i will never become who i was.

(✉ → madripoor chicken): I’ve seen it more than once. (✉ → madripoor chicken): Would’ve seen it more, too, but I decided to bask in the moment instead. You’re shaming me for being appreciative. (✉ → madripoor chicken): Could’ve fooled me.

(✉ → miggy): If I tell you, will you get that little pout on? (✉ → miggy): I’ll say it was no more than three and leave it at that! (✉ → miggy): Damn, I really thought that would do it. (✉ → miggy): It’s absolutely not spy shit! Sometimes a girl just needs secrets, damn. (✉ → miggy): What kind of mission would I need a mankini for? Use that big brain of yours, Mig. [...] (✉ → miggy): Boo, you whore. (✉ → miggy): That’s from Mean Girls, by the way. Because I’m cultured. (✉ → miggy): I don’t know anything about your sex life. Though the frequent nudity gives me some 

(✉ → daisy dukes): his dcik? nah ive heard its giong well eevn as an old mna (✉ → daisy dukes): grsos. i prefre captains (✉ → daisy dukes): i dnot’ KNOW she won’t tell me. she gtes this look on her fcae and it’s even MORE gross (✉ → daisy dukes): give it tot me. i wnat to read (✉ → daisy dukes): in a nto gay way. curiosity only (✉ → daisy dukes): i knwo her v well. she redas bedtime stories (✉ → daisy dukes): about spACE (✉ → daisy dukes): die, daisy. dien for th ecause (✉ → daisy dukes): see. (✉ → daisy dukes): yuor van beats otu my place too then (✉ → daisy dukes): so now yuor’e inviting me to mkae a blanket fort? (✉ → daisy dukes): non (✉ → daisy dukes): that’s no in mnay langues bc i’m the best

(✉ → captain oshIT): That is the single most disapproving text message I’ve ever read in my life, and that’s coming from /me/. (✉ → captain oshIT): It’s almost impressive. (✉ → captain oshIT): Is that the reputation you’re going with? (✉ → captain oshIT): Better ‘good agent’ than ‘Hawkeye’s ex,’ I guess. (✉ → captain oshIT): I think, hypothetically, people are getting a little testy. I’ve heard there will be movements very soon that might open up a gulf for change. (✉ → captain oshIT): It happened, it was cool, no need to be humble about it. (✉ → captain oshIT): You know, starting out in SHIELD would’ve been a lot easier if I had people react like that. (✉ → captain oshIT): I’m not disinterested. (✉ → captain oshIT): Hypothetically. Because I’m cool, too. (✉ → captain oshIT): You’re reacting a lot better than he did. I mentioned you, he choked on his drink. (✉ → captain oshIT): UNSENT Probably not the only thing he wants to choke on, but ... okay, not for the forties. (✉ → captain oshIT): You’re very loyal, you know that? (✉ → captain oshIT): It’s creeping me out.

(✉ → hot, wants to kill me): I have friends. I have lots of friends. I have a super hot space messiah roommate. I have a friend that creates earthquakes. Tony Stark hit on me at a party, once. I know a dude with a bow. (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): It usually happens right before I get shot. Or shoot someone else. Hoping for the latter. [...] (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): You’ll have plausible deniability. They can’t tell you that you /aren’t/ crazy, from personal experience. (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): I hate magic. (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): It gives me the heebie jeebies.  (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): My first supervillain was a sexy witch from Arthurian times. Not eager to go back. (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): But I do have a friend who could prove useful. (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): See? I have friends! [...] (✉ → hot, wants to kill me): You just need to admit you’re hot for me, Slade. This could all go smoother.

(✉ → kirk to my spock): Then stop texting me from the other room and tell me a bedtime story, goddamn. (✉ → kirk to my spock): You would use the mutation for evil. You’re already cycling between hairstyles faster than I can keep track. (✉ → kirk to my spock): Hey, don’t psychoanalyse the Moth Man! It’ll just damage my faith in humanity beyond repair. (✉ → kirk to my spock): No, /you/ said Space Messiah. I remember it after the fifth tequila. (✉ → kirk to my spock): You bluff to me. It’s because I’m special. (✉ → kirk to my spock): Nope! That’s me acting. Emoting is a separate thing altogether.

(✉ → deo director): If I’m ever more than vaguely, you will know I’ve been replaced by shapeshifting aliens. (✉ → deo director): I’ve got ears in every wall, Danvers. (✉ → deo director): I’m believing it. I’m believing it so hard. You just need to confirm it so I can get a new badge.

(✉ → boberto): There was that book the one time. (✉ → boberto): Remember the book that tried to kill everyone? I noped out the second it arrived. (✉ → boberto): I knew that. I was just playing dumb. (✉ → boberto): Tell me your reasons. Please.

(✉ → cooler hawkeye): People are always bluffing about everything. There’s just sometimes an element of truth in there at the same time. (✉ → cooler hawkeye): Everything is also fake. (✉ → cooler hawkeye): I’m being very cryptic today. (✉ → cooler hawkeye): Woah okay hold on. (✉ → cooler hawkeye): If we’re blowing up a city, I need a better dress. Buy me a nice dress. [...] (✉ → cooler hawkeye): I didn’t give birth to you, why should I know the answer?

(✉ → constantinople): Your shit is usually cooler shit than my shit. (✉ → constantinople): My shit is Moth Man level shit. (✉ → constantinople): Well now you’re offering, because I’m asking. [...] (✉ → constantinople): Oh dear, have you been killed? (✉ → constantinople): I’m not scraping John pieces off the walls if you have. [...] (✉ → constantinople): The X-Men text from beyond the grave. That’s what Ric told me, and Ric knows everything. (✉ → constantinople): Never tell Ric I said that, by the way. (✉ → constantinople): See! You’re proving my point. [...] (✉ → constantinople): Ew, you’re in /Jersey/?

(✉ → ric’s beau): ... Okay, I can go with that. Moth Man is the world’s greatest Spider-Woman fan, you’re right. (✉ → ric’s beau): Shit. Spoiler alert ig: I’m Spider-Woman too. That’s on the lowdown. (✉ → ric’s beau): I don’t think they give out restraining orders to vigilantes. (✉ → ric’s beau): I’m not entirely sure it’s /meant/ to, but it is an ultimately unavoidable side effect. (✉ → ric’s beau): Is that what we’re doing? Getting to know each other? (✉ → ric’s beau): What’s bizarre is that you’re nice. Most people, in my experience, aren’t nice. (✉ → ric’s beau): We could find them and stab them together, if you wanted a day out? I could bring a picnic! (✉ → ric’s beau): I’ve got some dirt to smear across them too. He loves the dirt.