#knowseverythingaboutyou

"How many more alien invasions are we gonna have to deal with before someone gets the bright idea to actually try to create space defenses?" Not that he's naive enough to think such a thing it's already being talked about.

thank you! i mean i'm actually now super late answering this but in my defense i will continue to be who i am as a person and it will happen again, but hey this is my reminder that i actually adore you a whole lot and you are, literally, a gem on my dash and always have been have a day.

                            "And I'm not very fond of online shopping. I want to touch the stuff I'm getting. Maybe it's an old person thing, but it does come in handy when you wanna buy things like wool for your knitting circle." Everyone makes fun of his age all the time –– Steve is now trying to make fun of it himself in hopes that it will get boring for everyone else. "I don't... have rules? I mean, make yourself at home, and if you need anything, just holler?" He looks bewildered. "I don't have to actually tell you to... not snoop through my underwear, right?"

erin shook her head at the other, hand still armed with a shoe ready to pounce on said insect should it make another reappearance. “and all that happened was you lost the thing!” she argued back, stepping onto the chair behind her if she wasn’t already much bigger in size. “next time, i’m just going to move out. it’s easier and far less traumatic than facing this thing myself.”

"How're they doing, Maria?" the woman called softly as she came to sit in a chair. It squeaked under her slight weight but Janet was too nervous to notice. The monitors didn't paint a favorable picture. @knowseverythingaboutyou gets a starter from janet!

“Aww you like me.” The witch teased in a sickeningly sweet voice. Her mind deliberately made the decision to erase “kind of” from her words entirely. A soft chuckle shook her chest, and she tapped the end of the cigarette she was smoking to discard the ash. “Before you know it we’ll be finishing each other’s sentences, braiding each other’s hair, and making each other’s felonies disappear.”

' Who do I have to bang to get my hands on tech like that ? ' he says forlornly, dejectedly picking up his own standard issue AK-47. Don't get him wrong, having weapons, even standard ones, was much better than sourcing, financing, and collecting his own as he had done for years before SHIELD. But god, the modifications on the ones in Romanoff's locker made his mouth water. One could not blame Maria for bristling over the absolutely sinful way he was staring at it.

      ‘ Did you expect me to take this quietly ? ’ He’s standing up, defensive all over, despite projecting his usual stance of confidence. A hand on his hip, the other fiddling with an ornament on the mantle they’d picked up at a flea market, a copper dragonfly riding a bicycle with a fruit basket attached to the front that Steve had fallen in love with once he saw it. ‘ I know things are difficult right now, but we’re going to get through it. We always do . . . don’t we ? ’