#p; 01

[paiintsplatter-blog]

believe you are lovely ; queen twins.

      surprises are not one of lena’s favorite things. the lead up to the surprise, if she knew about it that is, usually filled her with a certain sense of dread. she would over think all of the possibilities, ranging from something good to something terrible, depending on who had the surprise waiting for her. with maggie, that was a little bit predictable in terms of good versus bad. maggie wouldn’t steer lena in the wrong way, so if her twin said it was a good surprise, lean is quick to believe it’s good. but what if it isn’t all that good? only a good surprise if maggie were the one being surprised and lena would actually find this surprise to be bad? her thoughts raced as her heart did, but despite the anxiety she felt, the brunette made her way to sugar.          as she walked through the doors, she wasn’t hit with anything unusual right away, so far so good. lena walked further into the shop, hoping to see any sign of her sister or her niece, since they were the ones holding the surprise for her. “maggie, ava? i’m here,” she called out, trying to fight that awkward feeling that followed the loudness of her voice. what did she have to feel awkward about? this is her family. while she waited for someone to show their face, her eyes wandered around the shop. maggie did a great job decorating, the bakery felt a lot like a second home to lena so it held that sense of comfort. but as her eyes scanned something familiar, her breath hitched in her throat. taking tentative steps towards one of the paintings on the wall, tears collected in her eyes and her mouth fell open. she was looking at one of her paintings, a real lena queen original hanging up on the walls of sugar.          “this is mine,” she whispered to herself, slowly reaching up with a shaky hand to touch a part of it. 

[anckins]

If Obi-Wan noticed the way Anakin changed as they approached Coruscant, somehow finding the quiet he never could on the battlefield despite everyone’s admonitions, then his old master never said anything. Anakin assumed Obi-Wan would attribute it to the fact that they’d soon be back at the Jedi Temple, as the headquarters were often the closest thing a Jedi had to a home. That guess would be closer than most, but it missed the essential key, the real reason why Anakin found his mood lifting every time they landed on this planet. Because although he could never admit to it, Anakin knew he had a real home. Not Tatooine, not the temple, not even a place -- but a person. And she was here on Coruscant. 

So, even with the horrors of the war still fresh in his mind, and the constant buzz of adrenaline in the back of his mind protesting even a well deserved break, Anakin was happy. The longer the war went on, the less often he was recalled to Coruscant, and although he knew his role as Jedi, he couldn’t deny that sometimes being so far away from Padmé was unbearable. 

Their ship landed, and after successfully pushing the burden of reporting to the council off on Obi-Wan, Anakin made his way to Padme’s apartment rather than anywhere he was supposed to be.  He knocked on the door a few too many times, until it swung open, and there she was - Padmé . 

Trying and failing to suppress his smile, Anakin inclined his head towards her. “Senator Amidala.” The words were proper and formal, but his tone and his facial expression were not, both speaking of far too much familiarity for a senator and a Jedi. It was closest thing he could do to neutral, because even aware of the fact that her doorstep didn’t quite count as private, all he wanted to do was reach out to her. “Did you miss me?

[falllingskyes-blog]

Had it been a year ago, Skye wouldn’t have thought it was possible for things to get crazier after being kidnapped and meeting her long lost father on the very same day. After spending sometime with shield though, she’d begun to believe nothing was impossible. The experiences of her job had also led her think being tied up to a chair a crossed from Grant Ward was probably the most normal thing to happen all day.

Cal had run off, gone to go and try to kill Whitehall again. Frankly, that was fine with her considering she had absolutely no objections to sending the Hydra head six feet underground. The only problem was instead of untying her first like any sane human being would, he’d left her here with her ties still bound.. It was all because he hadn’t wanted her to see him ‘monstrous’. A small part of her appreciated the fatherly sentiment of him wanting to protect her. After all, how could she not when it was the first truly parental thing she’d experienced from her biological father? But the larger, more rational, Shield agent part of her was angry that he’d left her defenseless and out in the open right in the middle of enemy territory. Besides, she’d dealt with monsters before and she could sure as hell do it again.

After twisting her wrists against the ropes in anyway possible and having no luck, she decided it was time to face one of the other monsters she’d dealt with. Her eyes flickered up to Ward, her face an emotionless mask that would have made May proud. Now wasn’t the time to open up the messy can of worms that held any feelings related to her former S.O. No, she needed to compartmentalize that, because despite his traitorous tendencies he was one of the best agents in the business. If she had any hope of getting out of these damn ties, it laid with Ward.

“Have any bright ideas on how to get us out?” She resisted the urge to make a quip about how it was all his fault they were here in the first place, since he’d delivered her right into Hydra’s hand. She managed to her voice even just like Melinda had taught her, but she’d be lying to herself if she said there hadn’t been just a hint of resentment in her voice. Her control had gotten much better recently, but it seemed Ward just brought out the worst in her. 

[kasiaxnilova]

She was cautious, her eyes scanning the horizon from the perch atop the roof of her car. Her presence was hidden by the dried foliage, but she still had a vantage point, and at some angles, her mess of black hair could be seen among the dying fauna. The dried blood clinging to the material of her jacket caught her attention, and her hands immediately began to pick. Call it superficial, but she still hated the constant grime that clung to her skin and the blood that would never wash out. She frowned at the sight, but drew her attention away from the tarnished fabric.

It was a moment too late. She had already been discovered, and she wasn't prepared in the slightest. The girl had been too trivial, and allowed herself to become distracted by a speckle of blood. Her face went rigid, it had been so long since she had the pleasure of talking to someone that was alive. It was an anomaly. But, she still knew what was necessary. She needed others to survive, so she had to be nice. Easy enough. Her hands released the grip she had upon her bow, and the false reassurance of a smile graced her lips.

          "Am I trespassing?" She paused, bringing her eyes to the stranger. There was a trace of dry humor in her tone, and she knows that it never ends well nowadays. So she returns to her original demeanor, if it goes South, she could probably jump in her car fast enough to make an escape... or at least try and crush the stranger.   An apologetic tone bleeds through her raspy voice, her eyes still on the survivor.

"I'm totally trespassing. Sorry. I'll uh-- I should leave."

[wtvrjake]

FEVERISH ➸ Jacob & Brooklyn

wtvrjake:

Jake was astounded that after all of his attempts, a single line stolen from a stupid Vine would work as a pick-up line. Even though he hadn't really picked anyone up, he was pleased with his accomplishment, knowing just getting Brooklyn to enter his apartment would be enough to impress Rhys during their dinnertime conversation. 

Though Jacob was pretty anal about keeping his apartment clean at all times, he still ran around to put things back in their place before changing his shirt and covering himself with twice his usual amount of deodorant because when he said it was getting hot, it was mostly about the weather. Finally he settled on the couch to flick through channels until he landed on one of the movie channels, deciding that seemed natural enough. He sent a text to Brooklyn, reminding her of his apartment number before relaxing as he tried to figure out how he was going to explain his lack of fever.