#selfproclaimedavenger

[crimsonblxnde-archive]

@selfproclaimedavenger

“God help us all.”

[prxfessors-pet-archived-blog]

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             First poke: "Stop it."              Second poke: "Wade, I said stop."              Third poke: "Once more and you'll regret it."

[livingcontrivance]

@selfproclaimedavenger liked your post “starter call”

“Oh great, you’re here. I thought I was the only one to pursue this bounty, but I suppose someone saw fit to put you in the know, too.”                            Fantomex crouched low against a wall bordering the roof, the target described in the wanted notice holed up in the warehouse across the street from their position.                    “Do try to not blow our cover, won’t you? I’m rather allergic to bullets.”

[jarvisismyfuckingcopilot]

#hahahaha oh my godm you guys i cant#i am trying to up my quality and then THIS 

//THIS IS QUALITY!!

[morteprimo-blog]

chrysta is trying to tell me to go to bed. wOMAN JUST BECAUSE I HAVENT SLEPT FOR TWENTY HOURS DOESNT MEAN I NEED TO. I wanna do things and be free, besides I gotta take my meds at around nine - ten ish and if I go sleep now I'm gonna be dead asleep til like four pm xd

[jarvisismyfuckingcopilot]

"I need to choose a pet name for you. Any ideas?"

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“You need to? Not gonna lie, Wade, that kinda worries me.”

“I’m also hella curious...”

[ofcrimsonenchantresses-archive]

@selfproclaimedavenger

Wanda was ridiculously hungover. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, having passed out on the sofa. The light streaming in from her blinds irritated her. “Why do I ever agree to go for a quiet drink with you? Why do I fall for it?” She asked Wade, knowing that he was somewhere in the room. Probably passed out on the floor. She checked herself to make sure she was still wearing clothes. “Okay, I’m about 95% sure you didn’t finally get me drunk enough to consider sleeping with you?”

[buyxwarxbonds]

@selfproclaimedavenger

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[text: sassmouth]: You -- a good boy?  There’s a first time for everything, I guess.

[text: sassmouth]:  Well, surprise sexting santa it is, for both of us I guess, since I’m not really sure how I managed to send that when I was, in fact, trying to delete it.