In the spring,
we climbed the rolling hills
and talked about our budding plans.
And we smiled,
our faces like a mirror
showing us our secret sides.
But then the fight:
the sharp words splintering the night,
how I couldn’t be what you’d need…
but oh how I could make you bleed—
I know the border lines we drew between us
keep the weapons down,
keep the wounded safe;
I know our antebellum innocence
was never meant to see the light of our armistice.
But how much would I give to have it back again?
How much did we lose
to live this way?
Vienna Teng - Antebellum
Here’s the first chapter of the awful Clint/Steve fic that I appear unable to stop myself from writing. Heads up for… swearing? That’s about it at this point. And to be honest if you need a heads-up for swearing what the fuck are you doing on my blog. XD
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“Alright, ladies,” Clint said, hands planted on his hips. “Predictions?”
“I know not, my friend,” said Thor, grin as broad and warm as the rest of him, “But if this room indeed contains a gift from Tony to celebrate the day of your birth, it shall be something most extravagant.”
:V I’d like to think Steve would enjoy technology. I mean, how is listening to music on the go not awesome? Also the ability to look up anything you might have questions about on google. How awesome is that?!
YES, GOOD, I APPLAUD YOU ON EXISTING.