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Beatrix Coulson here, but if you call me anything but Trixie I will kill you. Feel free to leave me a message... Unless its about super top secret S.H.I.E.L.D stuff then you should probably ask my Dad.
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the-ackerman-queen:

musesandlovelydays:

Guys, please I need your help. I know this isn’t Disneyland or DisneyWorld. It’s my dream college. I want to go to FIlm school, I want to become a director and it’s been my dream to become one. I have so much passion for film making It’s ridiculous. My dream college is over 1,101 miles away from where I live. At first my mother and I were not on the same perspective. She thought I was crazy and would never make it. However, the college called me and found interest in what I can do! I knew that was my chance, so I spoke to my mother again, and unfortunately she hardly agreed this time either. Then I thought of Tumblr, we got a kid to go to DIsneyland, and heck we got a girl a bird! So why not college? If this can get to over 100k notes she says she’ll get one step closer in letting me attend my dream college! I know this might be asking a lot but please help me show my mom that I can make it and chase after my dreams! One reblog can help so much! xx 

omg get this beaut to college, this is so important more important than wanting to go to conventions or holiday places this is for COLLEGE 
To my followers: please reblog this, please please please

the-ackerman-queen:

musesandlovelydays:

Guys, please I need your help. I know this isn’t Disneyland or DisneyWorld. It’s my dream college. I want to go to FIlm school, I want to become a director and it’s been my dream to become one. I have so much passion for film making It’s ridiculous. My dream college is over 1,101 miles away from where I live. At first my mother and I were not on the same perspective. She thought I was crazy and would never make it. However, the college called me and found interest in what I can do! I knew that was my chance, so I spoke to my mother again, and unfortunately she hardly agreed this time either. Then I thought of Tumblr, we got a kid to go to DIsneyland, and heck we got a girl a bird! So why not college? If this can get to over 100k notes she says she’ll get one step closer in letting me attend my dream college! I know this might be asking a lot but please help me show my mom that I can make it and chase after my dreams! One reblog can help so much! xx 

omg get this beaut to college, this is so important more important than wanting to go to conventions or holiday places this is for COLLEGE 

To my followers: please reblog this, please please please

//theres a good chance this blog may be inactive after the 10th of August. Whether its indefinite depends on whether things got plan. But either way feel free to unfollow. 

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weaponxlogan:

trixiecoulson:

weaponxlogan:

trixiecoulson:

Send me a “<3” if your muse is secretly in love with mine and doesn’t quite know how to admit it.

"Logan? What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Trixie asked, confused by the look her friend was giving her. "Seriously, what’s wrong?"

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Logan smirked as he continued thrusting in and out of her. Kissing his way around her breasts and chest, eventually his lips found her neck. He smirked before biting hard, knowing he would leave a mark.

Trixe was nothing but a mess of moans and half formed curses by the time Logan had begun to mark her neck. She knew she’d get hell for it when Meg say the tell tale marks but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She could feel herself tumbling towards the edge of orgasm; She only need a little more to push her over.

"Lo, please. I-Fuck! More. Please."She pleaded, her breath labored.

Logan smirked. He could tell she was right on the edge. Deliberately, he pulled back farther than normal so only his head remained in her. Then he positioned his lips on the unmarked side of her neck. Suddenly, he simultaneously thrust in harder than ever and bit down as hard as he could, in an attempt to bring her to orgasm.

She let out a silent shriek, the odd mix of pain and pleasure sent her hurtling over the edge. Her eyes were closed, brows pinched together, and a dazed smile on her lips as she let the waves of pure euphoria was over her. Trixie was glad that Logan was able to hold her up, because if she had to rely on her own strength she’d be lying on the floor.

Open Day ||CLOSED||

dontaskmeabouttahiti:

trixiecoulson:

"Good, she would ruin everything." She grinned, pleased to her her mother would not be making an appearance. "Thank’s for coming Dad." Mr Andrews had returned with the schedules and promptly began calling out names, giving each student there schedule.

"Beatrix Coulson."Her form teacher called. Grabbing her her father’s hand she marched up to the front of the class room, ans snatched the sheet of paper. After scanning over the schedule she turned to Phil. "I was right, we have Monsieur LaVin first. He’s class is across campus and he hates when people are late, so we should probably go like now."

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world," he told her with a smile. It was pretty much true though. He’d had to pull Romanoff onto the mission just to finish it up early enough for him to get back in time.

Phil allowed himself to be pulled to the front of the classroom. He watched Trixie fondly as she studied the schedule. He didn’t get to see her nearly as much as he wanted to, what with his job and her being at a boarding school.

"Okay then, let’s go." He wrapped one arm around her shoulders. "Lead on, Trixie."

As the walked across the campus, Trixie pointed out the numerous buildings, saying things like ‘That’s the art block, it used to be the private dance studios but we got new ones. According to the Art HOD the lighting is just ‘Devine’ or ‘That’s the Drama department, if you hears screaming, ignore it.’

Finally they reached the Library, most theory classes were held on the third and final floor of the building. The Neo-Victorian building was buzzing with upperclassmen, who had mostly likely abandoned their families so they could catch up on their theory. Weaving through the crowd Trixie opted to use the elevator over the stairs, which she would’ve taken had she been by herself.

Her class room was the first on the left, the only one with out a door as Monsieur LaVin found them restricting. LaVin was a bald man in his early thirties who had taken to teaching, like most of her teachers, after his dancing career had come to an end when he broke his leg in three places.

"Ah Beatrix, this must be your Father." The lithe man spoke.

"Yes, Sir." She replied meekly.

"Well Mr. Coulson, you have an exceptionally bright daughter."

weaponxlogan:

trixiecoulson:

weaponxlogan:

trixiecoulson:

Send me a “<3” if your muse is secretly in love with mine and doesn’t quite know how to admit it.

"Logan? What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Trixie asked, confused by the look her friend was giving her. "Seriously, what’s wrong?"

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Logan noticed her excitement as he thrust into her, so he sped up his thrust as he thrust even harder into her.

Trixie met his thrusts the best she could, her hand now between them circling her clit. “Fucking hell Logan.Shit.” A jumble of curses and his name fell form her lips, having given up on stay quiet completely.

Logan smirked as he continued thrusting in and out of her. Kissing his way around her breasts and chest, eventually his lips found her neck. He smirked before biting hard, knowing he would leave a mark.

Trixe was nothing but a mess of moans and half formed curses by the time Logan had begun to mark her neck. She knew she’d get hell for it when Meg say the tell tale marks but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She could feel herself tumbling towards the edge of orgasm; She only need a little more to push her over.

"Lo, please. I-Fuck! More. Please."She pleaded, her breath labored.

trixiecoulson: {Marker Meme} A four year old Beatrix sat next to her Dad on the couch, purple marker in hand. "Stay still." She demanded as she continued to draw cat whiskers on her Father's face.

dontaskmeabouttahiti:

trixiecoulson:

dontaskmeabouttahiti:

Phil sighed, but obediently held still as his daughter turned his face in to her personal canvas. He could always wash it off later. “What’re you drawing, Trixie?”

"No, you’re still Daddy. You just look like a kitty.” She explained with an exasperated sigh. Despite only being four, she was quite well spoken; her mother made sure of that, who put an end to Beatrix’s ‘baby talk’ as soon as possible. 

"My turn now." Though she still struggled with her pleases and thank yous, like any four year old. She handed over her pencil case filled with a variety of markers, with an expectant look.

"Of course," he nodded seriously. "My mistake. How silly of me."

Phil looked down at the marker box she handed him and back up at her. “Okay, fine. You can look like a kitty too.” He opened the box and looked at they myriad of colors. “What color kitty do you want to be?”

"Red." She smiled, glad her father understood the severity of the situation. "It smells like strawberries." Her scented markers were one of the few age appropriate gifts her mother had bother to buy for her daughter herself. 

bespectacledtitan:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

symmetrical-twin:

perpetualcombustioninstruction:

revereche:

bogleech:

elvenrainbow:

shitsuren-chama:

ocean-child-love:

kaibas-paragraphical-mind:

what-is-a-homestuck:

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT

"I AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESS" "oh hey sabrina."

I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid
taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere, 
every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ‘your size’ again
and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.



I don’t see how this is much of a downside
When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve

Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me because everyone would know

That’s great but have you considered
~cosplay
~Halloween costumes
~acting
~cosplay
~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces
~cosplay
~cosplay
~COSPLAY



“When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve.”This person speaks to my soul.

COSPLAY

bespectacledtitan:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

symmetrical-twin:

perpetualcombustioninstruction:

revereche:

bogleech:

elvenrainbow:

shitsuren-chama:

ocean-child-love:

kaibas-paragraphical-mind:

what-is-a-homestuck:

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT

"I AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESS" "oh hey sabrina."

I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid

taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere, 

every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ‘your size’ again

and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.

I don’t see how this is much of a downside

When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve

Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me because everyone would know

That’s great but have you considered

~cosplay

~Halloween costumes

~acting

~cosplay

~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces

~cosplay

~cosplay

~COSPLAY

When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve.”

This person speaks to my soul.

COSPLAY