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"I CANNOT SHOW ANY WEAKNESS" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for those who think they need to be tough at all times to get through a difficult situation, adjust as necessary

i don't have time for games, [name].

you can't stop me.

these people are counting on me to save them.

every second i wait, every moment i take for myself, is another life lost.

i'm not willing to put anyone else's life on the line.

i have to be tougher than this.

you taught me to be strong.

i'm not giving up.

there's no time to waste.

you stay behind. i'm leaving.

that's not a risk i'm willing to take.

there's no time to sit and chat. i have to keep going.

i'm not tired.

i was just resting my eyes.

you're imagining things.

i'm perfectly fine continuing on.

we have to pick up the pace.

they're counting on me to fix this.

there are so many lives at stake.

we can't slow down.

don't ask me to take a break.

i wasn't crying.

i can't let them see me falter.

there's no time for breaks.

i don't need sleep. i need answers.

i'm not wasting another second on this.

we have to figure out a way around it.

get up. we're going.

we're finding another way through.

if i have to break the door down, i will.

so many people are counting on me.

i can't afford to fail.

i can't let them see me quit.

there's no room for failure.

too many lives are at stake for me to just sit here and do nothing.

they need a hero.

i'm not sitting around and waiting for someone to save me.

i don't have time for this.

i can do this on my own.

get out of my way. let me try.

move out of my way.

you're not going to stop me.

do you realize how many people are relying on me?

sometimes i think of the faces of those who died because i wasn't fast enough.

i'm not sticking around to find out.

let go of me. i'm leaving.

there has to be some way to stop them.

i haven't quit yet.

"giving up" isn't in my vocabulary.

i don't need you to look at it. i'll be fine.

it's just a flesh wound. it'll heal.

you can't make me stay here.

they put me in charge.

i can't afford to let anyone down.

i'm not strong enough.

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Ezra didn't know what to do about the kick, but still took a bite. It was sweet, he liked sweet. Ultimately though, he was undecided as he ate the candy. Maybe if he tried it again later he could come to a better decision on it.

Hearing her name, he muttered it under his breath a couple times to feel the sounds in his mouth. To make sure he was saying it close as possible.

But he didn't really talk again through the rest of the ride. Clint, however, was rambling about whatever came to mind. An attempt to give Isleif and Nat something to focus on. Lest Is fall asleep and Natasha get too in her own head about the mission they'd had. Ezra simply slumped in the seat staring out the window.

Some story about 'back in the circus' or something.

“Good to know you’re alive.” Clint had a fond smile as he led them out to his car. He’d opened the door for Ezra, and even let him test the door and seat belt once he was in it. Ezra didn’t trust them completely just yet so it gave assurance that there wasn’t some trick that’d leave him stuck in the vehicle. The only verbal reassurance Clint offered was insistence that between the two of them he was better at civilian driving than Natasha was.

Only when Ezra was satisfied did Clint move to get into the driver’s seat and buckle himself in. “Ez, right? Go into the glove box for me, would ya?” The boy was hesitant, but did as instructed. “Pass one of those Butterfingers to Nat and Is, and you can have one of the others.”

“What’s a Butterfingers?”

“Jesus, fuck-” Clint muttered to himself. “The yellow things, they’re candy bars.” Ezra was already holding two of the yellow things, looking at it in a way that would be rather humorous if it wasn’t for the reason behind his unfamiliarity. One was passed back to the back seat and the other was kept clutched in his hand. “It’s pretty good, not my thing but Is loves them.”

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life has been throwing casual curveball after casual curveball and the only thing in my brain right now is live action sonic and just how fucking adorable tails has always been

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"Good to know you're alive." Clint had a fond smile as he led them out to his car. He'd opened the door for Ezra, and even let him test the door and seat belt once he was in it. Ezra didn't trust them completely just yet so it gave assurance that there wasn't some trick that'd leave him stuck in the vehicle. The only verbal reassurance Clint offered was insistence that between the two of them he was better at civilian driving than Natasha was.

Only when Ezra was satisfied did Clint move to get into the driver's seat and buckle himself in. "Ez, right? Go into the glove box for me, would ya?" The boy was hesitant, but did as instructed. "Pass one of those Butterfingers to Nat and Is, and you can have one of the others."

"What's a Butterfingers?"

"Jesus, fuck-" Clint muttered to himself. "The yellow things, they're candy bars." Ezra was already holding two of the yellow things, looking at it in a way that would be rather humorous if it wasn't for the reason behind his unfamiliarity. One was passed back to the back seat and the other was kept clutched in his hand. "It's pretty good, not my thing but Is loves them."

Isleif was leaning heavily on Nat, perking up and fiddling with something on her arm. “Eighty-seven percent! I’m alive! ” she chirped. Natasha glanced over, sighing as she flipped through various screens.

“ Vitals normal, dehydrated and low blood sugar. Mild concussion, all adding up to operating at eighty-seven percent efficency. Considering her baseline is around ninety-two, well within parameters. ”

Isleif squinted as Natasha rattled off the diagnostics, head going between the panel on her tac-suit and back to Natasha. The movement made her slightly nauseous, though, so she quit doing that.

Natasha buckled her into the van, her coordination shot with exhaustion finally settling into her bones. “ Alright, zmeya, no sleeping yet. Not that you can with Clint’s driving. ”

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What if the MUN had a warning label? What would it say?

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"Don't call me dad." Clint slung an arm around Ezra's shoulders, nonchalant and casual. Disarm through being laid back, get through the defenses, get him feeling safer to open up. He'd done similar on missions and this was no different in a strange sense.

Ezra was stiff, but he let Clint do as he wished. Though, he did look to Natasha and Isleif just to see if their body language was as casual as Clint's was. "I don't think so." He answered Clint's question then studied Isleif out the corner of his eye. He'd have to keep an ear out, he'd grown to distrust hearing languages he didn't know.

Clint had likewise looked to check that Natasha had Isleif up and the two shared a look and a nod. Ezra would be front passenger seat so that Nat could keep an eye on Isleif. "Is, what's the dumbass alarm say?"

"Don't call me dad." Clint slung an arm around Ezra's shoulders, nonchalant and casual. Disarm through being laid back, get through the defenses, get him feeling safer to open up. He'd done similar on missions and this was no different in a strange sense.

Ezra was stiff, but he let Clint do as he wished. Though, he did look to Natasha and Isleif just to see if their body language was as casual as Clint's was. "I don't think so." He answered Clint's question then studied Isleif out the corner of his eye. He'd have to keep an ear out, he'd grown to distrust hearing languages he didn't know.

Clint had likewise looked to check that Natasha had Isleif up and the two shared a look and a nod. Ezra would be front passenger seat so that Nat could keep an eye on Isleif. "Is, what's the dumbass alarm say?"

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has it really been over a month?

well, so much for things easing up beginning of august. we hit a few bumps on the way down but we're moved into our house and i've been making my office space mine with a little manual labor from the husband. i'm particularly fond of this lil area where i've put my crystals. the lowest shelf has a full moon like the other two, but it fell off and i need to solder it back on.

it looks really nice in my office space at night between the candle and my star and northern lights projector. there's still another much larger shelf to go up and then i can really finish up the space with some star decals i got going up to look like different constellations.

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katie vents some frustration about her move under the cut

we were supposed to be chilling tonight before the drive to the house.

supposed

the storage pod we’re supposed to put our stuff in never arrived and now we have a new delivery scheduled for early tomorrow morning and just???

we do not have a choice we have to be down to the house tomorrow. i start work down there thursday and tyler has a job site to go to wednesday

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i know i’ve been super inactive here, i’ve had a lot going on but hopefully things’ll ease up by end of this month.

among other things, my husband has accepted a job offer within the company he works for and as such we have to move from Delaware to North Carolina. we’ve been taking this move as opportunity to purchase a house and if all goes well we will be closing on the house on the 21st and actually moving down the following week. 

we don’t have any kids, so that’s making it a bit easier. we’re purchasing a 3 bed 2 bath home and we’re debating about what we want to do with two of the three bedrooms. obviously the primary bedroom is our actual bedroom; but the question is with the two smaller bedrooms if we want a shared office then a craft/project room, or we want one office-project room for husband and one for me.

admittedly, i’m leaning towards separate offices. i might be starting recording conversations about teen wolf with one of my best friends (we’ve joked about making it an actual podcast but idk) and it just makes more sense to have separate spaces for noise control with that set up. also in the separate offices pros, we both want to have an area that’s completely up to us on how to design and decorate. i want to have my office space night-time sky themed while he has a lot of anime figures and such that he wants to put up. 

so it just makes more sense for us to each have our own area to decorate as we see fit.

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acts of service bitches when someone doesn't Need Something from them but wants them around anyways and they have to think about the fact that they could possibly be wanted for who they Are rather than what they can Do

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more injury prompts bc reasons

INJURED

“  no— stop.  go on ahead.  i can take care of this myself.  ”

“  fuck.  i think something’s wrong.  ”

“  shit it hurts.  i can’t move.  ”

“  i don’t think i can keep going like this.  ”

“  is that my blood?  that’s my blood…  ”

“  if i tell you to leave me behind,  would you listen?  ”

“  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ”

“  it feels like i can’t breathe i—  ”

“  how bad is it— wait don’t tell me. i don’t think i wanna know.  ”

“  i can’t feel it.  ”

“  i don’t wanna sound like a wimp but this is really freakin’ me out.  ”

“  i’m scared.  please don’t…please don’t let me die.  ”

“  it’s okay.  think i can walk.  ” 

“  i’ll be okay but i’m gonna need to get this bandaged and fast.  ”

“  is this the part where i’m supposed to be heroic and say it’s just a scratch?  ”

“  i think i’m going into shock.  ”

“  i was just trying to be brave.  like you.  ”

BYSTANDER

“  please be okay,  please be okay. fuck!  ”

“  well this isn’t how i pictured i’d be sweeping you off your feet.  ”

“  i can’t get to it to stop bleeding— it won’t stop.  ”

“  okay,  i’m gonna keep some pressure on this and we’re gonna get you some help,  alright?  ”

“  no.  don’t move.  you need to stay still.  ”

“  i’m sorry—  i was gonna try to help but it happened so fast.  ”

“  please don’t die i really don’t need that kind to trauma right now.  ”

“  if it hurts,  good.  it means you’re still going.  now just hold on a little longer.  ”

“  no,  shit.  fuck okay.  we’re gonna fix you i promise.  ”

“  shit shit shit shit.  ”  

“  i dunno what i’m supposed to do— what do i do?!  ”

“  you’re going into shock,  alright?  i need you to just focus on my voice.  ”

“  no— don’t take the fucking knife out.  ”

“  fuck.  that’s a lot of blood.  ”

“  jesus christ i am not prepared for this.  ”

“  if you die for me i’m gonna be really fucking mad keep your eyes open.  ”

“  you shouldn’t have done that.  fuck.  ”

“  you did really good.  i’m proud of you. just relax now.  ”  

“  if you die it’ll be like my villain origin story so.  don’t die.  ”

ATTACKER

“  you bleed so pretty,  don’t you think?  ”

“  shit— shit i didn’t mean to…  ”

“  huh.  i thought it’d take more than that to bring you to your knees.  ”

“  this really isn’t personal,  you know.  ”

“  i could’ve made this quick and painless if you hadn’t tried to fight me.  ”

“  this didn’t have to happen.  ”

“  why did you get in the way?!  ”

“  oh fuck,  i’m sorry.  i’m so sorry!  ”

“  after all this time.  and it was so easy.  ”

“  if you want to live,  don’t follow me.  ”

“  next time,  i’ll go for the heart.  ”

“  i told you to stay out of my way.  ”

“  i know you’re probably about to go into shock so pay attention.  don’t take the knife out.  this won’t kill you if you stay down and let me go.  ”

“  are you really still trying to fight?  ”

“  stay down!  ”

“  shh-sh-sh just breathe.  it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  i’m sorry.  i wish i didn’t have to do this.  ”

“  you brought this on yourself.  ”  

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fandub games’ spiderman (part 1) sentence starters !

“there’s a crime? ugh, crime! i hate crime!” “you should have a plan of some kind. aren’t you, like, the police chief?” “why are we shooting the fire again?” “i know you don’t like it when i do this, so i’m doing it anyway.” “i feel like a chipotle burrito.” “what’cha gotta tell me? just kidding! i won’t listen to whatever it is.” “you know, we don’t even really need your help. we just keep you around because it’s convenient for us.” “it’s more convenient to have you help us than it is to, like, tell you to go away, ‘cause you’re just gonna show up, anyway.” “i didn’t wanna go to your stupid, lazer tag birthday party, anyway!” “tell that to the nerds, nerd.” “it looks like this [object] is a visual representation of my heart.” “this is just garbage i was gonna eat, but i wanted to share it with you.” “that’s really ugly. who designed that? that’s the worst color combination i can think of. i mean, you are just a fashion disaster.” “[name], i just got this e-mail from a nigerian prince! he’s gonna give me ten thousand dollars!” “i’m lookin’ gucci! whoa!” “what’s happening? what’s dig duggin’? hey, can i ask you a personal question?” “ah! faith and begorrah, it’s me beautiful boy!” “no, actually. no, wait, yes! yes, absolutely.” “but she seems rich, so, i could probably make a buck or two off this, right?” “look, guns were outlawed, okay? i’ve been over this with every thug.” “you can’t outlaw fists.” “holy shit. i’m instantly in love with you again.” “look, i’m a ginger. i don’t have a soul of my own, i need yours.” “oh, okay. time travel. my favorite way of traveling.” “are you alive, though? i mean like really, intensely alive?” “no, we broke up because you’re just a construct of my imagination.” “you keep sending me into these existential crises and i don’t know how to handle them!” “look, so, we just need to talk about something else ‘cause i’m kinda losing my mind a little.” “harbingers of death, [name]. police are harbingers of death.” “i bought it with the money i saved… from stealing it.” “uh, i’m a journalist and i’m also gonna steal this car.” “no, no! literally, i would never, ever steal anything. i don’t even like steel, it’s like my third least favorite metal.” “what—what happened? is it something—is it worth a vine?” “i told you to stop monetizing my pain and dread and grief.” “yeah, the joke’s are always on me!” “i didn’t say buttcheeks. this is slander and i will not stand for it.” “oh, my god, what did i do? WHAT DID I DO?” “hi, [name], what are you doing here catching me at an inconvenient time?” “i don’t actually know what i’m doing. i just looked it up on wikihow.” “you’re always busy making evil plans and then retracting them when i get some sense into you.” “morality is like a broken mug.” “well, that’s… a first. everyone else hates me.” “i was not thinking that at all. we’re totally not on the same wavelength. this is not gonna work.” “you’ll never make friends if you keep getting revenge on people, [name]. you have to, like, be friendly.” “well, if everybody would stop fucking me over then maybe—!” “okay, [name], listen. i’m going to explain to you the law of the jungle: this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky. the one that shall keep it may prosper—” “oh, god. oh, GOD. MY COOKING!” “i never believed you could cook, [name]. i never believed that about you.” “there are a lot of clowns in this world that need to be fought.” “wait… wait. i forgot my beef jerky.”

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hellfireandice​:

Natasha nudged her as she started to drift off, the mild concussion not too worrying but still not anything to play around with. That, and if she fell asleep now she wouldn’t wake up for at least another twelve hours. She was already starving, she’d be even worse if allowed sleep.

“ School sucks, ” was her oh so helpful input. Like she wasn’t taken out of school to be part of SHIELD, her education now from a series of tutors and the occasional visit back to Xavier’s. Therapy sucked, too, but she didn’t have to go as much as the adults in her life. She was still a teenager herself, and more concerned with the simple things in life. Like food.

“You’re getting your degree.” Clint sounded almost uncharacteristically stern about it but they’d had an agreement. “You cleared to head home?” The question was general, and he carefully shifted out from his spot to go bother the kid.

“C’mon, get up. We’re gonna go home.” The kid still seemed suspicious, which honestly was pretty fair of him. He didn’t know these people very well but still felt like they were better than the lab. Clint offered the kid a hand and Ezra took it reluctantly to hoist him up from where he’d been eyeing everyone and everything. “You ever have mac and cheese? Probably the only thing I can reliably cook.”

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hellfireandice​:

“ Fair enough, ” she had to concede. She was, after all, a heathen. According to many at least. And herself.

When Isleif returned she just nodded, all but collapsing into the chair. “ Yeah. She’s glad it wasn’t me but is still worried. Gods know she isn’t the only one. ”

“Yeah, I’ve already sent some texts out to see when information people can get for me. I think it’s worse cause it’s Ez.” Ezra wasn’t too fond of nicknames, but he always seemed to let Clint shorten his name. A sign of just how much respect and trust he’d had for the elder. “I mean, we did what we could to teach him to fight but the kid’s not meant for any of this.”

Clint was quiet again, it was comforting for him to look around the room at what others were doing. “Whattya think Taylor’s aunt’s makin’?” He’d been watching her crochet out the corner of his eye and honestly he wasn’t sure how a bunch of loops could make anything. Plus, it served as something for Isleif to focus on that wasn’t her friend possibly dying.

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hellfireandice​:

“Ah, the inelasticity of flannel. It’s all good, no worries. We’ll get you something that fits.” Isleif wasn’t the world’s best fashion guru, but she sure as hell beat Clint in terms of knowing the basics. It also helped that Ezra was closer to her age, twinkiness aside. 

“How are the pants?” Those tended to be harder to fit, but then again the men’s section made sense.

The pants? Ezra made a little bit of a face before realising what she actually meant. “Well, I can walk in them all right. Might need to re-adjust if I’m crouching down. But there’s not a lot of trousers I can properly squat down in properly anyway.” 

He wormed his way out of the flannel and just left it draped over one arm and the other hand brushed a bit of loose hair out of his face. “I don’t think I really enjoy clothes shopping.”

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TIL, Calvin Klein’s cologne ‘Obsession’ can draw big cats like Tigers, Jaguars etc from as far as half a mile, who then proceed to taking long sniffs and cuddling against the source, savouring the smell much longer than they savour even their meals

via reddit.com

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“God. Imagine needing first aid.”

   “AS THE GREATEST philosopher of our generation, Taylor Swift, once said: band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. Except, I’m out of real supplies and don’t get paid ‘til the end of the week— so the Hello Kitty ones it is!” He is going to pass out.