When I first started out, my regime was pretty intense. Now I don’t practice shooting every day; usually it’s around three to four days a week. The rest of the time, though, is spent working on other skills I’d like to strengthen— hand-to-hand, acrobatics, and the like.
"In all seriousness, though, I haven’t got any sleeves in order to achieve greater mobility while shooting. Not to mention the fact that I think it looks pretty damn cool."
"Not being under it, no; I wasn’t conscious of what I was doing. But afterward… yeah. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with."
((It’s been a month since the last post, ahhh. I’m sorry it’s been so inactive, I’ve just been really busy lately. I’m going to try to answer some more asks soon!!))
"I have, yes. Several times, undercover on missions. And as for whether I would like to… maybe. But you didn’t hear that from me.”
((Blatantly reffed from this image because my brain was dead today and I couldn’t art))
((Happy Valentine’s Day!
I am not sorry at all))
"Though the whole idea of shipping sort of weirds me out in general."
“If you can even call it that… Let’s just say it wasn’t great.”
“Oh, he’s great. He’s taken to following Thor around the tower, as Thor tends to share his scraps from whatever he’s been eating. Dog’s got a bigger appetite than just pizza, let me tell you.”
After he’d zipped the back of her dress up, Natasha wordlessly handed Clint the expensive necklace she’d been given. There was no need for compliments as he helped her fasten it, but she smiled when he let his fingertips linger on her bare shoulder a little longer than was completely necessary.
Complimentary ficlet! :’)
Thank you Taka, I love this so so much! EVERYONE GO COMMISSION HER, HER ART IS GREAT.
((reblogging over here as well because I love this and want it on this blog))