8. Collect items that are completely useless but you need them anyways.
9. Stare very intensely at objects.
10. Awkwardly position your hands on it.
11. Bury the thing. 12. Burn the thing.
13. Salt
Salt everywhere
14. Plants
15. Cook everything with lots of herbs and the ‘good spoon’.
16. Jars 17. “Work you little shit”
18. Mumble to self in public
19. Wave hands
20. Point while staring intensely and feeling things
21. begging the universe to help you make this shit work
22. have a pile of rocks because you can never have enough pretty rock
23. Simultaneously have too many and not enough jars.
24. Random lumpy bundles. Random lumpy bundles all over the house, in your pockets, up your sleeves, hanging from trees, buried in the yard, buried furtively in public land…
25. A lot of walking through the puckerbrush in the dark in long flowing skirts and masks that obscure peripheral vision. Barefoot. In early winter. For Reasons.
Is it liquid or granular? Bless it. Did you buy it? Consecrate it. Did you dig it up? Charge it. Did you invoke it? MOTHERFUCKING KNOW HOW TO BANISH IT, YOU UNREMITTANT ASS CANKER!
a quick draft of some black widow inspired nails. next time i’ll use more decals and also mix the colors to match some of the comic panels more closely. gotta get the hair color to bam!
art is from Odora (x) and (x) and of course Phil Noto (x).
Look, no-one said I was or wasn’t writing Coulson in Secret Avengers as gay. One beautiful thing about fiction is that we fill it with our own meanings. For example: was Coulson really created and written straight, instead of, let’s say, bisexual? How do you even do that unless you explicitly identify him as straight and choose to believe the character is telling the truth? You see my point? In case you don’t: fiction is infinitely malleable. There is no certainty, and there is no certainty in the universe, except perhaps change.
I sense a certain dose of entitlement in your request — which, by the way, says a lot about you and nothing about the fiction you consume. I don’t react to entitlement well, but I am transforming my initial reaction into something positive here, and perhaps you’ll use that as a guiding light for yourself, too. Perhaps the question you want to ask yourself is, “Why am I so hung up on my perception of a fictional character’s theoretically heterosexual identity, and does me being hung up on it have anything to do with my possible uncertainty regarding my own sexual identity?”
