Can't remember the ones I was going to post, but here are a few small things in case you might be able to use them (and because certain songs are on my brain thanks to my whole album challenge idea.)
By the rolling river is exactly where I was There was no snake oil cure for unlucky in love To be lonely is a habit like smoking or taking drugs And I've quit them both, but, man, was it rough
~Jenny Lewis, "Acid Tongue"
Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing And every once in a while I'd sing a song for you That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me ~First Aid Kit, "The Lion's Roar"
This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud Sometimes you don't even know how you're still standing. Well she looks at you now, and you see how. Well you look at her now, and you know how. ~First Aid Kit, "This Old Routine"
I know I said I hoped you were doing better in email a few days ago, but hope that stays the same or improves and if there is anything I can do, let me know.
His wife in the comics and an incredibly amazing awesome Natasha-level agent on Agents of SHIELD (though frankly, her awesomeness is built on her comics history; I'm just giving you a comparison I know you're familiar with).
I think she was the reason I didn't pursue comics for him. I'd liked the Clint/Natasha angle to the movies and did not want to read through decades of him with someone else.
Yeah. That can be hard if you're not a multi-shipper. His relationship with both was different, but he also became just friends with Natasha then stayed friends with Bobbi after they finally worked out their issues post-divorce and before divorce Bobbi and Natasha were adorable together. It was actually their friendship that got me into Bobbi.
Yeah, and in most cases, I'm not. It's always interesting when they adapt stuff to movies or television and decide to change the pairings and ending. It all depends on what I see first, and then I can't break myself to see the other ship. I don't even want to try even if it does seem like being a multishipper would be easier.
MCU Fill: Stay With Me Nowscribble_mynameMarch 31 2015, 01:11:01 UTC
WARNINGS: references to child abuse and domestic violence, deathfic
"Clint." Her voice barely breaks dimly through the fog screaming in his mind.
Same old, same old Bartons. Death and dying and bleeding out in each other's arms.
"Clint." It's a familiar warm scent, familiar warm arms pulling him up and away from...
"Barney," he whispers, voice cracking on the name.
She gets him out of there, gets him to Medical, hovers against the wall as Medical gets him out of shock and cuts Barney's arrows out of his uniform and shoulder. Three.
"You're lucky to be alive."
He doesn't feel lucky. He doesn't... He's thrown back to broken beer bottles and pounding fists and blood on Barney's head, blood pouring in Clint's eyes, his mother's bruises, the car accident... He shudders. Memory turns but to nothing brighter. There's Trickshot's laugh and his own bloody, broken leg and Barney walking away and leaving him to die.
"I can't-" He just can't and he shudders, and there are Bobbi's arms slipping around him, warm and familiar.
He hangs onto her and the soothing words she's whispering in his ear.
"I'm here, Clint. I love you. It's going to be okay."
It's not. Barney's dead, and it will never be okay, but Clint clings to her anyway. He holds her because she's solid and strong, and he thinks it will never be okay, but he can keep going if he doesn't have to go alone.
By the rolling river is exactly where I was
There was no snake oil cure for unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit like smoking or taking drugs
And I've quit them both, but, man, was it rough
~Jenny Lewis, "Acid Tongue"
Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill
I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing
And every once in a while I'd sing a song for you
That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me
~First Aid Kit, "The Lion's Roar"
This old routine will drive you mad
It's just a mumble never spoken out loud
Sometimes you don't even know how you're still standing.
Well she looks at you now, and you see how.
Well you look at her now, and you know how.
~First Aid Kit, "This Old Routine"
I know I said I hoped you were doing better in email a few days ago, but hope that stays the same or improves and if there is anything I can do, let me know.
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ETA: Gah. Never mind. Muse came through.
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"Clint." Her voice barely breaks dimly through the fog screaming in his mind.
Same old, same old Bartons. Death and dying and bleeding out in each other's arms.
"Clint." It's a familiar warm scent, familiar warm arms pulling him up and away from...
"Barney," he whispers, voice cracking on the name.
She gets him out of there, gets him to Medical, hovers against the wall as Medical gets him out of shock and cuts Barney's arrows out of his uniform and shoulder. Three.
"You're lucky to be alive."
He doesn't feel lucky. He doesn't... He's thrown back to broken beer bottles and pounding fists and blood on Barney's head, blood pouring in Clint's eyes, his mother's bruises, the car accident... He shudders. Memory turns but to nothing brighter. There's Trickshot's laugh and his own bloody, broken leg and Barney walking away and leaving him to die.
"I can't-" He just can't and he shudders, and there are Bobbi's arms slipping around him, warm and familiar.
He hangs onto her and the soothing words she's whispering in his ear.
"I'm here, Clint. I love you. It's going to be okay."
It's not. Barney's dead, and it will never be okay, but Clint clings to her anyway. He holds her because she's solid and strong, and he thinks it will never be okay, but he can keep going if he doesn't have to go alone.
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