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devil in a red dress chapter ten

chapter: 10/? rating: teen pairing: kate bishop/yelena belova (hawkeye) chapter wordcount: 11,231 preview:

The days limped by like a wounded dog. Or maybe Yelena was the dog, too scared of the sound of her own rattling chain to move. She didn’t leave the bedroom except when she was sure that Melina was in her laboratory and even then it was only to scarf down the meals Melina left for her in the fridge, defrosted portions of the same stew they’d shared on her arrival—Melina was, in cooking as in most things, pragmatic. Hiding in the small room made Yelena mean, too aware of her teeth and her scars and the pressing closeness of the soft grey walls. And each time she startled awake to the banging of the radiator, it took longer each time to relax and return her gun to its place on the nightstand. On the third night, she didn’t bother. Taking the gun and her phone, Yelena slipped outside. Fanny shot her a look of sleepy disapproval—she would prefer to be asleep, that look said, but if Yelena had to go, then she would go with her—and showed none of the caution Yelena did in Melina’s house, stopping to scratch her jingling collar and lapping (loudly) at her water bowl.

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"do the rawr for mama, nicky"

inspo

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i find it v cute when rpgs offer me, someone whose sole strategy is “attacking enemies,” status changing effects. “this lowers your enemy’s speed” you know what else would lower their speed? being dead, from my fists

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this is a real scene in the movie. i-i think.

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When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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Yelena meeting Lucky for the first time 🍕

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YOU can write whatever you want whenever however forevrr. i have to write something perfect and earth shattering and i have to do it perfectly the first time or else

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babygirl u are still so weird thank god

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The voice in your head telling you the dog-motif is overdone is wrong. Do not listen to it. Give them a muzzle. Give them a choker or a collar. Chain them to a fence. Give them sharp canines. Give them pavlovian responses. Give them puppy dog eyes. Put them in a cage. Give them themes of obedience, loyalty and love intertwined unhealthy. Give them attachment issues. Make them bite. Give them themes of taming, domestication and ferality. Give them actual, literal, rabies. Kick them while they're down. Microchip them. Scratch their hair behind their ear. Call them a good boy/good girl/etc. and watch them perk up in response. Put them in a shock collar. Give them a metaphorical treat to reward good behaviour. Make them beg for scrapes of affection.

The possibilities are endless.

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i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal

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my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

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devil in a red dress chapter ten

chapter: 10/? rating: teen pairing: kate bishop/yelena belova (hawkeye) chapter wordcount: 11,231 preview:

The days limped by like a wounded dog. Or maybe Yelena was the dog, too scared of the sound of her own rattling chain to move. She didn’t leave the bedroom except when she was sure that Melina was in her laboratory and even then it was only to scarf down the meals Melina left for her in the fridge, defrosted portions of the same stew they’d shared on her arrival—Melina was, in cooking as in most things, pragmatic. Hiding in the small room made Yelena mean, too aware of her teeth and her scars and the pressing closeness of the soft grey walls. And each time she startled awake to the banging of the radiator, it took longer each time to relax and return her gun to its place on the nightstand. On the third night, she didn’t bother. Taking the gun and her phone, Yelena slipped outside. Fanny shot her a look of sleepy disapproval—she would prefer to be asleep, that look said, but if Yelena had to go, then she would go with her—and showed none of the caution Yelena did in Melina’s house, stopping to scratch her jingling collar and lapping (loudly) at her water bowl.

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Here’s HSTHETE, the 24 hour comic I drew this year!  Thanks to everybody who followed along on twitter this weekend as I posted these pages <3

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has anyone figured out how much art you need to make to make your mental illness go away

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Sometimes I see random clothes ads and think 'my blorbo would look good in that'