Black Widow and Hawkeye in Avengers vol. 5 #1, drawn by Jerome Opena. February 2013.


Black Widow and Hawkeye in Avengers vol. 5 #1, drawn by Jerome Opena. February 2013.

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       I’m afraid that it’s illegal to “stomp my face into the ground.”

          “Yeah. So?”

September 21st14 notesReblogvia

Send me “You Asshole!” and I’ll generate a number from 1 to 10 


Contains both angst, violence and fluff!

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(( ended up taking a family member to see GotG again, and that on top of my long day means I can’t keep my eyes open. makes more promises to empty drafts tomorrow! ))

Injury Inspired Starter Sentences 

  •  "Ah, that hurt!"
  •  "Are you sure you're alright?"
  •  "Can you walk?"
  •  "Do that and you'll only worsen things."
  •  "Does that hurt?"
  •  "How do you expect to _____ with a sprained _____?"
  •  "I'll carry you, hold still or it'll hurt more."
  •  "I can't bend my arm."
  •  "I can't walk."
  •  "I think I hurt my ankle."
  •  "Stop!"
  •  "Stop crying and listen to me."
  •  "That's not supposed to bend like that."
  •  "You hurt your leg?"
  •  "You look like you're in pain."



          I’m touched enough to contemplate throwing your ex-wife off the nearest bridge for you.


          Okay, that’s the first thing that gets Clint’s eyes to flatten— and dangerously.

          “I wonder if Cap would get pissed at me for stomping your face into the ground.”

September 21st14 notesReblogvia


          ‘you still haven’t given up on me’
                    follow forever/i’m obsessed with you post

i’m going to keep this as short and as sweet as i possibly can. first and foremost, those images above are not mine. i simply changed the text within them and tweaked the coloration somewhat. all credit goes to the appropriate owner. thank you.

  • the babes:

➤ hibernamilitisI know things have been difficult, especially as of late, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are my best friend. And also: you deserves more than you accept. You’re beautiful, intelligent, reliable, and imperfectly perfect, perfectly, imperfect, just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing…except maybe the ocean separating us. That can go any time. Hey, the world has its shine but I would drop it on a dime for you. Don’t go where I can’t follow. You’re my friend (You’re my mission). I’m with you till the end of the line, pal. I love you so much. ♥

makarovs I’m hopelessly enthralled by your way with words and your seamless ability to crawl into the heart and mind of any and every character. More than that, I’m endlessly appreciative of you and your everything. I look up to you in a lot of ways, cherish your opinion more than you might think, and am thoroughly grateful for you presence in my life in ways that I don’t always vocalize or make known because I’m a lump. You mean a great great deal to me and you said it best, remember? Platonic life partners. ♥

➤ forgivenunforgottenI’m not always so eloquent as my silver-tongued muse nor am I quite as vocal when I am feeling articulate. With that being said, however, I would like you to know that you mean a great great deal to me as a person, an individual soul upon this Earth, a writer, and a friend. Whether I’ve told you or not, you were actually one of the first roleplay blogs I ever encountered and because of that, along with the great many innumerable kind things you’ve said and sent me over the years, you matter to me in ways I can’t really properly explain. Anyway, you’re wonderful. Which is a gross simplification of everything I said above but I’m afraid I’ll scare you away if I don’t stop here. ♥

hawksvaneDear sweet wonderful Kite, you should know that you’re the one Clint I go to for interaction. You are one in a billion and are as widely intelligent, enormously encouraging and friendly and warm and comforting, and deviously talented as you are…well, a bunch of other things. Like genuine and brilliant and but effortlessly perfect. I’m so thoroughly glad to have met you and to know you and to have the honor to speak to you daily. And send you texts randomly. Which may or may not escalate as time marches on. Also, I love you. And inside your pocket is my preferred place to be. ♥

➤ deadliiest - Okay listen. I know we’ve not known each other that long but you are without a doubt one of the most brilliant individuals I’ve ever had the good pleasure of meeting online. All the puns and all the horrible (but actually wonderful) pick-up lines and all of the screaming in skype at each other because I sing the Avett Brothers too much, you’ve come to mean so much to me. Thanks for sticking with me all this time. Oh my god, do I try. Denim denim denim. 

➤ awantedman - Contrary to what you sometimes believe about yourself, you are wonderful, kind, smart, beautiful, and a blessing to all those around you. Don’t mind me as I bristle if and when you tell yourself otherwise. You’ve been with me longer than most; that says a lot and for it I am eternally grateful. Thank you for tolerating me, my wishy washy moods and irrational thinking, my bouts of reasonless silence, and my shrieking excitement which flares up occasionally. As the first tumblr individual to meet me and suffer me ‘ness’ in person, I’d say you deserve a medal of some sort, my gosh. I love you so much, Michele. 

  • the beauties:

    these are the diamonds in the rough. if tumblr were erebor, these individuals would all be arkenstones and i would be smaug in my selfish hoarding of them (i am fire. i am death. and all that). to you, darlings: i look up to you, admire your writing, admire your muse(s), and admire you as an individuals, fellow human beings, and fellow writers here on tumblr. thank you, each and all, for making my dash beautiful. ♥

adamantiumsoldier - alwaysyourlittlebrother - angrygreen 
askfirstofficerspock - asksylar - benji-tech-dunn 
bloodthirstygod - carryonthefamilybusiness - cdwalker 
consultingdevil - cutoffthehead - darklingking 
doctorhorribleishere - dxtective - exolviire - ferociousfreckles 
ferrumheros - forgerextraordinaire - gwindle 
gxthamprince - hellsgatekeeper - immortalspxrrow
ioncebrokeharlem isthattheonlywordonme - itsnotflirting 
ivehadenoughrest - jokerisms - ladyredcecchino - malfoah
mischiefwithabite - motherofasgard - nomorebullets
notafossil - notyouraveragesecretary - overactiveimaginings
penrosexsteps - puristmalfoy - quitethehumanitarian 
quitringingforme - resurrectedtonystark - scarredbyxhellfire
skullandridingcrop - sovereigneriu - theharvestmother 
trainedassassin - vigilantist-v - wintermae - xaedificare
xprodigium - xxcastiel - yoroidoshi - yourdearestwatson

September 20th46 notesReblogvia


      I’m touched, Barton. I really am.


          “Are you touched enough to walk off the nearest bridge for me?”

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[text] You’re so xenophobic I can’t

[text] I don’t even want to be on the list anymore

[text] I am NOT xenophobic I am retaliating fairly
[text] I bet your team thinks I’M funny looking, so
[text] I’m telling everyone how craptastic you are

September 20th10 notesReblogvia

(( I am baaaack [a little early] from the con! Basically it was amazing, for a con’s first year we had almost 1000 attendees. I made over ten times my table price just selling prints. Technically, math-wise, most successful convention I’ve ever tabled at.

I wasn’t able to find any comics I was looking for, but I did get a few tentative contract deals into the discussing stage. One’s for a tabletop card game and another is for a non-profit group, and a handful were for private commission work. I also found a couple of really old Marvel figures I just had to buy (Magneto + Cyclops) and also found a copy of the Art of The Last of Us. Our neighbor was selling it and I didn’t know what to offer, and he didn’t know what he wanted to ask, so he put it in the back for us and told us he’d think it over and give us a price at the end of the day. And then the end of the day comes and he just leans over, hands it to me, and says, “here you go neighbor” and absolutely refused to charge me for it.

It was a good day and now I’m part exhausted (10 hours behind a table thanks), part super wanting to write, and part really needing to draw. So I may be a complete and utter waste of space until something snaps one way or the other. (I also lied and didn’t bring my laptop with me like I planned, so no drafts got done, either) ))

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