#suprnovas

[jennifercheck-a]

                          ❝                      i’ll            be            WILLING            to                            let          this          die          .                      ❞

               @suprnovas​            :          pending .

[shieldworn]

suprnovas‌.

❝     CONSIDER  YOURSELF  LUCKY,       i don’t ask people on dates.     ❞      sly brushes of a chuckle appear on her lips the second she takes the las sip of her coffee,    turning around slightly to wash the mug she’d been using just recently.       hard to brush the smirk off her face,    the woman faces him again and offers him a shrug,    friendly and warm,     but the teasing tone remained and had no intention of disappearing just yet.     that’s just her.        ❝     but yeah,    why not   ?      been  way too long  since i’ve enjoyed a night off,    not gonna lie.     you’re the least annoying of the team,     makes  perfect  sense.     ❞

AN  EYEBROW  RAISES  ALMOST  IMMEDIATELY,        of course he has meetings.      shouldn’t she have meetings to   ?      perhaps this is the price of being on your own for way too long.       ❝     you and your  busy guy  duties     .  .  .      i hope you remember i outrank you,    rogers.      whatever these meetings are,    i hope you make it on time.      i don’t love tardiness.      ❞

❛ I'll take a spot of luck, ❜ he chuckles, but he takes the words with an easy smile —— and her further explanation makes the chuckle turn into a proper laugh. Reclining back in his seat and hooking a finger 'round the mug of his coffee to draw it closer, he makes a bit of a show of considering her words, brows lifting and mulling them over with a nod. ❛ LEAST ANNOYING is a high compliment. I'll write that one in the books. ❜

WHATEVER THOSE MEETINGS ARE —— he ticks them off on his fingers, starting with a thumb. ❛ One about plans for a charity dinner. Another about gear some modifications Stark wants to make. Something with the press. ❜ And on, and on. Their lives are never DULL, to be certain ( to a certain definition of dull; there are certainly matters that he welcomes more than others ).  His smile warms, eyes wrinkled at the corners. ❛ Don't worry, I'll be there, ready and on time. A night off will be nice. ❜  

[shellheadtm-a]

@suprnovas​ / 🌻 i tell you things

chicago/turabian is the only valid citation method and format, and no i do not accept criticism for this statement.

real talk, though, when it comes to this:  for me it makes the most sense, and i’m glad historical academia uses it, because it makes it easy to put interesting little things in the footnotes (yes, i always read the footnotes, why do you ask?) and keeps from breaking up the body of the text the way most other citation methods do.  i’m gonna be looking at your bibliography/works cited anyway, chief, calm down, you ain’t gotta throw it at me in the middle of a paragraph.

[brawnbrain]

                𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.     it’s in his movements ,  fluid but just a little slow.     tentative steps forward  ;   an awkward green grin doing nothing to hide nervous laughter.     deeeeeeep  breath   ---   a last - ditch effort to steel himself before piping up.                ❝ ---  uh..   ‘sup ,  captain ? ❞

too casual.     especially considering that the last times  ( plural )   they’d spoken ,  he’d served up two thinly veiled threats on a gamma - irradiated platter.     his inner lip gets rolled between teeth to hold in the hiss   ( that was probably called for ,  )  at this disastrous interaction.     he’s since matured.    truly ,  he has  ---    brawn    was moving on to better things...     becoming a better person.     a better hero.      brawn    was going to own up to his mistakes ;  be bigger than his hulk  &  apologize for his actions over  &  over  &  over again.     after a well deserved cringe ,  he musters eye - contact               ❝ i —  i don’t think i ever told you ,  formally ,  that i’m sorry.    i mean ,  i know we’re not  ---  cool like that ,  but i thought i should tell you in person that i am.   sorry....     for everything. ❞ / @suprnovas​

[organisedcrime]

❛   AFTER A WHILE IN THIS LINE OF WORK,   you learn to ignore the guilt.    ❜   @suprnovas​

PROMPT.

[bllakcat-a]

           INCORRECT   QUOTES  !   /   carol  &  felicia  /   @suprnovas

[explicitinformaticn]

❛   This   isn’t   from   the   old   school,   Carol.   It’s   from   the   school   they   tore   down   to   BUILD   the   old   school.   ❜

@suprnovas​      /      dialogue   starter   call.

[genitrice-a]

@suprnovas​ said: I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. u didnt ask but alas

 BREATH   GETS   STUCK   SOMEWHERE      between   chest   and   throat,   as   if   seized   by   invisible   claws   ---------   so   this   is   what   it   feels   to   be   thorn   apart.   you   grow   a   heart   only   for   it   to   be   ripped   away.   watch   it   flutter   in   the   palm   of   her   hand,   staining   everything   crimson.   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time   before   tragedy   struck:   padmé   should   have   known   better   than   to   think   that   stopping   running   would   ever   be   an   option,   but   hope   has   always   tasted   sugary   sweet   on   the   tongue,   melting   into   her   bloodstream.   her   veins   burn   now.

 she   reels   back   as   if   slapped,   ghost   pain   physical   and   jarring.   dark   lashes   flutter   shut,   if   only   to   shield   gaze   from   the   look   carol   is   giving   her.   she   thinks   it’s   kindness,   that   much   is   clear.   expects   breaking   her   heart   to   be   the   lesser   evil.   it   feels   forced,   nevertheless,   but   words   are   wrapped   in   barbed   wire   and   they   cut   at   her   flesh.         “   is   what   i   want   not   important   as   well   ??   ”         harsher   than   intended,   face   turns   to   the   side   and   fingers   curl   up   into   fists.   because   the   answer   is   no.   it   had   always   been   no,   and   now   too,   a   dilemma   presented   before   her,   the   snarling   of   a   wounded   animal.   stay,   she   wants   to   say,   but   it   feels   foreign,   a   language   she   cannot   speak.      “   if   my   sheer   presence   tears   you   apart   like   this,   maybe   it’s   better   for   you   to   leave.   ”