary of a massacre had been turned into a whole big thing with gift giving and balloons and nauseating displays of hearts and cherubs and all that crap.

But she found a stuffed cherub at the store. It had blond hair and a purple bow and arrow, and she laughed herself silly at the thought of Clint’s face if he were to find it on his desk.

So she bought it and made sure she got to their broom closet of an office before he did so she could set up the horrible little thing right in front of the Mr Coffee from Christmas, which had migrated from his apartment to their office a few weeks ago.  Then she waited.

And waited.  And waited.

At half past ten, she gave up.  Some paperwork was due half an hour ago, so she left with a sigh to go deliver expense reports to Roz, Battle Maiden of Accounting (Clint gave her the nickname, of course).

Clint still wasn’t in the office when she got back at eleven, but the little cherub was missing from its coffeemaker perch.

"Damn it," she muttered, tossing her jacket over the back of her chair.

On her desk was a single pink rose.

It was the coffee maker for Christmas all over again.  She got him something stupid, and he got her… something.  Something that made her throat feel weirdly tight, made heat flood her cheeks, made her feel strange deep in the pit of her stomach.

She ran her fingertips over the velvety petals for a moment, picking it up to breathe in its sweet scent, before tucking it into her desk drawer.