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Assorted fandoms, will answer any questions/comments, etc, etc, etc,
It wasn't going to top anyone's list of good ideas, but since that tended to happen fairly frequently--them being stuck with really lousy choices--nobody wasted too much time on arguing.
For the record, Darcy would like it known that being an adult really fucking sucks sometimes.
Before Steve knew anything about Natasha Romanoff, he knew that she was fearless.
"William?"
“Seriously?” Natasha sighed when she came out of the bathroom and caught him glaring at his reflection in the full-length mirror in the suite’s bedroom, the studs for his shirt scattered across the floor and the bow tie crumpled in his fist.
There's nothing like being loaned out to the CIA to make Clint appreciate how far he's come since his nameless, faceless sniper days.
Like any other detective, Allison Beaumont had seen a lot of weird shit in her decade on the force.
In retrospect, Marta thinks she should have put the pieces together better--No, Be honest, woman, she scolds herself--she should have put the pieces together, period, and not have opened her mouth before she had.
The first time Darcy gets kidnapped by a mad scientist, it is not her fault.
She didn’t look like one of the crazy ones, just a quiet, dark-skinned, white-haired lady with an unexpectedly knowing smile and an iPhone full of pictures of the garden she spent all her time in.
"Wait, wait," Casey says into her cell. "Say what you just said again."
Fortunately for the world, the next evil fuck who wants to destroy all civilization and remake it according to his (it's always a he, Jane notices) own weird plan is nowhere near as organized or efficient as Hendricks.
Danny loves dogs.
It's been two hours since Brandt's cover was blown, ninety minutes since they lost contact with him, the cartel not destroying his earwig until after they let the team listen in on the "interrogation."
″William.″
"You know what's the suckiest part?" Tony gasped. "Not that there's a non-sucky part--"
It′s not that Jim is completely lacking in self-awareness--it′s more that he knows he′s pretty fucked up, and that thinking about why he's doing what he's doing is a sure way to screw himself over even more.
The dogs always seemed to know when it was Jensen in a car coming up the drive.
“I am relieved.”
Jensen signed the check for the cleaning team and handed it over with as sincere a thank you as he could give.
At first, Kono thinks it’s Chin getting his mother-hen on.
***
I think I'm supposed to do some nice analysis, or have something of my process revealed, but it is Monday and the Monday after spring break to boot, so... dunno?
Thoughts? Opinions?
Assorted fandoms, will answer any questions/comments, etc, etc, etc,
It wasn't going to top anyone's list of good ideas, but since that tended to happen fairly frequently--them being stuck with really lousy choices--nobody wasted too much time on arguing.
For the record, Darcy would like it known that being an adult really fucking sucks sometimes.
Before Steve knew anything about Natasha Romanoff, he knew that she was fearless.
"William?"
“Seriously?” Natasha sighed when she came out of the bathroom and caught him glaring at his reflection in the full-length mirror in the suite’s bedroom, the studs for his shirt scattered across the floor and the bow tie crumpled in his fist.
There's nothing like being loaned out to the CIA to make Clint appreciate how far he's come since his nameless, faceless sniper days.
Like any other detective, Allison Beaumont had seen a lot of weird shit in her decade on the force.
In retrospect, Marta thinks she should have put the pieces together better--No, Be honest, woman, she scolds herself--she should have put the pieces together, period, and not have opened her mouth before she had.
The first time Darcy gets kidnapped by a mad scientist, it is not her fault.
She didn’t look like one of the crazy ones, just a quiet, dark-skinned, white-haired lady with an unexpectedly knowing smile and an iPhone full of pictures of the garden she spent all her time in.
"Wait, wait," Casey says into her cell. "Say what you just said again."
Fortunately for the world, the next evil fuck who wants to destroy all civilization and remake it according to his (it's always a he, Jane notices) own weird plan is nowhere near as organized or efficient as Hendricks.
Danny loves dogs.
It's been two hours since Brandt's cover was blown, ninety minutes since they lost contact with him, the cartel not destroying his earwig until after they let the team listen in on the "interrogation."
″William.″
"You know what's the suckiest part?" Tony gasped. "Not that there's a non-sucky part--"
It′s not that Jim is completely lacking in self-awareness--it′s more that he knows he′s pretty fucked up, and that thinking about why he's doing what he's doing is a sure way to screw himself over even more.
The dogs always seemed to know when it was Jensen in a car coming up the drive.
“I am relieved.”
Jensen signed the check for the cleaning team and handed it over with as sincere a thank you as he could give.
At first, Kono thinks it’s Chin getting his mother-hen on.
***
I think I'm supposed to do some nice analysis, or have something of my process revealed, but it is Monday and the Monday after spring break to boot, so... dunno?
Thoughts? Opinions?