“Por ali me demorei, sob um céu propício, observando as borboletas que esvoaçavam entre as urzes e as campainhas do monte, ouvindo a brisa suave que de mansinho agitava a relva, perguntando-me como seria possível alguém imaginar que macabras deambulações perturbassem o sono dos que ali repousavam na terra tranquila.” O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes – Emily Brontë
Yep. São deuses. Se a Stephenie Meyer consegue fazer com que vampiros brilhem no sol, eu consigo fazer com que deuses percam a memória.
(via livros-por-favor)
(via livros-por-favor)
Ok, ok. Precisamos discutir suas “idéias”. Cara, Bia, eu tô tão sem tempo… Semana que vem começam as provas e eu estou f… Ferrada.
Eu preciso MUITO MESMO falar contigo.
Beijinhos,
Chele.
P.S.: Uma dica sobre TC: Poseidon encontra Atena desacordada e sem memória. O prefácio é do ponto de vista de Atena. Quando a Lana Del Rey diz “I’m lying in the ocean singing your song”, é exatamente isso que Atena está fazendo.
HOW TO WOO A SPY IN TEN DAYS (a clint x natasha au)
Natasha Romanoff is killing for hire. Clint Barton has been trailing her for weeks. It’s a harmless game of cat and mouse, except that they have never actually spoken, and he doesn’t know that she knows he is there. Sometimes he loses track of her for days. Those are the days she spends trailing him, watching him watch for her. Those are the days she has off. He’s good, though. She likes him. She’d snap his neck if he gave her half a reason.
Natasha is killing. Clint is trailing her. Interested, nameless parties want her dead, and Clint is supposed to make that happen. But he makes a bet— a stupid bet. It’s the kind of bet that can cost a man his life. He bets that he can bring her in— alive —in only ten days. If not, he’ll pull the trigger. If not, someone else will.
It’s a good thing for her that she’s two steps ahead of him. It’s a good thing, she thinks, that she’s about to get that ‘half a reason’ she’s been waiting for. So when he finally comes out from behind the scope of his gun and says hello, she smiles, and accept the drink he byes her, and even takes him upstairs of her hotel room and shows him a good time. And she doesn’t realize the mistake they both are making until neither of them are killing the other. And ten days seems like a long time when you’re suddenly standing still.
(via brbshittoavenge)
“How about this one,” Natasha asked , turning around to face Clint. She held a small outfit up in her hands and waited for his approval. “Why is it pink,” Clint asked, looking over his shoulder at her.
Natasha really hated being pinned down by gunfire. She liked movement and freedom in general. Being trapped behind a dumpster because bad guys were hailing machine gun fire down on her was pretty much the last thing she wanted, period.
And on top of that, she had no idea where her new partner…
As requested by notapsychopath
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. xx
The Avengers|Clint/Natasha|Teen|~900
Eyes on the Prize
He knows she doesn’t care.
He know she doesn’t care.
Montenegro was probably beautiful and romantic, but all he had seen of it was the short ride to a shitty…
The tension in the warehouse was palpable, sticking to his skin, creeping into his lungs with each breath he took. Yes or No. There was something in her expression that changed and he put up his guard - as she relaxed, he tensed, preparing for the ground…
“Mmhm.” He said as a way of bypassing the conversation of his own injuries. They’d get somewhere safe and patch up and plan their next move. Was this going to be it? On the run from SHIELD until the Avengers were needed again? Or, would they, in…
In which Tony and Steve find out that their son is Spider-man.
“We have to let him,” Steve said.
“What?”
“We have to let him join the Avengers.”
Complete and total silence. “I’m sorry? Did I hear you right? I must not have heard you right. Because I could swear you just said we had to let our sixteen-year-old son join the Avengers. But you can’t have said that, because that is fucking insane. Do you have any idea how dangerous…”
“He’s not going to stop. I know it, you know it; that’s why you’re reinforcing his costume – we both know he’s going to be using it again. There’s no ifs ands or buts about it. We can’t keep him from doing this.”
“The hell we can’t,” Tony muttered. It was clear from his petulant tone that he agreed with Steve, he just didn’t like it.
“What we can do is keep an eye on him. We can make sure he has the best training, the best equipment, the best team.”
Tony wrapped his arms around Steve and buried his face in the crook of the super-soldier’s neck.
“I hate it when you make sense,” he murmured, pulling Steve as close as possible.
Steve didn’t say anything, just held his husband close, nose buried in Tony’s hair.
“We did a good job with him, huh?” Steve murmured, running his hand up his husband’s back and tracing the line of his spine through his shirt.
“Too good a job,” Tony grumbled against Steve’s neck.
“No such thing,” Steve responded. The smile on his face was small and bittersweet. (x)
I totally shipp Steve x Tony. I think they’re more than just cute. They’re hot.
(via remembering-budapest)
