Subtle, tumblr, subtle...
Message a Headcanon you have about my character and I'll tell you how accurate you are!
Hell if it isn’t already a headcanon and is accurate, I’ll make it a headcanon.
Hit on my muse
- Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful.
- Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.
- Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
- If I were a stop light, I’d turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.
- If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.
- There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.
- Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.
- Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.
- I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I’m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.
- I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m staring at your heart.
- Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?
- Your body is 65% water and I’m thirsty.
- My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.
- Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.
- If I were a cat I’d spend all 9 lives with you.
- Smoking is hazardous to your health… and baby, you’re killing me!
- You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.
- Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!
- You know I’d like to invite you over, but I’m afraid you’re so hot that you’ll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill.
- If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?
- Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.
- I bet you $20 you’re gonna turn me down.
- I like Legos, you like Legos, why don’t we build a relationship?
- Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?
- There’s only one thing I want to change about you, and that’s your last name.
- Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!
- Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call animal control, because I just saw a fox!
- I’m no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart.
- Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?
- Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
- You see my friend over there? [Point to friend] He wants to know if YOU think I’M cute.
- Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.
- Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I’d die.
- Are you a cat? Cause you are purrrfect
- You know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Not in my case.
- My lips are like skittles. Wanna taste the rainbow?
- I have an “owie” on my lip. Will you kiss it and make it better?
- Hey baby, I must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on!
- Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.
- Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?
- Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?
- Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?
- Is it hot in here or is it just you?
- I blame you for global warming… your hotness is too much for the planet to handle!
- You’re single. I’m single. Coincidence? I think not.
- Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.
- Baby, you’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.
- I hope there’s a fire truck nearby, cause you’re smokin’!
- I just got dumped, and I think that you could make me feel better.
- If you were a burger at McDonalds, you’d be McGorgeous.
- Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.
- You’re so hot, I could bake cookies on you.
- Is your car battery dead? Because I’d like to jump you.
- I’m lost. Can you tell me which road leads to your heart?
- It’s a good thing I wore gloves today. Otherwise you’d be too hot to handle.
orange, melon, vanilla bc why not :p
mutuals only
orange - my opinion of you now and our status
Now you’re my danish bitch and I love you so much ( boobs mom ) and I consider you a friend, hell you’re the only person I’ve skyped and spoke to on long hours for no reason.
melon - my first impression of youomgomgomgomgomgomgogm look at this beauty following me, don’t panic zara,
vanilla - what i like most about you
your humor and witty replies & everything buttfuck.
‘ It went well, one agent pissed his pants but that usually happens to newbies and I sent it upstairs..’
“Well, some day someone should take his time explaining to you that it’s not a secondary mission objective to make supporting operatives piss their pants.
-- and really, you lie better than that.”
💍 Wedding/Marriage Starters 💍
Angel knew that something was off with him, but she was filled with too many emotions to pinpoint it yet. “I haven’t been hallucinating, but you’ve been gone for how long?” she asked him, giving him a look as she pulled back and dabbed her eyes with the back of her hand. “You have to be better at staying in touch with me, you butthead,” she said affectionately.
Looking him over, Angel raised an eyebrow though. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked him, glancing at his jacket. “Did you get hurt?” she asked, taking a breath. “Because I know that I haven’t told you that I got a broken arm the other week, but you have to let me know so I don’t worry.”
As had always been the case, her behavior and presence never failed to put him into a good mood. There was something refreshing about getting a warm welcome, when most people were quite tense around him--which he wholly deserved, to be honest, but tended to be forced to ignore. “Well, you’ve been keeping busy, broken arm verifying of that. ‘Makes it hard for an old man to keep up.”
He grinned, shrugging. Sometimes it still felt like his arm was intact, like Mack had not cut it off, simply wounded it. The phantom pains were the worst, and the moments in the morning where he’d forgotten. Reality rarely allowed those moments to last long. “Field injury, of sorts. And don’t think I’m going to let that broken arm go uncommented.”
FYI I never, ever reblog anything with “I see you not reblogging this” or “reblog this or you’re shit/racist/not a feminist/transphobic” because emotional manipulation like that is abusive shit and I refuse to accept it.
Ever.
So don’t do it.
"I wish things were that simple!"
irxnsister || meme || accepting
“But they aren’t, Veronica, and one day you’re going to have to see that!”
“Indeed. It’s nice to see you again, sir.”
“I heard you’ve been keeping busy with the rest,” Phil said, chuckling to himself with a strained smile, as he remembered the recent newsfeed that had circulated about the Avengers.
Honestly, Angel had been getting used to not having much time for other people. There was just so much going on and she needed to be focused, and it was a complete and utter surprise that Phil was even there now. She hated that they hadn’t seen each other and part of her wanted to give into the anger of not always knowing how he was, but she just couldn’t be mad.
Instead, tears started to well up in her eyes and unlike most, she was okay with crying in his presence–at least more so with him than others, other than Tony. “This is where you say a lot more than that,” she managed to get out, swallowing down a lump in her throat before her arms were wrapped around him. “You’re not a mirage are you?”
He squirmed a bit in her arms, comfortably so and let out a deep chuckle that he hadn’t heard in weeks. He’d been distracted by work, but in this moment, he felt a deep relief at having a woman he practically considered a daughter in his arms. Well, arm, he realized, as he hugged her back with one arm, the other hiding at his side. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the missing limb, but swallowed hard and smiled as he let her go.
“No, I’m here in person. Just like always.” He frowned, “Unless you’ve been hallucinating, which I hope not, and if so, to overshadow that performance.” He smiled, happy to see her, unsure how to reveal his injury.
Rear Window (1954) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
Shout at my muse to see how they respond:
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