reminding her that he's there with her

“Your dad would totally fire me if he walked in on this, you know.”

“And lose the greatest literal babysitter he’s ever hired? I don’t think so.”

“…”

“…”

Adrien…”

Marinette strains her neck to look at Adrien petulantly; he looks over at her and cracks a grin. 

“You’re slipping, Mari!”

As his serious facade melts, Marinette is suddenly acutely aware of how warm he is against her. She’s not sure she likes the feeling as her blood runs cold and her heart clenches. I can’t do this, she reminds herself sourly, and tries to go back to relishing in her friend’s company.

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Married at First Sight Chapters 1-3
Ask, and you shall receive...A young Rick and Michonne are newlyweds, chosen for one another by their respective communities. Can they navigate the waters of an arranged marriage to become the power couple of the apocalypse? Or will the world they live in undo them before they can even begin? A AU zombie story and continuation of a prompt from We're the Ones Who Live.

So many of you asked so nicely, how could I say no?

@riseuprichonne‘s wonderful prompt is now a full-length fic in progress. Look for updates from here on out.

Originally posted by musethedead

A Sneak Preview at Chapter 3:


“Careful,” Rick was below her, holding onto her thigh tightly.

“I’m good,” Michonne glanced down at him. You would have thought she was attempting to climb a mountain without equipment by the look on her husband’s face. He was squinting up at her, his brow furrowed, one hand out and ready to catch her if she fell. “It’s just a tree,” she reminded him, shimmying upwards.

“It is,” he agreed, still dancing nervously beneath her. “I just don’t want you to fall.”

“I think you’re just enjoying the view,” she teased. His hand slipped down her leg as she continued her assent, testing the branches gingerly before she rested her weight on them.

“Can’t deny that,” his accent took on a deeper timbre, one that Michonne was beginning to recognize as his bedroom voice. Heat pooled in her stomach as memories came rushing back. It was a wonder she could climb at all, considering her soreness. She was suddenly hyper-aware of places she’d never paid much attention to before this, hyper-aware of Rick’s response to her.

She looked down again, her smile almost instinctive. He grinned right back at her.

“How’s it looking?” he called up a few minutes later.

Michonne settled on a particularly thick branch, glancing up over the wall. It was ideal, really. “You can see at least a hundred yards off from here. In every direction,” her smile widened as she looked back at him.

“Then this is where we’ll put it,” he was already reaching for her.

“We should think about a second look-out, maybe on the eastern wall,” she began her descent, carefully finding her footing.

“I was thinking we could use the town-hall building,” Rick lifted his arms, his hand settling on her lower back as she swung down to the ground. “The tower on top there could be perfect. We could make it a headquarters.”

“Is that where you want to keep the armory?” she questioned, accepting her katana from him. She secured it over her shoulder.

He nodded, idly plucking a leaf from her hair. “I think we should find a separate place for the pantry.”

“Good idea,” she felt absurd at how hard she was smiling, but she couldn’t help it. “Spread the wealth.”

He looked pleased that she understood. “Exactly,” he left his hand on her waist, his thumb rubbing light circles. Michonne swallowed, trying to calm herself. She wondered if this was normal, the intense attraction she felt. It had been a week, and every time she fell into bed with Rick, the sensation increased. She’d been around men before, even had a boyfriend for a few months, but never had it felt like this. She’d been worried that they wouldn’t be compatible, that their relationship would be one of convenience and not passion.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked her, grinning lopsidedly. She liked that smile, liked that she had never seen it before their wedding. Rick, though serious when the moment called for it, seemed like a goofball at heart.

“Do you think this is normal?” she came right out with the question.

“Do I think what is normal?” he brushed a hand over his face. A week’s worth of growth now dusted his cheeks. Michonne found that she liked the effect quite a bit.

“How we’ve been the last few days,” her throat tightened in embarrassment. It was absurd, really. By now, there was no part of her body he hadn’t seen, but she was still shy at discussing it.

“Well,” he shrugged slightly, “It feels normal to me.” He drove his statement home by reaching for her hand. She easily twisted her fingers around his.

“Do you think it will last?” She wondered how many times a day the average couple had sex, if they were using it all up and would simply grow tired of one another. She’d heard other people complain about it, older couples who couldn’t find the time anymore.

“I hope so,” Rick tilted his head in her direction, his eyes darkening in the way that they so often did before he kissed her. “I can’t imagine I’m going to get tired of it.” He smirked at her, his eyes raking over her form.

“Really?” she challenged playfully. “You were pretty tired this morning.”

“Damn, woman,” he rolled his eyes, scoffing. “You keep me up all night and just expect me to perform on command?” he was clearly teasing and Michonne laughed.

“Sorry,” she didn’t plan on waking up feeling like that. There was something about coming alive in the mornings to him pressed against her that got her engine going. “I don’t think I’ll get tired of it either,” she admitted.

He kissed the hand still wrapped in his own. “I didn’t expect this to be so easy,” he remarked.

“Me neither,” she whispered, accepting a hug from him. Their honeymoon period was drawing to a close. The sound of trucks in the distance heralded the arrival of future citizens of their little community, of their parents and the leaders of the sister cities. The real world was coming in.

“Are you ready?” he nuzzled her hair. Michonne suddenly felt the urge to run backwards towards their house. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I hope so,” she mumbled into his shirt, the denim soothing on her cheeks. In truth, she was incredibly nervous. It was one thing to remain sequestered, but in this world, fairytales didn’t last long.

“Hey,” Rick tilted her chin up. She took him in, his curly dark hair, his blue eyes and straight nose, the dimple in his chin just visible beneath the scruff. “This is going to be fine,” she watched his lips shape the words. “We can do this.”

“Ok,” she nodded, still worrying.

“Michonne,” she liked how he said her name. “This has been a good week.”

She smiled, toying with the denim collar of his shirt. “Let’s do it again sometime.” She leaned up, intending to give him a chaste kiss before they headed to the gate. Rick had other intentions. He cupped her face between his palms, tilting his head to deepen their liplock. Michonne felt her heart begin to race immediately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up. “Let’s go home,” she begged him breathily.

The sounds of car horns began to ring from the front gate. Rick laughed against her mouth. “Tonight,” he promised her. “There’s a few people you have to meet first.”

paul-likes-things  asked:

16 seems like it'd be heartbreaking enough for the angst prompt thing~

ok dude i know u sent this like a month ago so sorry i wasnt ignoring it, i just couldnt fucking figure out how to do it. i think i figured it tho. altho i dunno… but thank you for sending it :$) (oh and sorry it got so fuckin huge)


16. “I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”


Scully could feel his touch before she even opened her eyes- just lightly brushing a piece of hair from her face as he mumbled her name softly. After a second, her eye cracked open and all she could see was the world flooded with a blinding white light. And then his face appeared, though years younger as if he managed to travel through time just to see her once again. But a moment passed, and her eyes filled with tears when she realized the man standing by her bed was not Mulder, but their son.

“Hey, Mom,” he whispered so gently, “how ya feeling?” William’s face forced a supportive smile, only furthering how much he looked like his father.

“I feel… like hell.”

William laughed. “I talked to your doctor and that seems about right.”

“Hmmm… how long did he say?”

“Mom-”

“Will,” she reached out a shaky hand and took her son’s, “it’s okay. How long?”

His refusal to meet her eyes said it all.

“How’s Danny?”

William face moved into a smile. “He’s great, begged me and Ellie to miss school today just to see you.”

“Still refusing to go by his name?”

“Yeah, Dad was definitely right about that being a bad idea.”

Scully opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost before they were formed.

“What, Ma?”

She shook her head, taking the rest of the room in before returning her gaze to her son.

“He just… he reminds me so much of him.” Her voice cracked with every word.

William nodded and looked down.

“Shhh… Will, it’s a good thing,” she reached over and tilted his chin up to meet her gaze, “I’m so proud that he’s so much like him.”

“Me too,” her son whispered.

“Just keep him away from trains… and boats… and cars. And Walter Skinner’s nursing home.”

Will let out a laugh. “Okay, will do.” He brushed another hair from her face. “Listen, Mom, I gotta go to work, but I’ll stop by later with El and the baby and Danny okay?”

Scully nodded.

“But I wanted to drop this off for you to go through.” He reached into his large coat pocket and pulled out a bundle of envelopes. “We were cleaning out the house this weekend, and these were in a box in Dad’s study? Actually they were in the box, locked in his desk, and there was no key to be found. I had to take a hammer to the door to get it open. But the envelopes, they were still sealed and addressed to you, in his handwriting, so I thought you might know what they were?”

Scully reached out and took the bundle from him, slid the rubber band off and examined the envelopes.

“No idea, Will. I’ll look through them okay? Tell you what I find tonight.”

He smiled down at her, and then leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead and squeezing her hand lightly. “Just be careful in case they’re coated in alien DNA.”

She laughed, and watched him leave the room, before turning back to the stack of papers in her lap.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any more fluffy blueski headcanons?

boy DO I

  • Neither of them are super amazing in the kitchen but honestly Riley can’t cook for shit lmao so Will does most of the cooking when they’re together. But they still like doing it together so he gives her the easy jobs like washing the vegetables or heating the water for the pasta, etc.
  • Riley still has stretch marks from when she was pregnant and honestly? They both love them? They remind them both of Magnus and Luna and Will loves the reminder of how fucking strong this woman is, how resilient and determined and full of love she is, and he kisses them all the time <3
  • Will absolutely loves Iceland, and they visit about twice a year to see Riley’s dad and her old friends from home. Will knows winter, but when they visit he’s like “ok, three pairs of socks, boots, thermal underwear, four long-sleeves, huge fluffy scarf, two coats, mittens, LET’S DO THIS”, meanwhile Riley’s in like a miniskirt and tank top like “……i love you but honestly wtf it’s july”
  • They buy an old rickety piano that’s always slightly off-key no matter how much they try to tune it, and Riley teaches him a few basic songs here and there on lazy weekends when they’ve got nothing on. His fingers are really clumsy at first but he starts getting the hang of it after a while and he starts to practice behind her back, and then on their birthday he surprises her by playing a very slow and stuttered version of the song her dad played for her since she was a kid. Tear-filled, desperate kisses ensue.
  • They love going to bars in Chicago and listening to the live music as they have a drink. Occasionally they switch it up and go to a club instead and the cluster joins in for a night out (or day, or midafternoon, or early morning… time zones are hard) 

Because Vic really upset me tonight, she isn’t that thoughtless towards the boys!

“Oi, I want a word with you!” Aaron shouted, having seen Vic going down the street, jogging to catch up with her.

“Aaron,” she said, seeming with relief. “Good, have you talked some sense into him yet?”

“Who, Robert?” he asked.

“Yes!” Vic snapped. “This is his baby! He has to have some involvement!”

“Okay, that right there is what I need to talk to you about,” Aaron snapped. “This baby is a reminder that my husband fucked a cheap blonde because he couldn’t wait.” A bit more complicated than that, but Aaron was angry, and Vic looked down at the floor. “This baby will always be a reminder that my husband slept with her, a woman I always thought he’d go to when he could. Neither of us need you pushing Robert to have something to do with this kid, no matter how baby mad you are.”

“Aaron!” she said in surprise. “I’m not… I just… think he’ll regret it, that‘s all.”

“This just got out,” Aaron said. “Give him more than twenty four hours to wrap his mind around it. Give me more time than to be magically okay with this baby. My husband cheated, Vic. It’s going to take time for me to be okay with it. You couldn’t even cope with Adam kissing someone else, and I’m going to have a physical reminder that my husband had sex with her?” Aaron’s voice was breaking at the end, and he swallowed to try and rein it in a little bit. Getting emotional wasn’t helping. “Just be a bit more considerate, because this is more complicated than “oh, there’s a baby in the family.” Okay?”

“Okay,” Vic said, looking slightly mollified. “How’s he doing?”

“That’s what you should have been asking this morning,” Aaron said coldly, before turning away from her.

Trans Lance Fic Part 3

Keith grumbles the whole way to the training deck. It’s close to lunch time and he was told to go get Lance since the brunette had been training since early this morning when Allura yelled at him during a team training for not being good enough in hand to hand combat. This morning Lance had looked a bit out of it and wore the same expression Lacey used to when she was hiding her feelings. That pissed Keith off, it’s not fair! How could someone be so similar to her!

Keith shakes his head and runs his hand through his black hair. It’s not fair… it’s not fair to Lacey that she never got to live a full and healthy life and it’s not fair to Keith. He has to live with the daily reminder of the friend he couldn’t save. Seeing Lance every day is like someone rubbing salt into his wounds. He doesn’t hate Lance, not really. He just hates that Lacey isn’t here with him. He misses her so much. He had never cared for anyone the way he cared for her.

Keith walks into the training deck to find Lance fighting one of the bots while dripping sweat and breathing raggedly as if his lungs aren’t able to pull in the necessary amount of oxygen. Keith’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, Lance is obviously having a problem breathing so why doesn’t he stop. It reminds him of when Lacey would be in the middle of an anxiety attack but insist that she was fine up until the point that she passed out.

Keith’s mind is lost in the memory of the times he had to help his friends when he yells, “Lacey!” across the training room at Lance. The Cuban immediately stops mid punch and his head snaps over to look at Keith. His expression is pained and fearful and it is only seconds later when he bursts into tears and runs out of the room.

Keith stares after him in shock for a few moments then takes off running after him. He barely managed to catch the door to Lance’s room as it attempts to slide closed in front of him. Lance sprints into his bathroom and slams the door in Keith’s face. The lanky teen crumples to his knees as his sobs turn into hyperventilation. Keith pounds on the door. “Lance let me in! What is wrong?” Keith shouts.

“I-I knew you h-hated me but that w-was so rude Keith…. w-why would you c-call me that?” Lance stutters between sobs and jagged breaths. “Lance I don’t hate you and I didn’t mean to call you that. Why does it bother you so much anyway?” Keith asks as he throws himself against the door in attempt to break it down.

The door finally gives way and opens before Lance can answer. What Lance says next stops Keith dead in his tracks. “Y-you really don’t know? Y-you can’t t-tell it’s me? ” Lance asks brokenly, his breaths are still interrupted by sobs. “What do you mean Lance? I have no idea what you are talking about… I really don’t know why you are upset. I didn’t mean to call you that, you just look so much like a friend I had back in high school. She was really depressed and I never heard from her after we graduated…” Keith explains quietly. He feels numb, like all the heat in his body has been sucked away as he watches Lance look up at him from his spot on the floor. “I’m Lacey, or I was. I was never happy when I was ‘her’. I felt trapped… you gotta believe me Keith, I’m a boy. I always have been. Please don’t hate me for this Keith… I understand if the friendship we once had is ruined.” Lance managed to keep his voice steady during the confession but is once again sobbing by the end.

Keith swoops down and pulls Lance into a tight hug and rubs his back gently too soothe him. “Don’t be an idiot Lance, our friendship is not ruined. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you. I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you, I just missed you and I didn’t realize you were you…” Keith rambles and happy tears start to roll down his cheeks knowing he’s found his best friend.

Lance buries his face in Keith’s neck and cries but they are no longer pained tears, they are tears of happiness from being accepted. The two boys hold onto each other tightly and cry in relief. They couldn’t care less that they missed dinner because all that matters is that they’ve found each other once again.

(Please let me know if you find any spelling or grammar errors so I can correct them! I’m not sure if I’m going to write a part 4 or not… trans Lance Masterlist: https://pan-space-ranger.tumblr.com/post/160633723018/trans-lance-master-list )

anonymous asked:

So i was rewatching Gutta boys & i'm really thinking that was when Yousef realized he can't get over her. It's almost like he was numbing out his feelings since the Syng event & then when he sees her again, BAM, his heart sinks & he's reminded of how much he's in love with her. So he CANNOT look away from her. At first I read the look as guilt & i'm sure some of it is, but I also think he's thinking she doesn't love him back & never will. He's heartbroken that she'll never be his.

definitely !!! i think it was a combination of guilt and the fact that he isnt able to get over her

ALSO i just rewatched the clip and i came across something interesting, when papa bakkoush said, “everything is ok now? you’re all together now.” elias responded with “yeah as always” and he looked over at her. idk i feel like this is important in some way

Hi yes Keith had two pet chickens back at his shack yea it’s canon sry I don’t make the rules :///

Steggy Positivity Week Day 03-Firsts

The first time Peggy meets Steve’s parents…in a manner of speaking

“What are we doing here?” Peggy asked, scanning the nondescript building they were parked in front of for clues.

It’s time you met my parents,“ Steve said cryptically, exiting the vehicle. As he came around to her side and opened the door, she opened her mouth to remind him that his parents were dead, but decided against it. Better to just wait and see how this played out.  

Stepping out of the car, she followed Steve into the building and then into a rickety elevator that creaked and groaned as it moved upwards. Peggy watched the floor numbers change, not entirely sure if she trusted the elevator not to drop them to their deaths. They eventually came to a stop on the fifth floor, the doors sliding open with a quiet ding. Approaching the first door in sight, Steve knocked on it politely. The door was answered by a woman who, for all intents and purposes, looked the way Peggy imagined Rebecca Barnes would look in twenty years. Her face lit up when she saw them. 

“Steve!” she cried, wrapping him in what looked to be a rib-crushing hug. “I was just thinking about you! Oh, and you brought Peggy too! How wonderful! Come in, come in!” She leaned back into her doorway and shouted “George, Steve is here!” before turning back to them and beckoning them inside. As she was closing the door behind them, a man in his late forties or early fifties, his dark brown hair streaked with grey, appeared from another part of the apartment. Spotting Steve, he rushed over and enveloped him in a strong embrace, his face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Peggy,” Steve said when the older man finally released him. “I’d like you to meet George and Winifred Barnes. After my mom died…they took me in, gave me a home. They’re the only family I have left.” 

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Peggy dear,” Winifred put in, George nodding his agreement from his place at Steve’s side. “We’ve heard so much about you.” Peggy tossed a pointed glance in Steve’s direction.

“I…may have mentioned you in my letters home a few times,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Or more,” Winifred interjected, making them all laugh.

anonymous asked:

It's your story at all, but I really don't like how you're writing their relationship at all. All of your straight couples had nice/sweet relationships, but you have to make your lesbian one super toxic and awful? I guess you're just going for realism here since not all relationships are happily ever after, but it's still disappointing to me as a lesbian reading this.

shall I remind you that Svetlana and Saika didn’t have a cute, nice and& fluffy start? Saika was MARRIED (his marriage was unhappy as well- I’ll let myself bring that up) when he slept with Svetlana, then he made her think he didn’t care about her and that she was just a one night stand for him. which means, HE HURT HER. does that individual case make ALL straight relationships toxic as well?
and that’s not it yet- if you take a look at my much older legacies you will see that all of them didn’t always had it easy, there was always something that stood between their relationship and tried to destroy it (and all of them were hetero relationships!!1!1)
Katja & Stacie are my second couple that experienced violence. Nick &Aubrie which I played two years ago were the first ones and they were straight.
oh, and Katja & Stacie’s relationship had a very good and proper beginning- kisses, dates, hugs, pleasant sex and generally having fun together. it started to get worse at their thirties.
I am sorry that you felt the way you did, but I can assure you that even if Stacie & Katja were both males or just one of them was male, I would follow the exact same scenario because even if I love to see other people’s calm & unproblematic stories, I like to spice mine up a bit.

that turned out WAY too long than I wanted it to be, but I just wanted to make everything clear. I didn’t even think for a moment of making things complicated for Stacie and Katja simply because they were gay and I’m sorry if it came off that way. (look it rhymed!)

Even though Greg doesn’t like the Shadow Toa Mata clones, I like the idea of the evil doppelgängers following around the Toa Nuva wherever they go.

When Tahu activates the Mask of Time to stop the Bohrok-Kal, his shadow clone is there, tempting him to tap into his anger, to destroy them, to destroy all of time. When Gali destroys Karzahni with her Nova Blast, her shadow clone is there, telling her that she possesses this power all the time. She is capable of destroying her enemies like that all the time, about the lives she could take. When Onua blasts Bitil’s temporal army with mud, his shadow clone is there, telling him that he could easily bury Bitil deep beneath the earth, killing him.

The Toa don’t like to talk about it, but when they do, they decide to use it as a reminder, to always keep their powers in check, lest they give into dark temptations and disobey the toa code.

10

Cedric greatly ponders the opposing ideas between his inner heart and mind; and expresses them into a solemn ballad. Many thoughts of his past and present emotional experiences are conjured up transiently around him. The happier and gentle memories of Sofia interrupt his more sinister ones. He then seemingly slumps into his chair in defeat, as he thinks more of her.

Although Wormwood is absolutely persistent in making Cedric evil, and reminds him that even though Sofia is nice to him… the others never were. Harking back to how the others have only ridiculed Cedric. Which then spurns the sorcerer into an anxiety attack, where he realizes he truly must take over the kingdom… once and for all

‘Thwarted’ Chapter 61

Next chapter is up! Galactic Idiot has a long conversation with his mother who makes him see what he really might have done to Galactic Girlfriend. Galactic Middle Management is totally cool with Galactic Idiot’s plans and Galactic Girlfriend once again reminds our messed up man-child that she can think for herself.

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“So all of this, it’s just for Rey?”

He frowns. “No … no … I know that things need to change. I’m not sure how far I’m willing to go … but … I never would have seen without Rey. She … she heals me.” He can almost feel Rey’s small hands moving across him, her precious light infusing him.

“And you heal her, I think,” Leia says, her expression pensive.

That’s all he wants now, for Rey to be happy and whole. “Really? How could you know?” he asks hopefully.

“I saw the way she looked at you. How quick she was to hide in your embrace. She was never very comfortable with being touched when she was with us. But she sought comfort from you. I never saw her do that in the months she was with us. Not even with Finn,” she says.

His jaw tightens at the mention of Finn. He knows there’s only friendship between them, but he still doesn’t like that another man has any sort of claim to her.

“Now, don’t be like that. Finn cares about Rey very much, they went through a lot together.”

Kylo snorts. “Yes, I was there.”

Leia’s eyes glint with fire. “Perhaps a bit more humility is in order, you nearly crippled him.”

Deeply ingrained instincts make him wish he had, but now the thought shames him.

anonymous asked:

Tiny Leia finding a very exciting bug, and going tearing around the Senate building, eagerly looking for the RIGHT PERSON to grace with the first look at her catch, and she runs directly into Vader's knees, and decides that he's the one. And Vader is just sort of amused at this little girl who was awkwardly running around in her toddler way, and his HUD told him what the bug was anyway, so he goes ahead and shares that information with her.

Could definitely see Vader having a soft spot for little kids (aside from the ones he murdered shfksaosh). Reminds him of what he lost, so it would irritate him, but deep down he’d find her adorable as hell.

HEY INTERESTING I FOUND SOMEONE ELSE WHO’S WEARING SHORT SHORTS

AND HE’S IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

So I wonder if her shorts could be a whole commentary on the idea that her concept of masculinity and princliness is ultimately childish? That she is wearing a ‘boy’s uniform’ but it’s really more of a child’s uniform, that she hasn’t really thought through what it means to be a prince? 

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Reminder that I haven’t seen past this episode and please don’t spoil me

How I feel about Persona 5 main squad

MC/Akira: He stole my heart but damn if he ain’t a little shit sometimes, has a bomb af thief outfit omg it’s my fave for sure

Ryuji: Love me this boy and his outfit. Just let the boy live in peace jfc. Argh matey

Ann: Closet Dominatrix but I love her

Yusuke: @iced-faygo this is your aesthetic don’t try to deny it, everything down to art vs food is you

Makoto: Love her to death and her outfit is awesome

Haru: Wife also reminds me of @rubyflames1703 best girl

Futaba: she’s me if I were a video game character tbh

Morgana: does the same shit my cat does so yeah I like him/her

Tl;dr: I love this bright hot mess of a squad and game

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  • Master Strategist™ trusting in the witch that mindfucked him more than the people that helped him to save the word.
  • Wanda The Innocent Child™ not doing actually anything to apologize to the man that she forced to destroy a city.
  • Bruce being the only character with a fucking backbone against Wanda Maximoff in two movies (but that won’t last, will Markus and Mcfeely?).
  • Wanda trying to attack Tony, Bruce stopping her and almost giving her what she deserves (pity that he didn’t. Also Mark Ruffalo was kinda sexy in that scene).
  • Remind me again, why he didn’t choke her? Or why people say that she regretted what she did? Or why she is called a hero?
  • Bonus: Rogers being a hypocrite about trust… Ding!

anonymous asked:

Kallura prompt, if you're still taking them! Keith and Allura watch a sunset together and it reminds them of different things, but they're happy to share it together

i’ve had this forever but whatever lol sorry

The planet they were on had soft soil - too soft - and the ship’s legs had sunk into the malleable earth. Hunk and Pidge were busy devising a plan to lift the craft while the rest of them loitered, mostly.

But Keith never minded the dull moments.

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