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[hcpefell]

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“-- HOW’D you get here so quickly?” Gwen asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Her lips pursed together in SUSPICION-- wasn’t he in the other room just a few moments ago? Not that she could remember. She was TOO BUSY trying to help decorate the gym for prom, anyway. She cleared her throat, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. “We still have SO MUCH to do.”

[baristc-blog]

--- fast guy liked ☼ ---

Sure, she’s seen him often enough - never figured he’d be a STARBUCKS guy, but isn’t everyone nowadays? Plush lips curl into a radiant smile as she starts the machine, she LOVES this job. All the perks of working at Starbucks with no lines and no yelling customers - piping hot macchiato isn’t so delicious when it’s being THROWN on you. 

Delicate fingers pen his name and a little smiley face on the cup label before handing it to him.  ❝Feel free to stick around! I’m the only one on today so it’ll be extra quiet,❞ she chirps cheerfully. Fiery ponytail bouncing with her footfalls whilst she busies herself sweeping along the dining tables.

[persevereandendure-blog]

[starter call: CHRISTINE PALMER for @sokoviansilver]

Her ears were still ringing and there was smoke in the air.  Christine gave herself exactly ten seconds to do a mental check: yep still in one peace (although she definitely had better days).  She pushed aside a piece of the rubble, her eyes moving over the scene for any other signs of life.  When she spotted the slightest movement she moved toward it immediately.

“Are you okay?”

[hisladyofmischief-blog]

Ash

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“You’re a child. If there is some way to bring back your sister, along with the rest of them, you have my word as a mother I will find it,” her priority was bringing Vali back from the ashes, her priority was resurrecting her murdered husband and perhaps little Narfi too if the Shadow Gods were kind, but she’d do more if the possibility existed, in the name of all the other families torn apart. In the name of all the other mothers who had lost their hearts. “But I’ll not bring you with me, if that is what you’re asking. This universe has never been a safe place for children who wander too far from their home. You’ll die, and I’ll have the burden of another life to save.”

[cardshcrp]

“ i have survived far too much to go quietly. ”

- en battant tristement dans mon cœur si lourd!

           “So don’t.” The laugh that slips from his lips is a little bit wry, maybe even a little bitter, but it isn’t mocking - he knows pain, and he is not about to belittle someone else’s. 

He breathes out, all smoke and sin leaving his body in a great whoosh, far louder in the silence than he means it to be, and he taps the ash dangling from his cigarette away with a sigh. 

“Fight ’em. Scream. Make everybody sorry. Get knocked down, get back up, get real used to copper on your tongue.” He grins at Pietro, all sharp teeth and candy-coated, something that had always tried a little too hard to be perfect before saying fuck it and kicking the shit out of anyone that got too close, too kind. “Kiss your knuckles ’fore you smack ’em down, make it personal, and keep surviving. Out of everybody, you - maybe you can outrun all of this shit and leave it behind.”

[archivednow-blog]

HER ARMS FOLDED - RAISED EYEBROW AND ANNOYANCE.   kate had always wondered what it was like to have a brother.     now she knew and wanted him gone.    she blamed clint for also adopting the maximoff twins.     she used to use clint’s house as an escape and now she was being surrounded by four other siblings.    soon to be FIVE.     in their weird family.    looking at the cartoon on the television, she pushed his legs off and sat on the edge of the couch.     of course she complained about it, but they had a little family and she supposed   SUNDAY   was a lazy day.   she just liked being active.  ❛   i’m so glad I don’t have a brother.   also i’m gonna ignore the fact you called me miss, when I am younger and cuter than you and it’s sunday...  and clint told me to be nice.  so i will put my disgust of you to one side.❜

➳       FROM HERE   :   @sokoviansilver

[wergelds]

¡ @sokoviansilver​ | continued !

HE FLINCHES FROM HER REACH,  head  shaking  at  her  request  as  he  backs  up  further  against  the  wall.  He  cannot  run  away  with  such  an  injury,  but  nor  can  he  let  a  stranger  help  him.  Wanda  told  him  to  be  vigilant,  to  trust  no-one  and  wait  for  her  arrival,  and  so  he  must.  He  has  to  be  strong.

❝ I  look  like  I  need  your  help? ❞ He  glances  down  at  his  injury ( worsening  by  the  minute  and  growing  ever  more  painful )  and  then  back  up  at  the  female,  ❝ It  is  just  a  scratch.  Nothing  too  serious.  I  will  live  to  tell  the  tale. ❞ He  hopes.

                  there was too much blood for comfort. it didn’t look like a clean cut, either, so the chances of infection seemed high. crimson soaked his clothes and it began to seep further into cloth the way concern seeped into every corner of her expression.

                 his query at whether he appears to need help draws brows together.     ❛   i mean,  KINDA.   ❜     it’s honest. sophie’s seen her fair share of injuries, enough to know that leaving him alone wasn’t smart.     ❛   i know what ‘not too serious’ looks like. just let me HELP.   i’m not going to hurt you.    ❜