#shakeandquake

[rictorscales]

[ txt ]: I will smite you. // @daisyquakes

(✉️ ➡️ earthquake buddy): you know, people are always saying that and i have yet to be murdered in the streets and/or struck by lightening  (✉️ ➡️ earthquake buddy): i’m starting to feel really lied to :/ (✉️ ➡️ earthquake buddy): it’s sad

[legendxry-outlaw-archive]

❝Would you rather be an eagle or a jellyfish?❞ -- @shakeandquake​

When he realized she actually was asking him one of those "Would you rather...?" questions, Peter blinked a few times in confusion. "Is that...are you seriously asking me that? Come on, what kind of choice is that? I thought it was supposed to be something crazy like, 'would you rather lick dirt or pet a porcupine?' Or at least something like 'would you rather run out of fuel or food a thousand light years from your destination?'" Now those were hard choices. But an eagle or a jellyfish? Spreading his hands, he said, "An eagle, duh! Would someone actually pick a jellyfish? What the hell do they have going for them? Other than being a big pile of goo that really doesn't look like it belongs on Earth."

[multiversalasskicker]

“ i feel like maybe he ate some moldy bread or something. ” // @shakeandquake​

America wasn’t a good friend. She knew that. She disappeared for months at a time without warning, she split the second things got a little too real, she was so determined not to be left that she’d leave anyone in a moment’s notice to avoid it. She was a million different things that added up to ‘shitty’ in the friendship department... but Daisy Johnson wasn’t a friend. She was family. 

America wished she could say she was better at that.

Daisy never seemed to hold it against her, of course. Daisy was a lot better than America deserved, always there to welcome her back as if nothing had happened at all any time she vanished, and this time was no different. In Matt’s apartment, sprawled out across his couch, it was pretty easy to pretend that nothing had changed. When Daisy spoke, America snorted, tilting her head as she narrowed her eyes at the tablet they’d set up as a makeshift TV on the coffee table. “I don’t think he’s sick,” she ventured, “I think he’s just kind of a dick.”

[rxdshood-a]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— did you miss me? 😆 + [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you ignoring me? @shakeandquake

( 📩 → unknown ): oh god, YOU again. jesus christ.  ( 📩 → unknown ): of course i was. didn’t you hear it’s rude to double text? you’re like a suburban mom in her 40s who doesn’t know you can fit everything in one text. no, janet, i don’t need thirty texts about the bake sale that could’ve all fit into one. [ …. ] ( 📩 → steph’s annoying friend ): if it wasn’t clear i did not in fact miss you.  ( 📩 → steph’s annoying friend ): i need to change this number. again. for the 50th time. you try to ask for anonymity and get people out the wazoo trying to annoy you. i fucking hate that. i am a somewhat- ( 📩 → steph’s annoying friend ): kind of- ( 📩 → steph’s annoying friend ): okay. i’m not a good person but maybe i deserve good things just because life has been shitty enough. 

[itsbxtgirl-a]

text message → @shakeandquake

[MSG:] Why does every bad decision I make end up with at least 100 likes on YouTube?

( 📩 → daisy 🌼 ): ma’am this is a wendy’s ( 📩 → daisy 🌼 ): what did you do this time though?? should i watch the carnage unfold or do you need to hide in my apartment for a few days  ( 📩 → daisy 🌼 ): one time i tried playing rooftop tag w jason and about lost my life when i slipped doing a backflip :( im no longer allowed to play rooftop tag w jason now.  ( 📩 → daisy 🌼 ): that was not recorded though. i would never live it down 

[fxllen-one]

Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. -- @shakeandquake

[😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] Good evening, my dear. Or is it morning already? [😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] Sorry, I've had a...busy night. [😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] Do you know if there's a place which serves pancakes that will deliver right now? [😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] Some of my...guests...would like some. [😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] To eat off of a plate, that is. Not off of me. [😈 ➡️ Miss Beauty and Grace] Well, I'm not entirely sure about that last part, actually.

[roi-des-voleurs]

@shakeandquake​ --  “ you have shaken me to my very core ”

It might have been a bad idea for Remy to vault down from the fire escape using his staff, but he had not thought he had landed that hard. He had needed to make a quick getaway from a poker game gone sour, and the window out to the fire escape had been the best option. So he used his bo staff to flip himself off the metal and land--rather well, he thought--in the alley below.

He had not seen the lady nearby, however, and while he was glad that he had not landed on her, he must have startled her quite a bit. "Oh pardon, chere. I didn't see you dere. Hope I didn't scared you dat much." He shrugged a bit, glancing up at the fire escape he had leapt from. "Guess I jus' can't resist de urge t' make une grande entrance."

[moveswithcourage-a]

@shakeandquake

Riri didn’t like this. She’d signed the Accords for Tony, because she believed in him more than she’d ever believed in anyone else in her life, but she didn’t like this. Things were bad enough before, with Captain freaking America on the run because he hadn’t been willing to sign, but now? Now, there were people being paid to arrest heroes. There were good people with bounties on their heads, and Riri didn’t like this. 

Maybe that was why she wasn’t paying much attention to the people below her as she zipped through the city, why she wasn’t keeping an eye peeled until an alert popped up on her helmet. Enforcer activity ahead. Subject D. Johnson. Level One. Assistance requested. 

Riri hesitated a moment before shifting direction and flying towards the designated area, landing with a clang. “Hey, guys,” she greeted. “I heard a rumor you might need a little help?” Her eyes flickered from the enforcer to Daisy Johnson, who looked.... way less scary than people made her seem. She looked scared. Riri felt a pang in her gut, and she didn’t like this.