If you didn’t catch the freshman season of Intruders…

You need to get on that shit.


[text; Blond-Bombshell] visual evidence
[text; Blond-Bombshell] but also crappy writing
[text; Blond-Bombshell] tread wisely, buddy

[text: Buck] I’d rather not then.
[text: Buck] I’ve got better things to do than read crap.

[Text] what are you wearing?

[Text] Clothes?

(Source: voilauseless, via moralisvox)


If you’re going through hell, keep going.

(via agentclntbrtn)

Autumn in NYC

(Source: photosetavenue, via feathersofiron)



"You’re screwing with me." To him, it looks the same as it always did. "…right?"

"Yeah, I’m just messin’ with you. Only a little. I haven’t cleaned, in like, a week."



"This is dirty? This? Sorry to break it to you, Cap…but this is spotless. White glove spotless. I could go get a white glove if you want me to prove it.”

"You’re kidding me, right? This place is a pig sty. It’s no where near as clean as it usually is."



So maybe that smile still makes his heart clench up in his chest. Tony was pretty sure most of the universe at large felt that way when Steve smiled. 

"Well…" He draws out the l’s on the end of the word. "..no. Not really. Does a man need a reason to visit his ex-husband with no warning?"

Steve shrugged, unable to drop the smile. Tony had always had a way of making him feel… well, many things.

"No, you don’t need a warning, I suppose. But something would be nice. I would’ve cleaned up a bit."


And inching ever closer across the vast gulf of the couch, like a teenager at the Drive In. 


"That I am."

"Not that I’m complaining but… there a particular reason for it?"