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offearlessness:

Matt smiled as she took his hand and guided it over to the honey, and clasped his hand around it, resting his cane in the crook of his elbow as he found his tea and combined the two. “– You’re absolutely right; one should never be forced to settle for a sub-par tea-drinking experience,” said he, utterly taking the piss out of tea-snobs with his words, then taking a long draught of the tea, hot and sweet, the sterility of the honey helping to mask the taste of dirt. “– Mmm…thank you, Maya. Perfect.”

Maya laughed softly at the reply before having a sip of her own drink. “No problem,” she said, rolling her shoulders. Glancing at him, she noticed that she had missed him. Yes, she had kissed him goodbye and she wasn’t going to cry over him not being in her life anymore - and it wasn’t like it was what she wanted - but something about seeing him again... She sighed softly. She had promised herself not to get involved with anyone from her old life again before she had found her new purpose. But she was known for not always making the greatest choices. “How have you been?”

#matt #c: matt #matt ;1

laeppaxeh:

Zatanna turned when she saw the dog racing toward her, glad that it’s projected course turned out to be different. She’s sure the current target, petting and smiling, faired a lot better than she would have on her heels, not the most practical thing to wear to a park but in her defense the sweet smell of food trucks had called to her. At the question Zatanna frowned, looked around trying to discern who’s dog it could be based off of looks. That was a thing right? She shrugged and gave an apologetic smile, crouched down to wrinkle her nose at the dog, grinning. “Not my dog, nope, mine is safe at home not running around like this little cutie.”

Maya shrugged, still petting the dog but started to move her face away from the tongue bath she was receiving. “I’m glad yours is safe at home,” she replied, slowly pushing the ball of fluff off her. “I’m sure the owner is going to be around somewhere.” She made no advances to actually get up and instead kept the dog in her lap.

#zatanna #c: zatanna #zatanna ;1

circusraised:

“It’s no problem. Protect and serve.” He’d have helped regardless, but along with the tagline comes a smile. “I know what you mean. If I go out tackled by a cute dog, then that’s how I go,” he chuckles, trying to contain the energetic ball of fluff who stops trying to lick their innocent victim and starts gnawing on Dick’s hand instead as he scoops the pup up. “Let’s see if we can find out…” It’s both to the young woman and himself as he feels around the dog’s neck for a collar. Nothing. But the dog looks well taken care of. “Must have slipped it. You an escape artist?” The question is directed at the dog before Dick returns his attention to Maya. “Any interest in helping me look for the owner? I can take this guy in and see if he’s chipped but I don’t think it’d hurt to ask around first.”

Maya watched him as he checked the dog for a collar. “Certainly seems like an escape artist,” she agreed and nodded at the question aimed at her. “Sure. I’ve got nothing else to do right now and I’d prefer to know if the dog gets return to their owner.” With that, she rolled her shoulders and looked around. “You’ve been following them, right? Which direction did they come from?” While she spoke, she kept looking around to check if there was anyone around who seemed like they were looking for their dog and once she stopped talking, she turned her attention back to him.

#dick #c: dick #dick ;1

offearlessness:

Well. She clearly felt awkward about all this. They did have History™, after all, but that being said, Matt…was honestly unbothered by it. Who said they couldn’t be mature, responsible adults about this? It wasn’t like she’d planned on killing him or anything. Ha. “– That depends; how far away is it? I mean, if it’s on this table, you’re welcome to show me directly, but if it’s further away, I don’t know about you, but I really can’t be fucked with all the extra effort.”

“Then let’s make it easy,” Maya said and shrugged, before reaching out and grabbing Matt’s hand, leading it over to the honey. “It’s the honey, wouldn’t want you to settle for the second best if you can have the best,” she continued with slight amusement in her tone. The awkwardness she felt was still there but it felt less crushing.

#matt #c: matt #matt ;1

offearlessness:

Yeah, Matt knew that that was Maya. ‘Course he did. She smelled like strawberry jam, theatre dust, and salt. So, he smiled, and repeated himself, because he hadn’t actually known if she was facing him or not, but guessed that if she hadn’t been, she certainly was now. “– I was wondering if you could direct me towards either sugar or honey. Preferably honey, but I’m willing to accept sugar.”

“Of course,” Maya replied, “do you want me to guide your hand or just tell you where to find it?” She winced at the stilted-ness of her response. Before, she had been able to just act and read him easily but now, she wasn’t so sure. Before, she would’ve either just taken his hand and lead it right to the honey or just handed him what he asked for. Now, now her mind was uneasy and she wasn’t sure how to handle interacting with him yet. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice but... she knew him and was sure that there was no hiding from him. She sighed softly as she waited for his response, rolling her eyes at herself. Get yourself together, she thought as she kept looking at Matt.

#matt #c: matt #matt ;1

circusraised:

Dick had outrun a great many situations in his young life. When he was a kid, he and his friends had raced trains (skills that would come in handy later in his life, namely when Bruce blindfolded him and stuck him up on top of one to hone his skills). He’d never really held a candle to the speedsters, but they had an unfair advantage. Still, Dick was fast. It was the middle of the day though, better yet, the middle of a park. Hard to outrun an opponent by taking the rooftops when you were walking a beat. Harder when said opponent was on four legs, and had more interest in bowling people over than being caught.

Catching up with the pup, Dick slows to a halt. He looks down at the small dog’s victim, helpless against the attempted licking. Crouching down, he reaches out to help. “No, I think they’re lost. Got away from me before I could see if there’s a tag. You okay?”

Maya looked up at the man and nodded, “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t mind being tackled by a small dog like this one.” She pointed out as she still tried to escape the tongue of the dog. “Do you know who their owner is?” She accepted the stranger’s help and managed to get up without the dog still keeping her down. “Thanks for helping me,” she added.

#dick #c: dick #dick ;1

prescribingadailydoseofjests:

Well, there went another two weeks of chemo. It had been in her system for over a week this time. Not bad, considering. Thor landed quietly in the alley. “Next time, Mjolnir.” she whispered to the hammer. She heard the soft hum in the back of her mind as she flung the hammer back up to the sky. “Until we’re needed again.”

She groaned, shrinking in on herself as the transformation dissolved, the faint magic flaking away leaving her completely Jane. The fatigue hit her as the aches of humanity made themselves known. Jane rubbed at her face. At least she didn’t have and chemo side effects to deal with. She looked out to the entrance of the alley. She could use a nice walk in Central Park again. The site was always nicer when one wasn’t trying to hold in bile.

Jane stretched as she stepped onto the busy foot paths. It wasn’t as bad, the start of the school season did thin out tourists, slightly. The trees were slowly starting to turn, bits of yellow and orange being revealed as the chlorophyll started to die away in the leaves. It was nice being able to take things in. Not having a fever. Not cursing stupid decisions to go out for a walk right after chemo. Jane liked the city. She had lived here, before Broxton, before New Mexico. She paused, taking in a deep breath and looking around. She paused again as a woman with a dog spoke to her. “Oh, sorry. No.” She grinned, stepping closer. and bending down to the dogs level. She offered her hand. “–They’re an adorable one though, aren’t they?”

Maya gratefully took the offered hand, holding the dog with her other hand so that they would not fall off her, all the while keeping her eyes on the woman. “Yes, they’re adorable,” she agreed whilst sitting up, deciding not to set the dog down yet and instead stay seated. “Thank you for helping me up.” She said, before adding, “I just don’t think the little one is actually going to let me properly stand up for now.”

#jane #c: jane #jane ;1 #cancer tw

offearlessness:

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Matt went through his phone as he collected his tea from the counter, listening to the first few words of each text before deleting basically any that were from people that he knew, that weren’t obviously urgent and important. Honestly, how hard could it be to just leave a voicemail? He inhaled, focusing on the tea – well, this tea certainly wasn’t sweet enough. And no discernible honey or sugar, by which he meant nothing in an open container. So, frowning, he put his phone away and waited until footsteps and a body settled nearby, whence he cleared his throat and directed the question;

“– Excuse me, can you direct me to uh…sugar? Or honey, preferably?”

Maya was in the coffee shop, waiting for her tea, not really paying attention to her surroundings, humming to herself. Once she got her tea, she turned to pick up some honey to add to her tea. She noticed that someone was standing next to her but didn’t pay much attention to them, instead focusing on getting the honey to put into her tea. Stirring her tea, she turned to the person next to her as she could feel that they must’ve talked to her. Seeing that it was Matt, she froze for a short moment. Well. That wasn’t what or who she expected. It also didn’t help that he seemed like he had spoke to her and she hadn’t noticed it at all.

“Could you repeat that please?”

#matt #c: matt #matt ;1

10, 22, 46, 47

10. what is something you want right now?

“A purpose.”

22. role model

“My father. I always looked up to him and can only aspire to become half the human being that he has been.”

46. something i’m talented at

“Dancing.” As well as pretty much anything she could watch someone do once. But dancing - and drawing or playing the piano - were things that she not only was talented at but that she also put all of her heart into.

47. 5 things that make me happy

“Dancing, drawing, archery, fencing and boxing.” Those were the things that made her happy on the surface. Deep down though? She’d be happy if she had a new purpose in life. And there were other things. Things that she didn’t want to think about. So she buried them. Deep, deep down.

#ask #meme

goodbecamegreat-blog

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goodbecamegreat:

The shift from D.C. to New York City was much easier than he had thought. So far he had settled in relatively quickly, though he couldn’t help but look around, and picture these same streets as they were when Steve was growing up. He went around one corner and could see the street where he had sat for hours drawing for an advertisement that would go up on a building there. That building had been refurbished, looking a lot more glittery than anything he could remember from back then. Still, Steve’s hands itched for a pencil to be able to sketch the differences that he could see.

Instead, Steve continued down another street and over to the park. Though he was adjusting to the big changes that had been made to his city, it was still somewhat disorienting at times. The one thing that didn’t overwhelm him so much was Central Park. He found its’ presence reassuring, and decided this would be as good a spot as any for him to sit and consider what his next move might be. He went a good mile into the park before he finally found a bench to sit on, pulling out his sketch pad, though he didn’t start drawing, instead making note of the different changes he had seen, and also what he needed to have done in the next few days.

He had just started sketching some of the park when he heard excited chatter and someone saying ‘should I? But maybe it isn’t…’ Steve couldn’t help but sigh, studying the barely started sketch, and debating over whether his impatience or his attempts at being polite would win. “Sorry, if you have something to say, could you please get on with it? Not to be rude…but you’re disrupting my process here.” And it had been a long time since he had even been able to really take time out to draw in the first place.

Maya was spending too many times at Central Park these days. Not that she minded. It was something she noticed though. Humming to herself, she walked along, as her mind tried to form a plan for her next steps. She had a performance coming up in about a month and she was thinking to pick up a job in a bar. A small voice in her head kept trying to urge her to slip into Echo again but right now, she needed to find footing again before she could even think about it. She needed a purpose. Something. Anything.

Coming back from her thoughts, she noticed a few people who seemed to be excited and staring at someone who was clearly not having it. After taking a closer look, it was clear why these people were this ecstatic. It was Steve Rogers. She watched the scene before her with a smirk, as the group of people walked away without bothering the man much more.

Shrugging to herself, she flopped next down to him on the bench - with a polite distance between them - as she, not so politely, glanced at what he was sketching. As an artist, she was always curious about what other people created, okay?

“My, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” She drawled with an amused glint in her eye.

#steve #c: steve #steve ;1

// message me if you would like to plot Central Park. It was an area that gave Maya as much inspiration as it gave her time to think. Even with her return to the theater, it still felt like she was floating, having lost her anchor. So right now, she had nothing else to do but go out and find something to inspire her. With her sketchbook in her bag, she decided to find a calm spot to sit down and get her thoughts sorted - she usually could concentrate best when she was doing something creative.

And just as she had found a spot on the grass to sit down, a dog came barging towards her, tackling her to the ground - she had already been in the process of sitting down and thus, losing her balance when the ball of floof appeared - and ending up on her back on the floor with an excited puppy on top of her. Laughing, she started petting the dog, not even daring to move an inch as she glanced around, hoping to find the owner. Noticing a stranger close to her, she turned to look at them, while still entertaining the dog and, avoiding the dog’s tongue, spoke - ensuring that she was having a clear sight of the person, “Is this your dog?”

#atlasstart #// so this is my first starter which absolutely is not based on sth that happened to me today I mean what #// also I hope this is a starter that's general enough for people to interact with #// I'm also still going to reply tp starters but my muse needs a bit of a kickstarter

cctscratch:

Okay, so, yes. Maybe adopting yet another stray cat wasn’t the most logical decision Selina could have made. Having been in the city for nearly two years, she had taken in upwards of eight kittens and her apartment was starting to get a bit snug for the twelve felines now under her care. But the last one Selina found was small and black and hissing at three large dogs when she found her and she couldn’t let the little thing live in squalor like that.

So, naturally, it was time for her to buy a bigger apartment so all of her cats could roam comfortably. ( She had run out of closet space ages ago - read: two weeks ago - and might have already been on the market for a reason to move to a larger space ) She’d been hunting for what felt like the better half of the day and was able to talk down several landlords from their initial price point - god bless fifty year old men with dry spells, they were the easiest marks she had ever come across.

It was hardly an accomplishment for her, but Selina was never one to resist treating herself. Smirking at the patron beside her, Selina lifted her glass in a toast. “Cheers.”

It had been one of those nights for Maya and ending it with a trip to the bar had seemed unavoidable. While she had been getting back on track with her job at the theater, there were still many things she needed and wanted to figure out. Maybe she should be looking for a second job?

Rolling her shoulders, she glanced down at her drink, wanting to take a sip from it before noticing a movement from beside her. Raising an eyebrow, she turned to the stranger, noticing the lifted glass and nodded at the person before finally taking the sip of her drink.

“If you said anything, I’ll have you know I didn’t hear it.” She said, after setting her glass back down again and settling in more comfortably in the stool she was sitting in, her gaze fixed on the stranger.