#lcdgerbled

[xoruzhiye]

❛       this  isn’t  what  it  looks  like        ❜

@lcdgerbled​  ----- starter call !

[legends-and-savagesa]

Wanda looked over at Natasha.  “Does it ever get easier?”  She asked.  She hoped that at some point it would be easier then it was at the moment.

@lcdgerbled 

[woedwolf-a]

so  since  i’m  making  absolutely  no  progress  in  writing  because  of  needing  to  answer  the  birthday  asks  from  yesterday,  this  is  a  general  post  to  the  last  of  them  instead  of  individual  answers.  i  was  sent  an  overwhelming  amount  of  them  &  i  truly  need  all  of  you  to  understand   just  how  much   that  means  to  me.  me,  someone  who  usually  feels  isolated  or  alone  in  this  world,  receiving  so  much  love  on  a  day  i  dreaded.  it  literally  means  so  much.  i  cried  &  had  to  turn  my  asks  off  in  the   best  way  possible!  you’re  all  so  kind  &  honestly,  i  don’t  know  what  i  did  to  deserve  you,  but  i’m  glad  i  did!

@APOCALYPSEDETERRENT      ⁄      @LCDGERBLED      ⁄      @SECONDCHAIRCELLIST      ⁄      @ARTIFEXED      ⁄      @OFGRIEF      ⁄      @STUHRK      ⁄      @DEADGCRL      ⁄      @NCMESIIS      ⁄      @SRGTJBRNS      ⁄      @THEWONDERINGSORCERESS      ⁄      @DARKENEDHEARTS      ⁄      @RELISHINGVAMPIRISM      ⁄      @ANXIETYWON      ⁄      @SOUTHSIDELOVER      ⁄      @ILOVEARROWS   (  fitz,  you  dumb  bitch  )      ⁄      @KILLEDINSTEAD

[defendsfreedom-a]

                      @lcdgerbled  |  starter call  !

HE’S EXHAUSTED. DOWN TO THE BONE TIRED.  steve  would  love  nothing  more  than  to  get  a  good  nights  rest  but  their  mission  isn’t  done.  not  yet.  nor  is  there  anyone  on  reserve  who  can  take  his  spot  for  a  while.

“hanging  in  there,  romanoff?”  he  questions  to  his  partner.

[amongstars]

it had been a long time. or at least it had felt like it. to have natasha here, home, it was a strange sight. yet while she was immediately on the offensive, having her here was comforting in an odd way. they were powerful on their own, but when you added the both of them together? well, they were a force that couldn’t be stopped. “i see you haven’t grown rusty. maybe the avengers actually did some good for you,” yelena said with a small smirk, holstering her gun and kicking gently at a cabinet that they’d busted in the midst of their fight. “couldn’t stay away?” the smirk only pulled a bit more at the corner of her lips. “because i’m imagining that a visit from you isn’t just a friendly reunion.” if the fight they’d just been through wasn’t obvious enough.

@lcdgerbled​ / bc we need yelena and nat like we need air

[seesgood]

❝ please tell me you’ve eaten something other than peanut butter sandwiches this week. ❞

@lcdgerbled          /          sc ! 

[ferociousrex]

@lcdgerbled​ said: " you're cute "

     “Cute?” She chuckled, looking at the woman. “Normally I get told I’m sort of scary.” Rexy’s cheeks were flushed and the closer she moved towards Natasha, the darker her cheeks turned. Slowly, she moved a hand and reached for the other’s hip, pulling her closer. “You’re beautiful.” Rexy whispered, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Natasha’s lips. 

[serumsoldiers]

I mean....KIND OF (bucky??)

@lcdgerbled

Bucky was relieved when Natasha admitted to thinking about him, at least that made him feel better about doing the exact same thing for her. There were moments where he’d feel too embarrassed to even look Natasha in the eyes and had absolutely no explanation why. 

“Ever considered turning those thoughts into a reality?” He smirked and crossed his arms. 

[captive-commando]

@lcdgerbled

     The signboard above the door said ‘High Street Carnival’, with bright lights about the edges, each bold and sweeping letter illuminated in neon. Out of his usual fatigues and dressed to blend in, complete with gloves, the Winter Soldier slipped down an alleyway. The floorplan of the bar was mapped, and the kitchen would be his entryway, but as he walked he couldn’t help but take in the difference between the distracting facade and the worn bones it now showed him.  

     Crumbling brick and years of painted signs chipped away to reveal the building’s past lives. Nothing he could make out over so many layers, but nonetheless, he tried. He would never be able to articulate why, but it seemed important to see what was once underneath it all. The importance unsettled him, but as he found the kitchen door all the noise in his head faded out and his mission was all that remained.

Eliminate Natalia Romanova. 

     With ease, he slipped past the kitchen staff, past the bar and before he knew it he was adrift on the dancefloor. Despite having no memories of dancing himself, each move seemed familiar; comforting. From the corner of his eye, he caught movement. A man had twirled his date, her flowing sleeve fluttering in the heated air of the dance floor, but it was a blessing. 

     Catching sight of his mark, sitting alone at the bar. As easily as he had infiltrated the throng of dancers he left them, stalking closer slowly as all predators do. She no longer matched the photos he’d been shown, her scarlet hair seemingly gone. If it was dye or a wig he hardly cared, as her face is what sold her out. 

     Beautiful and sharp, painted with a steady hand. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume she was waiting for a lover to swoop in and twirl her about the dance floor. ‘Dames love to dance’ a rakish voice echoed in his head, bold and brash, but confusingly close to his own. The closer he got, the more he doubted his plan. He was to simply inject her with a nerve agent, safely held in a syringe that was hidden up his sleeve and exit, but the hand he extended to her was empty. 

     “Hey Sugar, you rationed?” The voice that came from him couldn’t have been his own. It was cavalier, roguish in a sense, flirtatious even. If there was a silent pause on her end, he wouldn’t have known, as searing pain pierced his skull for a moment. He remembered a war, desperation and smoke-filled bars in European towns he couldn’t name. 

This was wrong. 

[ofblackskies]

Jenna, Jenna, Jennaaaaaaaa did you know I love you? Well if you didn’t, now you knowwwwww , I just want life to be sparkly and bright for you because you’re a bloody light in my life

I JUST ADORE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE A LIGHT IN MY LIFE, TOO, OKAY?

[legends-and-savagesa]

Peter looked over at Natasha.  “Ms. Romanoff what are you doing here?”  He hadn’t expected to see her in Queens of all places.

@lcdgerbled

[palespyder]

@lcdgerbled  ❤    ‘d !

𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐅  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍   ,  a  serenade  of  sounds  ,  a  dance  upon  the  dirt  ---  they  are  two  sides  of  the  same  proverbial  coin  and  while  one  has  found  herself  upon  a  moral l  highground  the  other  dips  toes  into  the  dangerous  waters  of  amorality  .  where  the  buck  stops  only  natasha  romanoff  may  know  ,  but  yelena  stands  tall  in  her  decisive  and  yet  stubborn  way  -  having  found  a  means  to  an  end  that  has  separated  her  from  the  lifeline  she’d  clung  to  for  so  long  .  even  in  that  moment  it’s  not  necessarily  WAR  with  the  other  spider  she  seeks  but  penance  …  or  some  variance  that  she  can  understand  of  it  .    ❛    don’t  look  so  surprised  ,  natalia  ----  you  are  not  the  only  one  capable  of  switching  sides  .    ---  now  it  is  i  who  belongs  to  no  one  .      ❜  

[defendsfreedom-a]

@lcdgerbled​ asked: nat lays her head in steve's lap , " now this is comfortable . "

THE WEIGHT OF HER READ RESTS  snuggling  on  his  lap.  steve  smiles  down  as  hands  gravitate  towards  red  locks.  fingers  stroke  through  silken  strands,  lips  humming  his  agreement.  “have  a  good  day,  then?”

[khruseos]

Is telling you that I love you allowed???

Actually, that’d be called cheating on this side of the oceans— ‘cause you know, that’s not a confession; you sent this in for the confession thing, right? /casually parks self on the ‘I’m a Looney Tune’ couch in case I made random assumptions. Well y’know what, I’m usually parked on that couch anyway as it’s my home, so we’re good. Hi Hayley, I love you to bits and pieces too. But that’s hardly anything new, ‘cause I’ve adored you since you first set foot in that TSC fandom with your Isabelle and I’ve made zero effort in hiding that fact … Has this suddenly turned into me wishing you all the best publicly? Yes ma’am, it has. Seriously, my dear, you have such a heart of gold. And no, I won’t take any of that ‘buuuut Saaaaae’ or attempts of sarcastically going ‘yeah, yeah, yeah’ as to try and be cute and use that line against me; it’s not gonna work. Because you simply do and I mean that. Any way, yes, so I’m thrilled that you’re going on one hell of an incredible trip with someone so intensely dear to you for 2019′s end, for you deserve nothing less than ending this year on such a high note. I hope you have the merriest of Christmas’ and that you spend the day with nothing but laughs on your face and smiles in your heart. I’m comin’ over there with my bag of legos otherwise. But yes, the merriest of Christmas’ and the happiest of New Years even though I’ll be wishing you both of those ten times over as they come to pass. 

Thank you for sticking by and with me, thank you for always being supportive, thank you for gracing us with your incredible portrayals of every single one of your muses (’cause I bet you kick just as much ass at the ones I’m not familiar with as you do at the ones I’m actually familiar with) and thank you for sending this in.

2019′s almost over! Confessions? / @lcdgerbled​

[bigdumbbigguy]

The Quiet Game

( @lcdgerbled​ | continued from x. )

He nodded, rather than speak and defy the order; it was easy enough.  He was bad with words, besides.

But depression?  With company?  That he could do.  He stood up—finger up, as if to indicate a pause, not an ending, to their shared silence—and retrieved himself a bottle of Russia’s finest, along with two glasses.

He poured her twelve ounces of Vodka, straight, and set it in front of her to do something with that was more productive than speech.  Then he gave himself the same treatment, clanking the bottle down between them, off to the side, like an inverted Dominos bone pile; reaching for seconds was something to be admired, not admonished.

He lifted his glass, raised it out for her to toast with a clink.  To nothing—spoken, that is.  But depression?  Isolation?  Getting lost in one’s own thoughts in a downward spiral with which there’s no logical exit?

Da.  He could relate.

He drank.

[egoteric]

( @lcdgerbled / cont. )

SO MAYBE HE’S NOT AS FINE AS HE’D LIKE her to believe. But he rarely is. Tony’s spent most of his life convincing the people around him that he’s fine. He’s gotten pretty damn good at it. But there’s only so much convincing that works when you’re actively passing out in front of someone.  ❝ No, no don’t, she’s got enough to worry about. ❞  He shakes his head and that’s a mistake on his part because that just makes everything spin FASTER. Tony stumbles, catching himself on the table. He grips it tight, squeezing his eyes shut a moment before forcing them open again.  ❝ ...I’ll be fine. I just need to sit for a bit... ❞  He manages to get himself into the chair. Well, more like fall into it.