#thedarcydichotomy

[agentsterling]

“Miss Lewis, I was wondering if you had a moment to speak with me about your latest report on the goings on in the Avengers Tower?” 

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Closed starter for @thedarcydichotomy​

“So, given that we’re both in the same place at the same time and it’s almost 5pm, I’d say it’s high time for us to grab a drink together. Thoughts?” 

[facemypast]

@thedarcydichotomy​ asked:  Why couldn’t the sailors play cards?

     “Why is that, Darce?”

[scxrletwxndaarc]

@thedarcydichotomy  liked for a spooky Halloween starter!

Wanda sat up with a start, disoriented for a moment. She didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch, but she clearly had, since she wasn’t met with the usual walls of her room. “Fuck, sorry,” she muttered to Darcy, sure she was just wonderful company by falling asleep and having a nightmare in the middle of their movie night. She looked over at her friend before yelping, hearing a breath right at her ear at the same moment she caught a shadow move in the corner. “What the fuck was that?”

[justicetempered]

@thedarcydichotomy || Unhealthy Relationships SC (on my Bucky blog)

When Steve entered their apartment, he was only slightly surprised to see Darcy there. While things hadn’t necessarily been tense since Steve had returned to New York with Bucky, things definitely hadn’t been as easy as they had been all those years ago when he and Darcy had first met. But nowadays Darcy was hanging around more, and almost always with Bucky. Steve knew what it looked like when his best friend was interested in a woman, and every time Bucky and Darcy were together in the apartment, it always left Steve feeling a little like a third wheel. But still, he wouldn’t begrudge either of them their happiness. Darcy was certainly good people and Steve still cared a lot for her, and Bucky… well, even if his happiness wasn’t with Steve, Steve would always want what was best for his friend. Which is why Steve was even more hesitant to break the news about this mission, knowing that it might complicate things for… whatever was happening between his two friends.

    “Hey, Darcy. Hey, Buck. I just got a mission from            Fury. It’s… an odd one,” Steve hedged.

Bucky looked up as Steve spoke, smile still on his face from his conversation with Darcy. The more time he spent with her, the more he found he liked her. Finding people he could click with nowadays, after all he’d been through, was more than a little difficult. But she was funny, and smart, and didn’t give a damn about the things that Bucky had done - not to mention she was stunning. And yet, with all that there in front of him, his heart still skipped a beat as Steve greeted him with that soft smile. God, why was he so greedy? Ignoring his treacherous heart, he nodded at the file, pulling himself into business mode. “Odd” could mean just about anything.

    “What is it?”

He glanced at Darcy questioningly, and Steve followed it. Normally Steve would be hesitant to discuss something like this with a non-Avenger around, but if he didn’t give out any of the details…. well, Darcy might need to hear this just so she knew what was going to happen. Steve took a breath as he sat at the table, sliding the folder across to Bucky.

    As the brunet flicked through it, Steve said, “It’s an intel mission,     taking place at a resort. A couples’ resort. Just… just you and me.”

[hellsholygroundarchiv3d]

@thedarcydichotomy said: “ I can’t believe you stole that old lady’s pumpkin. “

           “ she was being a bitch! bitches get their pumpkins stolen. ” 

           an annoyed sigh and pumpkin in hand dom walks with purpose. he’s gonna carve the damn thing. even if it is a small, shitty little pumpkin. there had been little to no reason for the lady to be so rude. he’d just made a short cut through her garden is all! her stupid plants were fine. dom turns to glance back at her, rolling his eyes. 

           “ she was just gonna let it rot anyway. at least i’m actually gonna use it for spooky shit. ” 

halloween / fall starters. // accepting.

[freedompersonified]

@thedarcydichotomy the post-endgame skinny!Steve au:

Steve wanted to pace incessantly from the moment he stepped on the quinjet that would take him back to Darcy. To their home. That was the only place he wanted to be right then. There was just one problem. . . well, one big problem surrounded by a platitude of other, related ones, really. And he hadn’t told Darcy about it yet. He’d alluded to there being something they needed to talk about rather urgently when he got back, but he hadn’t given her any specifics. 

He’d been so urgent to get home to her that he’d somehow managed to evade medical or anyone who would’ve bodily dragged---gently---once they’d discovered the extent of his injuries. Which wouldn’t have been that much of an issue, if not for that lurking, aforementioned problem.

At the end of the fight against Thanos, just before they’d managed to get the infinity stones away from him for good and turn the tides properly in their favor, it had just been Steve, a broken shield, and generations of Irish stubbornness flowing hot through his veins versus the Mad Titan. He’d thought he was about to be skewered. But instead, there had been a red flash of light and an ominous chuckle as the reality stone engaged.

Suddenly, Steve’s uniform was far too big for him and his feet slid around in his boots haphazardly. The shield weighed far more than it had; it had always been light and it was still manageable, but it was noticeably heavier. He didn’t realize until Sam had swooped in and grabbed him around the middle to get him out of harm’s way what exactly had happened. The reality stone. . . Thanos had removed the reality of having the super soldier serum running through his veins. 

There was just no good way to tell Darcy that over the phone. And so, Mjolnir in hand, dressed in a pair of sweatpants with a thrice-rolled-over waistband and the smallest t-shirt he could find---which was still somewhat unreasonably large on him now---he approached their front door and opened it. Darcy was within eyeshot of the door the moment he did so and so great was his relief to see her again that he dropped the hammer to the ground with a metallic thunk. He basically threw himself into her arms, hardly even noticing when his ribs and arm both protested the action.

“I just. . . didn’t know how to explain this in a call,” he mumbled into her shoulder. 

[whosxafraid]

🔥 Taboo topics being written about as roleplay

Meme: Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. ) Status: Open

...-coughs-

okay uh....-cracks knuckles-

so let me start this off by saying that (at least in america) there’s this thing called ‘the fifth amendment’. which in lamen terms for those of us that don’t read old school basically gives u.s. citizens ‘freedom of speech.’

now there has been controversy all over this fucking amendment since before Eminem took it to the limit and rapped about shit that would make yer grandparents toes curl....

Look the truth of it is...there’s some preeeeeeeeettttty fucked up stuff out there. stuff that’s said or written about or what have u. now some of that shit is...im against it okay. because its both actually illegal and i got a thing about don’t hurt the kids. 

BUT

That does NOT mean AT ALL eVeR that someone should be fucking globally shunned, called out, or whatever the hell else people have come up with to hound a bitch on the intertubes--because they write about the topics or rp stuff that are inside of said topics. 

now i dunno how it works in other countries but here in the U.S. you can literally fucking write about anything you damn well please regardless of what the fuck it is, so long as it is not of REAL WORLD THREAT aka writing about how u wanna committ mass murder. AKA so long as it is CLEAR that it is a work of FICTION ur in the clear. period. end of discussion. wash up. lock the doors. go home.

THE MUN IS NOT THE MUSE. NO MATTER HOW TERRIBLE THE MUSE IS THE MUN IS WRITING A CHARACTER. WHETHER THAT CHARACTER IS CANON OR OC. PERIOD. 

now to broach more specifically the other piece of this. the ‘taboo’ bit.

sometimes bad shit happens to people and since everyone is god damn different (thank the damn gods) we all handle the bad shit that’s happened to us differently. some people go to a therapist. some people paint. some people drink themselves into a grave, some people fly off into the sun on that one big high... and still others....write. 

i get the triggering shit. i have those. i have ptsd from growing up in a house hold where one parent drank like religion and the other had challenges that were quite literally not their fault. Its not a great combination for a kid. you stack on top of that a much older sibling that fucking ran the second they could and left me to handle it all on my own and to this day has never come back really--it did shit to me. then you also add on to the tippy top all the physical trama both accidental and other wise, i’ve endured in my life---my dudes i am fucked up. and yet i some how manage to parent two children (without allowing my problems to bleed onto them and give them ptsd from having ME as a mom) and keep a house from burning down every day. s’a fucking accomplishment right there thanks.

i got issues, i’ll be the first to tell you that.And i handle my issues by allowing them to fuel my creative side.  and i rp situations that some people will find triggering. but guess what? i tag it. im not gonna be a cockbag and not. i get some people dont wanna see it or cant read it because its triggering. 

dont wanna/can’t read? blacklist the tag, but DONT go on some holier than thou crusade to have an entire community completely black wall someone because they RP  situations regarding those triggers. not cool. not cool. not cool. 

also if u rp those situations? dont be a dickpod. TAG UR SHIT.

Just remember that once upon a not so long ago Vincent Van Gogh was shamed and ridiculued for his works of art because they were ‘vulgar’ and he was ‘crazy’. And yet look at how highly regarded he is now. Look how grief stricken people that will never meet him are that he was lost to us when he was. Look at what his life’s work has become in the eye of the general public. Look at what he left behind him because no matter what anyone said...he-kept-painting.

TL;DR

TAGS and BLACKLISTING exist for a motherfucking reason my dudes. use them.