#hellofacat

[xstrange]

              stephen said nothing for a long while, simply leaning against his desk with his arms crossed before his chest. after hearing and reading about all that happened with jessica and.. killcorpse? killscream? the purple man, stephen was already prepared for her visit, as evident by his appearance.

“   patricia, what can i help you with, hm?   ”

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[agenthalder-blog]

     asha moves quickly down the sidewalks, her dark hair and green jacket flowing behind her. she had a place to be and fast. the crowds on the streets weren’t exactly helping much. picking up the pace, she took a sharp turn around the corner and collided immediately with someone. hand shot out to grab them by the arm, assuring they didn’t fall.

               “ you alright? ”

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[yourlordofhell-blog]

@hellofacat

 “---- I still don’t get the whole cane thing. I mean, I used it once years ago, but I still don’t understand it? Honestly, why does everyone relate me to using one ---- I don’t need one to walk with.”

[lihothecat-blog]

@hellofacat

The rain was pouring and Liho was miserable, her human wasn’t home so she had nowhere to shelter. Finding the balcony of an apartment that did appear to be occupied, she yowled loudly, pacing up and down until she was noticed.

[katiethearcher-blog]

@wandamaxxmoff, @cliintbartcns, @tcdd, @hellofacat  , @wallcrawling

          “It’s kind of like you want me            to  punch  you  in  the  face.” 

[akahellcxt-blog]

@hawkeyecut

Trish didn’t often practice in public spaces, but this was a semi-private gym with exclusive membership. She hadn’t been bothered by anyone here yet.

She’d noticed the girl a few times, and she was impressed by her skill with the punching bag. Enough to go up to her, after her work out had ended, to compliment her abilities.

“Excuse me,” she said, giving a smile. “I’m sure you already know this, but you’re very talented. May I ask who you trained with?”

[hawkeyecut]

Kate   s m i l e s   despite herself; she thumbs at a loop of tape that’s come unstuck from the rest of her bindings and once it’s secured she   l o o k s   up at Trish from under a fall of inky hair. Kate is sweaty, and aching; her knee throbs from a collision in a car, and she’s got a bandage on her cheek but the glow of endorphins and maybe even a little bit of   p r i d e   that she’s come so far in such a short time. “Oh. No, I mean I’ve taken self defense classes, and stuff. I guess my boss has shown me a few things too. I’ve been trying to teach myself a lot of it because you can’t ever be too safe you know?” Kate pauses for a moment, and then smiles at the blonde------- s h e e p i s h l y . Like she’s worried she might sound conceited. She pushes sweaty hair off of her equally sweaty face with the bend of one wrist, and then offers her taped hands to Trish by way of greeting-------hopefully the other woman doesn’t mind the powder she’s using to ward off friction blisters on her bared skin. “I’m Kate. Kate Bishop. Nice to meet you.”

[webheadedarchive-blog]

'I want the K' bc reasons

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7: Romantic Kiss

Getting an invitation to go to dinner wasn’t something    Peter had planned for. Especially from her. Didn’t she hate him in high school? 

Oh man, I really hope she doesn’t ask me about her    show...cause I still haven’t listened to one broadcast. 

   A couple hours later and one dinner—make that a dinner at restaurant that he could never have gotten into. Ever. And he definitely didn’t expect to have as good of a time as he did, practically smiling the entire time as they walked down the sidewalk to her building. 

   ❝Okay,❞ He began as he stopped in front of the door and slipped his hands into his pockets, ❝Well this was actually a really good night. A lot better than last time I saw you.❞ Lightly bouncing on his heels, hoping he wasn’t reading too much into their dinner, leaning in on his toes and pressing a light kiss to her lips. 

❝I don’t know why I did that—I thought that—okay    I’m gonna go before I get thrown in front of a car.❞

[deadtraitor-blog]

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        maybe walking around the city at THIS time of night was a terrible idea. people were still wandering the streets and it was possible that ward was standing out like a SORE thumb. walking around in the military style outfit. but the t-shirt the vessel was ORIGINALLY wearing now slopped into the cave in upon his chest. blood still STAINED His face and no doubt still stained his clothing from the wounds he had previously received.