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Thank you. For what?

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I don’t have a phone but you could have sent me an electronic letter. It’s called an email.

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lord of thunder™ requested by @johnbcyega 

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I’d like to think I’m a normal sort of guy, but go to my mum and she’ll probably say, ‘You know, Chris was always the daughter out of my three boys.’

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Chris Hemsworth by Bruce Weber for Vanity Fair (2015)

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Chris Hemsworth on the set of ‘Men In Black’ spin-off movie in London, England (July 8, 2018).

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Chris Hemsworth on the set of ‘Men In Black’ spin-off movie in London, England (July 8, 2018).

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Chris Hemsworth on the set of ‘Men In Black’ spin-off movie in London, England (July 8, 2018).

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Cassiopeia: Favourite book?Delphinus: Favourite study?

“The Art of War & History. Keeps me informed in case something comes along and tries to repeat itself.”

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Earth: Where’s your home?

“Where ever the Wolves are.”

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Hydra: Favourite sound?

“The sound of my bike, riding in the middle of the night.”

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Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?

“Eva “I’ll take ‘i’m a loser’ for 200, Alex” Bauer.”

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Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

“I would’ve made an effort with the ones I loved. Learned to keep them rather than find excuses to push them away. I’m still working on that.”

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The drive on his bike was both needed and a welcome break. Lingering would’ve evicted shouts and fights—and the Brotherhood and their clan didn’t need to be in on the fight with Julian and his own crew—the Brotherhood wasn’t his problem. Roads bare, save for the roar of his bike, as he ripped the throttle. Coming to a red light, as he slowed it down, planting both feet on the ground to steady himself—a glance to his left and… stunned. Maybe it was needed. A rap to her window lightly with his knuckles, as he half grinned. “We really have to stop running into one another like this.” He commented, ignoring the sudden relief of stress that sat on his chest. Maybe he needed simply to forget. For now. It wouldn’t be long before his own crew chased him down for answers.

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roxanaxmcquillen:

One announcement. One life changing moment. And then he ducked out. Essentially motherfucking micdropped the fuck out of the event. Wolves in attendance had looked to her, stunned expressions mirroring hers. Questioning if she knew, if this was a club decision, if she knew. Roxy had turned on her heel, not to elegantly shoving her way through and marching straight to the clubhouse. “JOHNSON!” She screamed into the void, door thrown open for dramatic effect, fueled by fury slammed on the wall and shut behind her. “HEY!” Gun left at her home, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t unarmed. Pocket knife withdrawn, flicked open, arm reeled back and thrown in Julian’s direction. She aimed, yes, at the wall directly before him, heavy thud when it connected, halting him in place. “Are you fucking serious? Way to keep me in the fucking loop. How much did he pay you, huh? What bullshit blackmail attempt do they have on you?”

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Here comes the boom, Julian thought, as the sound of a shrill voice broke the silence. As he sat in his office within the Wolves clubhouse, situated in his seat. The thundering sound of her footsteps, as they got closer and closer and—the resounding thud in the wall above his head, the dagger shaking from where it situated. “Here I thought you’d come in, guns a’blazing.” He commented, standing silently, pulling the knife from the wall. “Won’t like, I’m a little turned on by that, right now.” Nothing more, as he sat down, stabbing the tip of the knife into the wood of his desk, leaning back in his chair. “There’s no blackmail, do you really think so low of me?” He questioned her, voice rising to the same level as the blondes. “I needed you to be genuine with your reaction for it to work. And it did—they’re going to think I went against your wishes.” And he could’ve, really. Instead, arms crossed against his chest, as he awaited the continued shouts of disapproval. “Rox, sit down and shut up so I can tell you what I meant by agreeing to work with them.”