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No one can convince me this woman is straight. I mean in episode 1 this girl went to a high class party wearing a black suit, like a full on black tux and then in episode 6 she went to another high class party wearing a fancy black dress with FUCKING DOC MARTENS! And then she has the audacity to pull off a baggy graphic tshirt and beanie and a checkered trench coat and still look fucking gorgeous. I will laugh at anyone who tries to tell me Kate Bishop is straight.

thank you for listening to my unbiased informative rant 😌

xoxo

Total Poser

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great coats great dogs : )

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Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova Hawkeye (2021) | 1.05

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"kate bishop. i'm pretty much an avenger. at your service."

🏹 style inspiration:  hawkeye (2012) by matt fraction & david aja

🔍 p.s.  try to find all easter eggs іn the posters

*click on the picture for better quality*

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HAWKEYE (2021) 1.03 “Echoes”

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yelena belova and kate bishop, the future of the mcu, everyone.

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“the best shot you ever took?” “the one I didn’t take.”

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kate bishop 🤝 yelena belova

being the new it girls of the mcu

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Kate Bishop’s outfits in Hawkeye 1.04

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Hailee Steinfeld as Kate Bishop + that outfit

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I really love how Hawkeye keeps saying being inconspicuous is part of his brand as if he doesn't use an incredibly recognizable weapon

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Shout-out to these cuties

I love them so much.

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no offense but bucky not remembering what he does as the winter soldier makes his & sam’s rivalry so much funnier

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Cannot get the idea out of my head that when Peter comes back after the snap, nothing is the way it should be. Tony (who is alive and well, don't @ me) has his wife and his daughter and Peter knows that Tony cares about him - can maybe even convince himself that Tony loves him.

But Peter doesn't fit.

May is no longer grieving for Ben. She's dating, the apartment is different, she has a better job and Peter can't help but think her life was so much better when he wasn't in it.

He doesn't fit there either.

Ned and MJ are still around, having been snapped like him, but he doesn't know how to talk to them anymore. They didn't feel the pain of billions of people turning to ash when they were dusted. They don't get why Peter is so fucked up.

He just doesn't fit anymore.

Before the snap, there was someone. A sarcastic text message. A tinny voice through laptop speakers. A slightly pixelated face on facetime. Peter remembers the few times they met up in person, knowing they weren't ready to tell Tony they knew eachother, they weren't ready to tell anyone that they were so heartbreakingly in love.

So he leaves.

Peter hitchhikes all the way to fucking Tennessee, on the half chance that he'll find blond hair and a southern drawl that used to say his name like it was a prayer. He doesn't tell anyone he's leaving, he's convinced himself that they'll feel relieved to be rid of him. No one is there to tell him other wise.

He doesn't know if he'll find the same person he fell in love with, or someone who's lived five years without him. Peter is too scared to find out the phone number that could answer that question. So when he turns up in Rose Hill in the blistering heat, sweaty and bone weary, he hesitates.

His phone hasn't stopped ringing since he left, and when he digs it out of his pocket, it's Tony's name on the caller ID, a photo from before of the two of them in the lab reminding Peter of how different things are now. He answers.

"Peter?! Kid, where are you, are you okay? Are you hurt?" The questions come a mile a minute, and Peter just waits until Tony pauses.

"I'm alright. I just... There's something I have to do." His voice is shaky and guilt-heavy. Tony breathes a sigh down the phone, equal parts relief and frustration. He repeats his earlier question.

"Where are you?"

Peter hesitates, but in the end he decides, what has he got to lose.

"I'm in Tennessee"

"What-" Tony practically yells before taking a deep breath. "Why the hell are you in Tennessee?"

"I just needed to check something. Look, I promise I'm fine, but I have to do this. I'm sorry." He hangs up, turns his phone silent, and before he loses his nerve, he heads down the dusty trail to the address he memorized a year (five fucking years) ago.

It's like Harley was waiting for him.

The Rose Hill resident is on the porch with a cup of what is hopefully coffee and not something stronger, and a cigarette. Peter sees him and just keeps walking, his chest getting tighter despite the relief he feels at Harley looking the same as when Peter left on that fucking flying space donut.

Harley has thrown the cigarette, the coffee cup has smashed on the wooden porch, and Peter speeds up to match the pace of Harley's boots running down the drive. Peter throws his rucksack off his shoulder just in time for Harley to wrap his arms around the smaller boy.

Tears flow freely and without judgement between the two, hands are everywhere on every inch of skin visible, lips pressed to every available surface. Peter briefly thinks that he could face going back to New York as long as Harley is with him, he can face Tony and May and all the people he loves inevitably pushing him away, as long as he still has this.

When Harley says his name like the prayers they used to utter between sweat soaked sheets, when Peter sobs against his mouth, when Harley whispers "sweetheart", "darlin'", "Peter" like he's in confessional, Peter remembers what home feels like.

He fits in here. In Harley's arms is the only place that he still belongs.

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - 2nd Official Trailer

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thor 1 loki is a literal babey who wanted his father’s approval and yes odin instantly becomes a monster when he HEAURGHed at him doing breathing exercises on the verge of a panic attack when he was using big boy words with thor and said ‘’’’’’no loki’’’’’’ to the kid he knew was suicidal when he was hanging over an abysmal void of nothing