if you start a ship with me i go from 0 to SIGN ME THE FUCK UP in no time flat.
Tag: syndicated musings;; queued
Favorite Characters: [8/?] Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
I used to think of myself one way. But after this, I am something else. I’m still me, I think. But that’s not what everyone else sees.
New Start | lostshieldandhammer
Derek nodded slowly. “I figured France would be safest for you both,” he answered quietly. “I need to make a few checks on other people but… I may join you by the holidays if you’d be willing to let me come and do so.”
“Of course we would!” Stiles said, reaching for Chris’ hand, holding it in his own. Derek nodded and smiled sadly.
“I was cleaning things out in here and I found a couple of things I wanted you two to have, to take with you.” He walked over to a table to retrieve what looked like an old, wooden box, which he handed to Chris. “I looked through it only briefly, just to know who it needed to go to… I didn’t know you and Peter had known each other back when you were younger. These are apparently letters… and a few other things frmo that time.” When Chris took the box, Derek moved ot hand a book to Stiles.
“Peter was finding out more and more about your magic, your gifts. Deaton was helping him. They put together a book for you to help you continue growing in your ability to use and control your magic.”
Chris had no problem with Derek joining them in France. He was the last Argent as Derek was the last male to the Hale family and Stiles was the last in his family as well. “The manor has plenty of room. I don’t intend to be hunting once we leave.” he assured, blue eyes widening a fraction when he saw the box, worn in a few places from age. He released Stiles hand to take it, opening it to look at a few of the yellowed letters and pictures Peter had kept hidden for years. “We did. Things got very complicated.” He didn’t want to go into detail, forcing himself to remain calm even as he wanted to cry. He watched as Derek explained the book, walking over to lay a hand on Stiles’ shoulder and leaning to kiss Stiles’ head.
“Thank you, Derek. It means more than I can say.”
techmagiclightxnshieldedsoldier
Loki raised an eyebrow at Clint. “I am sure it is the same reason why you are up so late.”
Clint watched the god quietly for a moment, not believing Loki had the kind of nightmares he did. “And what is it you think I’m awake for?” He asked, fighting the urge to turn his hearing aid off. He’d been mostly keeping a distance from Loki, not sure how to act and not entirely forgiving of the events prior to the attack on New York.
Happy Anniversary || whcrcmydcmonshidc
Bram was adjusting to New York much better with Simon there, and thanks to his roommate going back home, he’d moved Simon in with him with no argument from the staff. It was more than he could have asked for, and he loved waking up next to his boyfriend. He was completely lost on Simon, and he was fine with it, the pace of their relationship perfect given their unique situation. Tonight was their anniversary, and Bram had taken time to order Simon’s favorite food and find the perfect movie to watch. He was hoping it was all good when he finished setting up and made sure everything was ready before Simon got home.
Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire
Reblog to actually save a life
The Stories We Write (Chap Two)
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“Hey Stevie.” Bucky looked up from their bed and tsked sympathetically when Steve came through the door. “Rough day?”
“Does it look like a rough day?” Steve griped, dropping his stained shield onto the ground and stepping out of his nearly shredded boots with a grimace. “Be glad you had to sit this one out.”
He regretted the flippant comment instantly, when Bucky’s pale eyes flickered in hurt and resignation, the plates on his left arm shifting and clicking as he clenched his fist.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Steve said with a sigh. “I wasn’t trying to make fun, babe. When we agreed to keep you out of things that might potentially trigger the Soldier–”
“It’s fine.” Bucky waved him off, shaking his head jerkily. “S’fine, Stevie. Better to leave me at home than to risk setting me off in public, yeah? I know. It’s fine.”
It wasn’t fine, and Steve felt awful for trying to make light of it. All this time Bucky had been part of the team and he still sat on the sidelines more often than not, posted up in the bedroom waiting for the rest of them to come home and tell him what had happened. It was a constant reminder that even though Bucky was Bucky again, there was still a part of him hidden away, one that may or may not be activated at any time, one that might or might not be suddenly violent if triggered, one that could be brought to the surface by something as simple as flashing lights.
It wasn’t fine.
“I missed you today.” Steve kept his voice soft, tried to change the subject. “Missed having you in my ear. Clint is my point man when you aren’t there and the guy keeps up a running commentary on literally anything he sees just to fill the silence. At one point he asked Natasha if she wanted some bag an old lady was carrying and she said no, she wanted the actual Prada bag and he started wailing about how he gets paid archer money not super spy money so he couldn’t afford it.”
Bucky’s lips twitched towards a smile and encouraged, Steve added– “I tried turning the mic’s down but I must have turned them down on his end too because he just turned his hearing aids up and started shouting his stories so I gave up.”
Rule #1 when you see Hilda. Reblog her. Always.
Celebrating full sized women everywhere
Omg always relog.
she is so adorable and has such great expressions I sometimes forget she is a pin up girl
She is sexy as fuck.
THIS BODY IS SEXY AS FUCK.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
*softly with feeling* she’s beautiful
This has to be Depression era WW2. She’s wearing bikinis made from flour sacks, which people made clothes from because they were shit poor and companies decided to put floral prints and colors on their bags to make those improvised clothes.
You also have to appreciate that she’s a hard worker, growing her own food, fixing her own plumbing and still retaining her femininity. That’s definitely a sign of the times.
There’s another post about Hilda I can’t find right now, but yeah, it’s spot on, she was popular during the war and was created to be more a “girl next door” type.
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FOUND IT. This is the series we were goin’ on about on the way to Kingston.what I love best about Hilda is that you can learn this about her personality just from a handful of moments with her and you can’t help but love her. She’s kind and indulgent and sweet and has a good sense of humor
I want to hug her
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