wigglywooing
/ omfg i also need to change the theme. i’ve been on it since september GOD
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/ smh need to update the theme here as well >:(
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/ lucee be active challenge ‼️
thefastest-
it had been a long mission, he had to admit. but he couldn’t think about the mission because he was mainly just relieved he was back home. of course, he returned with some minor injuries but he covered those up so his mother wouldn’t worry too much about the mission in general. looking around the living room, he smiled at the picture of his mom, his brother, and him. “hey, mom! i’m home!”
/ this is my slow return from the undead
thefastest-
tommy grinned at his mom and let her hold him. he knew she needed that sometimes. though, he did have to hold back the wince since it wasn’t the most comfortable on a bruise he received. “it all went well. you should’ve seen me! though, most people can’t.” he joked. “i was able to hack into the system. it was my first time not just being the runner.”
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『@thefastest-』 ᱬ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ every day, wanda believed she agreed less and less with the ways of the avengers. /especially/ when they took one of her children on a mission with little to no updates. her mood had been all over the place, to put it lightly. she had half a mind to look for him herself if he wasn’t back by the weekend, but that was all gone as soon as she heard the door open. quickly leaving the plates and pots she’d been washing, she hurried to the living room, where the voice came from. “tommy? oh, my boy, it’s great to see you!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him, carefully tilting his head down to give him a kiss there. “how are you? did everything go all right?” / anneeee omg welcome back!! great to see you around here :’)
-thatwasodd
“wanda? do you mind if i come in? i brought you dinner.”
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『@-thatwasodd』 ᱬ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ “mm? oh. yeah. of course, come in.” wanda’s eyes drifted away from the television screen, where instead of a movie or show, the news played, quickly turned off as she grabbed for the remote. “vis, you know you didn’t have to… thank you.” a small smile made its way onto her face as she held the door open.
maIibugirl
( they starred up at the human before poking her in the leg to get her attention ) like - - hair . it - - pretty .
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/ with the past in mind… cb? specify if you’d like yk. i’ll try to slowly reply to a few things here and on scarletswarlock.
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/ hi psa here’s the accs i’ll be active (to an extent) on:
— this one
— @scarletswarlock
— @befallenfaith
— @rebellingsnips
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/ bruh wattpad JUST fixed my notifs after god knows how many days
cursedwithrage
the smile on the female’s face was practically cemented there at the moment as she walked into the compound. she was looking down at her ring when she walked into the kitchen, but quickly put her hands behind her back when she saw wanda. “hey, wanda! what are you cooking in here?”
cursedwithrage
kara was just about to open her mouth to speak about the food when wanda realized who was standing in front of her and began asking questions. “oh it was wonderful. it’s such a beautiful day outside and the spot we set the picnic up at was so beautiful. it was next to the lake and there were flowers and it was just so perfect.” the female chuckled softly before slowly removing her left hand from behind her back as she spoke, “well, i guess something exciting did happen, because bucky proposed!” her wide smile quickly reappeared on her lips as she showed wanda her ring. it was very obvious that kara was happy, extremely happy even.
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『@cursedwithrage』 ᱬ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ this was stress cooking, to put it simply. anticipation, better said. an attempt to not disturb the entire compound with her outbursts, or stark would want to have another talk about it. the second she saw bucky leave for that picnic, wanda had a hunch. a very strong one, at that. “it’s, uh— mexican! enfrijoladas? i need to work on the– kara!” being in her own head, she almost missed what was right in front of her. /who/ was right in front of her. “how did it go? did– did something happen?” she seemed happy. she seemed /too/ happy. /and/ she had her hands behind her back. wanda could’ve bet anything on her hunch. “something… exciting, maybe?” she asked in a borderline hopeful tone, fiddling with her fingers— so compulsively, she almost popped one of her rings out.