#donttouchthestetson

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

@donttouchthestetson asked: ❝ Shall we shoot them? ❞

“Absolutely not!” Maria was sure that the panic in her voice was audible. She had no idea what the hell Natasha and Clint were doing walking right into the middle of one of the Losers’ missions, but there they were. And in disguises good enough that the only reason Maria knew it was them was the way they leaned their heads together when they laughed. “They’re friendlies. We can trust them to back us up on the ground.” She looked over at Carlos, her brow furrowing when she realized his finger wasn’t even close to the trigger. “Okay, how did you do that? I almost didn’t recognize them.” burn notice || accepting

[g0petunias]

@donttouchthestetson​​ sent in:   TFLN from Jensen plz thnx                                          [ TFLN MEME // ACCEPTING ]

[ 💾  — sms » cougar ]: any plan I had today of being a productive member of society, i am officially throwing out the window.

[hittcr-a]

@donttouchthestetson​

              “let’s order in.” eliot grumbles, moving to flop onto the sofa. exhaustion seeps from every inch of him and his body aches. with his face buried in one of the sofa pillows, eliot reaches out to grab for cougar. “just wanna be here. and never move again.”

[thedipshits]

@donttouchthestetson​ needed a handwritten note from yours truly.

[exterminx]

@donttouchthestetson

            Eyebrows furrow. Maybe it’s too early in the morning to be this judgemental, but ... no, it was exactly the right time to be judgemental. Nose wrinkles. And she let’s out a ‘hmph’, indignantly pulling her bowl of cereal in closer. “ -- Just because Eliot and Hardison like you, doesn’t mean you can sit there. Did Eliot tell you you can sit there? What are you doing here so early? You’re not stealing anything, are you?”

[abracafockyou]

@donttouchthestetson replied to your post: // Went on my daily jog and now I’m gonna get...

I’m really happy to hear you’re making progress, and welcome back!

// Thank you! I’m glad to be back!!!

[wantediniceland]

(( @donttouchthestetson from here ))

Cougar should know by now that if he gave Hardison an inch he would take a mile. “Bring me a soda while I set up?” he asked, giving him the ol’ wide-eyed blink. He was in the middle of creating a fully functioning analog calculator, but Cougar would probably find that boring, and he wanted to show off for him. Building a giant statue of a cougar with flaming eyes would be the plan for today instead.

[techloser]

answer = “  bandage: patch them up when they get hurt “      ic reply ( @donttouchthestetson , cougar )      document type ( nonverbal.starters ) ; accepting

          “ Damnit, “ Jensen looks down at the polo shirt he’d bought for cheap at a thrift shop several days earlier.  The purchase had been made specifically for this mission, sure, but that didn’t stop him from morning the canary yellow fabric now stained with red.  Pain radiated from just beneath his ribs where the bullet was lodged into his flesh.  No time to whine, though.  Clay and Pooch were deeper inside the building waiting on him to clear the technological path.

          The agent’s face started getting cold.  Gooseflesh rose along his shoulders, moving quickly down to his forearms.  Jensen took a reluctant few seconds to pull his gaze away from the laptop screen so he can pinch the bridge of his nose.  “ Oof.  It’s getting a little chilly in here, “ he jokes more to himself than anything else.  Anything to break the silence since his fellow teammate was the talkative kind.  “ Maybe I should take a hacking detour and turn the heat up. “  His knuckles crack in preparation for the rest of the mission.  The earpiece that fell out when he’d been shot is put back in place.

           While he’s distracted by the code on the screen Jensen feels something press against his side, causing him to hiss.

         “ I’m fine, Kitty Cat, “ Jensen tries pushing whatever it was away.  “ Just a surface wound.  Nothing a beer won’t fix later. “  Lies.  But it was better than making his friend worry.

[phencyclidinc]

“ you’re alive!”

[ marvel’s inhumans ] || @donttouchthestetson

     “I’m hard to kill.” She had the decency to look the slightest bit sheepish about it. It’d been pretty close this time, some of the bruises still showing despite her healing factor. But that was the reality of her position. One he was very familiar with.

“Sorry for dropping off the grid like that.” Angel meant the apology even though she couldn’t have helped it. Radio silent missions came without warning and by definition, required the highest level of secrecy. Still, she felt bad for not being able to reach out to him even after she’d come back.

“Anything I can do to make it up to you, cowboy?” 

[mtchstck-a]

"Don't touch her."

                  She’s seen Ryan pissed before. Probably too many times. But he’s usually never so blatant about it. He’s got a too-hard grip on her wrist and is dragging her towards the waiting car he called, shirt still dripping with the drink she’d thrown at him when he’d yelled at her. And it hurts and he’s walking so fast she can hardly keep up, but she knows him well enough by now to know that if she says anything it’s going to be worse.

                 The man in the hat yanks Ryan’s hand away from Livvy’s arm as they pass, and hard. Hard enough that it would hurt. Liv can tell. And as soon as his hand isn’t wrapped around her arm, she instinctively takes a few steps back and behind the stranger as though she can preemptively sense the older boy’s wrath (she can).

protecc | ACCEPTING

[dreddurbanchaos-blog]

donttouchthestetson replied to your post: .

Block ‘em.

Oh, I did. I do every time. Just annoys me.

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

smash or pass + Coug 😏

send me “smash or pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty

look, coug checks a lot of maria’s boxes so aesthetically, yeah, smash! do they get along enough to even get to that part (or just not regret it afterwards)? i do not know! hahaha

[g0petunias]

@donttouchthestetson likes me! she really likes me!

     “how come you didn’t tell me i looked like a crazy birthday cake in this shirt?”

[hittcr-a]

@donttouchthestetson​ sent :  “give me my gun back.”

meme // no longer accepting

                  ‘say please.’ eliot’s signing was quick and the hitter raised an eyebrow. he didn’t like guns, but he’d always make an exception for cougar. eliot was already reaching to pull the rifle out from under the couch. “you got a job?” 

[thedipshits]

@donttouchthestetson​ liked for a smol

      💾  ———   “ so how do you keep cheating at blind man’s bluff, anyway, cougs? ”

[hittertm-archive]

@donttouchthestetson

             “anybody ever tell you that you walk too damn quietly?” samira was sure that they had. she didn’t lower the gun, instead letting her eyes take in the man in front of her. she’d almost completed her retrieval job by now. just a couple more minutes for the files to finish copying and then she could torch the place. “wasn’t expectin’ company...”