are u still doing the fandom-related questions because i'm requesting D
ayyy yes i am (if anyone else wants to send more, i love them)!
d: what was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?
ohohoho man well i wrote a lot of fic i didn't publish (or did publish and then deleted) back before i settled into my current accounts SO officially from the inception of princesspearl on fanfiction dot net my first contribution to fandom has to be this (it's really bad don't read it and for the love of god don't favorite it please i'm begging you all)
advent calender day sixteen - for avalord - clint/natasha + early sunrise
She’s standing on a balcony in St. Petersburg, looking out over the city of bones with a cigarette in one hand and his heart in the other, when he finds her, a moth drawn to her ruby-red flame. Her hair curls in the aftermath of a shower; she smells of lemon and peaches. All this and more he manages to notice in the five seconds before she turns and draws a gun on him.
Clint raises his hands up, no weapons. Natasha sighs and lowers her hand. “You’re up early,” he comments, moving to join her at the balcony railing, watching as the city awakens under the blooming light of the sunrise.
“You never came back last night,” she says in reply, exhaling a ribbon of smoke into the slate grey sky of Russia.
“You didn’t stay up for me, did you?” He means it to come out jokingly, but instead it comes out half in wonder. Natasha shoots him a sidelong look that still somehow manages to hold disdain. “Right,” he coughs. “Of course you didn’t.”
She doesn’t answer, instead says, “How was your mission?”
“Fine,” he says, and then, because he can’t quite escape the feeling, “Nat, are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you,” she says, rolling her eyes. “It’s just – this city. I never liked it. I still don’t. You being off sleeping with girls of the Russian mafia every night doesn’t help.”
Clint sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Look, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t leave you alone if I didn’t have to. You know I just need information – ”
“I know,” she interrupts forcefully, stubbing out her cigarette and letting it drop onto the streets below, “I know. Believe me, I know. I’m not a rookie. It’s just Russia, okay? Don’t worry about it.”
“Nat,” he says, catching her wrist before she can leave, “Nat. Look at me.”
She doesn’t, not until he cups her face with his free hand and tilts her head up. Her eyes are burning, vivid and haunted, and he swallows as his brain tries to formulate words. Dealing with Nat is difficult, especially when she looks so pretty in the dawn light, especially in Russia where the city streets seem to be unwinding in her curls, and he probably wouldn’t do it if he didn’t care so damn much. But he does.
“I do worry,” he says, and she rolls her eyes upwards again, this time not looking back down, and he takes a deep breath. “I worry about you. I wouldn’t have made you come if it were up to me, but Fury says we work better together.”
“No, it’s because you can keep an eye on me,” Natasha says with a flicker of a smile, half bitter and half amused. “Make sure I don’t defect. He thinks I won’t betray you.”
Clint raises his eyebrows. “Will you?”
She waits a beat. “No.”
He smiles at her, fluttering his fingers over her cheekbone until her eyes close. “I know that,” he says. “And I know you hate Russia, but you’re good at this, Nat. You’re good with us. And I’ll be with you for the next two days, until we go back home, I promise.”
“You try really hard with your pep talks, don’t you?” she murmurs, a ghost of a laugh in her voice when her eyes open, and Clint chuckles. “I should get ready, I have to go interrogate one of the leaders.”
“Right,” he agrees, though he doesn’t move. “Nat?”
“Yeah?”
“One more thing,” he says, and then he leans down to kiss her, softly at first then deeper as she responds, her body curling into his and her hands twining in his hair, holding him close until they have to part for air.
“Good luck,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against hers, and Natasha smiles at him, blinding in her radiance, and he wonders how exactly he managed to fall in love with the assassin girl he was sent to kill all those months ago.
“Bye, Clint,” she says, letting her hands slide down to his chest and lingering there for a moment longer as the sun continues to rise, and then she turns and walks away, the day stretching before the both of them. Clint watches her go and thinks that maybe this is it. Maybe this is real.
Read between the lines.
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there are gods inside your mind
gods and monsters, angels and devils
(it’s true what they say – where’s there’s one
there is always the other)
oh, your blood is sickly sweet to the divine
ruby rivers of sins and saints and storms
they’d eat you up for dinner, my dear
if you give them a penny, you give them a pound
your pulse purrs to pains and pleasures
such sinewy secrets slithering down your spine
your body is a dream for the demons and the deities
a cage of crimson curls and cuts all to catch
a little ballerina girl balancing on breaths
he says, trust me, trust this start, trust your heart
and you think, trust is not for a woman made weapon
here you are, sharp steep slopes and spinning stars
a heart made of hollow hopes and hissing hurts
life is limitless and loud and lonely for little girls
who only ever learned how to run
i'm sure you're all sick of seeing my useless text posts and asks on your dash by now but sorryyy here's another one (i'm trying to do new memes fast bc i still have a lot of older ones that i am definitely planning to do soon)
pearl's top ten tv shows (in no particular order)
how to get away with murder
the 100
girl meets world
brooklyn nine nine
community
arrow
once upon a time
elementary
a to z
avatar the last airbender
i realize atla isnt airing anymore but i had to put it on there so i gave it the tenth spot oKAY
idk how many ppl you're supposed to tag but i'll limit myself to five
i tag avalord, marymorevnas, asharaadayne, shewhodestroysthelight, greywardened
