you forget, I’ve watched you split my heart open like a pomegranate and carve out the seeds with your bare hands—nails stained the same colour of the sky as the sun sets in rome. if there’s ever blood on your hands again, I want it to be mine. how do you live with a guilt so large it feels like the moon is always hanging over your head, just waiting for an excuse to fall? what I mean is, how do you pretend faith in a lover who never says your name? I watched the sun rise from the walls of constantinople and considered surface tension and breaking point. oil on canvas, still life of boy with his fist against the wall, cut from hip to collarbone. I turned the night back on and signed the lease on another house. I sewed the stars back into threads of light. I don’t want to be the one putting holes in things anymore. 5 years. imagine that. the distance between us a landscape that learned to paint itself. I called from the wrong side of the fire door to tell you I was coming home. static. and you said stay gone.
Yves Olade, “Translation: an introduction to impossible arts”
Yeah, here I am with another shitty imagine, really, I don’t even know what to say so… enjoy it (or not)
Request: Could you please write a Clint Barton x reader where the reader is a badass archer with purple hair and listens to mint royale - blue song when fighting xx
– Are you ready Barton? You know what you have to do right?
– Yes Nat, I got it
– Alright, good luck there, be quick
I was in a mission with Natasha to get back a magica artifact that was stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D, we were at the Quinjet flying to the place where the object were. The plan was simple: Get in there, get back the artifact, go back to the Quinjet and done. It looked like a simple mission, the place should be empty making the mission easier. Well, I couldn’t be more wrong
I got inside the building very quickly, I was heading to the room where the artifact were when I heard a little crash and a kind of an alarm, when I turned my head to see what was that there was an arrow at the wall, No, not an arrow, an explosive arrow and before I could react the arrow exploded throwing me at the floor, before I could stand up I heard footsteps
– Lost something here?
It was a woman voice. There was a woman stading next to me. I couldn’t see her face, she was wearing a mask all that I could see were that she was an archer. Obviously.