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"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?"

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anyways like for a mom-sin starter

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Her lips uptick in a small smile. "I suppose you're right. Doesn't mean I'm any less angry at you." She points a gloved finger at him.

"Well, that certainly wouldn't help diplomatic relations between our countries," he points out, but he'e trying not to laugh.

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4.16 My Funny Valentine - Elizabeth eating her ice cream with a fork

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If there is one thing Tamsin has never THOUGHT she would get, it was a family. She had a family ONCE. She had a mother. A father and a brother. But it had been a cold Christmas that her father had taken her mother from her. She could still remember the way the blood stained the presents, the screaming from the neighbors, the way her brother gripped her shoulders and pulled her from the room. She lost her family that day.

The foster system separated her from her brother. She'd managed to maintain contact with him through workers who passed along the occasional letter. he was much better at staying in one home than Tamsin ever was so it was easy enough to memorize his phone number and call him on his birthday. Tamsin moved from home to home. At the age of 16, she got pregnant and had her twins, twins that were adopted shortly after by a wonderful couple that couldn't have kids. She knew they would be better off with a home that could provide them a stable environment but it was the hardest thing she's had to do to sign them away. They'd been her family for the nine months she'd had them and she was left once more without a family. The Marines, her TROOP, became her family for a few years but they were taken AND her brother was taken as well.

But now, now she had a proper family. A wife, a DAUGHTER. President King, she would NEVER get used to the new title, stopped by that morning with a tub of his daughters old clothes before reminding Tamsin of her Congress meeting the next week. Tamsin had shoo'd him off.

Daisy is beautiful, one of the most precious babies Tamsin has ever seen (her own excluded, of course). For a moment, her hand shakes as she reaches out to gently touch their daughters cheek, to ensure that she was actually there, that she was present in the moment. Grey hues settle upon the figure of Celeste, upon the sleeping form of their daughter, a tear falling from her eyes. And then more start to fall.

"i..." Her voice cracks. "You take well to motherhood, Celeste." It's all she can think of to say, lips pressing firmly against the side of her wife's head, hiding away her tears.

"I've got the questioning next week. And then I'll take a little vacation. We can spend time with her. Family stuff, you know."

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A family was all Celeste had ever wanted — a loving partner, a few beautiful children. Though she often claimed the bakery as her dream, truly it was this.

She can remember saying as much as young as five or six years old, and she knows from others’ recounts that it began well before that. There was this picture somewhere — probably still in her childhood home; she had not taken much with her when she left — of Celeste as a very small child with two baby dolls in pink plastic car seats, one hanging from each arm. Their names and genders had changed every day, the scenarios ever changing as well with the fanciful imagination of children, but this idea of motherhood was always such a central theme when she played and those baby dolls had gone with her wherever she was allowed to carry them for years.

Until something better came along — sisters. Two of them, two years apart. Neither were planned but both were loved. By Celeste, at least. Their had left them soon after Anna was born, and their father had never been patient and that too often made him unkind.

Her best and worst memories were of them. Of loving them and losing them. Though she never called herself as much, she was for all intents and purposes the closest thing they had had to a mother. Just like their actual mother though, she had failed to protect them and that — not the fact that she had almost died along with them, though that had also left its scars — was the thing that plagued her the most, the grief she only showed Tamsin in her most quiet and vulnerable moments.

It had made this decision harder. Celeste had wanted a baby so bad but she had never jumped at this opportunity on her own, and even after Tamsin, it was never something she hadn’t fully considered. Tamsin was always so busy and if Celeste was honest with herself, she was scared. And there was some guilt there too, like bringing in a baby could erase her memories of the sisters she had practically raised.

The decision had thus been made slowly and delicately, followed by periods of both excitement and worry as they waited the months for their baby to arrived. Celeste had flitting about the residence relentlessly baby proofing, cleaning and fussing over the nursery and stocking up on any supplies she even thought they could need in the first weeks despite the extensive network of staff that could have done much of it, nesting like a proper mother to be.

But now, as her arms cradled this sweet little baby girl — their sweet baby girl, their little Daisy — she wasn’t scared or even worried at all. Celeste was just happy, a rare kind of overwhelming joy filling her chest. Tears well in her eyes, slide silently down her cheeks. The brightest of smiles adorns her lips as her gaze seeks out her wife’s. She doesn’t dare slip her free hand from Daisy’s grasp for a second, not even to clean her own face.

“She’s so beautiful,” she says, something between a laugh and cry sounding with her words. “Just look at her. And she’s ours, Tamsin. She’s all ours.”

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"Yeah. It's what he calls me." She rolls her eyes. Slowly, she pulls the door shut, allowing their son a bit of his privacy, lips ticking upwards in a hint of a smile at the flash of a flashlight underneath the door. He'd be reading in the dark once more. But she'd let him have that tonight. Difficult conversations could wait until the morning, at the very least.

"I was in and out of foster families as a kid and teen. It was rare to get established enough as a kid to have connections, to fight back against those that hurt me." She presses her lips into a thin line. "It only made the home harder to be in."

She takes his hand, squeezing it briefly. "I think ice cream will take my mind off this."

Henry stood next to Tamsin and wrapped an arm around her, hand on her hip, as they looked after their son. "Every kid gets in a fight sooner or later, especially boys, even I did." Henry had no muscle back in his school days, he was tall, lanky, and cute as hell. But he always stood up to his bullies, for himself and kids smaller than him. He'd end up in a locker or garbage can most times, though.

"He's probably just afraid of getting a punishment. We'll talk to him in the morning." When it came to parenting, Henry was neither strict or lax, but he knew what boys were like, even if it had been a long time since he'd been one himself.

"President Mom," He smiles, "Come on, let him sleep, he'll be ok."

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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  thunderbolts*  (2025),  directed  by  jake schreier.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

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"Dick."

Voice is quiet, jacket held in one hand, umbrella in the other. She had came as quick as she'd heard, setting down her items and hurrying to his side. Very gently, she takes the ice pack from Alfred's hands, pressing it against the young mans jaw. Grey hues observe him for any other injuries.

"Bruce called. Are you alright? Whose ass am I kicking?" She LAUGHS but there's a hardness to her eyes, a burning rage.

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i love her your honor

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There's a small sigh as she leans against the doorframe of their her ADOPTED sons bedroom, the PRESIDENT biting on her lower lip for a moment. The bruise upon his chin was worrying, the boy refusing to say anything about WHAT had happened but the head of his Secret Service had mentioned a fight on the playground.

He had gone instantly to bed, hadn't even stopped for dinner. "I need you to convince me not to go PRESIDENT MOM on the school and the parents."

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Her wife is lucky that she LOVES her.

"Oh. You're SO lucky I had nothing planned for tonight." She leans forwards, pressing her lips against the corner of her wife's lips.

Celeste offers a sheepish smile and a look that’s only halfway apologetic.

“Because I meant well and couldn’t possibly have known how that was going to backfire and you love me so much?”

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Well, she supposed that was fair. And the truth. "Fine." Teeth grit for a second ( she really NEEDS to get that retainer ). "You're grounded for four weeks."

"Because my therapist says yelling at me will set back my theraputic goals of healing trauma?"

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anyways like for a mom-sin starter

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gimme Tamsin able to be a MOM

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She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Give me one reason I shouldn't yell at you right now."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you will not fall. i will not allow it.  ❜ ❛  i could torch him if you like. but you do seem attached.  ❜ ❛  you're making us look bad. stop it.  ❜ ❛  i chose him for his inability to relent.  ❜ ❛  at least i didn't let you fall to your death.  ❜ ❛  but i will not run. i wouldn't be standing here if i'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome.  ❜ ❛  the right way isn't the only way.  ❜ ❛  justice is not always merciful.  ❜ ❛  the reason we'll never be anything more than friends isn't because of your rules. it's because you have no faith in me.  ❜ ❛  i'm used to functioning in pain, asshole. are you?  ❜ ❛  in the darkest moments, it is our light that shines the brightest.  ❜ ❛  fear is not the enemy, but rather the catalyst for growth and bravery.  ❜ ❛  the only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves.  ❜ ❛  courage is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to face it head-on.  ❜ ❛  going for blood today, are we, [name]?  ❜ ❛  i don't deserve you. but i'm going to keep you all the same.  ❜ ❛  there's nowhere in existence you could go that i wouldn't find you, [name].  ❜ ❛  you look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?  ❜ ❛  defenseless women have never been my type.  ❜ ❛  even when i'm not with you, there's only you.  ❜ ❛  there is no me without you.  ❜ ❛  i've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.  ❜ ❛  i know exactly who and what you are, [name].  ❜ ❛  we're all broken in some way, but that doesn't mean we can't find beauty in the cracks.  ❜ ❛  if i get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, i don't know if i'll be able to stop.  ❜ ❛  she exists and i get turned on. i've come to accept that particular truth over the last year.  ❜ ❛  fuck, i'm never going to get enough of you, am i?  ❜ ❛  not that i wouldn't climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.  ❜ ❛  let me guess, you could smell my perfume. isn't that what always gives the heroine away in books?  ❜ ❛  do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? it would be faster.  ❜ ❛  hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. it steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilites.  ❜ ❛  you can't make me fall in love with you and then die.  ❜ ❛  none of this is worth it without you.  ❜ ❛  i'm so wildly in love with you that i can't imagine what my life would look like without you in it. and i probably shouldn't have said that, but if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty.  ❜ ❛  you never considered that it was you i couldn't stay away from?  ❜ ❛  you turned oranges into a weapon, [name]?  ❜ ❛  you're going to be the death of me.  ❜ ❛  have you always been this tall?  ❜ ❛  no one stays friends forever, [name]. eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it's through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains.  ❜ ❛  i need you to survive this, even if i hate that i still love you.  ❜

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favourite shots of elizabeth mccord - set 145/∞