#statesangria

[razorfst]

penny says fuck your oreos

"That is where the line is drawn? I'll just hold the box above your head. It also doesn't stop how the board is basically full."

[otvechet-old]

closed .         @statesangria​

blue eyes ,      normally solid and stoic ,       grow tirelessly hooded as he makes his way to her front porch      ;        smacking his left hand against the door         (        which in turn busts a hole through it          ) .         right hand grips the feathered dart in his thigh        &      he pulls it out with a ruffled grunt .         a ping was sent to penny roughly twenty minutes ago        ------------          motor bike askew in a distant corn field .          vibranium fist gives the door another bang as knees buckle .

[kingvalkyyrie-a]

               @statesangria​ .

“ maybe  be  nicer  to  the  ravens  if  you  don’t  want  them  to  shit  your  windowsill ,  my  friend .  they  see  everything . ”

[symbiiotic]

... crawls into eddie's bed absolutely shivering bc it is WINTER and it's FREEZING and the heating is terrible (and also bc cuddles 🥺)       @statesangria​

If he’s telling the truth, Eddie doesn’t really know why she hangs around him as much as she does. He’s not complaining, not by far; it’s been great having some company that lives outside of his head, and he values it immensely. But, truth is — he’s sort’ve a disaster who is struggling to keep his head above water, and he knows that all too well. 

It's cold outside, and his apartment's kinda —— well. It's the sort've thing a struggling journalist can afford, even though he has been getting more reliable gigs over the last few months. The insulation's not great, even with the heater on full blast. 

It doesn't bother him too much —— he grew up in New York City, he can handle the cold —— and his other has a way of keeping him warm. And so sometimes he kind've forgets, sometimes, how cold it gets. 

His dreams are often —— complicated. They're either full of tentacles and violence and teeth and blood and ultraviolet and raw adrenaline —— or they're quiet. Whispers of the domestic life he had in his grasp for so long, the domestic life that he shattered apart by his own damn decisions. Sometimes they're hot 'n heavy, sure, but most the time these days they're —— delicate. Shifts of light through windows, blankets curled over bodies on lazy weekends, the warm affection of morning. 

He dreads those ones the most. 

Hard to say the last time he slept in a bed with someone. Feels like forever. Feels like yesterday. His other is often quiet at night —— Eddie's not sure if they sleep or what, and questions to the matter have mostly just been met with confusion. 

When she first joins him in his bed, he doesn't budge much, but then he rarely does. Eventually, though, a shift draws him reflexively closer, an arm drawn 'round her and nuzzling contented into the back of her shoulder, comfortable and relaxed and heavy and —— yeah, warm. 

[nimphs]

@statesangria  liked.

“      i’m   not   in   the   mood   for   company.      ”        for   all   his   prior   efforts   to   hold   her   at   arms’   length  ,    she   continues   to   come  ,    relentless   in   her   apparent   desire   to   befriend   him.      she   is   vastly   different   than   the   other   midgardians  ,    most   of   whom   look   at   him   with   evident   mistrust   and   maintain   a   careful   distance.      some   days  ,    he   enjoys   her   presence.      today   is   not   one   of   those   days.        “      thor   won’t   be   back   for   some   time.      you   may   go.      ”

[archivedsleuth]

❝   you’re new. ❞    to him, at least, who had failed to keep up with the ranks of  super secret organisation number #7 or, as it was known outside blanc’s personal files,  statesman.   the case he’d been working had gotten  complicated  enough to prompt intervention from said organisation,  though he expected to see a familiar face instead of the one before him.   ❝   they usually send whiskey  to deal with me.  ❞    easier on everyone ; the pair got along swimmingly.    ❝   where’s jack?  who are you?   ❞

@statesangria​  ›    sc.​

[agntross]

it’s   been   an   age   since   their   last   stakeout   together.         it   isn’t   as   if   he   doesn’t   see   penelope   every   day      :      hell,      they’re   married.      they   share   a   bed,      &      a   home.      but,      it’s   odd   doing   work-related   things   with   her.      working   together.      but   there   isn’t   a   person   that   he’d   rather   be   doing   this   with      ——      it   isn’t   some   stiff   affair   with   another   agent   that   he   barely   knows,      &      he   can   easily   thumb   across   the   back   of   penny’s   hand   when   he’s   feeling   a   bit   twitchy.      everett’s   hand   currently   rests   against   her   thigh,      keeping   his   eyes   ahead   as   they   sit   quietly   in   his   car   together.      their   target   hasn’t   yet   left   the   warehouse   that   they’ve   been   watching,      &      although   he   can   say   that   he’s   very   focused   on   his   current   task      [   …   ]      his   thoughts,      as   per   always,      drift   toward   the   woman   beside   him.         “   d’you   think   we   have   enough   in   the   fridge   for   dinner   for   the   week?      i   can’t   remember   when   we   went   shopping   last.   ”

new  file  :  @statesangria​.

[kingdomlit]

@statesangria​ / a single mom who works two jobs 

“ she’s asleep.  don’t look so alarmed,  penelope.  i know where you keep your key ⸻ and thor had other obligations. ”