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HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lol
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150Â
i just need money soÂ
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This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
what if we all got paper lol
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150Â
i just need money soÂ

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She wears short skirts I wear t-shirts and weâre both getting sent home from school because its distracting to boys apparently
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As a heads up, I'm going on hiatus for a bit. I've not really got internet right now so I'll e ansering things selectively from mobile.
Sitting on her couch, Arlette eagerly awaited Bruce's arrivial for their weekend. It would be a fun affair with the two of them spending the entire weekend wrapped up in on another. She was eager to enjoy falling asleep with him at her side and waking up with him still there. It was a secret relationship for gime being and in the fledgling stage but she was hooked. Feeling alive with nervous enegry she went to check the lasanga in the oven and debate her wine choice one more time for dinner. She wanted everything to be perfect.
"Barnes, your ass needs to get the fuck up," Nicky yelled through his bedroom door in his apartment. "We gotta go be heroes and shit. Tell Raggady Ann she come along too."
Bucky grumbled into his pillows.  Marshmallow soft, but it was wonderful.  He kissed Natashaâs lips to wake her up.  âAlright,â he yelled back to Nicky.  âBe there in ten.  You used the window to get in didnât ya?âÂ
"Yes, he is rather thick skulled," she heartily agreed, "But I donât know if that would protect the rest of his skeleton. I donât think even heâs that hardheaded."
Watching the villain scramble from confusion when the grenade went off had Nicky smiling. Making use of Bucky as the distraction she overshot him and instead went for a U-turn with plans to drop behind him. âTake over,â she instructed Natasha before bailing off the bike. God she loved those vibranium soles in the boots.Â
Bucky whined playfully. Â âNick! Â Ruining my idiot sidekick image!â
"You donât?" Â Natasha nodded in approval. Â "He really isnât. Â Itâs his version of charming." Â Taking over on the bike, she tsked at the younger Widow bailing off the bike. Â Just like the Soldier and herself. Â "Oh youâll fit right in," she laughed, sniping the villainâs hands.
Flipping off the bike, he pulled out his hunting knife.
"I guess it's sort of charming." When Nicky thought of stubborness as charming she pictured a different person. After decades spent with him she supposed the brunt of his charm had worn off for her. Less of something to impress her but more of a wa comfort. The sky was blue, the grass green, and Bucky stubborn and sometimes a charmer. "I'm mostly immune now. Think it had to do with too many flap jack trips at four A.M.."
Landing with ease and in silence Nicky rushed the disoriented man from behind. Bucky tossed the granade, Natasha took out his hands, and now she would take him down. It was teamwork. Or, what she supposed teamwork was supposed to look like. The job was something she easily could have finished on her own but she wanted back-up in case it went hairy. Exeacuting a C-Ranked annoyance was frowned up now because good guys only kill when they have to. Being annoying was not a good enogh excuse.
Attacking from the back proved awkward when trying to decide where hit between the large pack he wore and a helmet. The backs of his knees were unprotected so at the last minute she ducked and plowed into him full force. Hitting the ground and rolling, Nicky became aware of the low whine from his equipment. Scrambling to her feet she tried to run away as the backpack exploded and sent glue as far as the eye could see. Hitting the ground she covered her face and mentally swore.

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From Anne Applebaumâs Iron Curtainâ The Crushing of Eastern Europe: 1944-1956
"The Polish communist party was torn in half between those who rejoiced at the Soviet invasion of eastern Polandâ a change that created jobs and opportunities for so many of themâ and those horrified by the fact that their country had ceased to exist. Â Across the rest of Europe many communists were deeply confused by the new language they were supposed to adopt in response to these events."
The Winter Soldier entered his partnerâs room at 05:32 hours without knocking. Â âGet dressed. Â We leave for Poland in 2 hours.â
"Of course," she agreed before with a curt nod. Her cover settled in better and she warned darkly, "Behave. Weâre in front of important people." The coverâs disdain at being paired with such a slacker settled in. "Try not to be an ass."
"Taking all the fun out of it. Â As usual. Â Maâam." Â The cover was very immature and brattishâ the Soldier despaired from his corner of the mind. Â As the helicopter touched down, he opened the door and slid out, saluting for his lieutenant. Â Crisp and clean attention form.Â
"The fun is in the mission. It would be in your best interest to learn that." Dominika was one to argue but the distaste her cover felt toward the slacker was palpable. From the tiny part of her mind that remembered being herself she wondered if it was not part of her own disgust. She had a personal distaste for those who ignored their real potential only to avoid hardwork. Stepping out of the plane she returned his salute. "At least, you understand respecting your superiors." Maybe she could fix his ways enough to make a good soldier out of him.
"Ukrainian or Russian?" Arlette asked while flipping through the take out menus in her kitchen."Or, would you prefer pizza?" Padding back into the kitchen with a small stack of menus she sat down on the couch next to Ororo completely engrossed in flipping from page to page. "Thereâs also Indian."
In the fall Arlette would start classes at Empire State but for the summer she had her new aparent in little Ukraine and time. Or, she liked to pretend she had time. Between on going ballet classes and various acrobatics classes (both for fun) and training her mutations she actually had very little time truly free time. Just getting to hang out with her mentor like they were friends had turned into a real treat. She was so lonely but would never admit it.
"I would offer to cook but Iâve not been shopping recently amd I suck at it any way." Leaning againist the back the plush couch she tried to ignore her feet not reach the floor. In her mind she always envisioned being taller than four feet, ten and a half inches but that was not the case. It did not stop her from claiming to be five feet tall but she tried at any rate. "And Whole Foods is closed right now."
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Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Clint are discussing conspiracy theories and end up talking about the JFK assassination. Steve is adamant that it wasnât an inside/CIA job. Natashaâs pretty sure the KGB had nothing to do with it. Clint is microanalyzing all the details like shot...
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I've had really spotty internet at best for the last few weeks so I've been really slow on the replies. In fact, I've only done things I could get to from mobile which has been barely any. So, I'll admit that I've lost most of the replies that I owe. If you want to keep our threads going send me a link to our replies. I can remember a few that I owe but beyond that I am lost.Â
I should start to have reliable internet a few times a week between dog sitting for my friend and visiting a cafe with my laptop from time to time. If honest, I spend a lot of time at the cafe but I won't take my laptop. For the first time in a long time I'm getting a lot of writing done on a novel and if I bring my laptop I'll stop. I get distracted by tumblr or the general internet. There's not a lot I can do on my phone do beyond play music and quickly look up small facts. I need to get a full novel written and hopefully published.Â
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From Anne Applebaumâs Iron Curtainâ The Crushing of Eastern Europe: 1944-1956
"The Polish communist party was torn in half between those who rejoiced at the Soviet invasion of eastern Polandâ a change that created jobs and opportunities for so many of themâ and those horrified by the fact that their country had ceased to exist. Â Across the rest of Europe many communists were deeply confused by the new language they were supposed to adopt in response to these events."
The Winter Soldier entered his partnerâs room at 05:32 hours without knocking. Â âGet dressed. Â We leave for Poland in 2 hours.â
The âcheekinessâ of his cover settled in.  They were almost there.  The Soldier smiled over at the Widow, âReady to go?â  Impulsively, he winked, adding âMaâam?âÂ
"Of course," she agreed before with a curt nod. Her cover settled in better and she warned darkly, "Behave. We're in front of important people." The cover's disdain at being paired with such a slacker settled in. "Try not to be an ass."
"Barnes, your ass needs to get the fuck up," Nicky yelled through his bedroom door in his apartment. "We gotta go be heroes and shit. Tell Raggady Ann she come along too."
Bucky grumbled into his pillows.  Marshmallow soft, but it was wonderful.  He kissed Natashaâs lips to wake her up.  âAlright,â he yelled back to Nicky.  âBe there in ten.  You used the window to get in didnât ya?âÂ
"What bones?"
"What James means," Natasha mutteredâ stage whisperedâ into Nickyâs ear, "Is that he is so thick-skulled, the rest of his skeleton wouldnât take damage."
Angling his bike directly at..What was this cheeseballâs name? Â C-Rate Villainâs head, Bucky threw a grenade.
"Yes, he is rather thick skulled," she heartily agreed, "But I don't know if that would protect the rest of his skeleton. I don't think even he's that hardheaded."
Watching the villain scramble from confusion when the grenade went off had Nicky smiling. Making use of Bucky as the distraction she overshot him and instead went for a U-turn with plans to drop behind him. "Take over," she instructed Natasha before bailing off the bike. God she loved those vibranium soles in the boots.Â