MARRIED AT FIRST SIGHT AUMuse A and Muse B sign up for a social experiment to marry someone they just meet at the alter. Both went through relationship after relationship, but they were unable to find the right people. They think this is their chance to find the one even if it’s a big risk. When the day comes, both are nervous but go through with it. Now they much deal with the fact they are married to someone they don’t even know. In a year, will they want to stay married or get a divorce?.
Given this is a common ideology since the appearance of a particular post on the website known as Tumblr, I can categorically state that I am not surprised in the least.
Oh this could be fun.
I swear to god if any of you say flynn rider
DO IT MY FOLLOWERS
when someone associates you with a character you really really love it’s like the best feeling in the world everyone go home
I’ve got not enough money to cover all my bills and still live. I’m asking for help to pay off this one bill, so I don’t need to try and come up with the 257 bucks a month they’re demanding.
I only make 600 dollars a month, and they just canceled our food stamps. I already pay 400+ just in bills. and then the rest goes to medicine, gas, food. I need to pay off this 1400 bill, so I can focus on helping keep my family taken care of, and not the huge payment that is being demanded.
If you can’t help, I’d really appreciate if you could at least share this. Thanks so much!I now have paypal too if you’d prefer! I really need help, please. Just send an ask!
Okay but one day, I really need to find myself a Bucky, a Fury, and a Sam Wilson to play with. That is all.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE THIS IS FROM
"But what’s it from," Phil asked, laying his palm flat over the scar, "I don’t have one, so it’s clearly something that deviated for us."
"The Belize mission in ‘98. Missed the extraction and had to fight my way to the airfield. Got into a knife fight." Joshua explained.
Phil hummed in thought, bending to kiss it, before murmuring into Joshua;s skin, voice guilty, “I made the extraction, but lost an agent in the process.
"Would you accept that the reason for my injuries is classified?”
- "Woah, when did you get that?"
- "Who did this to you?"
- "How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
- "You’re saying this was an accident?"
- "What a shiner!"
- "If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
- "I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"
- "Does it hurt when I touch it?"
- "Let me kiss it better."
- "If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."
- "Another fight?"
- "What happened to your face?"
- "I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
- "Let’s get you to bed."
- "Let’s get you to the hospital."
- "Why are you so calm about this?"
- "You’re bleeding!"
- "What are friends for, ey?"
- "So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
- "You need to look where you’re going."
- "I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."
- "Do you want to tell me what really happened?"
- "Don’t move! You’ll faint!"
- "I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
- "You’re the clumsiest person I know."
- "I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
- "How could you be so careless?"
- "I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"
- "H-how many of them were there?"
you know what to do
*looks down* ….yeah.
Director Phillip Coulson, leader of both SHIELD and Hydra, was not a patient man, nor a particularly sane one, if you were to ask those who had been subjected to his wrath - if they were lucky enough to survive, that is.
And when he had heard about Agent Winchester going rogue, trying to take down the organization Phil had worked so hard to create and maintain, well, he just couldn’t stand for that.
The door opened, announcing the arrival of his latest prisoner, the bright angry green eyes of Dean Winchester meeting Phil’s for the first time and sending a shot of fire burning through him the likes of which he had never before felt.
This one, he mused as he smirked at the prisoner, this one he would keep.
This one he would break.
Dean was thrown roughly to the floor, hitting it with a thud. He looks over his shoulder at the soldiers who carried him. “Thanks for the ride, tweedledip and tweedleshit.” this earned a kick from tweedleshit. He groaned but laughed as he was pulled back up to look at Phil Coulson. His true enemy. “Really was hoping we could avoid this. ” Dean spoke first.
Phil continued to smirk down at him, “oh, Mister Winchester, I assure you, this was always going to happen. I’ve heard far too much about you for us to never meet face to face.”
Climbing to his feet and tiptoeing closer to Dean, Phil bent to pat the top of the agent’s head, “and, I must say, I am thoroughly impressed. With your work and your physique. You’ll make a delightful addition to my little home.”
Dean resisted the powerful urge to spit in the man’s face. “You had my whole team killed. I wouldn’t keep me around much longer than you have to. Cause if I get a chance, I will kill you.” he threatened. This earned another rough blow from tweedleshit.
"Leave us," Phil barked, not looking at his assistants before they were gone. His gaze never left Dean and only once the door closed with a quiet click did he speak again.
"Now, see, Agent Winchester, you’ve caused quite a lot of grief for my men and I. But, in doing so, you’ve also proved your skill level to be far above average and I could use someone of your talent in my line of work. Unfortunately, you possess that pesky little thing known as free will."
Straightening, Phil walked around behind his desk, pressing several buttons on a keypad embedded in the polished wood. A hidden compartment slowly swung open behind him, revealing a rather extensive array of whips, chains, and more toys than anyone could really count. “Because of that, you will have to be,” he paused to shoot Dean a smirk before turning to select a heavy leather collar from the cabinet, “trained.”
He made his way back to Dean, one leather-clad shoe nudging Dean’s shoulder to send him sprawling back onto the floor, kneeling above him. The leather wrapped around Dean’s neck, secured in place with a clasp that would only open with Phil’s fingerprint. He trailed his index finger along the material, where it met Dean’s neck, and grinned down at Dean even as he leaned in to press a hard parody of a kiss to his lips, “we’re going to have so much fun, you and I, Agent Wincheser.”