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People lie on the CV's all the time. Give it a little bit of spit and polish, buff it out so they have a better chance in what is truly a terrible job market.
It's usually skills they lie about, though, not long term partners and kids.
Stiles probably would've been better off using a stock photo and faking a tragic death - his fake partners or his own, he's not particularly picky at this point - instead of showing Ms. Baccari a picture of Peter and Malia.
At least Peter's not taking this whole thing too seriously. ...Right?
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The only reason Margaret could think of for imposing on Mr. Thornton in such a way, was that she had been more affected by the blow to the head the previous day than she'd known.
Why else would she simply not tell Henry Lennox the truth of the matter? The continuation of the charade, however, she cannot blame upon concussion.
Or, Margaret accidentally tells the world she's dating Mr. John Thornton, who is ecstatic.
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Eggsy Unwin may or may not have a few gaps in his official files.
Those few gaps being his grandmother, Victoria Winslow, and his grandfather, Ivan Simanov, and all the ex-KGB aunts and uncles who've helped raise him.
It's not a problem; after all, it ain't like his work life and his home life are suddenly going to overlap due to an unforeseen, potentially world ending event.
That'd be ridiculous.
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H U N G E R by ValiantBarnes (Cimila) for Minilolli
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
25 Dec 2016
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There's power in his blood, enough to subsume a dying forest god, and Armitage Hux returns to his home changed, forever, because now - oh, hunger burns through the marrow of his bones, urging him on and on, demanding more, always more.
So he eats.
But he's more than ravenous hunger and blood splattered gore. Or he was, once. There was a boy who only wanted to belong, wanted someone to look at him, and see him, and care. But he, too, was devoured. Until-
Ren.
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A Study in Semantics by ValiantBarnes (Cimila)
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
18 Oct 2016
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“Oh, Hux.” Ms. Kanata says, rolling her eyes. “He’s an actuary, I think it’s why he’s so boring. And angry.”
It's starts out as a joke, Kylo amusing himself by flustering his always irate neighbour. It's not meant to be anything serious. It's not meant to mean anything. Except-
or, Caring For Your Exotic Plant, by A. Hux.
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Inveniet viam, aut faciet. by ValiantBarnes (Cimila)
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
24 Apr 2016
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Steve feels like he’s in some wild fever dream as he walks closer and says, “Hey, you all right?”
107 looks up. He looks even prettier up close, even (or especially, Steve’s mind supplies unhelpfully) with his cheeks flushed with the exercise and sweat beading on his forehead. He does look a little crazy, though.
“Huh,” 107 says, looks down Steve’s body, then up again. “I know we just met, but your dick looks like it’s getting strangled.”
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16 Jun 2018
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I’m pretty low on funds and need to make ends meet this month, Barnes types slowly into a new post three days later. I’m taking commissions for hits in the New York City area.
Will Not Kill: Captain America or other Avengers.
Will partially refund payment if target turns out to be HYDRA.
Will not go to Jersey. No dismemberment or killing children.
Message for negotiations and payment details.Bookmarked by Cimila
16 Jun 2018
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“Wade, I’m a psychopomp now.”
“That’s wonderful!” Wade squealed and pressed his hands to his face. “We have matching diagnoses! Can we get our certificates framed?”
“No, not psychopath, psychopomp. I’m a Death.”
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In which Deadpool follows his comics counterpart and falls in love with Death. Sort of. She's a part-timer.Bookmarked by Cimila
13 Jun 2018
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“It’s a dark, stormy night, so I kinda thought my past would show up to bite me,” Wade said, slouching against the counter and taking a long drag of his joint.
The ‘past’ in question rolled her eyes as she sat down at the counter beside him. “It’s mid-afternoon and cloudy outside, Wilson. Jesus.”
“She’s right,” Dopinder said, from where he was polishing the countertop industriously. Under Dopinder’s care, Sister Margaret’s had become depressingly clean. Wade could even see the knobbly outline of his reflection in the countertop. “It’s getting warm too. It’d probably be sunny tomorrow.”
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12 Jun 2018
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They don’t kill each other at the end. Erik was better with his hands, T’Challa better with his claws. That was the problem. They brawled in the dark until the war above them resolved itself, and then what were they meant to do? Erik had started it, the ceasefire. He hadn’t meant to. He’d laughed, because all the bitterness and hatred and frustration in him had boiled to a point where there was nothing left to do but laugh.
“Now what?” Erik asked, days after and not for the first time. They were miles from Wakanda, walking.
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07 Jun 2018