i want nat to have an argument with someone like
love black widow but don’t love the culture vulture who plays her ? love the idea of race bending and relativity being slid into the big name heros and muses you love ? well, then, this is just the blog for you ! please REBLOG/LIKE if you’d be interested in roleplaying with the [literally black] BLACK WIDOW ! written by deja.
she’s locked and loaded and already cocking the pistol in hands [ literally ] made for it. hearing the words cause her to quickly turn, gun still pointed in the air and hair whipping to lay flat on her back. natasha wasn’t talking, per se, about killing ANYONE. but, on the other hand, she was talking about getting back something that was the sole property of S.H.I.E.L.D – AND, using every means necessary. posture is slowly straightened, empty hand attaching to the leather on her hips, matching her gaze.
“ if you’ve got a better plan, i’m all ears. ”
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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜
❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜
❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜
❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜
❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜
❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜
❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜
❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜
❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜
❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜
❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜
❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜
❛ you are memories and moments. ❜
❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜
❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜
❛ you are not a ghost. ❜
❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜
❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜
❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜
❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜
❛ you exist still. ❜
❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜
❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜
❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜
❛ we end to begin again. ❜
❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜
❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜
❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜
❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜
❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜
❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜
❛ all stars must burn. ❜
❛ the greatest things must end. ❜
❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜
❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜
❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜
❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜
❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜
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slender fingers drum out onto the wood finish, opposite digits twirling throughout the very parts of which her hairline ends. head tilt ; pout painted the color of a rose turning upwards, flashing a sinister smirk at the subject as she refocuses her eyes on them – palm cruising it’s way down her neck and laying there to rest. dark eyes fluttering open wider to reveal a glint from the flourescent lights above. oh, was she milking this !
“ yeah ? THAT SO ? and whatever could it be that you’d want with lil ol’ me ? or is it … from, perhaps ? ” lips hang on to every syllable.
