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psa on formatting;; i don’t give a frick frack didily dack paddy whack what sort of formatting you use when we write together, whether you’ve got fancy shit up the wazoo, or whether it’s just straight up plain. however i style my own is simply a personal choice, because i enjoy writing that certain way. never feel the need to do the same, or to tart up your own style. you’re all precious unicorns in my humble opinion, so just spread the love       !! peace, bruh.

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                         i hate html. in fact? I loathe it.  So when I work on a tags page in Notepad, stupidly forget to save the thing and my computer crashes? it makes me want to stab things

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do you know how it felt? | an instrumental wanda maximoff mix by amanda.orange

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I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

A note about shipping with me

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Superhero/Superpower Sentence Meme

As requested by Anonymous

"You? A superhero? Don't make me laugh"

"Tell me, what's your power?"

"Remove the mask, and reveal your identity to me, hero"

"You're a superhero? Well, what's your power then?"

"If you have superpowers then why aren't you wearing spandex?"

"A superhero? Of what?"

"I don't believe in heroes, let alone superheroes"

"I'm a hero!"

"I'm not just a hero, I'm a superhero!"

"I have superpowers"

"Woah, woah, woah- what did you just do?"

"Was that magic, or am I dreaming?"

"That wasn't magic, that was my power/s"

"I have to tell you... I'm not your regular human being- I'm a superhero, with superpowers and everything"

"I'm a superhero, I don't need to deal with you peasants"

"What's your superpower?"

"Do you believe in superheroes?"

"You best start believing in superheroes, because I am one"

"So how did you get your powers? Bitten by a radioactive animal? Dumped in toxic waste?"

"I inherited my powers from my parents"

"I got bit by a radioactive animal"

"I had a problem with toxic waste..."

"I got my powers from/by _____"

"I don't know. Maybe I was just born with my powers"

"You think just because you're wearing a mask I won't recognise you?"

"Nice spandex"

"No one has superpowers- that's just made up"

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I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and i find there’s no relief in waking

Finnick Odair (via the-mockingjay-on-the-tree)

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inside wanda maximoff’s phone

insp.

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Natasha taking Wanda under her wing (◕‿◕✿) Bucky and Wanda bonding over shady pasts.  (✿◠‿◠) Bucky and Natasha finding one another again.  (✿ ♥‿♥) Bucky, Natasha, and Wanda support system trio  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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I don’t know who made it, but I LOVE IT! ♥

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Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

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If someone is private , selective, or anything at all —-it is because that is what makes them comfortable. It isn’t an action that is directed towards you to purposely insult you or your writing. Please, respect people && their comfort zones. They have their blog the way it is for a reason. Don’t guilt people into coming out of their comfort zone because you feel ‘offended’. If you’re offended by something that a stranger has done, then perhaps you should merely remove yourself from the situation entirely.

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✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

I don’t really mind either way, tbh.  Although I’ll admit that I’m friggin’ lazy, a lot of the time, lmao.  I usually match whatever it is my writing partner is doing in everything but length ... I’m a wordy fucker and I’m so sorry! but there are occasions where me matching the formatting falls to the wayside.  Again; lazeh.  :p

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❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

I think it depends on the situation. 

If I reblog things from someone I’ll usually try to send something in but I appreciate the fact that it mightn’t always be relevant (like, our characters haven’t interacted or there’s nothing in there I can imagine my character saying to someone.)  So if I don’t send something, it’s usually for that reason.

I do not get pissy if someone doesn’t send me stuff from something they reblogged.  Sometimes, you just can’t think of something to send in and that’s okay.

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rapidiisms:

Pietro nodded quietly at his words, knowing that if he tried to fight them in any way that Wanda would shut him down in seconds. Even if he was just refusing the help of some of the Avengers, she’d stop him- more than likely, that is. So he simply remained quiet and allowed his sister to play with his silvery locks, his eyes closing at the motion relaxed him.

A couple of minutes passed with him simply sitting there, enjoying the feeling of her fingers upon his head like a massage. But eventually he had to move, even just a light shift, thanks to all of that energy bubbling within him. If he didn’t move then, as he always told everyone, he would explode into a ball of confetti.

“Can we take a nap?” He finally asked, looking up at her. “I know I just woke up awhile ago but I’m exhausted.” He tried to explain it as best he could but any way he tried just made him seem like some sort of weak wuss who couldn’t handle what life was throwing at him. And, to be frank. Pietro really couldn’t at this point. Like was hitting him harder than ever but, hey, at least he was still standing.

        “But can you be there? So I don’t have nightmares…”

Wanda closed her eyes - just a second, just long enough to open them again and find him here.  She hadn’t dreamed him, hadn’t dozed off to find herself awake and bereft when she felt that part of her missing.

Even before their powers, he’d never been still, never really been frightened.  Her brother had been her rock, afraid of nothing, save maybe losing her, and Wanda understood that - understood that better, in the weeks that passed without him.

She kept stroking his hair, wondering how she would break this to the other Avengers, wondering who would be the best to help.  Agent Barton.  He’d had a soft spot for Pietro and he’d been here, after, looking after her.  He’d help them, she was sure.

Can we take a nap?

Wanda glanced down at him, bit her lip.  Exhaustion.  Nightmares.  Dark circles around his eyes and a weariness in his bones that she felt down to hers.  She could read him, yes, she’d made a promise, yes... But right then, her worry eclipsed that promise.  

She’d thought the worst thing that could ever happen was being alone, here, without her twin.  Looking at him now, she wondered at the logic of that thought.

“What happened to you, Pietro?”