@freedomshielded​ 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖛. 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑

     𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑'𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 . Hazelnut hues eyed the man next to her . Hands that shown the marks of hard work . Unrefined stance . Yet the clothes he wore weren’t shabby . It was , curious . And Evie could put a cat to shame . “ Hello , I’m Genevieve Grimhilde . . . Scientist .”  Technically she wasn’t lying . She was in fact a scientist , her lab just made contraband . with a sly smile she snuffed out her cigarette .

@freedomshielded: Came for the: probably writing? I don't remember. Stayed for the: haha like you'd get rid of me!!!  Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______. // accepting

jay you nerddd. we love you too :p I know you originally followed my Alec way before I made this blog, & I’m glad you’ve stuck around to give my other muses a chance.

freedomshielded a réagi à votre billet : GLASSES ! — So this weekend I learned that there...

My grade 10 math teacher gave everyone over 60 a sticker, but the higher your mark the better the sticker (scratch and sniff, holographic, raised, etc) and I have NEVER done so good in a math class. I was getting 80s, and the following year when I had no stickers? This bitch got a 50. STICKERS ARE AMAZING MOTIVATORS NO MATTER THE AGE

Sticker psychology is baffling, real, and important. 

( @freedomshielded​ ) « america’s asshole

               HE HAD BEEN an absolute pill since that morning, and, well... Barneses weren’t exactly known for being gleaming examples of patience. She turned, quick as a whip, and hit his jaw. She had perfect technique, even if he was made of cement; her whole arm buzzed numb, but she felt.... satisfied. 

“Stop acting new,” she said, shaking her hand out. “I’m not afraid to hit you till it hurts.”

@freedomshielded

“He’s just some boy from SCHOOL, daddy,” Gwen looked up, a quick glance towards Steve who had been standing by at the corner. She HOPED that he wouldn’t pipe up and tell her father who the boy was; and that Peter Parker wasn’t JUST SOME BOY to Gwen Stacy. He’d always been something MORE; even more so now that they’d finally gotten together officially. It was ONE SECRET over another and New York State Senator Stacy wasn’t exactly ready for the whole truth just yet. Not that Steve would know... would he? He was just always kind of THERE; ever since her daddy announced his bid for the presidency, it was like he was more protective over her than usual. “I just thought that it’d be okay to hang out with him after school this weekend, you know, with some other friends,” the latter part was LESS LIKELY, but she hoped her dad would let her go. He looked up from his papers instead turning towards Steve. He’d TRUSTED the man with his life; with her life and probably admired him too. “How about we see what Steve thinks--” Gwen took a breath, shaking her head. “I mean, SURELY, he has other plans for the weekend too, daddy--”

@freedomshielded​ said :  ' i'm not going to deny that I want to fuck you. '  

     God help her and her smart mouth. They were cleaning up after a work night at the gallery. Next-Door-Neighbor-Steve had become New-Co-op-Member-Steve and the weeks they’d spent getting to know one another had been filled with plenty of stolen glances and little flirtations. She’d brushed passed him, just close enough to touch lightly with a smart comment about how she knew he wanted her. His response has her  stopping on a dime, surprise pulling her brow up as she turned back to him. “Is that so?” A smirk pulled at her lips, her hands coming to rest on her hips, “So what are you gonna do about it?”

    ITS BEEN A LONG LONG TIME // @freedomshielded

        [ ✮ ]   ❝  YOU CAN TRY AND CONVINCE ME  all you want, pal.  i’m not going anywhere.  ❞    barnes stubbornly replies, that familiar up turn of a smirk flickering across his lips. knuckles lightly nudging steve’s shoulder in a playful jest.   ❝  dancing can wait. you’re more important than that, punk.  ❞

👿.     “     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  

@freedomshielded​

KISSES 14 - 14. an almost kiss

IF YOU had asked elio, in his life, who is the most famous person would he know in his life, he’d have probably answers a poet, or an author, or a musician. someone that made sense to be in his circle at university in new york. someone that he would one day play with or write with. he’d have never answered captain america. a man he’d met briefly in italy and had become somewhat enamored with broad shoulders golden hair blue eyes a shirt billowing and blue... that he’d meet him AGAIN in new york was unfathomable to elio. that he would be having lunch with him even more so. it felt somewhat ruined, though, when, in the middle of that lunch, some new fresh hell broke out in the square across the way, steve pulling elio into an alcove to keep them momentarily protected from whatever projectiles were being slung about. eyes wide and breath fast he’d looked up and----- OH... oh... the fast breaths suddenly caught in elio’s throat, and his lips parted though he had no idea what to say. it seemed steve was just as frozen in the moment as he was. no, he definitely was, the space between them narrowing further and he swears he can feel steve’s breath mingling with his.

until concrete CRASHES above their heads and elio has to duck away to save himself from being blinded by the debris. but his heart is still beating fast and, for now, he’ll appreciate the feel of steve pressed close to him before he has to go save the world no doubt. 

@freedomshielded​ said  *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ  :   " you found yourself in this situation and called ME? "    *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ  is this from an ask meme ??? i couldn’t find any-

    tony , for the record , kinda felt like an idiot .    can’t really blame him for trying ,  though .     fingers rubbed at his temple in irritation before his arm fell .     in a habitual position ,  his arms crossed over his chest  :  defensive .      then ,  a roll of the eyes .

      ❛       look — you’re a last resort . .     and i need a last resort .    you helping or not ?      ❜

"You're glowing!"

PREGNANCY STARTERS | accepting

“I can’t say I FEEL like I am glowing. I can’t sleep all night, can’t have coffee, everything hurts and I look like a whale…but thank you. Glad I apparently look better than i feel.”

                @freedomshielded

💋

NEW YEARS KISSES | accepting. 

               IT WAS TWO minutes until midnight, but everyone had been drinking since the sun went down, and the kisses were already being messily pressed onto lips and cheeks, throwing the love around. In the party, someone on the other side of the room shouted change is coming!, and Clark grinned, taking a drink of his beer. 

It didn’t do anything to him, but it was fun to participate, sometimes. 

Everywhere, the air was humming, and all of the group gathered raised their glasses and their eyes to the close as they watched the countdown.

Someone began singing Auld Lang Syne, and they were remarkably on-key for how long the party had been going. In late December, the sun set so early in the afternoon, and the gathered heroes and loved ones had been celebrating since then. The Kryptonians and other otherwise-difficult-to-get-drunk heroes were the designated heroes in case anything happened, but it looked like the ring in the new year was going to be a quiet, buzzing affair.

When the growing voices got to the chorus, the clock struck midnight, and Clark felt a pair of lips find their way onto his cheek. He looked over and saw one of the few people who were around his height, and he grinned. Steve’s bright eyes glinted in the sparkling lights of the Christmas strands still draped around the room, though New Years gold had been added to make everything appropriate for their current festivities. Everyone around them was either pairing off for a soft moment at midnight, or trying to capture as many lips as they could before the minute was up. Somehow, Steve and Clark had ended up by the side of the room, quietly out of the way of the rogues collecting kisses, watching the festivities unfold. 

Clark grinned, putting down the ineffective beer as the champagne was passed around, grabbing two flutes off the tray. He passed one to Captain America, holding his up for a small toast.

“Happy New Year, Captain,” he said with a wide smile. “Wonder what this year will bring.” 

"I'm going to go disobey the government, call me when dinner's ready?"

               "YOU’RE JOKING, BUT you aren’t funny,” Becky replied, leaning over and slugging Steve in his shoulder. “Like I’m going to wait around and cook and clean while you go have all the fun? I’m in.” 

random asks // @freedomshielded​​​ said: “were you gonna tell me or did you just decide to let the press have the pleasure?”

TONY LEVELS HIS GAZE WITH THE OTHER man, shaking his head slightly.  ❝ In case you didn’t notice, we haven’t been talking recently. It’s really none of your business anyway, so don’t get your panties in a twist. ❞  He shrugs, picking up his mug again and going to the freezer, pulling out a bottle to make his coffee Irish. He has a feeling he’ll need it for whatever this conversation brings.

Reading you and girlquaked's thread is the highlight of my night !!

@girlquaked

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