#spokencontrol

Tell me this doesn’t sound wrong.

              ❛ olivia pope isn't here.❜ he reaches forward. tugs his laptop closer to himself. goes back to encrypting the chain of emails to blackrock multinational investment management with overwrite viruses and assuming the position of o.p.a’s watch dog while the rest of the team is out finding their own dirt. he’s busy. ❛ and i can't help you, so ..     so you'll need to come back later. ❜

             ❛   you better GET OUT OF HERE before                   i lose my composure and punch you in the                   teeth.   ❜

BUT if we’re sticking to the marvel universe… hmm. hard to say. i mean bucky and hunter are my favourites, but i’d probably get frustrated with hunter if i had to be his wife xD and bucky is too damaged to be anyone’s husband rn. shit, idk. lincoln? probably lincoln. he’s a good guy. not too awkward like me, so we’d actually be able to have a proper conversation, and idk man, i feel like he’d give good cuddles. plus he’s got the whole electric thing going on, so i’d never have to worry about power cuts. c: c: c: and i’d even get some kind of access to shield now that he’s a sort of maybe agent(??? please???) so he’d come home with the best ‘how was your day’ stories. xD

          ‘ my mom always told me there was a special place in hell for murderers, rapists, and child molesters. if it weren’t for that fact alone i would’ve already beat the shit out of you. ‘  there was no doubt kilgrave would burn in hell for everything he had done. luke could kill him right then and there if he wanted to, but that would make him no better than the purple wearing bastard in front of him. he knew if he punched kilgrave once he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. ‘ you’re gonna pay for everything that you did one day--- you’re gonna burn. ‘

☭███ :  There was a blank look on her face as she turned  her head at the man. “I am sorry.” She didn’t want to  apologise, but she did. It was an odd feeling. It was like he  forced her to say sorry. She had no control. “Forgive my rudeness.”

❛  trust ME              ❜  her hand closes around those outstretched fingers.  a clutch of her fists,  brutal,  crunches down with enough force to threaten.  she reaches out with the other, thumb hooking under the juncture of his pulse.  jessica lifts him with ease  (  &  there’s never been anything so satisfying as having him at her  mercy  )  &  keeps carrying until he’s off his toes.  ❛  i KNOW it’s better.  ❜

                     ❝ DEPENDS – I GENERALLY  wait to judge those sorts of things until after the fact. I’m not ruling anything out, though. ❞