@archerydisaster / archerydisaster.tumblr.com
So.
Hey. [Sunglasses emoji]
I’m gonna try and get into rping on tumblr again I think? If anyone still follows me.
But I’m not as active in the marvel fandom anymore, so I’ve got a Leia Organa just set up here.
And if you wanna catch up or start something small or whatever, I’ve got my email at archerydisaster@gmail.com
So.
Hey. [Sunglasses emoji]
I’m gonna try and get into rping on tumblr again I think? If anyone still follows me.
But I’m not as active in the marvel fandom anymore, so I’ve got a Leia Organa just set up here.
And if you wanna catch up or start something small or whatever, I’ve got my email at archerydisaster@gmail.com
when you want to make a Rey blog because you’re fucking trash but you a: don’t have enough time on this blog as is and b: would probs fuck up the character
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
The young woman looked confused and excited, grinning widely. Before she could ask what he was talking about, her eyes fell on the puppy and she was speechless for a moment before rushing forward and laughing, picking it up. “Oh my god, dad, I love him!” she giggled as the puppy licked her face
There was pure joy in her eyes as she sat on the floor with the young dog. “Do I get to name him? How did you keep him a secret? What breed is he?” she couldn’t seem to stop asking questions, and it had been a long time since anyone had seen her so happy.
He watched her face change and grinned, laughing along with her. Slowly, he sat down with her, reaching to pet the dog. “You get to name him, yeah. Kate’s kept him for a couple of days, you wouldn’t believe the shit she’s given me about giving him up.”
He paused for a moment to look at her smile, his heart melting. God, it had been months since she had smiled like that.
“He’s a Newfoundland. Gonna grow real big, enough to take on Astrid. I... I’m glad you like him.”
“You could’ve at least buyed me an engagement ring.” She teases, leaning onto him. “I guess we should, because someone asked that for christmas.” Wanda pecked his lips. “I say we work on that as soon as possible.”
He chuckles softly against her lips, wrapping an arm around her. “Wild thing, aren’t you?” he teases. “Take a breath, beautiful. We’ve got a Christmas to celebrate.”
MUSE A AND MUSE B ARE FRIENDS AND THEY’RE ROUGHHOUSING/PLAY-FIGHTING BUT MUSE A TUGS MUSE B’S HAIR AND MUSE B ACCIDENTALLY MOANS HAHA COOL.
@archerydisaster
Kate grins at the little box, trying not to smile to hard, the stitches on her lips tugging painfully before she slowly moves over, showered and sore to crawl onto the couch beside Clint, laying herself down and settling herself in his lap, her ring comfortably on and she holds out the other to him with a smirk.
“This is really sweet” she tells him, shifting off of him some so she doesn’t hurt his ribs.
“Careful,” he says, watching how her stitches tug at her skin. “As much as I love that smile, I don’t want you bleeding all over my best Christmas sweater,” he teases.
He takes the ring and slips it onto his finger, wrapping his uninjured arm around her. “Now you understand why I was so pissed about a baddie on Christmas.”
“Oh my goodness, Clint.. Thank you I..” She shook her head and hugged him tightly. “I love it, its great thank you so much, Clint.”
He hugged her close for what he deemed an appropriate amount of time before pulling back with a smile. “You gonna put it on? I wanna see.”
"You look damn hot in these lights."
Natasha smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder before giving Clint a wink. “Thanks sweetheart.”
He chuckled, briefly looking her up and down. “It’s not fair, you getting all dressed up for assignments like this.”
the great debate: drafts or novel
