hjbaltimore replied to your post “Over and over again, people say that, to make great art, you need to...”
Just because you care about something doesn't mean you let it consume your life. You don't even need to care to be good. I'm a published author only cause I didn't care enough about the work I submitted to even spell check. The piece I actually cared about got rejected twice while my backup was accepted within 30hours of submission. Shit doesn't have to be good, it just has to get done.
Deep down, I know that - heck, I’ve been making a leaving for 15+ now exactly like that.
But it just feels.. barren. I’m stuck, you know?
And I’m sorry the submission you cared about got rejected :( That sucks. But it is somewhat like what I feel too - you make this herculean effort about caring just... to get back to square 01 heh
hjbaltimore replied to your post “I GOT MY RIGHTFUL URL AFTER 4 YEARS BLESS U TUMBLR”
CONGRATS
i saw a recent article saying that tumblr deleted a bunch of inactive urls and went and checked and yep they deleted that taunting selfie girl. im so glad
hjbaltimore replied to your post: Something set in the past after the first time the Winter Soldier shoots her and clint tries to make her feel better about her big ugly belly scar except she isn’t too self conscious about it, she just wants a little body worship from him
"Whoa! Bitchin' scar!" Clint announced when Nat pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the ground. "Is that from WS? Because I am seriously about going after that guy-"
"Clint I barely made it out of there."
"You're saying I would have died. You would have come back a birdless spider? You wouldn't hear my sweet chirping every morning if I went head to head against-"
"Yes. That's what I'm saying."
"I was shot, Clint. I was in a lot of pain."
"I know and if I had been there I would have let you squeeze my arm off like the time you got that tattoo and-"
"I don't have a tattoo, Clint."
"Theoretically you would squeeze my arm off."
"I have a high pain threshold."
"Then why did a measly little bullet hurt you, huh Nat?"
Natasha's eye twitched and Clint decided that was a good time to stop poking her in the arm, "I can hurt you Barton."
"I know but can I feel your scar? Please Nat? It's awesome."
"It's ugly, Clint. I can't wear bikini's anymore."
"Oh no!" Clint threw his hands up in the air, "You'll never be able to wear anything like that ever again in your condition. You'll look hideous. So terrible. Can't even imagine what you. With one tiny little scar. Will look like in a bikini anymore. Or underwear. God forbid you ever get naked again. You'll look atrocious all because of one scar-"
"Barton."
He dropped his arms back to his sides and looked at her dead in the eye. "Seriously Nat. You're hot. You have the cutest - most intimidating belly ever. The scar definitely adds to the intimidation factor. I'd be afraid of what you could do to me with a scar like that."
"You are afraid of what I can do to you."
"This is true." Clint nodded, "Doesn't make it less kinky or sexy. Remember that time you put me in a choke hold with your thighs? That was hot."
"You passed out, Clint."
"Hot."
"You're ridiculous," Nat rolled her eyes and spread herself out on the bed, getting comfortable above the covers because it was still too hot for blankets.
Clint laid down next to her, propping his head up with his hands, "Soooooo...."
"Fine. Yes. You can touch my gross scar, bird brain."
"Sweet!" Clint took his time, let his fingers tips travel lightly over Nat's skin starting at her shoulder, down her arm to her fingers, then onto her hip where her fingers were resting, and eventually up to her belly. Her stomach twitched a bit when his fingers brushed over her sensitive skin, but then she was calm and still as his fingers softly traced her newest scar.
She tilted her head and gazed down at his face, smiling faintly, "Thanks, Clint."
“Sure I do. It’s just recently I’ve gotten the courage to say it. Can’t I express how I honestly feel and use it to try and manipulate you?”
Sam and Cas have finally pinned down a newly demonic Dean Winchester and drag him back to the bunker. Turns out he's kind of a dick now, and with only so much time left, Castiel starts to lose patience.
Words: 1786, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: a really minor depiction/reference to torture, like one sentence, Demon!Dean, Post-Episode: s09e23 Do You Believe In Miracles?, Arguing, Love Confessions
Apparently this morning hjbaltimore woke herself up saying "Ich bin schlaf" She only knows very little German from watching SNK. ...She woke herself up saying "I'm sleeping" in German....
