#shieldthrow

[storiescrafted-a]

being back with bombshell is like breathing again  ---  natural and effortless.  she can only bring herself to harbor a little resentment toward the creative team for putting karen in as marilyn for the duration of the boston run.  if she really gives it thought,  with the other woman’s friendship with rebecca duvall?  she’d had some unfair advantage there,   forcing her into a position where she’d been the frontrunner.  there’s no karen to be seen now, though,  is there?  she’s not one to gloat  (  openly,  at least,  though a few innocuous comments to the ensemble members she’s closest with? well, that’s not going to hurt anyone  )  but god is it satisfying to be the one on track to bring marilyn to broadway..  

it’s not the first rehearsal back in new york,  though it’s the first where she’s had any real scene work with the production’s latest dimaggio.  she’s interacted with him a little,  back in boston,  though she’d typically spent her time with the ensemble  (  and avoiding derek with admittedly impressive skill  ),   but it seems important she get to know steve better on her own.  the fact that it’ll absolutely make derek jealous to potentially see the two of them leaving rehearsal together is only the icing on the cake.

a grin sits on her lips,  hands grasping at the strap of the bag that hangs off her shoulder,  as she approaches her leading man.  sure,  that’s only for the first act,  but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the most fascinating dynamic in the show for her  (  though others come close  ).  besides,  she’s a sucker for their shared songs.   “hey.  i know julia and tom have changed a few things since boston,  and i haven’t really done the show since the workshop.  i know it,  but i thought it might be a good idea if we ran some things on our own time?  it’ll help keep derek semi-docile,”   a quick glance is offered over her shoulder in the direction of the creative team,  all quietly exchanging comments.  god,  she hates how disappointed she is that the director doesn’t so much as glance her way  ---  not that she can claim to be surprised.  gaze returns to steve soon enough though.   “or we could just discuss each other’s thoughts on marilyn and joe’s relationship?  so we’re on the same page creatively.  you wanna grab a drink?”    

@shieldthrow​   ||   this is the best au.

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[murios-archive]

          ❛  hey,  hi  ---  um,  hi.  ❜     she has a hand on his arm to get his attention,  and once her   abundance  of greetings have seemed to run their course,  jen tries for a polite smile that doesn’t  quite  land.      ❛  i  just  wanted  to  say  ---   before  we  start  that  i  really  appreciate  being  included,  and  welcomed  ---  ❜       she does,  sort of,  but this hadn’t  really  been her idea,  and she’s already crawling out of her   skin   at the thought.      ❛  ---  but  i’m  not  really  a  sharer,  you  know.  i  mean  everyone  grieves  in  their  own  way,  right  ?  ❜       it’s recited as if straight out of a self-help book,  and that fake polite smile comes back for a moment.      ❛  i  just  ---  if  you  could  just  not  expect  me  to  do  that,  you  know,  to  talk  about  what  i’m  going  through,  that  would  be  great.  ❜      she knows she’s rambling,  can’t seem to stop,  but doesn’t want a repeat of the  last  group she attended, and jen suppresses a  shudder  at the thought.    ❛  kinda  just  here  to  observe,  you  know  what   i   mean   ?  ❜  //  @shieldthrow

[fairsts-a]

Pardon me, ma'am, but I gotta say: that right there is the Fairytale World's ass.

‘   off with his head.   ’   \   @shieldthrow

[unnwin-a]

❝      uh   ---------------   sorry ,  I know it’s late but .   I heard you was in the country and i’m    ...   up shit creek .    i’m at  Peckham police station  and I didn’t wanna call my mum ‘cause I know she’d lose it and   --------      ❞

@shieldthrow​​    /    s.

[fightanywaysarc]

sc .     »          @shieldthrow​

‘           Huh ,            ’            he replies ,  his brows   f u r r o w e d   slightly as he tilts his head to the side .  It took a lot to surprise a who grew up in   Gotham .   When insanity and   bad puns   were really the  cornerstone  of your city ,  it took something   e x c e p t i o n a l l y   bizarre to surprise him .  However ,  that didn’t mean he couldn’t still be caught   off guard ,  and this situation had definitely set up for that possibility .               ‘           Well  . . .  that’s a  new  one .           ’

[cryofcrged]

𝐀  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  .  he  stands  ready  to  fight  ,  to  destroy  that  which  remains  in  his  way  ,  there’s  something  though  ,  a  distant  memory  that  latches  onto  the  back  of  his  eyes  like  a  heavy  -  weighted  parasite  looking  to  drain  all  that  THE  WINTER  SOLDIER  stood  for  from  his  head  .  whatever  it  is  ,  it’s  a  threat  perceived  and  the  only  way  to  handle  such  a  problem  is  to  remove  it  .  it’s  what  he  knows  ,  and  it’s  knowledge  he’s  passed  along  to  the  very  recruits  trained  beneath  his  wing  .  ❛    you  won’t  get  past  me  ,  no  matter  how  hard  you  try  ,  captain   ❜  @shieldthrow​  -- starter call !

[agentxiii]

💣 »  @shieldthrow  +  starter  !

"  quick,   over here !  ”    she moves with a nocturnal silence,   drawing herself into a doorway of a building they’re passing  ––––  practically whipping steve in the gap next to her with the abrupt tug of his arm.     sharon’s been especially alert for a few blocks,   now,   and doesn’t like the idea of keeping this particular shadow any longer.     an index finger reaches up to make sure no further noise is made.    "  don't move.  "