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bokketo · 2 months

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[x] "The good coffee is for days when I want to celebrate not dying," Clint jokes. He usually doesn't bother with it, half because he doesn't have the time and half because he forgets about its existence. In his world, it rarely matters if coffee is good or if it's nearly toxic sludge as long as it gives him the caffeine he craves. That said, he's been cutting down to half decaf these days in preparation for a longer mission that he suspects he'll be handed. Getting withdrawal headaches while undercover is easily one of the worst things in the world by his standards.

"And the renovation is making me want to die a little. I've had to beef up security since..." He doesn't need to say it. Maria knows the ins and outs of what's been going on over there and how many fights he's gotten into in order to defend that apartment building. "Anyway, security cameras have been installed but I have no idea who I trust to actually keep an eye on them. It's not a SHIELD job and it's not like I can do it myself, but after that old lady let..." He sighs, busying himself with picking out a danish as he talks. "The point is that it's not useful yet even though I've got it up and running. The three apartments that took damage during the fight have been remodeled and tenants are moving back in next weekend. I'm having them fix up the roof so that our barbecue spot is a little nicer too. Having community stuff right now is more important than ever."

(@knowseverythingaboutyou)

“You’re squirrelling away good coffee in your locker and not sharing?” Maria knows that it would be a matter of filling out one form to get better coffee in SHIELD. But the truth is that between all of the missions, the near-earth-ending catastrophes, and whatever the local mad scientist might invent, no one in the building is guaranteed enough time to finish a cup of coffee. Having something better than what they have now is simply an exercise in futility. “You’re lucky that we’re not in the Army, that would get you written up.” It wouldn’t, but she always gets a bit of a kick out of throwing the idea of Army punishments at the civilian agents. They’re never sure which ones are legit and which ones she’s making up. “A croissant and a danish,” Maria bargains, because she’s missed lunch. Again. One of these days she’ll spend the entire day in the office, and functioning at the same time as everyone else. And it will be the first sign of the apocalypse. “How’s that thing at your apartment building going? The reno.”

#knowseverythingaboutyou #rp: knowseverythingaboutyou #threads with clint and maria (knowseverythingaboutyou);#thread: clint barton;

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bokketo · 2 months

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Steve had been tracking this group of outlaws for the last two years. They had frequently been on the move, making it hard for Steve to intercept them, and apparently had someone in their ranks who could use some sort of supernatural forces. With his best pal ( and deputy ) being six feet under, he had neither the support nor the manpower he needed to pull off one of his elaborate schemes to trap them, so the last one had almost completely failed.

Almost completely. One person currently lay in a jail cell right next to Steve's office, and he was going to get as much as he could from her... though he thought he might have to wait for her to recover a little bit. Time was of the essence, of course, but he wasn't heartless. Besides, it didn't sit right with him to have a woman injured. It was bad enough to have to put one behind bars in the first place — he couldn't imagine that his mother would have been too happy with the situation — but after meeting Natasha, it had become abundantly clear that some women were far cleverer and more effective criminals than their male counterparts. She, too, was missing as of late. Maybe with her help, he could have caught the outlaws too, but that wasn't her job.

Not that Natasha had a job. She was Barnes's widow now, and his avenger too. God knew what other trouble she got in aside from that, but it sure wasn't a career.

He looked over his captive's form a little pityingly as he entered the cell. He'd definitely call the doctor and have her seen to. For now, he knelt at her side and held out a cup of water to her. "You're awful eager to turn your back on them," Steve said with a frown. "People might say there's no honor among thieves, but I've seen different. Why would you help me? And before we even get to all that, who are you? How'd you end up in that mess back there?"

(@maggicktouched)

@bokketo

Her throat was painfully dry. Each breath clawed its way down to her lungs like a cat being dragged by the tail. It was the only part of her that was dry. The rest of her was damp. Every inch of her clothing was glued to her skin. She assumed it was sweat, but she couldn't rule out blood either. Either way, the fabric prickled painfully against her with each raspy breath.

She didn't have to open her eyes to know she was laying in a prison cot. The bed beneath her was thin and hard, and there was a gentle murmur of people talking in the distance and horses trotting through town. They'd thrown her in a cage.

"A shallow cave would've been kinder." She grumbled. Finally, she peeled her eyelids apart and, with a white hot flare of pain, forced her aching limbs to push her upright. Her rib was probably broken, there was nothing to be done for that, but a bandage had been affixed to her leg where she'd been shot. Beck ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Bastards left me to rot."

Shifting was out of the question, and if she couldn't find a way to talk herself out of it, she'd swing before she ever got the chance to slip her human skin again. She scanned the cramped cell and the quiet sheriff's station. It looked empty. No one else from the gang had been caught, apparently, and there was no sheriff in sight. It didn't really matter. She wasn't in any condition to pop open the lock either. With a grunt, she pulled herself back up against the wall and shut her eyes.

The door opened, and she could hear the heavy thud of boots on the old wooden floor. Just one pair. A man. She assumed the sheriff.

"So you didn't find them, huh?" Beck looked at him. She didn't like the way the world swam when she opened her eyes, or how raspy her voice sounded. She tried to clear her throat. It didn't do much. "Ya know, I might be able to help you with that."

#v: 1872;#thread: steve rogers;#threads with steve and beck (maggicktouched);#maggicktouched #rp: maggicktouched #maggicktouched: beck #start of thread;

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bokketo · 2 months

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[x] "Oh I'm absolutely telling him, just for that," MJ promises, looking forward to Peter's inevitable good-natured ribbing. They've practically adopted Miles so it's only fair that they make fun of him sometimes too.

She squeezes Miles into a brief hug. "I'm glad you like her so much. So... this was your first date ever? Or is it just the first time you've ever asked a girl out? I know things got a bit messy there towards the end so I never asked if you and Phin were ever involved." MJ ruffles his hair a little as if to offset the statement with affection. "Feel free to tell me to piss off about it if it's a touchy subject, by the way. You know I'm as nosy as they come. It's part of the job description."

(@heroicpaths)

"I asked," he answers, strategically leaving out the detail that it took him a year and a half to do so. He already gets teased about it often enough by Ganke and Hailey herself. No need to add MJ to the list. "I, uh... I had never asked anyone before. We went out for coffee. She showed me some new art she's been working on. She got to work on some murals in Coney Island, she's super talented!" He's got that goofy smile on his face again. Ganke likes to tease him about it, but, lately, Miles hasn't minded that so much.

"Oh, man, I'm starting to sound like Pete. Please don't tell him or he'll never let me live that down."

#thread: mary jane watson;#threads with mj and miles (heroicpaths);#heroicpaths #rp: heroicpaths #heroicpaths: miles

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bokketo · 2 months

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[x] Clint stares at Kage, unsure what to do, what to say. He knows what he felt, and he felt loved, but there's no way to know if it was just a mimicry thereof. He's seen Kage kill, now. It was so cold, so detached, and maybe it would have been easier to tolerate if it was a crime of passion, but this...

He doesn't know where to go with this.

"Do you want to change? You don't seem like you feel bad about having murdered people. Why would you stop now?"

All it sounds like, Clint thinks, is that you want to not lose me, and that makes the least sense of all. So what's going on here?

(@demonstigma)

"Of course he exists."

He sounds scandalized but there's a note of acute hysteria in his tone, that one little indicator that shows that Kage isn't so sure himself, isn't convinced by his words, his drive to convince Clint.

Because it sounds like in trying to convince him, he's trying to convince himself too. That he's not a monster, that he can love this world just like Clint wants him too.

"Sweetheart, don't look like that. Don't say goodbye without giving me a chance to show you I can change."

#thread: clint barton;#threads with clint and kage (demonstigma);#demonstigma #rp: demonstigma

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bokketo · 2 months

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Skye loves her grandfather, so it's no surprise that she voted in favor of Matt's choice of baby names when she was asked. She beams at him and nods. "It's a good name! Dad thought it up but mom and I agreed that it was perfect." She gives him a sly smile. "Are you suuuuure you wanna know what it is? You could surprise yourself on the day he's born once they show you the umm..." She's forgotten the term 'birth certificate' and wracks her brain for a moment. "The baby award thing! You know what I mean!"

(@heroicpaths)

@bokketo said: The five year old must remind Jack of Matt's early days with the way she climbs around constantly. In this case, Jack himself has taken the place of the little jungle gym in the backyard, and she scales her way up into his embrace. "Hey gramps!" Skye smacks a kiss onto his cheek. "Guess what! Mommy and daddy finally decided on a name for the new baby!"

"Hey, sweetheart," Jack chuckles at how effortlessly his granddaughter climbs into his arms. It's amazing how much energy the kid has. "They did, huh? It was about time." Indeed, Matt and Kirsten had been brainstorming names for weeks now. There were some good ones and some bad ones. At one point, Matt had suggested Foggy, after their friend– not Franklin. Foggy. Jack still isn't sure whether or not his son was joking about that. "What did they decide? Do you like it? It's your little brother we're talking about, you should get the deciding vote, you know."

#heroicpaths #rp: heroicpaths #heroicpaths: jack #threads with skye and jack (heroicpaths);#start of thread;

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bokketo · 2 months

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He gets out of bed and makes his way out of his bedroom, but something is different. The air doesn't smell like Kirsten's perfume anymore, the place feels... empty, as if no one calls it home except him. He doesn't even worry about to possibility of tripping over a toy on his way to the front door. He can hear something on the other side– a familiar voice calling to him, a heartbeat far too familiar, slowly fading. He's far too familiar with this moment, and he doesn't want to live through it again, but he can't help it.

He opens the door and takes Elektra in his arms as if it's all part of a nightmarish routine he couldn't fight his way out of. All he can do is hold her in his arms as he hears her heart slowly give in and come to a stop. Only then Matt notices the crowd that has gathered around him, and only then he notices the man watching them. He isn't acting like the others. He isn't shocked or scared to see a woman die right in front of his eyes. Matt hadn't done anything back then– too risky with so many people around.

He doesn't care about it this time. He leaves Elektra, determined to get to him, to not let him get away this time, to put an end to this once and for all before he can cause any more damage.

Before he can do anything, the man chucks something at him, with deadly force and precision– Matt's billy club, heading straight to his chest. Karen, out of seemingly nowhere, jumps in front of him, stopping the billy club from hitting him, and it pierces through her chest instead. She falls into his arms. He can hear the blood rushing its way out of her chest through the hole.

"I can't believe it," The man says as he walks away. "I missed."

Karen is trying to say something. Matt barely even registers it, too busy trying to find a way to stop the blood, to save her, though he knows full well it's too late for that. He has to at least try.

The scene changes again. He's back home, but it isn't the safe, happy place he's grown used to. The ground is covered in blood, and Skye and Jackie are lying right in front of him, it's Kirsten's turn to lay in his arms, as he hears their heartbeats slowly fade away too.

It's what he gets for allowing himself to be happy, to get too comfortable. Maybe it's what he deserves for getting his family involved in his life, knowing the risks that come with it better than anyone.

"Gotta admit, it's pretty impressive," Bullseye says, admiring his work as he walks around the room. "That's three for three." He starts laughing, and Matt jolts awake.

He's in bed. Kirsten is entangled in his arms, as she often does every night, especially when he starts tossing and turning too much in his sleep, even without fully being awake. She knows well enough her presence is enough to chase away bad dreams on the best nights, and, at the very least, give him some comfort on the bad ones.

He tries to let her presence soothe him back to sleep, taking a moment to catch his breath, but it's clear enough that tonight is definitely one of the bad ones. It's impressive he's managed to not wake her up– though, with how loud he can hear his own heart beating in his chest, he'd say it's impressive he didn't wake up the entire block.

Matt isn't a stranger to nightmares– with how much he's been through, it's almost expected. Still, the best few months have been especially rough, which, technically, doesn't even make sense.

Ever since Skye was born, he has significantly decreased his outings as Daredevil– and after Jackie, they became practically non-existent aside from a few emergencies. No one even remembers he's the masked superhero anymore. Thanks to the Purple Children, the only people who know are his family and another handful of other superheroes he knows he can trust. In theory, there's no way Kirsten and the kids are in any immediate danger. And that's exactly what terrifies him.

It would make perfect sense that, just as he finally starts to relax and actually be happy for once, it's all yanked away from him. And it isn't even that unlikely– even if his identity is a secret to his biggest enemies now, it hadn't always been. And they could figure out the truth again easily enough.

It's with that happy thought that he realizes he isn't going back to sleep any time soon. Slowly, so he doesn't wake Kirsten up, Matt presses a kiss to her forehead and carefully untangles himself from her arms as he gets out of bed. There's no point in waking her up just to worry her, so he makes his way to the living room.

He can hear Skye and Jackie in their rooms, their breathing and heartbeats are as calm and steady as their mother's. Perhaps the paranoia will seem pointless in the morning, but for now, he'll feel better with his billy clubs in hand and positioned by the window as he listens to the sounds from outside.

He pays attention to every car driving by, every whisper of conversation he catches from the neighbors, and every person who walks by. Almost as if daring something– or someone to even try and disturb that peace.

He isn't sure how long he's been standing there when he finally hears Kirsten's footsteps approaching him. "I'm okay," he greets her, tilting his head slightly in her direction. He knows that's the first thing on her mind right now. "Just... couldn't sleep. So, you know, the usual," He offers her a weak smile. He's never told her the specifics of his recurring nightmares from the past few months, though he's sure she's worked out the general idea long ago. "Everything okay?"

It's far from the first time that this has happened. When Kirsten wakes alone, she immediately seeks out her husband on autopilot. After all, he relishes time with her as much as she does with him, so his being absent from their bed usually means he has too much on his mind to stay still. She knows that there are corners of that mind that are a little too steeped in danger to ever settle down, but she also knows that her presence helps.

So she seeks him out, as she always does. Her arms wrap around him as she drops a kiss on his lips — chaste and reassuring — before nodding. "Everything is fine. You're out here worrying about hypothetical scenarios and I'm over here worrying about you. Nothing new."

Except Kirsten can tell that words aren't enough to ease Matt's mind. She squeezes him tighter and then lets go so that she can trace her fingers down his face. "Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is that you're so scared of? I don't like seeing you like this, Matt..." Then she hurriedly adds, "And that's not an invitation to hide it from me. I want to help, not to have you pretend everything is okay when it clearly isn't."

(@heroicpaths)

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There have been many things that have terrorized the man without fear over the years. They rarely have anything to do with him– it's always about the people he cares about, and what could happen to them simply because he loves them. The closer they are, the scarier it is. And for the past couple of years, Matt has been absolutely terrified, and he's been reminded of exactly why nearly every night lately.

It always starts the same way– he wakes up and can't find Kirsten lying next to him. He can't hear the kids' heartbeat in their room. He figures, they probably just went out. It is fairly common, though he can't think of a reason why Kirsten wouldn't wake him up and let him know.

He doesn't care about it this time. He leaves Elektra, determined to get to him, to not let him get away this time, to put an end to this once and for all before he can cause any more damage.

"I can't believe it," The man says as he walks away. "I missed."

"Gotta admit, it's pretty impressive," Bullseye says, admiring his work as he walks around the room. "That's three for three." He starts laughing, and Matt jolts awake.

Matt isn't a stranger to nightmares– with how much he's been through, it's almost expected. Still, the best few months have been especially rough, which, technically, doesn't even make sense.

#rp: heroicpaths #heroicpaths #heroicpaths: matt #threads with kirsten and matt (heroicpaths);#thread: kirsten mcduffie;#start of thread;#death cw #long post cw #[ pulling stuff out from under the read more for myself ]

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bokketo · 2 months

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starter for @heroicpaths // matt rescuing little stevie for natasha

Natasha had done her best to put it from her mind as the man she had been brainwashed into believing was her husband and the boy who really was biologically her child and still foremost in her heart didn't pop into her head on an almost daily basis. They were fleeting thoughts more often than not: a split-second expectation of James's head on the pillow next to her when she woke, a sound in the next room that made her think Stevie was climbing on things that he shouldn't, and worst of all, the ache in her chest when Liho climbed up to sit on her stomach the way that her baby boy always had.

She had asked not to be told where they were put into hiding. She wasn't weak-willed by any means but how could she say for sure that she would resist the temptation of going by the area to catch a glimpse of them and be tailed that way? Worse, what if she was captured and had her mind rifled through? The less she knew about them, the safer they were.

That is until they're not safe anymore.

Natasha gets the news while she's overseas. She can't be sure if it's an event engineered by her enemies or cruel happenstance, but the plane that James was on has crashed in upstate New York. He's dead. Stevie is missing. Frantic and hating herself for it, she dials Matt's number.

"I need you to find someone for me," she says as soon as he picks up. Her voice is shaking uncharacteristically. Her heartbeat thunders in her ears. "Stevie Grey, three years old, red hair, green eyes, last seen on flight AA4252 which went down at 42.61938 latitude, -74.03461 longitude. He's... he likes ducks..." She fails to hide the hitch in her voice. "Please, I need to know he's alive. He's my son."

#heroicpaths #heroicpaths: matt #rp: heroicpaths #start of thread;#thread: natasha romanoff;#threads with natasha and matt (heroicpaths);#death cw

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bokketo · 3 months

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[ Sooooo despite being Busy AF™ and still dealing with a few health issues, I've been shoved into the creative hot seat of my Performing Arts Club and am now ... directing a whole play?!!! I'm a little in awe, a little terrified, but mostly so incredibly excited. All of that is to say that I'll be absent here a little longer than anticipated, but hopefully not too much!! ]

#out of character tag;#current status;#[ life is CRAZY y'all ]#[ if anyone asked me two months ago whether I'd ever get up on stage and act again I'd probably have said no ]#[ and now I just can't wait!!! ]

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bokketo · 3 months

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[ sorry I've been gone so long without notice. academia is destroying me right now. I should be back end of february unless my brain goes to hell and needs more recovery time. love y'all. <3 ]

#out of character tag;#current status;

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bokketo · 3 months

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Mun vs Muse

tagged by @murder-popsicle

ft. me, snape, charlie and harry :P I didn't realize until I made this how long my hair has gotten, wow.

tagging: you!

#dash games;#imagery;#re: mun;#re: severus snape;#re: charlie weasley;#re: harry potter;#[ tagged by ]#murderpopsicle

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bokketo · 3 months

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Matt doesn't say anything. He simply walks up to where Jen is sitting on the couch and lays down, resting his head on her lap.

Jen isn't a couch potato by any means, but she is protective of her personal time. She like watching a show now and again, indulging in a trashy romance novel, or generally chilling on the sofa while scrolling through social media for an indeterminate amount of time after she gets out of work in order to reset her brain. She's not about to ditch the tradition just because her boyfriend has moved in with her, is she?

As he comes to rest on top of her, shee thinks that maybe some modifications to said routine aren't the worst thing in the world. She can still read or scroll through her Twitter feed one-handed while the other is buried in his hair, after all. Matt gets a once-over to check that this burst of affection is not a coping mechanism ( ie. he does not appear to be injured or otherwise in distress ) and smiles. It's nice to feel wanted. It's nice to have a place — and a person — to call home. She scratches at Matt's scalp gently and finds herself feeling unusually at peace.

Maybe she'll delay going out to catch criminals tonight. The bad guys will just have to wait until she no longer has a lap full of Murdock keeping her occupied. (They better wait for her or she'll be mad and hop straight into the next issue to beat up the next set pre-emptively. Let a girl live, thanks!)

#heroicpaths #heroicpaths: matt #asked;#answered: jennifer walters;#mattjen;#drabble;

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bokketo · 4 months

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𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 tagged by @murder-popsicle

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅:

Cursive - Billie Marten I'd walk the corners / Of my empty mind But I'm full of darkness / With the loneliest of light And I will never be / I will never be myself I will never be / I will never be too well And we'll be fine, there is an end It hurts to fall back again

Ode to Sleep - Twenty One Pilots I don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the Sun's blood on my hands, I'll tell the moon Take this weapon, forged in darkness Some see a pen, I see a harpoon I'll stay awake 'cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight Why am I not scared in the morning? I don't hear those voices calling I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out

Touch - Sleeping At Last Invisible machinery / These moving parts inside of me Well, they've been shutting down for quite some time / Leaving only rust behind Well I know, I know the sirens sound / Just before the walls come down Pain is a well-intentioned weatherman predicting God as best he can But God, I wanna feel again / Oh God, I wanna feel again Down my arms, a thousand satellites / Suddenly discover signs of life

Hold on Loosely - 38 Special Just hold on loosely / But don't let go If you cling too tight babe You're gonna lose control Your baby needs someone to believe in And a whole lot of space to breathe in Don't let her slip away / Sentimental fool Don't let your heart get in her way

Hollow - Belle Mt. Lonely is her favorite place to be When she feels the hurt, she lets it bleed Sometimes she's lost, sometimes she's broken Sometimes she's closed, sometimes she's open Lonely is her favorite place to be She told me she was falling / I offered her my hand But she only finds her comfort in knowing just how hard she's gonna land I told her she was special / She almost let me in But she couldn't bear the thought of digging up the heart that she'd been burying

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒:

Could Have Been Me - The Struts Don't wanna live as an untold story / Rather go out in a blaze of glory I can't hear you, I don't fear you I'll live now 'cause the bad die last / Dodging bullets with your broken past I can't hear you, I don't fear you now Wrapped in your regret / What a waste of blood and sweat I wanna taste love and pain / Wanna feel pride and shame I don't wanna take my time / Don't wanna waste one line I wanna live better days / Never look back and say Could have been me

In My Bones - The Score I won't be a grain of sand / Slipping down the hourglass Watching every minute fall through I won't pay the price / Never satisfied I'm never gonna be refused It isn't in my words / 'Cause they come and go But everything that hurt / Taught me how to grow It isn't in my skin / Or these scars that show 'Cause my fire within / Comes from below

Human - Christina Perri I can hold my breath / I can bite my tongue I can stay awake for days / If that's what you want Be your number one I can fake a smile / I can force a laugh I can dance and play the part If that's what you ask Give you all I am / I can do it (x3) But I'm only human And I bleed when I fall down I'm only human And I crash and I break down Your words in my head, knives in my heart You build me up and then I fall apart 'Cause I'm only human

Moving Mountains - Skylar Grey For once, once in your life For once just stop to open your eyes And instead of moving mountains Let the mountains move you I just want them all to love me best 'Cause maybe that would change how I feel about myself I want more, more

It's Okay to Punch Nazis - Cheap Perfume We’ve been through this, we ended it Or so we thought it had been fought It’s like an army back from the dead The racists got a PR firm Hired men in fancy shirts But have the same ideology We’ve had to say a lot of stuff We thought was fucking obvious Like, “Yes, it’s okay to punch Nazis!”

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍:

Angels on the Moon - Thriving Ivory Do you dream that the world will know your name? So tell me your name And do you care about all the little things Or anything at all? (Anything at all) I wanna feel all the chemicals inside (I wanna feel) I want a sunburn just to know that I'm alive To know I'm alive (to know I'm alive) And don't tell me if I'm dying / 'Cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, ah, maybe I should go Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming / Of angels on the moon Where everyone you know never leaves too soon

Train - Brick + Mortar Respect the fact / That everything you hate Your thoughts, your words / And everything you say Defines you / Defines you (Ooh, oh, oh) I wanna take the train with you / I wanna run away with you Come on, run away / Run away with me

Life to Fix - The Record Company I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick I got this life to fix Threw it all out in a ditch Broken down when I was sick Gotta build it back up brick by brick

Sunlight - Hozier I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night / For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight? But whose heart would not take flight / Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight / Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight? . . . Each day, you'd rise with me / Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty / Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight Strap the wing to me / Death trap clad happily With wax melted, I'd meet the sea / Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

With a Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing out of key Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends

tagging: you!

#dash games;#[ tagged by ]#murderpopsicle #re: steve rogers;#re: natasha romanoff;#re: clint barton;#[ in typical fashion clint's goes angst angst angst WAIT I'M IN LOVE oh okay let's be sappy about my friends now before I get sad again ]

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