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[thrownsoula]

(My heart is layers of scar.) 

a softer world. --- @thawedhcart sent #6.

[custospericulo]

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{☆} “Can you N O T touch my sword? I wouldn’t be particularly B O T H E R E D if I had to slice off your hand.”

                           She paused and arched a thin S I L V E R brow.

“As a W A R N I N G, of course.”

[ofexpcndability-blog]

DESPERATE STARTER CALL  »  ACCEPTING  »  IDENTIFYING  »  @thawedhcart  !

           ❛      hey  ,  robotic  james  dean  !      ❜      the  grin  puck  gives  is  wide  ,  nearly  borderline  childish  before  he waves  ,  motioning  for  the  other  guy  to  come  closer  .  puck  isn’t  always  a  friendly  guy  :  like  maria  ,  he’s  comfortable  at  keeping  his  distances  (  although  unlike  her  ,  he’s  also  prone  to  unexpected  and  explosive  behaviour  which  sometimes  could  mistake  boldness  with  simple  idiocy  )  ,  his  lonesome  job  sharpening  such  quality  even  more  so  .

              but  -  he’s  bored  .  maria  has  already  sent  him  here  at  wakanda  under  a  cover  so  big  cap  can  exchange  reports  (  and  argue  )  with  his  sister  about  what  the  fuck  actually  happened  at  the  airport  and  shit  (  his  sister’s  big  on  damage  control  -  it’s  like  her  fucking  hobby  or  something  )  and  puck’s appointed  to  stay  for  at  least  three  days  before  he  flies  back  and  resumes  his  life  and  job  .  three  days  ,  so  his  sister  could  get  enough  report  to  settle  all  of  these  matters  discreetly  .

              three  days  -  that’s  enough  for  him  to  cause  some  ruckus  ,  pucker-style  .  the  best  style  there  is  .   and  it’s  only  been  his  second  day  at  this  not - so - secret  facility  :  what’s  a  little  harm  with  making  ...  well  ,  acquaintances  ?      ❛     wanna  spar  ?  you’re  a  combatant  ,  right  ?  they  don’t  give  out  cool  metal  arms  to  people  who  ain’t  gonna  use  it  .  so  what  ‘bout  it  ,  arm  of  steel  ?    ❜

[hittcr-a]

@thawedhcart bc birthday.

          eliot gestured for bucky to come on in, covered in flower and icing and wearing a big smile. “i couldn’t decide and i didn’t know what flavor you might want so...” after making sure the door was securely closed, eliot moved to position his three cake display rather proudly. a strawberry cake, a chocolate cake, and a vanilla cake. “they’re all for you...” he’d tried to keep it simple. simple flavors, that are still delicious. that way he didn’t make something bizarre that bucky wouldn’t like. this cast a wider net.

[thrownsoula]

back in march/april all @thawedhcart ever heard me talk about was a ladyhawke au

[thrownsoula]

(I’ve never been better.)

a softer world. --- @thawedhcart sent #2.

[thrownsoula]

--- annelyse gelman. @thawedhcart.

[thrownsoul]

"Oh god. Oh no. It's that day again." There's not an ounce of emotion in his tone. Only the /experienced/ could identify it as sarcasm. But the cute sunflower cupcake with the lit candle he's setting down in front of her betrays a lot. Him carefully bending down over her shoulder to put a soft little kiss on her temple? Probably that betrays something else. But god, isn't it everything to BE here, to BE, now, to quietly say, "Happy Birthday, Solntse."

     “Oh right, yeah, that day,”   she says agreeably, light on her feet on her way around the kitchen, because — well, because —   “Now, let me think.”

  Because birthdays are weird for them, but that’s a both-of-them thing, and not Alice-alone —

     “Would that be… the day of not knowing exactly how old I am, but at least it’s not as old as you? You big dummy?”

  And because she can say big dummy the way she might also say love or sweetheart or just Bucky, and it’s —

  The kiss is scruffy, and it makes her duck her head, half-embarrassed, but Alice smiles, too. Touches the side of the cupcake gently, like she’s afraid it’ll collapse under pressure, and wants to check that it won’t before she blows out the candle. Because, sometimes, any day is good. It’s enough. It’s so enough, it’s crazy how enough it is.

     “Thanks.”