huh maybe you could find like temporary wash out brown dye? I think red would be fine though
those temporary dyes don’t work well over already dyed hair. it would really kill my red :( but thanks for the suggestion! if my hair was naturally red i think that would work well.
First of all, I'm on the bi/pan spectrum and I LOVE the idea of bisexual representation (especially on the CW jeez) but like personally I don't see Clarke and Lexa as a good couple, not because they're both female but because I don't see it as being a healthy relationship for other reasons. It's not homophobic for me (or anyone else to think that) UNLESS they think they should not be together strictly because of gender, which that other user wasn't even really saying, at least what I saw of it
No that's the kind of reasoning that's fair enough and it's a reasoning I share. That person was referring to a text post I posted yesterday saying that the Bellarke fandom may not be openly homophobic but the way they are saying things about Clexa is, so that person quite obviously missed the point of what I was saying by just getting bothered at being called homophobic without looking further into things.
for that anon asking about the difference between bi and pan, personally I'm attracted all genders like gender doesn't impact my sexual attraction BUT I identify as bi because it's more common and I don't want to feel obligated to explain my sexuality to everyone. I've heard this is a kinda common thing to do so in my opinion bisexual can be kind of interchanged with pansexual
I've seen people making a clear distinction between the two tho so I guess it really depends on the person?
(I feel you on the "I don't want to explain my sexuality" bc I guess I'm more falling in the homoromantic pansexual (? idk) category but meh lesbian is easier to explain on a daily basis)
god I am so not ready for the Agent Carter season finale I'm gonna cry
omg I really want it to be renewed so bad. EVEN IF YOU DON’T WATCH IT JUST PLEASE WATCH THE FINALE PLEASEEEe. do it for me, do it for all those kids out there
hi, would you write something like imagine style where the reader has an anxiety attack and one of (or all of) the avengers help calm them down and basically just reassure them that they aren't a bother? I've been having some anxiety issues lately and it'd be really nice to read
(reader insert/imagine, don’t like don’t read)
I apologize if I didn’t portray this correctly, I’ve never had an anxiety attack before so I’m not completely sure how they feel but I researched a little and I tried, please tell me if there’s any way I can improve it! :) (I hope you feel better! <3)
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You curled a little around your bowl of popcorn, trying to sink into the couch and become less visible. You popped a piece in your mouth and tugged the blanket more around your shoulders, it was exceptionally cold tonight. When you shifted again you flinched as pain flared up again in the gash in your side. You almost yelped but grimaced and held it in, not wanting to disturb the Avengers’ movie watching, especially considering Tony had said this was one of his favorites and he hadn’t seen it in a while. Clint gave you a curious look but quickly turned away again, obviously too invested in the movie to give much thought to the pain you were sure was written clear across your forehead.
You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had been working as the Avengers’ pilot for almost a year when the villain they’d been fighting hit your plane and you went down. You managed to escape the falling plane, but not without major scrapes and bruises, including a huge gash in your side that was quickly bandaged up. After the fight was over Steve had come rushing into the room where you were resting with a hugely guilty look on his face. You had tried to reassure him that you were fine but he insisted that you come stay in the tower with him and the others. It only took one glare from Steve to convince Tony to let you stay so it was decided, you would stay in the Tower until you were completely healed. Now you were eating popcorn in Tony Stark’s living room, surrounded by superheroes who were all watching the screen intently.
Guiltily, you looked down into your bowl at the popcorn Bruce had made for you when you mentioned that you were hungry. Sighing quietly you leaned over and placed the bowl on the coffee table, hissing slightly as you tugged at your stitches again. This time Clint’s worried glance lingered but hie eventually faced the screen again once you had reassured him that you were fine. The rest of the movie passed by fairly uneventfully with only a few yelled remarks of, “continuity check people!” from Tony. Afterwards they all bid you goodnight and left to go to their respective rooms, only Clint stayed behind.
"Hey (Y/N), are you feeling okay?" He asked, turning to face you, his brow furrowing in concern as he looked you over, trying to subtly gauge if you were in any pain.
"I’m fine, thanks for asking," you responded, quickly trying to brush of the concern. You had already intruded on their home, eaten their food, and taken up their time you didn’t need to take their sleep as well. He shook his head and moved a little closer.
"No, you’re not. You kept making little noises of pain whenever you moved."
You looked up with wide eyes, “Oh god I’m sorry I must have been so annoying, I’m really sorry!” Panicked, you started to pull your blanket around you, your heart pounding and sweat beginning to slide down your neck. He noticed! You tried so hard to be unobtrusive but you still distracted him, you idiot, haven’t you already done enough? You moved to escape upstairs when you turned too far around and a pain far worse than any of the others tore through your side, tears filled your eyes and you dropped the blanket, hands flying to your side as you tried to press the bandage to where you just knew your stitches had torn.
"(Y/N)?! Are you okay?" Clint exclaimed, getting off the couch and moving around you to see what was wrong. You gasped and shook your head, moving back a few steps only to trip over the edge of the blanket and almost fall on your ass. Clint’s arms shot out and grabbed your arms, pulling back up and to him. You shuddered, trying to keep the keen of pain under wraps. Slowly, he released you and stepped back.
"(Y/N)…where does it hurt?" He asked softly.
You whimpered, and gestured to where your surely blood-soaked bandages lay under your shirt. “I’m sorry,” you said quietly and looked down, your hands still shaking from the almost fall.
He sighed and crouched, looking up at your face for permission before he pulled up the hem of your shirt to check on the stitches. “You have nothing to be sorry for, tearing stitches is a risk for anyone, even Natasha and I have torn stitches before.” He looked up at her somewhat bashful, “To be honest, it’s more me than Nat.”
You smiled a little but it quickly fell, “What do you mean I have nothing to be sorry about? I’ve been basically mooching off of all of you, I’ve been needy, and I’ve just been a nuisance! I have everything to be sorry about, Clint!”You said, eyes wide and lips trembling.
He stopped his fussing and stared up at you, confusion flitting across his features before his mouth opened in a small “o” and he stood up, pulling you into a hug.
"You couldn’t be more wrong, (Y/N). You’re not a nuisance, needy, or a burden, you’ve been wounded. We don’t mind taking care of you, we’re happy to help and you don’t need to worry about a thing." He said soothingly, stroking your hair. You shuddered, slumping slightly into his hold as you let the tears out, and with them the anxiety that had been building since you moved in.