[ r u n ] for your life . . .

-Pietro Maximoff- Brother | Mutant | Rebel

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--zoom

[fightersuggestion]

concept: me, bashing my fucking fist into your fucking face

[natural-magics]

if we're friends or even just mutuals on here:

just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I don’t care about you

I send happy thoughts and good energy your way

I’m bad at expressing these things a lot of the time

communication just takes a lot out of me sometimes (so I end up being pretty slow to reply to messages/texts/etc)

I read your posts and updates

I care about the stories/poems you write, the jewelry you make and/or the art you create

I hope the best for you

I care about you and I think you’re awesome

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loneliness is a cold familiarity by now.

he wonders, absently, often, how do the others accomplish overcoming this behemoth breathing heavily down upon burdened shoulders? steve carries ghosts in his eyes, freeing them with each terse breath and powerful strike. tony buries himself in the mistakes of the past calling them notes and thinking of new means of proving to ghosts that he was right, that he wasn’t the villain. bruce vanishes inevitably alongside him, hands curled and polite as though frightened one ill-placed noise might set free the beast in his veins. natasha is absent entirely, a whisper on many minds but a ghost in presence (she had things to do, a mission to accomplish, to what end though). the rest, well, the rest he does not care enough to notice.

his sister keeps to her room and he keeps to his training.

repetition should have been a saving grace. wake, eat, shower, run, eat, shower, sleep, rinse and repeat. though it wears at him. it eats away layer by layer until he feels too tightly wound, until there is static in his veins and no way to set it free.

wanda’s fingertips across his brow do little to settle him.

it breaks one day, too sharp, too fast, too him. a misplaced word sets it off like a fuse itching for flame. steve’s hands keep him from finishing the job of turning tony’s smart mouth into a broken mess of blood and sarcasm. his chest heaves, his tongue acrid with a ready insult, but it falls short. a roll of his shoulders frees him from warm hands, from contact he’s starved for and back into the comfort of being alone.

“You’re all idiots,” he spits out, gaze stern, blazing with agitation and fixated upon stark’s prone form. “Following him? He will always be bent upon destroying himself all to say that he tried to be a hero.” steve reaches for him, some quiet word on his breath, and pietro dances away from his touch with a step, a twist of a shoulder.

loneliness is a familiarity, certainly, but the look of disappointment in steve’s gaze is a fresh wound. it should drive him to apologizing, yet pietro savors it, stands undaunted with a squared jaw. somehow-- feeling shame was preferable to feeling nothing at all.

[cooperhoffmans]

FIXED IT

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after a long hiatus entirely due to life (ex-boyfriend, school, etc.) i’m back in black and ready to fite. so without further ado, consider this a  [ STARTER CALL ] . you know the drill darlings. like the thing to get a thing mostly because I won’t know you want words unless you let me know, y’feel me?

so I’ll be going through drafts and either dropping old threads or answering them but I would love love love to write with you baes. missed you all a lot.

[rpsentencestarters]

Send me, "So... you wanna make out?" to see how my muse reacts.

[kingleepace]

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somekindofsexthing:

vivumxargentum liked your photoset

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hey guys I know I’ve been absent and I apologize profusely. but that’s not why I’m making this post.

I’m here because one of the nicest and sweetest people in the world could use your help in cheering her up. She’s going through a really tough time right now and even the smallest thing I’m sure will be appreciated.

so go forth and break her askbox with love.

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fasterthxntheflash:

he feels sore and worn which is highly unusual for someone so young and especially for some- one with a metabolism like pietro’s. he knows what it is, deep down pietro’s very aware of the fact that it has everything to do with being apart from his other half.

he feels so empty without tro beside him. it makes  him miserable. 

and that’s why he slides his arms around tro’s neck before anything else pulling him closer and nuzzling his nose into familiar silver strands.

“I’m home.”

and it feels so right to say it finally.

it’s like being able to breathe again having his twin held fast against his body. arms snake beneath pietro’s grasp, curling around his waist. he doesn’t care if his book falls to the ground, not if he can drag his twin down against the sofa and bury his face in his shoulder.

“What took you?”

he’s trying not to be bitter, but his days have been filled with silence, with long cold mornings in the windowsill looking out at a world he had no place within.

“Where were you?”

fingers slip beneath fabric, smoothing along pietro’s spine and holding him close. his gaze lingers on the ceiling as he breathes in pietro’s scent. it’s been fading from the apartment. from the sheets, from the pillows.

“Why didn’t you come back?”

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-- fasterthxntheflash

if he’s honest it’s been too long. too long since he’s buried his face in the crook of pietro’s throat. too long since he’s felt warm. too long since he remembered to smile. and he’s been idle, thinking of what if—

what if there was someone else. better. warmer.

someone less. . .  b r o k e n .

a breath slips free and he startles himself from his thoughts as the door opens. the smile feels wrong but he manages and sits up, the book in his lap forgotten in favor of looking and seeing is pietro was safe, if he was okay.

“You’re home.”

[fasterthxntheflash]

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fasterthxntheflash:

                                     This is 10% luck.                                            20% skill.                       15% concentrated power of will

                                                                                    written by sammy.

[hephaistivn]

You can’t.

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-- supermxndoneright

“ T c h — ”

there is blood on his breath from a wound quickly healing and his eyes are fixated upon the massive rubble around them. pietro had been reluctant to respond to the mysterious call for aid from someone named ‘oracle’. yet— if they could find him, perhaps they could find his sister as well.

her absence was beginning to weigh heavily on him like a distant ache in his bones (unhealthy, was what he’d heard falcon whispering).

“ — you are so slow.”

he moves without thought, ducking and running lightly over he fallen wreckage until he can find a grip about the civilian’s waist. two seconds brings him back to the idiot with a giant ’s’ on his chest and when the wall comes crashing down, he chances a glance towards kon.

“Pick up your feet next time.”