a low activity, private + selective kate bishop / hawkeye torn from marvel comics. aimed by lena.
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@bishoots
a low activity, private + selective kate bishop / hawkeye torn from marvel comics. aimed by lena.
¹ carrd. ² gwen. ³ pins.
REQUIEM FOR A DREAM (2000) dir. Darren Aronofsky
my beautiful princess with a disorder.
I wouldn't be a good sacrificial lamb I'd be like a huge bitch about it
PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE * inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
so easy to sink a girl's claws in and call it an accident ₊ that's just her nature! can't teach that kitty new tricks. still, it's been years and it remains an effort to maintain the pristine facade of a tiffany-encrusted brat. the latter descriptor not as far off base as the former, she was as unruly as the set dressing would allow. tonight that meant buzzed not blasted as she teeters about in studded louboutins striking just the right balance between garish and indulgence. no matter even her intoxication is facade, nursing an empty champagne flute as a prop.
out of everything and everyone in this room kate bishop is the least grating and because of that alone she is the sole recipient of a silent, shapeless disdain. an envy with no purpose nor reason ( existing solely to fester beneath the skin and rot behind a tabloid ready smile ) too much weight in such a tiny clutch, she wears her grudge as an accessory. priceless, hard-one, a prize the world cannot see. ❛ shoulda told 'em there was an 80% chance of you not giving a fuck that evening, bishop. ❜ keeping it breathy, the tapering off of vocal fry that was signature felicia hardy.
none of this is fair, not the way she is acting and not where or who they were born to. simply the luck of the draw and to no surprise hers is the shortest stick of the lot. ❛ thought you had it covered. since this is your whole scene, isn't it ? i'm just the girl who slipped in the backdoor when no one was looking. ❜ an errant thumb might seem a well-meaning rescue attempt as it swipes away at the excess lipstick, but her touch is a tad too firm with it.
❛ unless you wanted the dumb blonde to bail you out ━ maybe offered to do a round of shots with them. that's cat nip to me baby, don't you know ? ❜ all teeth as she laughs, an arm slotting into the crook of the archer's elbow. beginning a turn about the room which now carried a current of gossip in the air. ❛ well, i'm here now. you feeling lucky yet ? ❜
her shoulder bumps felicia's, with gentle nudge, dismissing the tension before it can calcify. blonde and black, cat and bird, ballroom crackles around them. felicia always navigates through it like she's the only real creature here, amongst the hive of drones of pearls and jeweled insects. buzzing and flitting their shining wings with snippets of overheard conversation: did you hear she's seeing - ( . . . ) no, that's her grandson - ( . . . )
she barely listens, relieving the waiter hovering by of crystal dish glinting with pear gelato. a second spoon is palmed with sleight - of - hand. an offering to a particular deity. a peace token. or bait. with them, it's all three. she studies felicia in the corner of her eye, the way she slinks magnetically, white hair catching light. the way she carries resentment like another piece of jewelry.
( kate can feel the prickle of it's uncomfortable clasp against her skin, but never takes it personally. ) ❛ you make it sound like slipping in the backdoor isn't half the fun. ❜ tone treads almost fondly. ❛ for the record, i'd rather do shots with gorgeous girls than my sister's retired homecoming dates. ❜ spoon dips into the pale melt, letting the sweetness cut briefly through the champagne dust lining her tone and sting her teeth. cold enough to make mascara coated lashes blink. orchestra sits in the corner with a small pulse under music.
❛ god, nobody's dancing, have you noticed ? we need music. real music. ❜ clutch snaps open with a practiced flick, bike key glinting, a silver tooth between her finger, dangling it between them. ❛ look, i know you just got here, but i'll even let you drive. ❜
Dear Kate ,
Please say yes to my humble Invitation I am sending you here . My birthday is to be celebrated on the 22nd November . Only thing : bring a gift ! I'd be happy to see you !!
With loving regards ,
Wade Winston Wilson
dear mr. wade winston wilson, i opened your letter convinced there'd be glitter or confetti in it. thank you for not making me vacuum x. consider this my formal rsvp: yes, i will be gracing your questionable festivities on the 22nd! i've already started putting together something you'll actually like. i think.
most sincerely, katherine elizabeth bishop ᵕ̈
@bishoots ♡'d.
" look who it is! my fave-orite katie-kat! " exaggeration, pitched so perfectly to get under skin and make it crawl the only way he knew how. tethered to silk as he lead him toward, before snapping just before smooth landing. all calculated. always smooth, never with any slip up.
" you didn't miss me too bad, didja? " continued with relaxed roll of the shoulders, head swivel to crank out any remaining kinks. lenses curious, posture all the same. now to wait and watch her expression change in real time! the spider whispered, blocking one side of his jaw with the back of the hand. " i'm great at keeping secrets, y'know. "
light in the training room flickers in long and humming bands. kate stands with a foil angled lazily at her side, mask unhooked dangling from two digits, boots planted in a stance akin to a cat who's eyes are trained on a ruby laser pointer. sweat beads at her temple and sticks like tacky salt on her collarbone, catching ink of twin birds on her nape when she turns her head to face him. his voice ricochets off the rafters, neon bravado, like he's trying to summon hives out of thin air.
she offers a slow blink, weight of someone ( poorly ) performing patience, a dying art. ❛ really earning that boy scout badge for bravery today, aren't you ? ❜ voice is a dull blade sliding over glacial, not as cutting but promising it could. ❛ if i missed you, you'd know. ❜ the foil tip traces a small circle in the air, and she crosses to the rack, plucking another foil free, movement clean, almost bored. hilt glints as she flicks it against his forearm, then holds it out to him. ❛ you wanna try it ? unless you're only great at keeping secrets, and not good at, you know. actually doing things. ❜
why isn’t anyone ragebaiting kate
on appearance.
¹ ) face & physique.
kate has sharp sculpted features from her father, particularly his jaw and cheekbones. her brow, mouth and quiet warmth are softer, and unmistakably her mother's. eyes are cold toned blue, and alert. her hair falls past her shoulders in loose waves, naturally dark but maintained with at-home gloss kit boxes. her body is toned from martial arts and fencing drills, defined arms and torso. she has two tattoos.
two birds at the nape of her neck, tucked under her hairline.
a tiny sagittarius symbol on the outside of her wrist.
² ) makeup & nails.
her routine is fast, clean and functional. ( pricey ) essentials, since she's usually sprinting or sweating. she uses tinted spf, lip liner and gloss, and a light mascara with her brows brushed. her nails are almost always done too, also, done at home with kits. neutral shades in taupes, sheer pinks, muted nudes. she likes the quiet ritual of doing them at her desk with low music.
³ ) wardrobe.
kate tends to gravitate to clean lines, modular layers and athletic silhouettes. staples include leather jackets in black and chocolate, denim in loose straight leg, long sleeves, oversized coats, athletic and lounge wear, gloves, sunglasses. she prefers blacks, greys, white, and the occasional jewel tone and avoids anything bright. it's a nice blend of feminine and tomboyish. she keeps a black backpack for daytime, and is always seen in her star of david pendant.
portrayal notes, ( gen. )
foundations & family. bishop publishing is owned by derek bishop. eleanor and derek are seperated. kate ( 23 ) has an older sister, susan ( 36 ), but the age gap is wide enough that there's not any closeness there. they're not estranged, they don't fight, they just hardly see or speak to each other. it's part of why kate gravitates toward clint, emotionally.
the bishops are jewish.
training. after being SAed as a teenager, she threw herself into perfecting martial arts, fencing, archery, and pressure point defense.
sexuality & identity. kate is a closeted bisexual, surprisingly to some, since she is someone so sure of herself. it's a steadied mix of upbringing and heteronormativity.
kate is flirty, but there's a clear line between joking and genuine interest.
voice. slightly mid-atlantic, new york inflected voice that sharpens or fades depending on who she's speaking to.
kate is often drawn to friendships with people who challenge her, and she's deeply loyal.
she's blunt but not cruel, spoiled but self aware, and confident but not invulnerable, ultimately someone who wants to be chosen.
if you ever miss kate, find her in -
①. asami, ( the legend of korra ). ②. benvolio, ( romeo and juliet ). ③. susan pevensie, ( the chronicles of narnia ). ④. leighton murray, ( the sex lives of college girls ). ⑤. dick grayson, ( detective comics ). ⑥. poe dameron, ( star wars ). ⑦. caitlyn kiramman, ( arcane ). ⑧. katherine plumber, ( newsies ).
tagging: @marksmens, @lilsupe
the glitter of glass pierces him like a second skin - unwelcome, gleaming and grotesque. it gifts a sour lurch low in kate's stomach, floor tilting ever so slightly underneath her thick wool socks. he looks wrong in her doorway. slumped, frayed, grit of dried blood mapping itself in cruel routes across fabric of his shirt.
@marksmens said, ❛ no ambulance. ❜
breath leaves her in a heavy and incredulous scoff - scraped from the back of her throat, brittle as a snapped bowstring. she nudges him inside, heel hooking the door shut with a decisive, unforgiving thunk that lets the smell of iron set. ❛ you're leaking, man. ❜ it lands flat, clipped, despite the hard spike of her pulse, dancing too quickly and close to something like panic.
kate doesn't look him in the eye as her hand lifts, fingers cutting clean through the warm spill of kitchen light, signs, lucky i love you. dish towel now snaps once between digits, a clean, practiced motion before she aims it at the counter as the faucet roars awake. cabinets open and shut in rapid succession - peroxide, tweezers, gauze - accumulating in a lineup. props in a play she didn't audition for, ( but keeps getting cast in anyway. ) she turns, ❛ you should have called me. why didn't you call me, clint ? ❜ i'm your team.
chandeliers drip light here like molten gold, catching on the lacquered floor as crystal winks in every direction. she has been swimming in it since childhood, and still the water manages to find itself up her nose. a placecard sits abandoned at the nearest table, and digits pluck it up, thumbs smoothing the cardstock once before folding a corner inward, then another, crane wings beginning to take shape between her thumb and forefinger.
@luckstole said, ❛ you don't look so good, sweetie. ❜
the voice purrs from behind her shoulder, and a clean brow arches at felicia, ❛ really? ❜ she reaches for her compact like a surgeon reaching for their scapel, clicking it open, swarovski twinkling like twin haloes beside her jaw, ( where underneath a lavender bruise is blooming, mind scattering to place when she collected that; ) a chip in her tooth flashes as her lips part, nude liner smudged near the cupid's bow. her jaw works once. ❛ that's not gonna fall out, right? ❜
glass angles enough to catch felicia's brown irises reflection over her shoulder - features carved with the kind of allure people bleed themselves dry wrestling to achieve. kate snaps the compact shut, sound a clean little guillotine between them, tongue grazing the chipped edge. ❛ you missed dinner, by the way. i had to entertain two hedge fund heirs and someone's nephew confused me with a weather reporter. ❜ she flicks the paper crane towards felicia, letting it glide across the linen. ❛ so, what's your excuse, pretty ? ❜ kate shines a faux beam - silently asking, is it that bad? ❛ don't tell me you were bored at your own thing. or were you just avoiding me? ❜
MIA SARA as SLOANE PETERSON in Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)
3-6 MOVIES YOUR CHARACTER WOULD LIKE.
ISLE OF DOGS, ( 2018 ).
BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM, ( 2002 ).
CASABLANCA, ( 1942 ).
UPTOWN GIRLS, ( 2003 ).
BABY DRIVER, ( 2017 ).
MATERIALISTS, ( 2025 ).
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katherine bishop pictured at bishop publishing’s annual books & benefactors brunch.