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Pardon My Hand | lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

Steve groaned softly into that kiss, hands sliding along Clint’s back and sides. “Yeah, well, he’s done now so can we please get the hell out of here and go home? Maybe pick up some pizzas to take back with us?”

Clint smiled as he pulled away, lacing his fingers with Steve’s as they headed to his car. “Pizza sounds great.” He agreed. “And despite what Fury thinks, I’m fine from that hit I took. It was a graze.” He rolled his eyes as he took his jacket off and laid it in the backseat, a bandage wrapped around his upper right arm. “I’m not the fragile maiden in need of rescuing he likes to portray me as.” He hated when he got hit worse than that, because it always took a while to recover good, and Fury would preach at the team to keep an eye on him for weeks. He shook his head to dispel that thought in favor of smiling at Steve. “Where do you wanna get the pizza?”

thehumming6ird:

‘Gothic Romance is, itself, a genre, as separate from horror. You know, I think horror is something that has evolved more recently as something that is explicitly about terrifying you, about giving you nightmares, about creating the scariest environment possible. And Gothic romance is more… when it came around in literature, it was the first time that anyone had explained the supernatural in terms of unprocessed emotional trauma. The idea that ghosts were emotions locked in time, that they were warnings about the past or future, and it’s always bound up with these two forces of love and death. And usually there is a young, innocent heroine who is drawn to a tall, dark stranger with a crumbling mansion and impelled into a very dangerous situation by her sexuality… At the time it was a very rebellious genre, people didn’t talk about sex and death in the same context. And so, that’s where Crimson Peak sits: it is squarely a love story, with ghosts in it.’

themusechronicles:

A PSA

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG RP POSTS DESIGNATED FOR SOMEONE ELSE!

Yes, there is a difference between open threads and closed/plotted/etc threads. Personally I have tags for my open starters/threads.

Reblogging a post when you aren’t the intended/tagged person throws me off as a writer (this is just me personally, I am in no way speaking for all roleplayers on the site). Liking it is perfectly fine, stalk it even if you enjoy it that much (I stalk several threads myself, so I know thread stalking occurs). Just please refrain from reblogging threads meant for someone else; especially if there is a peraon tagged or even in the title.

This has been a PSA. Thank you.

marvelladiesdaily:

Natasha Romanoff is one of the most talented spies and lethal assassins in the world, being said by her instructor Madame B. to be the best student in the Red Room, never failing a single test. Both the KGB and S.H.I.E.L.D. considered her as one of their most dangerous operatives. Highly skilled in martial arts and hand to hand combat, she also possesses computer hacking skills and training in psychology. Romanoff’s extraordinary skill-set has made her a core member of the Avengers.

Hey Bartender | sttormsofnight

sttormsofnight

“Sorry.” Seth blushed in embarrassment before shrugging as he took the bottle from him, sniffing it before smiling contently as he took a sup. “Been busy.” He shrugged. “Gracing you with my presence isn’t my only job. But it can sure take precedence. I do enjoy seeing your face sometimes.”

Alizair gave a faint little quirk of his lips at how pretty that blush was, but he kept the comment to himself. “Oh, ouch, Sure know how to hurt a wolf there, Seth.” Alizair gave a laugh from where he stood behind the bar. “Let it be known I do enjoy seeing you perched here.” he grinned. “What’ll ya have? I got plenty of options.” He knew Seth wasn’t a big drinker, so he made sure to keep a selection of sodas behind the bar every night he worked just to be safe. 

easterelf:

I just wanna say never be afraid to reach out to blogs you like. seriously. you are never a bother to that mun – who is going to feel bothered when someone reaches out with kind words and soft hugs? everybody appreciates seeing their ask box light up, and then to find the words ‘i love ur blog omg’ is just enough to make people do those giddy wriggle dances and stuff like ten oreos in their mouths at once. or maybe thats just me. idk. the point is – don’t be afraid lovely, be you. say hi, ask questions, get to know them, rp with them, interact!

worse case scenario: they dont have oreos to stuff in their mouth OR they dont know the giddy wiggle dance, in which case you should direct them to me and i’ll teach them.

Double Trouble | ciitylxghts

ciitylxghts

“There will never be anythin’ borin’ about me, or us. I promise you that.” Tristan laughed, shrugging as he reached to adjust the mirror. “I’ll leave you a couple. That’s only fair.” He leaned over and petted the top of her head like a puppy, smirking softly. He knew it wound her up every time he’d mess up her hair, so of course he took an extra second to do just that. “Stop knowin’ me so well. I hate it.”

With that, he started the engine, and set off towards the back streets. Once he was off campus, he hated driving on the main roads, which was something he’d always avoided – though he never really knew why. “The track team is lovely, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve made more decisions in life, an’ I reckon they’re a little too young for me. I need someone at least…” He paused as he pretended to think about it. “Twice my age.”

Lucy gave a smirk at his response. “Well, I’m glad there’s no intention of changing that aspect. I’d be highly disappointed.” She leaned back and crossed her arms, relaxing once they were off major roads. There was an aversion to those since most kidnappings started there and moved elsewhere. 
“Just a couple? I demand at least six.” she countered in a playfully haughty voice. She gave a little yelp as he messed up her hair, pouting at him as she reached up to fix the lovely waves. “What’s a best friend for, huh?” she reached over to nudge his shoulder. “You know me pretty damn well, too, y’know.”

“I doubt my dad falls into that category, but points for having good taste.” Lucy replied, glad to have someone who respected her father so publicly around. A bright laugh escaped her. “So what colors should we buy? I’m thinking something that reacts to black light.” she mused, grinning as they drove.