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if u voted for trump, I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, I do not want anything to do with you. Not only did you vote against basic human rights and equality, you decided rascism, homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia & misogynistic behavior wasn't a deal breaker. i do not want your follow or support ! thank you.

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Reblog if your partners don’t need to make excuses or feel like they need to hide from you if they’re not ready to reply to a thread. No one wants to be the person that takes the fun out of someone else’s experience.

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Date a girl who is shy and sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly, but she’s also a girl who could kill you before you could even blink if she wanted to.

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“Do you have a second to talk?”

((for Bucky from Catalina))

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough

“That depends entirely on what it is you wanna talk about.”

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"We aren't pissed at you Nettie, but the Santini’s will be lucky to last the week." Leonard clarified as he and Mick pretty much carried them between him towards the car Lisa had procured for them, it was one of the Santini’s more luxury cars because of course it was. This was Lisa.

"Lucky if they last the night." Mick growled, if it wasn't for the state Nettie was in he'd probably still be in there making sure that the lot of them that were here didn't make it out of the house.

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“Yeah, and we’re both pissed. Your Aunt Lisa’s waiting outside with a car.” He was moving them towards the door as they spoke, the distinct smell of smoke starting to drift down the hallway along with the sound of something breaking. “Well, there’s no stopping him now. Mick! Let’s go!”

The call was followed by the sound of something slamming and then Mick was behind them by the time they got  to the door, his arm coming up under Nettie’s other arm well his free hand swung his gun back to let one last stream of fire catch some curtains as they made their escape.

“I swear. I didn’t mean to stay out after curfew,” He said, like he was still a high school brat sneaking out to some party. Like the situation now wasn’t very real. He raised a hand, curling a wrist in front of his mouth to cough. Smoke. The smell of smoke was far too real.

His feet dragged along in unfamiliar corridors. He hadn’t seen them, was too busy being blindfolded, kicking an screaming. Maybe that chip in the door was from him? When he managed to catch them and try to stick free from getting tossed behind locked doors.

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Bucky didn't respond to that right away, his hand pausing in her hair for a few seconds before continuing to brush through it. "Reasonable assumption, I wasn't very nice for a long time."

He remembered a lot of his time with Hydra now thanks to help from the people of Wakanda, part of de-conditioning him had involved unlocking his fractured and foggy memories from that time. He needed to be able to most if not all of what he went through in order to be sure that there was nothing else locked away that they could use against him.

"That wasn't really me though."

This was all new and confusing for Aleksandra. First of all, she'd never been free to make her own choices before, but now she could. Second, she had parents now, and she was still trying to wrap her mind around that.

It also didn't help that the glimpses she'd seen of her father didn't match the man currently playing with her hair.

"You're a lot nicer than I thought you were when I was little."

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"You gotta stop trying to retire. Everything goes to shit every time you try." (Clint)

"Just because your right doesn't mean you should say it, Kid." Clint wanted to retire, but he knew that if the other's called on him he would try to help when he could. "How are you doing after everything Alek? The kids are around here somewhere, I think Lila and Cooper brought Nate down to the Creek."

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

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🥱 for my muse to use yours muses lap as a pillow. (For Bucky)

@widowschild

It hadn't been long since Bucky had met Aleksandra but he was already ridiculously attached, and if Hydra came anywhere near her again there was very little he wouldn't do to get them away. So when she laid her head on his lap he hesitated for just a moment before moving his hand to brush his fingers through his daughters hair, perfectly content with the idea of being stuck like this for a bit.

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I'm going to be mobile for a bit because the AC is in my bedroom and I refuse to bring my laptop in there

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I feel like I'm going more insane every time I read this oc info

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“It's not used to being full, that's what. Gonna need to pace yourself you wanna keep that promise.” Leonard told him, handing over a couple more fries to pacify the kid into not thinking he was gonna take away his food. He didn't need him running off after all of this.

“Great, gonna need a shower though if you're gonna use it. Sure, my sister's got a shirt that won't be too big on you lying around somewhere.” The last thing he wanted was for the living room to start smelling like a dumpster.

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“That depends, you gonna give me an answer? And how is your stomach doin’ with all the fries?” He didn’t need to deal with a sick and puking kid one top of one who needed a shower and a change of clothes, so he didn’t want to fork over my fries without knowing how he was doing with the ones he already had gotten.

“I don’t need you barfin’ all over cause you got to over zealous with finally havin’ a proper meal.” Proper meal was a loose definition of what he was feeding him, but it was enough food to fill a small stomach so it counted.

He paused in his reaching, and looked up at Leonard with a curious face. “What’s wrong with my tummy?”

It felt a little strange, but he just figured that was because he was less hungry now than he was used to being. He had fries! And they were warm and soda, and he might even get a burger, too, if he was good.  “I won’t puke! I pinky promise.”

He nodded firmly. “I can sleep on a couch. I’m small, I won’t take up the whole thing.”

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Hi yeah I'm Kayla and I write a bunch of sIMP ASS BITCHES

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To accept full time night shift or to stay on weekends & holidays 😮‍💨 someone send me memes to distract me.

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I'm bored so send me the word "soulmate" for a thread where our muses are soulmates and I'll pick a trope 🤷🏻‍♀️