#notuptoyou

[wildthiiing]

@notuptoyou from ( x )

Fondness laced her smile as she shook her head, “Here I thought it was you keeping him alive.”

[ofmulti]

     “You look great.” Steve looks... UNCOMFORTABLE. He doesn’t have the same charisma as Natasha, the ability to either OWN a room or blend in. He sticks out like a sore thumb wherever he goes. “How long do you think we have to stick around?” 

@notuptoyou  { liked for Steve }

[the-adhd-dad]

Blowing Bubbles...

Just a little thought I had whilst bathing (as you do) tonight with the little one:

EXPECTATIONS

Who is it that decides on the scale of succession and where about's we rank on it? Especially as parents - we know that we will spend many of the first precious years being told what to do and how to do it - by parents that were once parents many many moons ago, which apparently qualifies every single one of them as a head teacher in parenting, even if we start to realise that actually we really don't agree with the way in which we ourselves were once (upon a time) raised!

At the end of the day, the point is, who are we doing this for? Who are we trying to please so bad that it upsets us?

Well the realisation is that it is only our precious offspring that matters in this equation. Everyone else isn't affected by our parenting choices - unless they choose to be..

And it's up to us to choose to not be affected by expectations and "the way things should be done",

They will be made in the best interests of my son only - nobody else! I will NOT "live up" to anything as I do not have to 'live up'. I've already spent far too many years "proving" things... To no avail. No matter how good, how accomplished, how high - does not matter.

We are the bearers of our own and it's our responsibility and so forth our own (instinctive in my opinion) decisions that matter.

In this stage of life all that matters is my boy.

[avengingplayboy]

     “It’s... Not as bad as it looks?” He tries, shooting Natasha a wry grin even as blood trickles down over his left eye. “’Tis but a scratch.”

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[notafossil]

      Chest heaving, Steve lowers his shield and does a visual sweep of the area, checking that’s DEFINITELY the last of... whatever the hell those things were. He doesn’t see anything other than Natasha at his side, who he turns his head to shoot a crooked smile as he catches his breath.

     “That enough of a work out for you? Because I think that’s the last of them.” 

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[huntersprayer]

Natasha. ( @notuptoyou )

“Oh?” Natasha smirked and poured herself another cup of coffee. “Why’s that? Because you hate it when I steal your shirts?” One of which was the only thing she was currently wearing as she helped herself to his coffee. “Or because I’m distracting you from dismembering a body and you need to get to work?” 

       ‘ that last one, ’ Ersken snorts, turning back to the box laid on his worktable. it’s not dismembering, but he will have to sort through the bones for identification. luckily this was a museum project, not one of his more... emotionally wrenching ones. this he could do over coffee & still have the stomach for more work later. ‘ my shirts are quite a good look on you. superior, really. ’

[theassxt]

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“You’re not allowed to yell at me if I tell you something.”

[callitcoulson]

"I'm not moving."