isaaclorand replied to your post “very quietly: where did all y’all come from”
WE FOUND YOU, BARNES
gotta go f a s t
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ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ // @isaaclorand
“Whatever’s ɢᴏᴏᴅ, and whatever’s ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ.”
The mutant replied, looking up over at the other with a gentle smile, pausing for a moment before reaching into his bag to pull out another small can and offered it over to the other in good faith. Times hadn’t been the easiest for anyone right now, and if anything Craig could do with some halfway decent company. It wasn’t the nicest beer by any means, but it did the job well enough.
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‘ can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!! ’
Peter jammed a pillow firmly over his own head, groaning. “Can I please get another hour of sleep? At least?”
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“I’m not wearing that.”
“Look, either we sneak in as one of them, and you wear the suit,” which she shook at him, “or we have to blast our way in and alert them to our presence so they can kill the hostages.”
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[Text] fuck marry kill l e t s g o
[SMS: Weirdest Brother] ... No, done that,done that a lot. You?
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"So.... You know what's weird? We're technically siblings now. Yknow, since Thor adopts practically everyone."
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isaaclorand replied to your post: (( honestly tho the most important relationship on...
What a fucking legend
WORD.
lately I’ve been so nostalgic for the old days of our tumblr rp experiences that it’s kind of hurt
I’m getting old
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“Hey.
Hey.
The building is on fire, Isaac.”
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[Text] seeking out the coolest new yorkers i can find to throw the best party of all time. the party to end all parties.
[text: Isaac] I am a pretty cool New Yorker ;) Throw this legendary party and I will be there. -Kate
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“You couldn’t do it before. What makes you think you can, now?“
Maria eyed her ex-agent cautiously, hands in plain sight. “What makes you think I want you arrested still? I might be happy with a pink-swear and promise from you to go forth and try to kill me no more.”
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Asgardian Pearls and Other Bits of Wisdom
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Daken had made the necessary arrangements; his elderly neighbor would watch his apartment and water his plant while he was gone for the week, and he’d texted Darcy in case she decided she wanted to talk to him to let her know he was going to not have any cell reception. He left an auto-reply in case she texted that in an emergency, Thor would know how to reach him.
His only regret was that if she texted and got that message back, he wouldn’t be there to see the look on her face.
He had his designer suitcase filled with those items he considered necessary for a week on vacation (not many shirts, his own tea in an air-tight container), and strolled up to Isaac’s flat with a rather wicked gleam in his eye.
Thor had made most of the arrangments; Isaac was complaining about not having met any suitable ladies, Thor and Daken had shared a knowing look, and it had been decided Isaac had likely met suitable ladies and just didn’t know what to do with them. An education must be had.
Where better than Asgard?
Rearranging his expression into something less amused and more... brotherly (he hoped), Daken raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door.
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"Isaac, dude. Why didn't you tell me you were one of Thor's adopted kids too??"
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“I’m sorry, sir, are you lost?
Because I know that you can’t be here intentionally, because, you know,
You haven’t dropped in to see poor ol’ Darcy in months.”
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It had already been a long night. Royal Pain had finally come out victorious, and now that the entire building that had once been known as the wretched school of Sky High was destroyed, as well as its inhabitants- student body and faculty alike have been reduced to sniffling, dribbling babies, Royal Pain had decided to go about in search of any more superhuman folk to baby-fy.
“You.” She said, stopping a man on the street. Of course, her voice was disguised, and maybe at first glance you couldn’t tell she was female- because of the voice, and the suit,only a fool would think she was a man- her suit had breast plates. Once the babies had been delivered to her evil lair of villainy, she had taken the liberty to enhance her suit- Now she could be able to tell who was super and who wasn’t based on a thermal reading in her helmet. “What can you do?”
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[Text] im missing the countdown and its cold
[ text to: actual five year old ] okay. I’m gonna borrow the company jet and hope I don’t get ousted for using it.
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