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“ We can’t keep PRETENDING that everything’s the same as it was yesterday. I mean, look around. Half of our friends are either DEAD or have turned. This isn’t a time to GO DOWN with the SHIP. We need to DO something. We need to STOP THIS. ”

#self promo for ts #this is where i've been hanging out at tbh

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“ We can’t keep PRETENDING that everything’s the same as it was yesterday. I mean, look around. Half of our friends are either DEAD or have turned. This isn’t a time to GO DOWN with the SHIP. We need to DO something. We need to STOP THIS. ”

#self promo for ts #working on some shit over here :///

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WHAT’D YOU DO, COME ON TOO STRONG? SUBTLETY IS KEY.

❝ YOU WERE DRESSED AS A COWBOY!! ❞

( as told by megan )

#promo for ts #ALSO FOLLOW MEGAN MY HUNTER ://#we make mistakes but we make them Together

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“ We can’t keep PRETENDING that everything’s the same as it was yesterday. I mean, look around. Half of our friends are either DEAD or have turned. This isn’t a time to GO DOWN with the SHIP. We need to DO something. We need to STOP THIS. ”

#self promo for ts #:///#i did the thing #PAGES AREN'T DONE AND NEITHER ARE TAGS BUT :///#IM REALLY EXCITED

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honestly tumblr user @aftcrshocks / @magictouched / @whcwander / @slavicshadcw is the real fucking mvp everybody please go follow my angel

#& ' THE STARS ARE NOT IMMORTAL | OOC #SHE MADE MEGAN AND I MATCHING HUNTINGBIRD THEMES AND IM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM #SHE DID SO GOOD AND IM SO THANKFUL I JUST #SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS

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so like… if i were to make an indie for bobbi morse… which url should i use ://

#& ' THE STARS ARE NOT IMMORTAL | OOC #h e l p

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so like... if i were to make an indie for bobbi morse... which url should i use ://

#& ' THE STARS ARE NOT IMMORTAL | OOC #100 CREDIT TO KELLS TUMBLR USER WHCWANDER / MAGICTOUCHED / AFTCRSHOCKS #SHE CAME UP W/ THEM ALL

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MOODBOARD MEME: ACCEPTING!!

bobbi morse & lance hunter // @ichorveiins

#& ' EDITS | MINE #i. ( don't die out there ) // re: lance hunter #& ; we ɢιrlѕ нαve вeeɴ rαιѕed тo wαlĸ тнroυɢн тнe ғιre — — ❖ [ aesthetic: bobbi morse. ]#i. ( even when you hate him you still love him ) // ship: bobbi x hunter #ichorveiins #guns tw #alcohol tw

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get to know me meme: [2/?] otps ♡ ↳ bobbi morse and lance hunter (marvel’s agents of shield)

“don’t die out there, alright?”

#i. ( even when you hate him you still love him ) // ship: bobbi x hunter #ichorveiins #suffers softly

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ichorveiins:

hunter grunts as she pulls him over, grinning against the skin of her neck in victory in spite of himself, and braces his hands on either side of her head. he lifts his head to get a good look at her in the half light of the morning and nudges her nose with his. ❝ mornin’ to you too, love, ❞ he drawls ( slurs, really; he’s just as half awake as she is, even if his body doesn’t want to acknowledge that fact ). ❝ look, it’s not MY FAULT, ❞ he defends, shifting his weight to press his arousal more firmly against her, the pressure offering a tiny hint of relief. balancing his weight on one hand, he slides his free one down her side, toying with the hem of the shirt she wore to bed, and then drags his fingers back up, short nails scraping lightly against her bare side. ❝ it’s THE MORNING, ❞ hunter explains, dipping his head down to get back to work on her neck, then hissing loudly at both the offensive rush of cool air and the warm and welcome feeling of bobbi as she tucks a leg around him. grumbling rather incoherently against her skin about the injustice of it all ( can’t the weather see a man is trying to WORK here ) he braces his hand on the bed again to tug the blankets back over them before sliding his hand under her shirt once more, a calloused thumb brushing the underside of her breast as teeth scrape lightly against her pulse. it jumps, just a bit, and he grins, pleased with himself.

eyes roll again in response, a mumbled ‘ you’re ridiculous ’ pressed into the skin of his collarbone, with a soft kiss to follow. for all of the TRASH TALK, she’s not doing much better herself. she arches, just slightly, into his calloused touch, goosebumps rising and her pulse quickening just a HINT. it’s subtle, but it’s a natural reaction that only HE is able to elicit. her fingers latch onto the back of his neck, guiding him upwards until their lips are pressed together. it’s a slow, and lazy kiss that’s thick with sleep and morning breath, but it’s perfect all the same. with the warm sheets and dusty light streaming in from the half-open curtain, it reminds her of an earlier time, one that neither of them, she assumes, can decide how they feel about. a vague longing for him fills her belly, a distant reminder of what it’s like to NOT wake up to hunter pressed against her, and it makes her pull him closer, closer, CLOSER. ( a hint of desperation seeps into the kiss. ) she lifts off the bed slightly, pressing into him in a motion that can almost be mistaken as grinding, if it wasn’t so painfully slow. in the next moment, she’s pulling her shirt off, tossing the ratty garment to the side and pulling hunter flush against her, to guard the cool air from her bare skin. ‘ are you going in early? ’ she asks, breathily, nails pressing into his back. she means to work, of course, but she predicts his oncoming sarcastic reply and opts to kiss him SILENT before the words leave his lips.

#ichorveiins #& ; decepтιoɴ ιѕ нer ғorтe — — ❖ [ threads: bobbi morse. ]#i. ( don't die out there ) // re: lance hunter #nsfw

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PSA that tomorrow is my last day home before i move in with my sister for a little while, so i’m going to be doing last minute packing and some various errands tomorrow. aka i won’t be around much. and then i’ll be driving for two days, so i really won’t be back in action until maybe sunday, but probably monday!!

#i have a DENTIST appointment i want to DIE #& ' THE STARS ARE NOT IMMORTAL | OOC

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ichorveiins:

@elysiansouls

he’s always loved her hair. he loves just about everything about bobbi –– not that he’d admit that out loud in front of people, mind you –– but HER HAIR, yeah, that’s one of his favorite things about her. hunter’s never understood how she manages to keep it so soft so consistently. the life of a spy isn’t all that different from the life of a MERCENARY, and hunter can barely manage to keep track of his fucking beard wash, for god’s sake. the fact that bobbi can find time to gather intel, snap a man’s neck, and deep condition her hair, it’s all a mystery and a masterpiece to hunter. it slides and glides in between his fingertips like water, or silk, and the rising sun makes it look like gold, like that fairy tale about the little man with the funny name and an odd obsession with BABIES. hunter knows he’s about to wake her up if he keeps playing with her hair ( he’s fucking CONVINCED at this point that he can wake bobbi up just by LOOKING at her ) but he can’t bring himself to stop, and eventually the backs of his knuckles slide down the side of her neck, gently, carefully. ❝ bob, ❞ he murmurs, rolling onto his side to slide his fingertips down her arm, his nose finding the curve of her jaw. he tilts her head to the side, bracing his weight on one forearm as his mouth glides across her throat, pressing insistent, open mouthed kisses to her skin. ❝ bob, wake up. ❞ he’s never been anything less than NEEDY; this morning, with his desire for her on the forefront of his mind and his arousal almost p a i n f u l, is no exception.

she’s awake before she lets him know she is. her body is a finely tuned instrument that she’s been training for decades, so when his fingers glide through her hair, she doesn’t even flinch. it’s true, of course, that she gets her BEST sleep when she’s lying next to him. when he’s next to her ; when she can feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping her like a HUG, and she can smell the aftershave that he put on two days ago, she feels safe. she’s not on edge, but her body is on HIGH ALERT for other reasons entirely. she lays there for a few moments longer, enjoying the silk of his knuckles and they brush down her neck. when GOOSEBUMPS rise in answer, she can no longer PRETEND. fair enough, she thinks. she rolls her eyes open when he begs, unable to smother the amused smirk etched onto her WAITING lips. she rolls onto her back with her fingers latched onto his shoulders, effectively dragging him half on top of her. she feels the REASON for the early morning wake-up call pressed against her thigh immediately. ‘ it’s SEVEN in the morning hunter , ’ her tone is thick with sleep, but light, her amusement and own arousal both seeping into it. she tucks her right leg securely around his waist, the cold morning air KISSING her bare thigh when it sticks out from under the warm comforter. early as it was she couldn’t ARGUE against the outcome.

#ichorveiins #i. ( don't die out there ) // re: lance hunter #& ; decepтιoɴ ιѕ нer ғorтe — — ❖ [ threads: bobbi morse. ]#nsfw #ish #we gettin there fam #:///

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