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@untamedtempest asked: "I’m trying to stay calm."

her fingers interlaced with her wife's, thumb slowly drawing random circles to soothe away the possible storm that would begin if Ororo allowed her emotions to take control.

' i know..but a storm right now would not be helpful.' her words are murmured against her wife's temple.

the emergency room was packed, their youngest sleeping against evelyn's chest while Jean sat cross legged on the hospital bed with her stuffed lion and arm sling.

' luckily it was only a broke bone..'

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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Storm drawn by Valerio Schiti you are so precious to me

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Chris Hemsworth

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Happy birthday, Angelina Jolie! (June 4th, 1975) 🎈

MCUCHALLENGE YEAR OF CELEBRATIONS

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Angelina Jolie attends the Eddington premiere at the Cannes Film Festival, 16 May 2025

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I have awakened and will slowly work on drafts and queuing things up for the weekend since my boyfriend is working from home this week *cough he will be distracted *cough*

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"You know exactly what you’re doing."

    TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS      @untamedtempest

Mischievous is her smirk, one arm banded around her wife’s waist as their children watch with mixed expressions. The eldest one of parental disgust at the display of affection Evelyn swore she would not and the youngest a soft smile and whimsical look of boy wonder at his loving mothers.

Granted the kiss she presented her wife was mild compared to behind closed doors it still was enough to have the other parents blush. Her smirk only strengthened as she pressed her lips to the shell of Ororo’s ear.

‘ I’m behaving myself at this spring festival but once we get home all bets are off..’

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indie. private.selective evelyn salt ( psd x )

penned by zara ( a trash panda ) since like 2013 ( probably longer ngl )

rules. about. verses.

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ANGELINA JOLIE

at the 78th Annual Cannes Film Festival Red Carpet in Cannes, France (May 16, 2025) — photos by Getty Images

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"I want you too much."

       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS      @asgardianhammer

She knows they shouldn’t, knows the court is already appalled by his decision and their behavior. But the firm press of fingers against her ribs makes her breath stutter and her pulse spike. His beard sends electric shock waves through her veins and has her fingers tugging roughly at golden locks.

They promised to behave, to avoid another scandal but the thick muscle of his thigh wedged between her own makes her mewl against his lips, forgotten is the promise they made when her own mewl is matched but a groan deep from his throat.

“I suppose I can be late for etiquette training..”

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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❦just maybe a little lol

Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.

Just a lil bit…BWAHAH

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his gesture does not slip her eyes as the waiter follows his whispered instructions. there is something arousing about his ability to command without having to grow loud that makes heat bloom across her cheeks.

how childish they once were, roaming the streets in their youth without responsibility, touching and kissing in alleyways, like teenagers once. it felt like that once again, the insatiable urge to follow him to hell with a smile.

following his lead, evelyn rose from her own chair. bare feet no longer imprisoned felt amazing against the warm ground. evelyn felt younger, no longer weighed down by the need to play the perfect wife. another laugh left her lips at his boyish smile. her hand outstretched, she wished to touch him once again.

' now when have we ever been civil?'

her words held a challenge, her smile blending into a smirk as her hand stretched out to find her husbands hand.

--- The melody of her laugh is trickling through him, descending into his very being, settling low in his gut where it only adds to the heat present there, and the reminder of the previous times has Thor's smirk quirk even higher.

It was careless, and completely reckless, and yet so entirely them, and he wondered, as the chortle bubbles forth in his chest, how they ever got away with that sort of absolutely terrible behavior in the past...

They simply lived, and enjoyed each other, time and time again.

There is no reply from him yet, bright eyes fixed upon Evelyn and her motions, the gesture for the waiter an almost lazy act of heavy arm. The perks of being back here, in familiar places and where his name meant a great deal, was the privilege of dealing with things discreetly, and the whispered instructions to have the bill simply put aside are given swiftly.

' Of course I will.'

That was another privilege, to be able to rise to his feet without a care in the world, knowing she would touch him and trust him again, and Thor's smile turns into one of absolute, and unabashed cheek.

' I promise I won't throw you over my shoulder just yet. I will keep it civil... for now. Unless you insist?

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the irony of his words do not escape her, she was chosen to be the shield of asgard, the weapon used to protect their realm and yet he stood before her claiming to be her shield. her instructors would be tearing their hair from the scalp at her foolishness.

but they do not know the man before her like she does. they have not seen their prince once he made his mind up. evelyn knows the throne will not hold another, she knows that Thor will be king. it is written in stone in her mind, she would not accept any other.

foolish is her heart at the soft press of his lips to her temple. how it beats like a canary's wings, his presence alone sooths her racing thoughts. treason is unlikely for him or her, odin would not be foolish enough to expose what he has taken part in, nor would he cast aside his only heir.

the blood that stains her hands is not something many will accept, she knows that there will be a possibility that his affection will waiver once her doings are exposed, but for this moment she basked in his warmth. allowing herself to press her forehead against his chin, evelyn felt the weight on her shoulders lessen.

' the path you wish to take will not be easy..the things i have done are not for the faint of heart.' her words muffled by his chest, the sting of tears are blinked away rapidly.

'you are my home..i have traveled across the nine realms but you are what who come back to.'

her truth is painful to spill, an orphan with no one to worry if she lived or died was one of the reasons she was picked after all. but no matter what Odin threw her way to survived, all for the man before her.

' i was already yours from the day we met..' grateful the night hid her blush from him.

' are you truly ready for this? this battle is not one you can fight with your fists..'

[ ϟ ]—– Pressing against his chest her warmth is almost palpable there, and for a brief moment - utterly small and short-lived - he forgets the crown, and ghosts, and the throne still echoing a demanding hum in the back of his mind.

He had known battle, glory, known pains and aches as sharp as Gungnir's tip and as vast as Yggdrasil's branches, yet neither fire nor frost, nor sorrow of loss, had ever undone him like the whisper of her voice.

It was affectionate, the remark, its tenderness overbearing, the confession soft as spun silk yet splitting him at the seams regardless. Remarkable, how both had waded through so much blood, and both could stil speak of love with such unshaking conviction.

Thunderer exhales softly, the sound weighted as if releasing centuries that have gathered in his lungs.

' Then let him howl and spit and call it treason,' the murmur comes with another step taken, closer, chest rising beneath her touch after a deep inhale. ' I will be your shield against his judgement, or anyone's.'

Calloused hand slides behind Evelyn's neck, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw in a familiar path. Leaning in there is a small, tender kiss placed at her temple, light and reverent.

' You would follow me into war, but all I have ever wanted is for you to follow me home.'

Slipping a hand down to her waist the gesture that follows is anchoring, the distance between them dissipating entirely, their breaths now shared and even the silence alive with countless unspoken things.

The smile that emerges is not the usual bright grin, yet a gentle, barely visible curling of his lips.

' Be mine, fully and completely... And all this will change.'

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his theatrics are brushed off with a roll of her eyes, his worries are clear to read despite the flurry that impairs their vision. they do not have the luxury of jesting, they are within enemy territory despite what he wishes to happen it would be wise to stay alert.

evelyn knows of the burden he carries, the land they found themselves in hold many meaning to both of them for different reasons. her fur barely kept the cold at bay, but the feeling of eyes on her does not go unnoticed by evelyn.

' charming is not the word i would use when it comes to your travels..'

her tone is steady, moving with ease to rest a few steps behind him. her fingers tighten against the hilt before locking eyes with red. despite her calmness, there is a part of her that is somewhat nervous.

though she knows bloodshed is not what they wish for, evelyn is also prepared for the possibly of it happening. the cold does not sting as much as the eyes that watch them.

' despite having a new king, some are..against his ways and his progressiveness. they do not think it is possible to build alliances with those who were once enemies.'

[ ϟ ]— The wind stings like old betrayal, each snow-laced gust a whisper of the past clawing its way into the present.

This realm is ever the graveyard of warmth, and though the god stands tall amidst the freezing air, wrapped in furs that barely buffer the bite, it is not the cold that unsettles him. It is the memories, its legacy, what lies unspoken between the realms that tended to bleed each other raw.

There is no flinch, yet he recalls too many a thing for features to remain unmoved, crease between brows deepening.

Evelyn's voice cuts clean through the pale fog, wry and sharp as the very blade she wielded, and it draws a smile from him, a faint curl that is a simple curving of lips, a break in the stormclouds that rule his mind. Ceruleans flick to her, a spark dancing behind the irises, her jest disarming some of the gnawing tension. There is gratitude in him for it, though his pride kept the god from voicing it out loud.

' You wound me' comes a warm murmur, placing a theatrical hand to broad chest,' and here I thought myself a most agreeable travel companion, charming even.'

The smile that meets his is a strange balm he did not know he needed.

A chuckle then, released languidly and without a sliver or mirth.

' Aye, fame is a blade with no hilt, sharp to all who dare hold it.'

Crunching beneath their feet the snow is loudly protesting the contact, their stride announcing their approach louder than any thunder would have done, and glancing to the side momentarily the god makes assessment of the looming ridges all around the duo.

The frost-born sentinels await, crimson and cold eyes unblinking, and there were undoubtedly many more that observed, hidden from view.

Hand twirls the weapon momentarily, not out of provocation or to reassure himself, the act more of a ritual than anything else. A reminder of who he is, and a reminder of what he must avoid.

' What intel have you gathered regarding them as of late? I have only heard whispers of a new king, and a progressive new rule, but judging by the state of their welcoming committee I highly doubt that much has changed.'

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Cannes Film Festival 2025