#warbinary

[greatwoea]

“you can’t saddle me with that little demon again while you go gallivanting through space,” she scowls at chewie, hands on her hips. “last time i had to babysit, she peed all over my favourite sweater,” really, it was carol’s, jess had borrowed and never returned it. she’d thrown it in the wash a dozen times and the smell still hadn’t come out completely. “she’s nasty.”

@warbinary from jessica ♡

[noheroiine-a]

                                                                      purgatory,    in    jessica’s    very    humble    opinion,    smells    like    blonde    hair    dye.      ache    settles    deep    within    hollowed    out    bones,    carnivorous    and    familiar,    stark    in   similitude    to    nursery    rhymes    &    the    feeling    of    weightlessness.    it    goes    like    this    :    take    a   hold   of    a    bird’s    wings    and    RIP    !        or    even    better,    chase    ruby  --  red    droplets    with    trembling    fingertips,    smear    the    liquid    across    pallid    skin    until    there    is    nothing    left    but    the    vague    idea    of    what    skin    ought    to    look    like.        “    i’m    crashing    on    your    couch.    ”       limping    lioness,    sharp    canines    hidden    behind    a    half  --  smile,    smoke    infused    voice    trails    at    the    end    in    a    semblance    of    a    question.       the    doorframe    digs    painfully    into    already    injured    side,    but    she    puts    more    pressure    against    bleeding    shoulder,    rolls    her    tongue    over    grotesque    split    lip.      the    smile    looks    more    feral    than    reassuring.        “    you    got    anything    to    drink    ?    ”      /      @warbinary    sc.

[slothsbaby-a]

        WILL SHE EVER GET USED TO THIS ? no. no, she probably won’t. she can’t stomp down the swell of pride, or is it fanaticism ( ?? ), that rises in her chest. a bright smile illuminates her expression. careful, kamala, your fangirl is showing !! though, it should be noted that she is sure to stand a little straighter && strategically place her fists on her hips : the look of a true hero !! ❛ is everything all right, captain ? ❜ // @warbinary​ + ♥ !

[cryostorea]

bucky notices the twinkle in her eye and knows he’s in for something.  what, he couldn’t say, until her eyes rest on his arm. everything was always a competition. ❛ 'm not arm wrestlin’ you for it, ❜ sometimes he thinks she just likes to pick on him. he’s an easy beat, to someone with seemingly unlimited power. unfortunately for carol, he knew how to pick his battles. occasionally.   –––   @warbinary.

[schandrel]

A BROW TRAVELS UP TOWARD THAT CAREFULLY - TOUSLED HAIRLINE, a grin curlin’ up the corner of his lips like she HADN’T just told him, basically, exactly where he oughta SHOVE IT.

( ‘ QUIT WHILE YOU’RE AHEAD ’ isn’t in Han Solo’s vocabulary.  Never has been.  

Some people’d call that a CHARACTER FLAW. )

He hooks a gloved thumb in his belt, shiftin’ in place to try n’ make up that INCH OR SO she’s already got on him.  DETAILS.  ❝ Didn’t say you couldn’t, did I ?  Just sayin’ --- --- y’ look like you got better things to do, Red, n’ maybe I gotta SCORE to settle with your scaly friend, hmm ? ❞

con’t / @warbinary

[cryostored-a-blog]

❛ if there’s one thing i know, it’s how to take a punch, ❜  consider that a resume. he may not be up there with the big dogs, but point him towards a fight, and he’s in there with the rest.

@warbinary   /   ♡

[warjournaling-blog]

   steam rises from his mug in billows,  and he cups coarse palms along the porcelain sides,  ginger as he rises the mug to his lips.  it’s a remarkably typical day -- muggy for early august,  with children and families entering and leaving the tiny coffee shop wearing i love new york t-shirts and holding selfie sticks and laughing.  laughing.  he hangs his head,  eyes falling under his yankees cap to his coffee,  the newspaper and the worn notebook he jots in beside it.   a typical day and it’s still unbearable. it’s when he feels the presence of someone hovering above,  he glances up,  thinks to grab for his thigh holster but knows not to do that.  he doesn’t believe his eyes when he sees her and -- sees hot flashes of desert,  sees carol danvers thin in rags,  sees blood and sand and -- simply blinks up at her.  then laughs himself -- incredulously,  humorlessly.  

“shit. shit.  danvers?  i’m goin’ crazy or  --  shit.”  he huffs,  guffaws, almost,  then,  stone-faced as he can possibly be -- “can i uh,  can i help you?”

                            @WARBINARY 💀⚡