#trish 2

[akastartatthebeginning]

@akahellcatwalker

She'd seen her. Spotted her not long after arriving, though other matters took precedent. It was a big enough party that she could've ducked and dodged all night long. She could've spent the rest of her life denying and avoiding. But that felt like giving too much power to the elephant in the room. "So," she said, walking up beside Trish. "You work for SHIELD now." She picked up the drink in her hand and tilted it back. Liquor was definitely necessary here.

[strongestavengerthor]

@akahellcatwalker sent “You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine... I’m fine...”

"I have the strangest sense of -- what is it you call it? Deja-vu," he said, arching a brow. "Must I once again extol the virtues of our medical wing and its staff?"

[akawhiskeymess]

@akahellcat​

Jessica hated shopping for clothes. It was a pain in the ass, and she avoided it as much as humanly possible. But when the crappy dryer in her apartment ate her last pair of socks she finally gave in. She walked in the million-degree weather to the local store, some place she normally would never be caught dead in. It was the closest and the cheapest, so it was really the only goddamn option.

She grabbed the first pack of socks she found and slammed them onto the counter. Only then did she look up and see the familiar face staring back at her. “Fancy seeing you here,” she said. A small smile was pulling at her lips. A rarity, especially for their current location. “You look about as thrilled to be here as I am.” 

[goddamndumbass]

I’m Just A Kid & Life Is A Nightmare || Trishica Teens

@akahellcatwalker

“  i can’t stand the sight of me either  ” (flashback maybe?)

“Shut up,” Jessica muttered, soaking the gauze in rubbing alcohol. It was a bad one tonight, Dorothy was in a real goddamn mood. Some Patsy negotiation had gone sour, the network was apparently ‘on the fence’ about the whole show after the tablecloth incident. Not even adopting an orphan was enough to sway them. “She’s full of shit,” Jessica continued, swiping at the cut on Trish’s lip. Dorothy was usually more careful, she didn’t like to leave evidence that couldn’t be covered up. But tonight she had been screaming about how if middle America doesn’t want to look at your face, then neither do I! 

Sometimes, after moments like this, Trish was full of righteous anger. She practically vibrated with it, glowed with it. But sometimes... sometimes she fell into the hole that Jessica never seemed to be able to crawl out of. This deep, dark place. The one light in the bathroom bathed Trish in a harsh glow, shining off her hair, but casting a shadow over the bruises and cuts. Tonight, Jessica knew a simple screw her and slipping away one of Dorothy’s bottles wasn’t going to cut it. She tossed the gauze aside and stood up, holding out a hand. “Let’s get out of here,” she declared. 

[sparklingdumbass]

text]: You pretty much lost your mind. Your ego has gotten ten time the size of your balls. (Probs meant for Tony)

(✉ → ???): I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m not gonna argue with a compliment like that. (✉ → ???): Out of curiosity -- who is this?