Carl Jung (via musingsiren)

Jana’s ‘wow I hit milestones on all my major blogs plus the holidays are coming up so let’s give something back to my followers’ giveaway. 

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                                                          s o m e t  i m e s                                                           I     push   people                                                           a      w      a      y                                                           to remind myself                                                           that       I      don’t                                                           d   e   s  e  r  v  e                                                           t      h      e      m                                                           ( and  I  probably                                                           n e v e r  w i l l )

❄┆❝ assistant in bad life choices ❞ { @bestshxt }

      “So, Clint, I am sure that you want to help me       carry these HEAVY BOOKS to my car while I       interrogate you about your week?”

       ❛ OH YEAH, you read my mind. ❜

  Though his voice was dripping sarcasm the blonde   picked up the stack of books with a slight grunt and   kept talking.

          ❛ UH-- well, not much happened except...             remember when we got a bit TIPSY the             other night and signed up for that... ....             website? ❜

I guess I just have one of those resting faces that makes me look like I want to beat you up. 

         A quick flash of yellow light erupted from her hands, her LOVE & BEAUTY SHOCK making a mess of the youma nearby. While she still didn’t think a BOW would be much HELP, she had to admit he was really HOLDING his OWN. Maybe she MISJUDGED him. He had seemed at the READY to fight the moment he saw DANGER, anyway. Perhaps he was a HERO in his own right.

                 ❝ I’m SAILOR VENUS – My thing is – Well?                     I’ve got MAGIC POWERS. That’s my THING. ❞

      SKILLED FINGERS easily drew and shot one bow after         another, ( his brain processing the commands by itself on instinct,         shoulders, tense, breath, ) his mind quickly processing which         different kinds of arrows should be used in what order. Had he not         been an AVENGER her heart-filled light attack would have surprised         him, though since he WAS one he simply cocked an eyebrow at the         unusual ability. 

                    ❛ What’s that, some form of GIRL SCOUTS? ❜

        Despite his words he asked it without MOCKING but actually with         genuine curiosity.

                     ❛ MAGIC powers. Those are kinda rare, but I’ve                        seen my fair share. None like that though. ❜

in the city that we love

            ( And she was no fan of all too famous clients because it directed attention             towards her as well. )

     “At least someone who’s happy to see me today,” she quipped but while     her tone was playful, her eyes remained completely serious. She could     handle people not liking her ( after all, she was a successful lawyer ) but     she did not like the way her own fiancé had been avoiding her lately.

    This annoyed her more than it should, she guessed. Of course, she was     mostly with Bane because it was what was expected from her, because     this was what people who were influential in her life wanted from her     ( and then, there was the detail she never talked about ). But she did not     like his dismissive attitude towards her, especially considering that he     was the one who had badgered her for months until she had finally     agreed to go out with him.

        “How’ve you been since you scared my intern?”

     WITH a barely-audible groan ( there was a rather bothersome cut on      the lower portion of his back from an ENCOUNTER, of sorts, earlier      this week ) he sat down next to her, waving a rough && calloused hand      at the bar tender. The pair came here somewhat OFTEN, so a signal      like that was all the worker needed to know what Clint wanted.

              ❛ The fiancé bothering you again?  ❜

    A single lazy blonde eyebrow was raised at Ur as he said this-- he didn’t     exactly try to HIDE his disapproval of the asshole-ish guy she was soon     to be wed to. Why she was marrying him was BEYOND him ( of course     he had asked but her explanations didn’t quite settle with him ) , but it     was her choice, so he had mostly backed out of it, except for the occasional     sarcastic comments of support.

    His hand went to scratch the back of his neck, the memories of how he had     scared a young girl ( she was INNOCENT looking and really clumsy, which     didn’t quite help ) flashing back to him with waves of cringe.

               ❛ It’s not really MY fault I forgot to clean myself                  up before giving you your information-- it was                  URGENT so I rushed a bit. But I’ve been fine,                  minus a bad hangover or two-- you? ❜

HAWKEYE: Avenger; Human; Expert Marksman, Master Archer and Acrobat

          ❛    yeah, yeah ———-

     the morning paper is picked up with a free hand, the other continues to move the Poptart to her mouth, savoring it slowly if only to tick him off just a little bit more.  she knew he’d forgive her in the end, after all, she knew she had a point &. she knew he knew it.  

         ❛    i’ll go shopping with you old man take it easy.

    OH SHE was doing that just to spite him, and not only did he know      it more than he knew boomerang arrows were awesome but he also      knew that SHE knew HE knew. The blonde grabbed his keys off the      counter ( he’d rather not have to break into his apartment ninja style      AGAIN ) and made his way to the door, keeping his eyes away from the      poptart. 

                           ❛ I’ll ‘take it easy’ when I have some food in                              my stomach. GEEZ, haven’t you ever heard                              the saying ‘respect your elders’? ❜

Boomerang Arrow, Kate-- it comes back to you in the end.                             Boomerang. Respect it.

Why the hell do you need an arrow that comes back to you                            after you shoot it, Clint ?