My Starry Path

23. She/Her. Really just an aroace mess. Sometimes I write or draw. Blackhill brainworms. || Pfp by @helpimstuckinanotherworlddd

[gleafer]

Two Entities and A Baby

Or

That time they saved Moses from the Nile River and bungled his rescue by the Pharoahs wife, so they were stuck in an 80s sitcom situation.

[lucybellwood]

Fucking slain in my tracks by this postcard on my friend’s dresser

[daisanfar]

☄️

[mindtheexplodingplasma]

"A Late Night"

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Practicing some mini comics! Who knew how tedious backgrounds are❤️ anyways shoutout to Natasha's muscles and to Maria's bright ahh watch (it's efficient technology according to her)

[porterr-robinson]

[sandersstudies]

This is so

Unnecessary

[myrrhguy-deactivated20250626]

how do you explain to someone that this is your sense of humour

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

“What could the audio possibly be?”

*unmutes*

“Oh,”

[moonblossom]

If I ever don’t laugh at this, assume I died.

[k-starr-ent-ceo]

Will always reblog this. Cracks me up every time

[gleafer]

Love it, hate it or just okay it; there’s one thing we can all agree on about the movie.

AINT NO WAY AZIRAPHALE WOULD’VE LET THE BOOK BURN.

It’s a BOOK and he’s AZIRAPHALE.

Never ever ever.

[mindtheexplodingplasma]

some more old sketches ive had !! some of these r real old LMAO pretend u dont see like a bunch of changes in artstyle

[mindtheexplodingplasma]

yay first post on tumblr!! i entirely made this account for nat and my little blackhill universe im finally sharing with the world yippee have some old sketches

[blackhillrights4ever]

It is I, the freak

[weswardart]

Natasha’s mission: To spy on Fury and the KGB agent he’s captured and been interrogating.

Clint’s mission: To mime out the entirety of the viral “octopus&puppy r 2 cute 4 words” video he found during lunch.

I’ve wanted an excuse to draw Catherine Tate’s ridiculous faces for ages, and finally did it with Clint. I didn’t even BEGIN to do Tate justice, but it was a barrel of fun, so have a Doctor Who reference~

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[0nkret]

The world is a strange place. Stay silent too long and it folds around you, dimming you like a candle swallowed by fog, letting your traces sink beneath layers of dust that no one remembers. You try to speak, because something inside you insists on being heard, yet the world shies away from voices that echo too brightly, too honestly, too close to whatever a soul truly is.

So you shape masks out of quiet nights and borrowed smiles, each one fitting just enough to pass, each one soft enough not to disturb anything. You learn to mute your joy, your strangeness, your colors.

You learn to mute yourself.

Pieces of you fall away like petals in slow motion, just so you can keep moving.

And somewhere along the way, your soul grows quiet, so quiet you almost forget the sound it used to make.

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

I love how Lara Croft's first instinct when coming across a sarcophagus is to immediately open it and then magically gain ancient knowledge. I bet no one invites her to funerals anymore because every time they try to lower the coffin, she just shows up and opens it, suddenly becoming proficient in Microsoft Excel.

[helpimstuckinanotherworlddd]

Oh early shield days strike team delta how i love you

[purr-in-ink]

🐾🐾🤍

[dimaiv-nov]

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill training Latest commissioned work 

[moonmindedd]

Was going through some of my old writing today and found this blackhill teacher au I never quite got around to finishing. Not sure if anyone's still out there but have an excerpt below for fun.

“You know you’re the talk of the school, right?” Steve asks her on a Wednesday afternoon. They’re crowded in Steve’s classroom with the rest of the teachers, as Fury, their principal, called one of his infamous compulsory staff meetings.  It’s currently after hours and the two of them are standing by the refreshment table at the back of the classroom, taking sips of bitter coffee and chewing on stale biscuits.  “What did I do this time?” Natasha asks, rolling her eyes. “You and Maria apparently argued.” “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Natasha replies, voice thick with sarcasm. Steve doesn’t laugh though; he looks at her like he can see right through her. Natasha, as always, seems to cave under his soft gaze. “We didn’t argue,” she supplies eventually. “I merely corrected her pronunciation of a European city. Some would call it teaching, others apparently arguing,” she finishes with a shrug. “Are you finding it difficult to work with her?” Steve gently probes, nudging her shoulder with his own. Natasha huffs, “It’s not affecting my ability to teach, if that’s what you’re asking. Personally–” she drifts off, spying Maria on the other side of the room. She’s in conversation with Darcy, who’s talking animatedly with her hands.  Her hair is down tonight, is the first thought Nat has. It reminds her of dinner the other week, how soft she looked, but then she’d left without even saying goodbye and the thought leaves a sour taste in her mouth. “Personally, I’m not quite sure.”

[nestinqomega]

*bumps you with my head affectionately*