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i want to write so bad it’s making me itchy but honestly i’m still exhausted and bedridden?? i’m getting sad looking at all the stuff i can’t respond to 😭 i am getting better little by little though

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ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

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tagged by: @svoyavdova tagging: i feel like everyone has been tagged already, so if you haven't been and are looking for an excuse to do this, just pretend i tagged you, okay?

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Me when I’m a dog and hear my favorite word

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drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine☀️

i never know what to say to these things, so here is a little cherry and yelena hand heart 🫶

thank you for making me feel so welcome, always. we might not have spoken much, or even interacted much outside of wire, but like i said before, i am so excited to see how the two of them develop together! cherry's so stunned by yelena's constant support, it makes me laugh? it's like, "why are you acting like you think i'm cool? no, i think you're cool!" but she'll internalize it eventually 💖

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Two guys who look mysteriously identical and are never going to address it. Not even once.

happy birthday, @efnyed!

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The Thunderbolts* Chemical discourse — @belcvas @antipersonal @soldierworn @daemondaes // dn reblog if not tagged!

Bonus:

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wire shenanigans

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she didn't tell him to call it a grimoire this time

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She should have anticipated his confusion. The way stress lines his face is making her stressed too. This is what she gets for trying to keep the mood light. It's only after he asks for clarification that she elaborates. "You've got fans, right? Who am I talking to, of course you do." Cherry rolls her eyes. "Yeah, so, believe it or not, even I have fans. Sometimes. At least this guy said he was a fan." Then she falls silent. It's hard for her to decide whether she's searching for the right words to explain the situation, or processing what even happened in the first place. She laughs nervously.

"...Then he sicced his dog on me." She holds up her arm for Bucky to inspect. In the meat of her forearm is the impression of teeth. The marks are still red, but fading fast. Rather than canine, they look disconcertingly human. "Guess that's what I get. Comes with the territory." Her best, most generous guess is that the man wanted to witness her healing factor in-person. "You ever deal with this kinda thing? Really hoping your fans are more...normal." She chews her lip, thoughtful. "Anyway, I punched the 'dog' square in the nose. Reflex. Dropped my Baja Blast."

with @soldierworn, from here

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"What in the b—why are you here?" When Naux opens the door, the person she least expects to see is Cherry. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Nauxy, welcome home." Cherry grins and wipes her hands on her apron. "Nearly three in the AM. Your kids know you've been out all night?"

"Truly hilarious. I have lived a week in the past five hours, I'll have you know. It was just past noon only a second ago. I am entirely jet-lagged and eminently impatient." Naux's eyes narrow. "Tell me why you're here."

Cherry whistles, long and low. "Five hours is a long time to leave the kids alone. Lucky you have me to babysit. 'Course it didn't start that way." Her eyes drift toward the ceiling as she mulls it over. "You've got a good kitchen. Better than mine." That's the gist of it. "Regan's great with a fry pan, by the way. Barely picked the lock before he opened the door and swung it. Hard. Freaked him out more than me."

"Neptune's balls, you cannot drop in like that whenever you want!" Naux's eyes widen. Her hands fly to her temples. "He is going to have nightmares for weeks. You never think!"

"Hey, it's fine." Her brows furrow as she smiles. There's nothing to get this worked up over. "He got some good practice in, and he knows Aunt Cherry wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Cherry."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay." She rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't hurt...a human?"

"Again: what are you doing! What is...all of this?" Naux gestures to the pastries in varied states of freezing, littered on seemingly every flat surface the kitchen has to offer. "Are you stress-baking?"

"I wouldn't call it that," Cherry balks. "Hella stressed though. I can't get the flavor right."

Cherry is a good cook. Naux knows it, everyone knows it. She has a hard time believing simple pastries could stump Cherry so badly. Hesitantly, she jams a finger into the nearest pie, then licks the filling off. "It tastes fine to me."

"Yeah? It better." Cherry snorts. "Your girl made that one on her own. Meg's actually really good at this." It's not a joke; she looks genuinely impressed. "Did you know that?"

Naux hesitates. She didn't know it, but she isn't entirely surprised. "Well, it stands to reason. Baking is a science. She takes after her father in that respect."

"The duck's a scientist?" Cherry laughs and bows her head when Naux raises her hand as if to slap her. "That was a joke!" She doesn't know the parentage of any of the Naux children. It's fun to guess.

Naux simply gives Cherry a withering stare as she sticks her fingers in another pie. "This one is good too. I know you didn't come here and bake up a storm simply because you had some terrible craving for key lime pie."

"It's not for me," Cherry demurs. "There's this guy..."

"Oh, for the love of—"

"Hey, be nice! This guy, we went on a super cute date. Coney Island. Got real close." Cherry's eyebrows rise and fall in a way that makes Naux scoff. "Learned a lot. Found out he's got a thing for chocolate-covered key lime pie. Thought I'd bring some over. A little 'mission success' gift. Can't get it to taste exactly like that one, though."

"Mission...? You said this was a date." A line forms between Naux's brows. Her eyes train on Cherry, calculating. "I know I heard you gossiping with Basil about some...undercover mission? Don't tell me you're talking about Walker."

One-hit KO. Cherry's mouth falls open. The color rises in her face. She turns away to grip the counter, white-knuckled.

"Oh, dear. You do realize...no. Hold on." Naux taps her cheek in thought as she studies the smaller woman. "I don't believe you're dull enough to think that was a real date. Whatever asinine mission they had you working was merely a convenient excuse for you to explore feelings you already had in the closest thing to a safe, consequence-free environment that you could possibly hope for. Do correct me if I'm wrong."

Cherry says nothing. She simply bites her lip.

"Well, don't be bashful. It doesn't look good on you. He is a tall drink of water. That much is undeniable. Lord only knows I'd bed him myself, if only to see him squirm. I have to question your endgame here. This," Naux gestures to the pies, "is not the work of someone with an innocent little work crush, and it is certainly not the work of someone seeking to lure a man to bed. What are you hoping to achieve with pie?"

Cherry bites her lip harder still, until she breaks the skin. Her eyes flick across everything she'd been working on the past few hours. "It's not like that," she mumbles. "He's...different. I dunno. Don't act like I'm in love. I'm not. That'd be fucked." She manages a short, bitter laugh. "Maybe he's a little obnoxious sometimes, but there's this side to him...he's dangerous. Kinda reminds me of a guard dog, to tell the truth. I like being around him. We...work well together, I think. Maybe that's why they keep pairing us up. Get excited when they do. Can't remember ever feeling safer with someone."

Naux raises an eyebrow. She doesn't make a habit of keeping track of Cherry's revolving door of partners, but she can't recall hearing her speak of any of them this way.

Cherry rubs her jaw. This is stupid. She's not good with words. Not good with feelings. "Never met anyone like him." Her voice trickles down to a whisper. "I like the way he looks at me." She doesn't like the way it feels to say that. "There's another part of him that's a little...it's almost there, but I reach for it, and it's too far away to touch. I need to get closer. I wanna...I wanna reach inside him and then pet him from the inside. You ever feel that way?" She doesn't wait for a response.

Acting on impulse, she grabs the trashcan and, ignoring Naux's protests, starts shoveling in pies as though possessed. Meg's pie is left alone. She still has enough awareness for that. "Thanks for the advice, babes. You're right. Probably just need to bang him, get it out of my system."

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Basil lounges comfortably on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. A small, thick book fits comfortably in his hand. "So I've been reading your diary—"

"Grimoire," Cherry counters.

"Diary." His brows raise. "I've never read demonic encyclopediae that detail therapists."

"Stop reading the grimoire!"

"Any book left on the coffee table—"

"—Becomes a coffee table book. I know." Her shoulders slump. She's never seen him rooting through any of Naux's journals, but Naux, to her credit, has never left them out in the open so carelessly.

"Don't give me that look." Basil clicks his tongue. "You're in safe hands, sweet Charity. No one else has figured out the cipher." He squares his shoulders. "So, tell me. How long have you been rendezvousing in secret? What happened to 'I'd rather die than see a shrink'?"

"Doesn't matter. It's a work thing." She waves the subject away. "Not gonna last."

"And yet you dedicated a page to him." He looks far too smug for someone left in the dark.

"Well, yeah." Her lips form a hard line. She takes a moment to consider her words. "I...okay, look, it's just...um, it's because he's kinda..."

Sharp, incredulous laughter precedes the grimoire tossed exasperatedly back at Cherry. "Ag, man! Come on." Basil shakes his head. "He's not smashing your pasty. Is he even cute?"

"Yeah, I'm done." She points at him with the book. "You're disgusting. I'm leaving."

"Skreeulelik?" The phrase is nearly shrieked with disbelief. Basil delights in the way Cherry curls her lip. She's heard him say it now and then, enough to get the intended meaning, even if she doesn't know the literal translation. He laughs harder when she crosses her arms. "Oh, love yourself, please."

"Shut up." She rolls her eyes. "I dunno? Never thought about him like that. I'm fighting for my life in there, Baz. Why the hell am I gonna try to screw him? If anything, he's screwing my mind. He's...whatever? Maybe he's cute in, like, a Harry Potter way. Could accidentally snap him in half. Probably closer to your type, actually."

"I'm offended already. So you're introducing me."

"No, gross. Freak. What're you gonna do, talk about me? Said he's into dads, anyway. Whatever that's about."

"That doesn't sound like therapy-speak." As much as Basil wants to tease her, remind her that she said she was leaving, he's still curious—and concerned. "You never said why they're making you do this."

"I fucked up, okay? You..." She pinches and pulls the air. The words won't come. "You already know. We're not talking about this again. This is, like, my punishment, I guess." She inhales slowly, then exhales even slower. "Anyway, the doc's, like, deceptively cool. I could stuff him in a locker—really wanna stuff him in a locker—but...I dunno. It's weird. I was upset, kept trying to piss him off and convince him I'm sane or whatever, all at the same time. Think I really got him ruffled for a bit, actually. Don't know what I thought I could make him do."

Basil's gaze softens. There are a million questions on the tip of his tongue. He can't decide which to ask first, or whether to ask at all. He settles for simply nodding, hoping to provide silent encouragement.

"Gave me the all-clear." Cherry tosses her hair, nonchalant. "Really didn't have to. Maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe he's alright? Not such a bad guy, I mean. Clearly wants to help. Can't figure out his angle. Keeps me up at night. Kinda wanna talk to him. When I'm not a lab rat, I mean. He's a weirdo."

"A whole page's worth of weirdo," Basil muses quietly. "Look who's talking."

"Yeah, well, he wants to talk to Niki, so..."

Basil snaps his fingers. "That'll do it," he sneers. "Happy job hunting."

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t h u n d e r b o l t s*

*now with cherry martini, the ragdoll

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make love And war

i'm sorry it has to be this way, @bobrvynolds

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[Getting into fights in the replies on @antipersonal's post, @daemondaes]

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@antipersonal

"their relationship is strictly platonic" "they're so in love" well, more importantly, they are fucking weird and abnormal about each other in an undeniable way