resoluteheart asked: "...I heard what happened to your brother. I'm sorry." James looked over at the blond, quietly offering his support. He'd read about it while catching up with history beyond what HYDRA had deemed necessary for him to learn, asking Romanov about it in more detail, figuring that she wouldn't sugar-coat things. Finding other people that had been controlled like him was both horrifying and...somewhat nice. Though it felt like he was horrible for thinking that way.

[ ϟ ]—– She had arrived like she usually did the past year or so; swiftly and silently, speaking with the same care as she always did, advising and then moving onward once more.

A ghost of the past, as many had become, but instead of provoking grief there was always something soothing about her presence, even her sharp wit and dripping sarcasm a thing that was welcomed. As was her advice.

You should meet, she had said, I think it can be useful. And leaving the god behind once more she had assured him, with a tap to his chest and almost playful smirk, that Barnes would find the Asgardian when he was ready.

' Thank you,.. truly' and there is genuine gratitude in the god's voice, and inviting gesture towards the couch given to the man after a faint nod.

Ah, beans!

You aren't a bother my dear! I appreciate the heads up!! <3 Definitely a comfort to know, and I do hope tumblr gets it's shit together soon. x.x My pal Andy ( @amalgamatedmuses ) once suffered a random blog deletion and had to fight to get it back- so this site is a hellsite definitely in more ways than one.

1-800-how’s my portrayal? || ACCEPTING

"Stark, I'm not sure if you trust me, but do you think you ever could?" (Based on the meme you just reblogged)

@resoluteheart

“I dunno. sometimes I just… feel things when you’re around.” Annoyance. It's annoyance, Bucky. | @resoluteheart

OF ALL THE RESPONSES TO: 'What bee's crawled inta yer bonnet?', that has to be... the most confusing. Not least because the Laughing Magician has known the 'Winter Soldier' less than a week. So, really, the look John casts the old man's way (hot shit, a human being older than him!) being equally flattered and bewildered surely was earned.

He's ignoring the grumpy side-eye on purpose.

" Well, consider me chuffed~. S'not th'fastest I've wooed a man, but, y'know- I'll take it~. Mind- I think yer lady friend would 'ave me guts for garters... " Constantine has seen Natasha. Once. Coldest read he'd ever sussed, and so he's not keen to get her attention.

Emma was not a light sleeper, she wasn’t a morning person, or more like she wasn’t a pleasant person no matter what time she was woken up, like right now. She didn’t know how long her phone had been going off, but it was long enough for her to peak open one eye and see who was calling. Oh great the one person she didn’t plan on answering. She just went to put her head back down on the pillow when a thought crossed her mind...what if something was wrong with Henry. Groaning, she didn’t even lift her head again as she pressed the button and answered, “’Ullo-” only to be met with a panicked Regina’s voice at the other end.

Henry was missing. Again.

@resoluteheart || Enchanted Forest Step-sisters to Sister-in-laws

She’s the Lady Cora’s child in every way, from her hair to her poise and everyone is smitten with her ability to diplomatically answer the most hideous of questions, but the good traits and dutiful smiles only last so long before the nineteen year old is packing her things and tossing them into a trunk, her father’s mansion naught but a holiday destination now that her mother has found a lovely man to take care of them both. He has a daughter, Cora says, reminding her that being alone is really as bad as it seems and perhaps she should be grateful for the company, but she knows its not good to get attached when her betrothed shall carry her away into the heart of King George’s kingdom with no looking back, but she smiles and nods, always eager to please.

The ride bumpy and silent only lasted as long as it needed until she was out again, unloading her small bag she carried with her everywhere, its contents that of simple jewels passed down from her paternal side, but her father is a memory, this new father with a rather large smile and too kind eyes is now her paternal figure and the girl standing beside him is her sister, a year younger than her, she was told, but also betrothed to be wed the same time as her. “hello” Raveena greets, eyes holding no patience nor concern for the return of her greeting, but she is polite nonetheless “Raveena; its nice to meet you...” her hand stretches out, eyes narrow in question at the other girls name she hadn’t bother learn, but her marriage is only fixed for the next month and in thirty days she has to share a room with the girl who could turn out to be a nightmare.