#readyforyours

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[kittenneedscumm6669]

#readyforyours #come play #submisivegirl

[mystery0man]

Listo!

#daddysgirl #im here #readyforyours

[whyisitsohardtofindanewusername]

Not sure who wrote this, but it’s deep:

”Every minute someone leaves this world behind. We are all in “the line” without knowing it. We never know how many people are before us.

We can not move to the back of the line.

We can not step out of the line.

We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.

Make priorities.

Make the time.

Make your gifts known.

Make a nobody feel like a somebody.

Make your voice heard.

Make the small things big.

Make someone smile.

Make the change.

Make love.

Make up.

Make peace.

Make sure to tell your people they are loved.

Make sure to have no regrets.

Make sure you are ready.”

#lifeline #deep talks #deep thinking #deep thoughts #deep quotes #ready #readyforyours #ready for it

[sxdere]

starter for @readyforyours

     once jason had commenced his new role of agent within SHIELD,  he knew that it would be beyond anything he’s ever experienced before.  and he was absolutely correct.  the organisation dealt with more than the run-of-the-mill baddies the FBI or police might encounter.  secret government plots and people with honest to god DOOMSDAY plans that would make any sane person’s heart give out from the sheer stress and pressure.  but it was thrilling and jason loved being in the thick of it.  once he had a taste for field missions,  especially espionage missions,  there was no holding him back.  he split his time evenly between field missions and his handler duties,  which he actually enjoyed because that meant he could put names to faces he’s seen.  

     jason had only been the handler for STRIKE for a good few weeks now,  running ops for several teams and getting to know everyone.  he never met most of them in person,  but that’s about to change.  a recent mission went sideways and the enemy base that jason told the team explicitly to leave it intact was blown up by them.  so,  jason tracks their ETA and fumes silently over the next three hours while he runs other assignments before leaving his station and blazing his way through to where STRIKE’s alpha team were stripping off their tactical gear.  he hears them before he could see them.  laughing and joking as he rounds the corner and stands by the open door.  his eyes scan the room and spots commander brock rumlow speaking to his second in command.  he clears his throat,  catching the attention of everyone. 

           ❛  commander rumlow.  we need to talk.  ❜

     he’s furious at what happened,  fuelled only by one of the agents calling him a tight-ass and ignoring his spluttering.  he walks through the group,  standing in front of the commander with his hands on his hips,  eyes blazing as his lips purse in annoyance.

          ❛  i ordered you and your team to leave the base ALONE.  care to explain why it’s currently a pile of rubble and smoke ?  ❜

#readyforyours #★┊verse. eyes up i got your six ( mcu. )

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// i see you over there.

#readyforyours #( out of oxen. )

[poteryanoy]

Collar and Chain

Send “Collar and Chain” to get my muses reaction after being forced to wear a collar and chain. || @readyforyours

          the collar hugs tight around his neck, feeling like a decoration and more all at once. he reaches, fingers curling around the edge of it, before tracing over it, eyes darting upward. it startles him, really, that brock had put it on him, but he hums as he rests on the man’s lap, hair still wet from his recent emergence from the pool. “… this isn’t so bad,” he admits, leaning in, forehead to forehead with brock. “ —- trying to prove i’m yours huh?”

#readyforyours

[snarkxindustries]

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get back here and love me you bastard

#readyforyours #Reality Break | OOC #Hi my love~ #I'm not awake ignore me pls

[archcr-a]

@readyforyours and @cxpt are two of my absolute best friends in this entire world and I love them both so much.

love on other people in my inbox! ¬ always accepting. @readyforyours && @cxpt

Monroe, KC, come collect the lovin’ you deserve! ♡

#tellarealstory #cxpt #readyforyours #(bless you for letting those two know!).

[ovalleycfplenty]

coping;; closed

@readyforyours cont.

     “i’m shocked,” jc snorts sarcastically, gathering the files from the desk before joining the older man out on the balcony, sorting them into a neat stack. he knows how to prioritise his boss’ work, some people and things are simply not allowed to be worked on until after there’s been time for several cups of coffee. “well, at least you’re keeping it outside this time. you’re not as sneaky as you think you are, trying to get a smoke in while still in the office.” 

     fighting back a yawn, he leans his hip against the balcony railing and looks over at the older man. “i’ve got nowhere to be tonight, so if there’s more you need me to do, just tell me.”

#readyforyours #interaction; thread #m; jc wells #i have no icons for him yet Dx

[ycuwill]

Lost and Found

@readyforyours

When Pietro was ... gone, it had left a hole in Wanda. She'd done her best to hide that, to pretend that everything was fine, but even the little things could be devastating. It was hard, hard to be there when he wasn't. Harder still to be around people who did not seem to understand her. Not like Pietro. Few people had known her, had cared for her like her brother, and sure Stark and the rest were trying, but they were also so trying.

She wasn't even sure what had prompted her escape. One moment she was in their stupid tower, and the next she was out. Out in the streets in the rain, searching. Searching for someone, she was almost there before she realized who it was. Rumlow. The only one to show her kindness during the experiments. He had been so kind, to her and to Pietro. He had known them. If only for a little while. Perhaps he would understand.

And so it was that she arrived on his doorstep, soaked to the bone, and rang the bell. Hoping for the smallest of comforts, from someone she wasn't even sure would remember her name.

#readyforyours #[ Why? because why not? ]

[darcywho]

@readyforyours || Because why not write it down fully? 

She looks forward to these increasingly rare visits. Rare on her part, although Brock’s job doesn’t make it any easier. Between his responsibilities as STRIKE commander and hers on the Hill, these “Sanity Visits,” as Darcy refers to them around her staff, seem to only happen once in a blue moon, when the commander and the senator are in the same time zone. 

It’s a huge departure from how it used to be, in the SHIELD building that replaced the Triskelion, from her starting days eating Jane’s desert dust crackling with Thor’s electricity. Back then, even with Brock around, she was all wide eyes and stumbled footing. Sure, she had the Taser, but at the time that was just about all she had aside from a snarky attitude and sheer dumb luck. 

Now, at least, she’s not tracking in sand as she strides through the stark hallways, analysts and field agents meandering through their days around her. It’s amazing that through it all, the sound of jackboots on linoleum is still--tragically--the same. Or maybe it’s supposed to be reassuring? 

What is strangely satisfying now is the way analysts jerk their heads her way and mutter to one another. Darcy thinks that Brock more than likely went through something similar when he came back from his stint as Crossbones. Fortunately, the further into the building she gets, the more the gossiping newbies thin out. After a few turns and a brief elevator ride, it’s a few STRIKE agents who’re greeting her with far more familiarity than the baby agents dared give. 

While this is by no means a common occurrence, it’s happened with just enough frequency that when she shows up fresh from the Hill they don’t question it. Sometimes they even help. Like that one birthday of his where she very believably said that she was there for a meeting with Brock. The fact that his office had been filled with balloons and pirate themed birthday decorations was neither here nor there. She had even rigged the Village People to play from the ridiculous--truly ridiculous--navy themed chicken plush sitting in his chair. 

This time she is not armed with streamers and childish banners, preferring to save those for special occasions. No, this time she has infiltrated SHIELD with a mission from the highest authority affecting Brock and herself: their mother. It may seem silly to anyone on the outside looking in, but when an Italian mother asks you do something there are no ifs, ands, or buts. It’s more of a question of how high. 

Darcy had recently returned from a visit to New York, mostly for business, but she had made it a point to stop in at Anna Vittoria’s during such trips. It wasn’t that often she got to see her mother, after all. And if that visit resulted in bringing back a box for Brock then so be it. Just because she was there for one reason didn’t mean that she couldn’t add a little bit of flavor to it. 

Although, she muses, the portfolio under her arm is probably why some of the newer agents kept staring at her. She should really form a complaint about their covert surveillance skills. Sure, SHIELD is still rebuilding, but if this is the best they could come up with they were in trouble. 

Eventually, she passes by Jack just before she crosses the threshold into Brock’s empty office. 

“That time again?” he asks her. She merely grins and nods as she closes the door behind her. This time, Brock’s getting off relatively light by her standards. It takes the better part of half an hour, but by the time she’s done Brock’s office looks like the headquarters for her campaign did. Her old campaign signs plaster the walls, reminding her older brother to Vote Darcy Lewis--as though he’d ever forget. 

She makes sure to empty her pockets of the buttons with her face on them onto his desk, leaving one on the box of their mother’s tiramisu. 

When she lives she makes sure to pointedly tell Jack that if anyone goes into Brock’s office before he gets there, she will show him exactly what it is a U.S. Senator can do when properly motivated. If her accompanying smile is particularly vicious, then only Jack’s the wiser. “Tell him we’ll be back to sailor hats once we’re in recess.” 

#readyforyours

[talktoten-a]

“Everything is spinning.”

They were in the middle of nowhere. Middle of nowhere with a hospital the size of a cut-in-half pea, and initially the Doctor hadn’t been sure exactly why the TARDIS had brought him here. Granted, she seemed to have some idea of what interesting things there were, and the villagers in the next stop over had had very, very little to say about the town whose main function was as a hospital (what did that say, for their health record? Something in the water), but so far all of the cases he’d been listening into had been very boring. This person wanted their appendix out. None of the hospital staff wanted to keep it and eat it. That person wanted to borrow some oatmeal for their chickenpox. None of the hospital staff had even wanted to eat the oatmeal, which seemed like a waste of good oatmeal. 

Tell you what, though - absolutely nobody in this hospital even blinked twice at the people who came in, dizzy. That was weird. The handful of doctors and nurses - dizziness was just written off, people were ushered quickly and silently into already-in-use ‘examination rooms’ which nobody ever seemed to come out of. The Doctor had tried to get a foot in the door, into one of those rooms. Deadlock sealed. Even the sonic couldn’t get in. What was a hospital in the middle of nowhere doing with deadlock seals that only staff-issued keycards could get into?

The Doctor had only just finished swiping one, anyway, by the time this bloke had wandered in to complain of dizziness, so the Doctor flashed him the keycard in question, merrily as you please. “Hello!” with his great, wide grin - “I’m the Doctor. Dizzy’s bad. Dizzy’s very, very bad. Examination room 7 okay for you? Come along.” Got a better chance of not ‘mysteriously disappearing’ if he tagged along with the Doctor, anyway. Might as well. Besides, it would look more legitimate if the Doctor had an actual, legitimate dizzy patient. 

#ic #readyforyours

[ovalleycfplenty]

I just scrolled for five years to send you a meme & I see no memes. fix this 😂

Okay, I just snorted. Multiple times. Ily, bae. Go scroll through Magnus’ blog and send me something from there, I’ll reblog memes tomorrow. :P

#readyforyours

[siluvai]

#readyforyours #to #meeting #thus saith the lord #Youtube