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quick  update !  been  busy  with  work  and  will  probably  remain  busy  for  most  of  the  month.  one  of  my  managers  had  a  loved  one  pass  away  pretty  suddenly  and  myself  and  another  co-worker  have  agreed  to  take  on  a  lot  of  her  shifts  in  addition  to  what  we  were  already  working.  so,  both  this  blog  and  my  nat  one  will  be  very  low-activity  and  mainly  active  on  the  weekends !

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send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine

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i’m  still  gonna  be  busy  with  family  stuff  and  things.  but  you  can  hassle  me  on  wire,  just  yell  at  me  for  the  user  if  i  don’t  have  you  added !

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my  activity  will  be  pretty  spotty  for  the  rest  of  the  week.  i  work  most  of  today  and  will  likely  be  doing  family  stuff  and  things  for  most  of  the  weekend !

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.    ◞    ‧  𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿  𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍   :          𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐕𝐀.

“𝚆𝙷𝚈  𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴?  𝙸  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳.”a  black  widow.  no.  to  the  world,  natasha  was  the  black  widow.  as  if  there  was  only  one  (  and  it  seemed,  for  many,  the  only  one  that  mattered  ).  sharp  blue  gaze  fixates  on  the  woman  before  her  and  masha  has  to  resist  the  urge  to  simply  walk  away.  but  doing  so  would  require  a  fight  and  at  the  moment,  she  has  no  interest  to  do  such  thing.  so  she  rest  with  ease,  glass  of  wine  by  her  hand  and  legs  propped  by  the  couch  as  if  she  was  not  being  confronted  by  their  shared  past.  “you  go  by  a  different  name.  the  world  knows  you  so  differently.  an  avenger.  a  hero.  but  you  keep  the  name  that  never  belonged  to  just  you.”  and  a  pause  as  she  sips  on  the  red  liquid.  “perhaps,  you  think  you  are  easily  replaceable  as  you  were  then.” @widowbytes·

                    𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝚈  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴.     the  battle  of  wills  with  masha  inevitable.     she  isn’t  here  to  pick  a  fight,  but  is  ready  —  as  always  —  for  one  if  need  be.     natasha  was  the  best  of  her  class  at  the  red  room  ...  earned  that  black  widow  title  in  blood.     but  recalls  the  lessons  on  humility.     what  happened  to  the  girls  who  bragged.     she  will  never  be  the  lone  widow,  but  it  was  apart  of  her.     and  she  would  not  let  herself  or  others  forget  that.          ❝  does  it  matter ?     it  is  only  a  title  and  the  one  i  held  when  shield  found  me.     it  stuck.     as  did  the  red  ledger  that  came  with  it.     why  do  any  of  us  still  call ourselves  widows ?  ❞

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.    ◞    ‧  𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿  𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍   :          𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒.

“ i  bet  you  don’t  remember  me .” @widowbytes·

There’s a memory there in the corner of his mind, it sits there untouched, unreachable to him. He’s not sure he wants to touch it. Most memories these days are tainted with blood and death that he’s gotten tired of searching through the images in his head trying to piece together his mind like a puzzle. 

He tilts his head as an answer to her. He can’t quite for the words, isn’t sure what to say to that. Over the years he’s heard similar words. ‘Do you remember me’ ‘What happened to you’ ‘What do you remember’. The answer, to all questions, is almost always painfully sad. “I’m not sure,” he answers, voice rough, quite. He doesn’t want to speak, hates how the words taste on his tongue.

Blue eyes sweep across her cheekbones, her eyes, her form so stiff and tall. It sparks something familiar inside his mind; he looks away not wanting to remember. “There are…memories, but I can’t place them,” he offers as a way of explanation. He’s not sure why he’s explaining himself to her but there’s a deep urge within his chest, somewhere behind his ribs, to make her understand. 

“It’s hard to know what’s real and what’s….” what’s fake, what’s implanted, what’s his own imagination trying to picture a better life. “Did we know each other well?” he says after a pregnant pause, tension thick in the air, the smallest bit of hope tinging his voice. 

                    𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴  𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴  𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴.     disappointment  weighs  heavily  on  her  shoulders.     it  is  one  of  the  few  times  she  would  have  liked  to  be  proven  wrong  ...  but  instead  she  receives  a  confirmation  of  what  she  already  suspected.     she  is  talented  at  compartmentalizing  and  so  she  does.     mentally  boxing  up  that  disappointment  and  any  other  emotions  surrounding  her  past  with  the  soldier  and  filing  it  away.

                    this  is  fine.     probably  better  this  way.     she  doesn’t  want  to  join  the  dog  pile  of  people  wishing  for  him  to  remember.     especially  when  any  happy  memory  connected  to  her  will  quite  possibly  bring  about  one  of  pain  due  to  the  nature  of  their  lives  at  the  time.     plus,  clint  isn’t  here  to  give  her  shit  about  a  developing  martyr  complex,  so  she  will  handle  this  conversation  she  has  unfortunately  caused  in  any  manner  she  sees  fit.

                    ❝  you  don’t  need  to  explain  anything  to  me,  barnes.     i  know  a  thing  or  two  about  having  one’s  head  messed  with.  ❞          impersonal  without  totally  pushing  away.     it  seems  like  the  right  play.     she  does  briefly  entertain  the  thought  of  lying.     lies  of  omission  are  more  her  forte  than  the  outright  lie  of  telling  him  no,  we  didn’t  know  each  other  well  at  all.     she  skirts  around  the  topic  instead  with  a  wave  of  her  hand.          ❝  well  enough.     nothing  to  concern  yourself  with  now  though.     are  you  settling  in  alright ?  ❞

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i took down nat’s wire for the time being so i won’t feel the need to remake it like i did with buck’s. it is available to my mutuals upon request or you can yell at me to add you !

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whatever doesnt kill me is gonna wind up real dead real fast

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I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past.

Unknown (via wnq-anonymous)

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went  and  made  an  interest  tracker  !

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                                       — my soul will never grow old

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john wick … sentence starters

“I’m retired.”

“Noise complaint.“

“I can make this right.“

“I can do this! Please!“

“You, uh, workin’ again?“

“No? But you should be.“

“Everything’s got a price.“

“It’s okay. Let’s go home.“

“You’ve broken the rules.“

“No, I’ve got that covered.“

“How many do you have?“

“Do I look civilized to you?“

“They know you’re coming.”

“I heard you struck my son.“

“You are no lady. Trust me.“

“Oh? How do you plan that?“

“Who? That fucking nobody?“

“That’s unwise, I assure you.”

“Why don’t you take the night off?“

“We were professionals… Civilized.“

“No, I was just sorting some stuff out.”

“Not if you’re drinking here, you’re not.“

“It was good… Far better than I deserved.”

“My condolences. How’re you holding up?“

“They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.“

“So, tell me, how was life on the other side?“

“So, what sort of movement am I looking at?“

“My God! How long has it been? Four years?“

“And here I’d feared you’d left all this behind.“

“What the… did he hear a fuckin’ word I said?“

“You will do nothing, because you can do nothing.”

“Do you really wanna die here? Give me something.”

“My apologies. I was dealing with an uninvited guest.“

“People don’t change. You know that. Times, they do.“

“Do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?“

“He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.“

“So, I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task.”

“It’s not what you did, that angers me so. It’s who you did it to.”

“But you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.“

“Have you thought this through? I mean, chewed down to the bone?“

“Focus, commitment, sheer will… something you know very little about.”

“The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are, now.”

“I once saw him kill three men in a bar… with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.“

“However, if you still have… business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.“

“So, you can either hand over your son, or you can die screaming alongside him!”

“There’s no rhyme or reason to this life. It’s days like today scattered among the rest.“

“Let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on…“

“Now, as I recall, weren’t you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?“

“Your stitches’ll tear and you’ll bleed, but you’ll have full function. Do you need anything for the pain?“

“People keep asking if I’m back and I haven’t really had an answer. But, now, yeah, I’m thinkin’ I’m back.“

“It’s, uh… seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fuckin’ luck caused our paths to cross, once again.”

“In that moment, I received some semblance of hope, an opportunity to grieve unalone. And your son took that from me.”

“I apologize for calling you at this hour, but we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise.“

“You got out once. You dip so much as a pinky back into this pond… you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.”

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sb: dares to imply that they would put their life on the line for her nat:

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lemme  spam  y’all  with  memes  again  since  apex  doesn’t  want  to  let  me  play.

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more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

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here  is  a  little  plotting  /  shipping  call  !  i’d  like  to  get  more  plots  going  for  nat.  so,  give  this  post  a  like  if  you  want  me  rolling  up  in  your  ims  to  hassle  you  for  plots  !