#stacalynn

I was tagged by myownwoorld ,thanks!

Rule 1: Always post the rules Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them Rule 5: use #tag and pass as a tag

1.- what’s your favourite book? I think Tumblr has a post character limit :) There are too many! Here’s the last one I read and really liked: The Bamboo Stalk by Saud Alsanousi. 2.- who’s your favourite MCU character (movies and tv shows)? and why? Again, too many and it tends to change over time. At the moment, it’s between Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Natasha Romanoff and Edwin Jarvis. As for why, Jemma’s arc is so interesting. The loss of wide-eyed innocence and its replacement with cynicism and judgmental attitude was fascinating to watch. I really feel for her. Fitz , imo is a flawed character because I feel like he subscribes to the toxic masculinity mindset but what makes him great is in reality he is the furthest away from it. My favorite things about him are his compassion and vulnerability. Natasha Romanoff is the Black Widow, enough said :p (but really, she wants to wipe the red off her ledger and doesn’t lord her redemption over people). Edwin Jarvis is loyal and a very subversive character. 3.- what’s your best day ever? 11th February, 2011. This was the day that President Hosni Mubarak of Egypt resigned after being in power for thirty years due to the nationwide protests. It was the first step towards a new age. I remember being so happy and excited. Of course, it all went downhill after that and the Egyptian Revolution basically failed and this memory is bittersweet now. 4.- who’s your favourite singer? and your favourite song singed by them? I don’t have a favorite singer. I have a lot of favorite songs though. If the lyrics are good whatever the music genre is, it’s easy for a song to become one of my favorites. 5.- what’s your craziest dream? As in real life dream? I wanted to become a movie director which isn’t crazy at all but almost everybody I know disagreed with me. 6.- how old are you? 29 years old. 7.- how many times a day you go to tumblr? I never leave hhhhhhhhhhhh. 8.- what’s your favourite quote ever? Ummm, your questions are hard. Too many to mention. 9.- what’s your favourite food? Anything that’s sweet. 10.-what’s your favourite tv show? This list is too long, this is tumblr after all :) These are the ones I currently watch: Doctor Who/Community/Agent Carter/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D./Elementary/Supernatural/The Flash/The Good Wife 11.- If you could travel in time and meet somone (ANYONE), who would that be? This question was easier to answer when I was younger and less cynical and jaded. “Never meet your heroes” but then I know nobody is perfect so I would be kinda immune to disappointment I think. Actually, If I had the ability to time travel, I would never stop at just one. I’ll probably start with Hypatia Theon.

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He's expecting the normal pissing contest. The group of SSR agents, slapping backs and snapping towels, that's nothing new. He doesn't expect Jack to be in there alone, naked from the waist up, and covered in a sheen of sweat--or steam, had he showered?

Sousa stammers over what he had to tell him, his eyes travelling over the other man's toned chest. His words stick in his suddenly dry throat. What was he talking about, again? He can't even think, with Thompson looking like that.

"See something you like, Sousa?" Jack looks him over, like he wants to be snappy, and teasing. But his tone is husky, serious. And when Sousa meets his eyes, something changes and they both know it's going to happen again. 

Before either one of them thought too much about it, they're kissing. It's not sloppy, or drunk like last time. But it's rushed and heated. Jack's bare chest is heaving under Daniel's hands, his grasping fingers. 

It's over fast, both of the breathing heavily. Sousa opens his mouth to ask, because now he has the chance. Jack's not just running.

The first time Thompson comes to him, Sousa is half asleep in his apartment and wakes up to the sound of someone at his door. It almost doesn’t surprise him that it’s Jack, half stumbling drunk, mumbling about one thing or another. Daniel let’s him in rolling his eyes, too tired to take in whatever is falling from his colleague’s lips. And then there’s hands, mouth, everything on him, pressing him up against the wall at an almost uncomfortable angle.

“Damn, Jack, what are you doing?” he huffed against Thompson’s mouth. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t wanted this to happen, or that he wanted this to stop. But it’s Thompson, and Sousa can’t help but bite back just a little bit.“You taste like the wrong end of a whiskey bottle.”

“Shut up, Sousa.” Thompson’s voice slurred, but his movements are deft, and Daniel knows Thompson's aware of what he's doing. God, what was he doing?

It ends as quickly as it started, both of them panting against the wall, swollen mouths slick with spit, faces flushed as they push themselves back into their trousers. Sousa had to lean heavily on his crutch, his legs feeling like noodles after everything.

no, no. i feel the same way! even though i would probably bawl my eyes out...again. >.>