Text Messages -> Accepting // The amount of times that Clint gets these kind of texts from @amethystarrows should be in a record book -> [text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. (for clint <3)
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:14 am ] -> You know what time it is right?
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:15 am ] -> is this serious?
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:17 am ] -> like should i grab my bow
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:18 am ] -> put on pants
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:19 am ] -> you know i got you
✉ [ Be'er Hawkeye / sent, 1:22 am ] -> or is this like i got a box of hair dye again and went through with it and its a mistake and all my hair is falling out and im gonna need you to send pictures NOW and should be laughing my ass off
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9. Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God), by Kate Bush
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What would be everyone’s reaction when they found out how much of a menace Price was when he was younger?
Price playing instruments and singing surprisingly good just to ensure he was annoying the rest of his team? Would they believe that the same man that’s their Captain was such a troublemaker to his Captain?
I can imagine all the stories Nikolai and Laswell have of Price being chaotic in his youth, they’re such crazy stories that the team refuses to believe it until Price has to confirm they’re real.
The fact is, none of them would believe either Laswell or Nikolai. None of them could imagine or comprehend the thought of Price being a menace so they just chose to not believe anything Laswell or Nik said. They were obviously just trying to fuck with them.
But, then it happened. It wasn’t really a meeting, just Laswell and Price sitting around a large table with files everywhere, looking over all the intel they had that could be of use for an upcoming mission. They were barely talking, just murmuring as they moved files and reports into different piles, each showing the relevance they had with the mission.
Soap had walked in, holding a few more files for them to look over.
“Alejandro sent over some papers that might be useful.”
Now, Price was really out of it. He had been focusing on the papers so long now it had put him in some kind of trance. He heard Soap say ‘Alejandro’ and Price did what he thought was appropriate.
“Alejandro- Alejandro-“
It was so soft Soap thought he was hearing things. But no, he wasn’t. Price was softly singing under his breath, still focused on the files lying before him.
Soap stares because why was it in tune?
“Don’t bother me- Ah. Why are you still here?” Price snapped out of the trance, acting as if he was completely unaware of what he was just doing.
“You were-“
“Soap, I’m working. And I’m pretty damn sure you’re supposed to be helping Ghost.”
“But-“
“Piss off!”
Soap blinks, stunned. He starts to leave the room, staring at Price as the man turned back to the files, muttering under his breath. Soap makes eye contact with Laswell before he leaves the room. She was smirking, the loudest ‘I told you so’ he has heard/seen in a while.
Soap leaves the room, running back to Ghost’s office so he could tell him what he had just witnessed.
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kate bishop, the better hawkeye
[Image Description: a digital drawing of kate bishop from the hawkeye 2012 comics by matt fraction and david aja. she is looking at the viewer with a neutral expression and leaning her upper body to the right. a hand is on her hip. she is wearing a purple headband, a purple shirt with a black crew neck long-sleeve t-shirt underneath, loose-fitting blue jeans, a black belt, and purple shoes that are barely visible under the hem of the pants. behind her on the left are a series of silhouettes of her in various shades of purple decreasing slightly in size as they get farther away from her. behind her on the right is a bullseye target in different shades of purple. the background is white but there’s an overlay that gives the whole drawing some black streaks and texture that mimics paper. /end ID]
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stiles is sick! good job he has a derek to take care of him... feel better, sweet boy—and anyone else feeling poorly *hugs*
(@greyhavenisback i'm afraid i have only this and a beautiful song for you, but i hope it helps!)
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Thinking about Milligan and Kate's bucket.
Thinking about the scene after she falls off the cliff - or, more importantly to Kate, her bucket falls off the cliff and into the water. Thinking about the tentative hand on her shoulder, unsure if he's allowed to offer her this comfort. The understanding etched on his face - I lost my bucket, what will I do without my bucket? - you keep going. It's the only thing you can do.
Thinking about how the instant he hears the bucket clatter against the rocks, he's striding over, picking it up and holding it out to her. Watching her face as she reunites with her beloved bucket. Taking in the joy and relief and the calm on her face - and he looks a little lighter, somehow, in that moment.
Thinking about them in the books, too, because of course Milligan's love for his daughter crosses every universe. Thinking about how amid the clamor of the Institute shutting down and the children's mission ending, the governmental tangle they must've been dealing with - not to mention the sudden return of his last ten years of stolen memories - Milligan goes back to the island and recovers Kate's most precious items from her lost bucket. Her spyglass, her Swiss Army knife, her magnet, her flashlight. He helps her start anew with the rest.
Thinking about how when he suggests a utility belt instead, and Kate shoots that down, he doesn't push or insist. He says, Alright, Katie-Cat. How about we build a flip-top together so your items don't fall out of your bucket?
(Was that their first project together? In their farmhouse, so new and yet so familiar, saying we're a family now. I'm in this with you; I'm here for you now. Let's work on your bucket.)
Thinking about how Milligan loves Kate so quietly, so softly, through caring for the bucket attached to her hip. (It's just an extension of Kate herself, really.)
Thinking about how Kate doesn't hesitate to throw her precious bucket in order to save her father from his would-be killer, four stories above the ground on the roof of an abandoned prison. Thinking about how when she finds the bucket later on the ground below, it's bashed in and mangled and almost completely ruined. She belts it to her hip anyway.
But then, Kate's a fighter. Her love has always been loud.
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