#knowmyworrth

[oldbrooklynsoul]

don’t wanna hear about it, every single one’s got a story to tell everyone knows about it, from the Queen of England to the hounds of hell          ↪ url insp. & birthday present knowmyworrth 

[monarcha]

                                            knowmyworrth.                                                       

ymir, he loves magic. 

seventy years, taken off of her just like that. with a dash of magic,  a touch of asgardian technology, and patience, liege has brought back a significant woman --           ( and my, my, isn’t she gorgeous. she really has it               all, doesn’t she? ) he’s beyond glad that she’d agreed to undergo what she had, and  even gladder that she’s agreed to be head of his security council; a strategic, outside-the-box, calculatingly brilliant mind is exactly what he needs on his side. the words he speaks are to be the first words she’s going to hear after undergoing a painless procedure, and he’ll be damned if there isn’t a touch of smugness in his words.

❝ miss carter. you’re looking lovely. how do you feel? ❞

[vclor-blog]

‘  i think you burnt breakfast.

[asoldieronce-blog]

knowmyworrth liked for starter

TARGET ACQUIRED.

Target Identity: .........Peggy Carter. Target Status: Alive Mission: Eliminate Target.

     The goggles he wore adjusted to all the faces      coming from the room. Names, addressed, all      the information he needed running right in front      of his eyes. His gaze jumped from person to      person, never staying long until finally he spotted      her. A face from his past that he didn't know or      remember. Peggy Carter. The goggles flashed      confirming she was indeed his target. Everyone      else didn't matter. Jumping from the building and      sliding down a pipe that ran along the side, he      made it to the ground. The rifle strapped to his      back was taken off, the magazine shoved into it      and immediately he started heading towards her.

[liibxrte]

00:00:00

IN A UNIVERSE WHERE EVERYONE IS BORN WITH NUMBERS ON THEIR WRISTS COUNTING DOWN TO WHEN THEY’LL MEET THEIR SOULMATE, SEND ME 00:00:00 FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO THEIR NUMBERS HITTING ZERO WHEN THEY MEET YOURS.

Steve looks at the clock pressed into his frail wrist, and he hides it again, presses it into his stomach with a small frown and a worried hum. His first day of training begins in less than ten minutes, and his clock is ticking down, set to almost five. Whoever’s out there, milling around right now, one of them must be in the ame situation as he is. And god, he hopes that whoever it is is looking at him at the time.

He goes out, falls in line. It’s hot, sweat already beading on his forehead, but he doesn’t take a moment to wipe it away. That would, of course, give him a glimpse of his clock, and he doesn’t want to look at that right now.

It makes a noise when it goes off, a soft beeping that he presumes no one else can hear, and his heart stops. He looks up, taking a moment to focus his vision in the bright light; the woman he’s met with is gorgeous, breath-taking. And she looks like she’s high ranking. So smart, obviously. Steve thinks that’s good.

But then their eyes meet, and he doesn’t think a lot of anything. He looks away, at the dusty ground. That’ll do for now. 

[thewinterbuckaroo-blog]

knowmyworrth replied to your post:sees a certain bucky on dash feels vastly inferior...

you’re an amazing bucky baby i love you

you’re only saying that because we’re dating <3

[classicmoxie]

™™™™™™!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!