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& SYNDICATCD
𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃. in this life, he must embrace the calm and simple moments before the storm brewing hits. flashes of the night hidden behind his pupils, although this time the flashing of past memories does not bother him. this time, he embraces it. ❝ oh im excited, you just can’t see it. ❞ he allows a grin to form beneath his lips. hell with how this night went, he’s already on the edge of his seat for his next birthday. ❝ I’m sure you did, моя любовь. ❞ < 𝐦𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐯’, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 > a small chuckle releases from his lips as his hand brushes a strain of hair from her face. ❝ i don’t know how I’m supposed to top this night for your birthday. ❞
𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 ; no resentment brews between brittle bones, though maybe it ought to. they’ve lived long lives ━━ seen the world burn and mend itself and, like the world, they rose from the ashes. but sometimes, it’s easy to breathe. easy to fall into him, her orpheus, to shrug the red mantle of death and simply be. fingers follow the notches carved into bionic arm, burrows closer into his warmth. russia’s winter might wait just beyond the corner, but they’re safe here, in their cocoon of love. ❝ you know i’m not a fan of celebrating my birthday, james. ❞ gentle reminder, though there is no bite behind words, no iron forged demand. ❝ not having to deal with an extinction level threat this year should be enough. ❞
& JADEMIGHT
“ Has anyone told you that you’re bit of a pessimist? He just got spooked, which means he’ll be more prone to making mistakes, which means you can track him down. –Hopefully.”
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖, though the smile does break through, uneven. ❝ i think pessimism is in the job’s description. do you have tea ?? ❞
Ava Gardner and Robert Walker in ONE TOUCH OF VENUS (1948) dir. William A. Seiter
@ironicarus
Please. Not even close. “You’re my candle in the wind.”
& GAINSBORRO
“ church in the slums ! ” the flower peddler beams.
“ hmm .. let me guess .. you aren’t from around here. you look way too sophisticated — i’m aerith, and you are ? ” her hand extends to shake, it was something she was more or less working on in her own polite endeavors, though this would be her first time.
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 [...] lupine ; canines sharpened to tear through flesh, sheathed now under the plush softness of a rehearsed smile. the unknown is distressing ... she hides a shudder. ❝ natasha. ❞ gaze swerves to take in her surroundings. ❝ and ... no. i’m not from around here. ❞
New/old outtakes of Léa Seydoux by Driu & Tiago, 2015.
Ballerinas In The Dressing Room c. 1923. Zinaida Serebriakova
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Natasha Romanoff as Queen of Swords, for my friend :)
richard siken, war of the foxes / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig
& WEBSLINGS
FOND MEMORIES PULLED AT THE BACK OF HIS MIND, as if they were trying to show him the perspective of his reality. Days could be remembered when he watched the Avengers from his bedroom window— He thought about them whilst his fingers bled trying to sew his first suit. Individuals like them stood on pedestals, holding up the world in an entirely different manner of existence. It was not unlike being a celebrity in some regards. At times, he couldn’t believe he had opportunities like these to socialise with them, to join in the solace of calms before the unending storms— Then he’d be reminded that he didn’t have to be in disbelief, for he was on a pedestal of his own. Nimble limbs fold across his chest, back leaning against the counter as he watches with amusement. Laughter fills the room, as if they didn’t have to worry about keeping the sky from falling for just one moment.❛ Seriously? That worked? Maybe I should take notes. How did you even escape? ❜
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒 / 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 [...] she’d burned her wings once, salt on her tongue and freedom in her heart ( free falling ) though they spurted back out like greenery in spring. there is no leash now, save for the one she holds in her own hand, unseen, mistress of her future. and through it all, through hailstorms and winters and the thaw, they’ve survived. adapted. peter’s ability to shift with the tides mirrors her own, even if she’s unsure if he’s aware of it. an eyebrow raises, the curve of her mouth spells out nothing short of mischief. ❝ you never go into a building without knowing all of the escape routes. ❞ she shrugs, turning to steer the simmering food. ❝ ━━ and lots of ass kicking. though i’m sure you know how to do that already. ❞
nat doesn’t usually dress up for halloween, but she does dress liho in little outfits.