#tirelesslove

casual hellcat insta 1/?

a surprise video taken by the amazing spider-man.

a photo taken of an anonymously breathtaking brunette.

a warm home somewhere in queens.

gotta love those new york city penthouses-- a nice place for a cat to lounge.

a sketch drawn of central park in the company of a brave civilian.

"so, does this whole in hiding schtick mean you can’t go grab a burger, or what?” it should be so obvious, but jessica didn’t fancy sitting in some stranger’s hideaway all night. “you gotta be bored of this place already.”

“Ms. Page?” Felicia jogged the last few steps, not slowed down in the slightest as by the high heels she was wearing. “I’m Felicia Hardy,” the client. Or rather the person at least paying the bills for her father Walter Hardy as Nelson, Murdock and Page attempted to get the sick former-thief out of jail on compassionate release. “I had a free afternoon, Mr. Murdock said you were going through the city records to see if you could find my father’s arrest charges.” from a whopping thirteen years ago, “I thought I could come help,” she said. “Four eyes are better than two, right?”

“there’re plenty of rooms, there’s a gym… you can live here, or come and go. but this is your home now. if you want it,” whether that provides her with some semblance of support or stability, bucky has no idea -- he can only hope.

the woman beside of her is, to put it lightly, gorgeous. she has flawless hair, nice makeup, and she’s well dressed. she looks out of place in ada’s usual brooklyn bar, and she attracts more than just ada’s gaze. to her credit, ada isn’t just making eyes -- she can sense there’s a bruise hiding under her concealer.

ada debates saying something. but she’s had a few drinks.

@tirelesslove  - can’t find the meme! 

your jaw steels. your hand twitches. your fingers jump. if any moment has ever reared its head where you just wanted to swing, it is this very moment right now, right here. it’s tight in your throat, your chest. swing. you imagine it. you’re red behind the eyes when your pupils swim into the irises, enlarge from the thin slits into a massive pool of black. your hands twitch again and your shoulders move with the bulk of it, oxygen in, oxygen out. don’t you dare don’t you dare don’t you DARE bring her into this! anger’s in your gut, and it burns. you have to struggle to keep your hearing up and running, focus in hard. color practically changes in your sight.

jess. your heart does a flip, then a flop, a backwards, upside down somersault. jess. and now you can protect her, can’t you? you can protect her, you can protect karen, you can protect so many people now. you’re more, now, but all you can think is--

“don’t you dare bring her into this. don’t you dare try to use her against me to cover up your recklessness. that is not something i’ll tolerate. she doesn’t need me to protect her, but more than that, don’t use my feelings so you have an excuse to go on a suicide mission!”

the end of that heightens. you hear it. it’s like a plane dipping down and then zipping up in a sharp line.

your hands are shaking at your sides. your throat’s closing. it’s tighter and tighter and tighter with each passing motion. your jaw’s stuck even harder, trembling, shaking, and exhausted by the sheer clench. you’re shaking and you know it, and your eyes burn. she’s not the only cryer here.

“i am always going to have to make sure you’re safe, too. if for one and a half seconds you could stop being selfish and tenaciously shredding through everything to insist on the heart of something, you’d realize that the shit you pull affects other people. affects the people who love you. you’re not being safe. you’re going in guns blazing and fucked be anyone else’s strategy or thought if it doesn’t adhere to your desired adrenaline rush. i know what that feels like. i have been there. and i have learned that it doesn’t help anybody.”

to think. you saying you’ve learned. what a concept.

          he pushed the limit with a lot of things;  immortality,  his shifting,  his strength.  these things would be useless if he didn’t use them for something  --  but karen never seemed to want to involve him.  to let him help her;  even if she didn’t want to be protected,  he could still stand next to her.