ayarasky
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning
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You can call me Ayara. I'm Chaned. I'm ClintBartoned. And a little bit crazy, hehehe
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ayarasky · 4 years ago
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"I'm EVIL, have I made myself clear? "
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ayarasky · 4 years ago
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🖤💚 I got an early parole. Only here to say "hi." 💚🖤
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ayarasky · 4 years ago
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First costet to Kate Bishop^^
I still sew her purple suit and wait new wig, but one day I'll make this awesome girl 💜
And I sooooooooo love this T-shirt 💜💜💜💜💜💜
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Ooooh my!
I know, that nobody understands, buuut... XD
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Can I ask promt too? Clint is just human, except that the villain and superhero are in love with him, and Clint is regularly abducted and saved.Bucky and Steve were childhood friends, but now they are sworn enemies: superhero Captain America and the supervillain Winter Soldier. But when Clint is abducted by a third party, they have to unite in order to save him. Special thanks, if Clint too was one of superheroes, but he give up on himself, adjusted his death and lived a normal life.
I love the idea but this is way too long for the snippets I do on here. 
This has a whole chapter story vibe to it and I’m doing commissions as well as these little snips of fic. I’m sorry to disappoint - generally I won’t be taking prompts unless I’ve reblogged a list to choose from either. I don’t want to be a party pooper but I’m only one guy, y’know? If anyone wants to take anon up on this idea though, that’d be great.
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Это одно из лучших что я видела х)
Nat, in Russian: как же меня все заебало. Старк и Роджерс пятый раз за неделю срутся, гребанный цирк, а не команда. Говорила мне Елена, что тут пиздец, но нет, я же, блять, особенная, жизненно необходимо было к Мстителям присоединиться. Лучше бы дальше с Лехой и Леной работала, они хоть адекватные
Tony: What is she talking about?
Clint: how much she loves all of us
Nat: пошёл на��уй, Бартон
Clint: Especially me
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Do you wanna play with fire? 🔥
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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My bow for Kate Bishop' cosplay 💜
It's sooo perfect, I so love it 💜💜💜
One day I do this pretty girl, I know XD
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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All: What are you doing?
Me:
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booty had me like
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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I was tagged by @hawkguyandthewinterdude. Thank you) That's was so funny
Describe yourself with 10 pictures you already have on your phone, no downloading or searching for new ones
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I'm gonna tag @airin-ater. Да, Айри мне любопытно)
Но это только по желанию))
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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It's so hurt and beautiful that my heart broke to peace and became whole again 💔🖤💜
965.
Clint had been chewing on the skin around his nails, because calluses ripped so satisfyingly and they were a small pain that wouldn’t hold him up or stop him doing his job. They stung, though, when he folded his hands into fists and shoved them deep into the pockets of his sweater. 
“It’s not gonna work,” he said. “Who’re we trying to fool? I -” he sighed and fell back on cliched phrases that he’d used before, the ones that fit so familiar in his mouth. “It’s not you, it’s me. We’ll both be better off this way.” 
Maybe they didn’t have the same cliches in the ‘30s, though, ‘cos Bucky was still just leaning back against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest and a tiny smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. Clint fumbled for words that’d make things a little clearer, but Bucky spoke before he’d found what he needed. 
“You done?” 
“We’re done,” Clint said. “That’s what I’m trying to say.” 
Bucky appeared to consider that for a moment, head tilted a little to one side. 
“Nah,” he said. 
Clint blinked. 
“What?” 
This wasn’t how it usually went. Clint was expecting a punch, or some tears, or a yellling match, followed by a week of drinking - except… except this was Bucky, so maybe Clint’d need to be drunk for at least a year. Still, that was the way these things usually went and he wasn’t sure what to do with flat refusal. 
“Sorry, pal,” Bucky said, shrugging. “Not gonna fly.” 
“Are you allowed to refuse to break up with me?” Clint asked, and the absurdity of it would’ve put a smile on his face if it could’ve, but his mouth wasn’t sure it could remember the shape. 
“This isn’t you,” Bucky said. “I know you enough to know when your idiot brain’s taken over.” 
That was what Clint always called it. No one had ever listened before. When he came back a couple days after a snarling match that was dictated entirely by the black pit that hated him from where it squatted in the middle of his stomach, fermented over years from all the bad things he’d forgotten how to disbelieve, he apologised for his idiot brain. The therapist he’d gone to for a while had called it an unhealthy naming practice, would rather he recognised it as depression and PTSD, but those things felt like they weren’t his fault and he wasn’t ready to go with that. 
Clint took a deep breath. Let it out. Flinched a little when strong arms folded around him, but couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the touch. 
“We’ll talk about it when your head’s on right,” Bucky said, voice soft and low against his temple, lips brushing against his hair. “And I promise if you want me to go I’m gone. But as long as there’s a part of you that wants me here -” 
Clint’s arms wrapped around Bucky’s back and he fastened into his shirt there, the fabric twisted tight into his hands. He buried his face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, awkwardly bent over and held tight. 
“You scare the shit out of me,” he said, “and I’m such a fuckin’ coward.” He could feel Bucky moving to speak, to refute, but his idiot brain couldn’t take that right now without poisoning it so he rushed out more words. “Please don’t let me go.” 
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Wake up, my beauties. Rise and shine. It's a brand new day and the mortal world is at peace. But not for long.
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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youtube
Sometimes going down the rabbit holes of YouTube can be a dangerous thing, but not this time.
This is an amazing Russian edit of our beloved reapers. I love the aesthetic and execution. 😍
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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any skater: does hallelujah
me: PATRICK CHAN DIDN’T DIE FOR THIS
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Guess, what I have??
HAWKOOKIES!!!
Gingersnap with Hawkeye 💜💜💜💜💜💜
I will eat them and cry
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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My favourite evil girl <3
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ayarasky · 5 years ago
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Jeremy Renner’s End Titles in the Marvel Cinematic Universe
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