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i’ve decided that cassian andor is my new little meow meow. my new pitiful little guy. he has the allure of a wet cat. i want to feed him off my back porch and then scruff his neck.

@andorappreciation Day 4 - Kill Me, Or Take Me In

i keep these longings locked in lowercase, inside a vault — ✧ i keep recalling things we never did messy top lip kiss how i long for our trysts

suho is never coming back from fuck ass la and kyungsoo will never release a good song and chen is going to have sex for a third time and never ever will they think of us and have a comeback

230714 music bank recording 🥤 jongdae and baekhyun bumping into each other

it’s that time of year again. watching old exo variety content and compilation videos and making myself really sad

STILL NOT OVER THIS!!

I can't imagine how it is… To be forbidden from loving… ‘Cause when you walked into my life… I could feel my life begin…

im hilarous

BLONDE TOMMY

Circling him

like a solid 60% of weird fandom tropes were invented by women who needed slightly more avant garde ways to fuck spock.... wanting to fuck spock is in many ways a load bearing pillar of fandom like if u took it away the source code would just break theres like a molecule of wanting to fuck spock or reaction to everyone wanting to fuck spock within the heart of fanfic all fanfiction is about wanting to fuck spock except fanfic about wanting to fuck spock which is about women in stem

Posting it separately just because~

Too bad I couldn't fit the -ri and -ur brothers here too! But these fellas felt the most appropriate for the facial expressions and for their positions around our burglar :)

A soft prompt 💜

19. 'It made me think of you'

It took Clint three tries to get his key in the door, splinted fingers not cooperating, let alone the tiredness that was conspiring with gravity, barely letting him lift his arm. Finally the door creaked open in front of him, and he let out a monotone cheer which turned into a despairing groan when he was prevented from collapsing inside by a wall of black leather. He slumped forward, flopping down far enough to rest his head on the cool smoothness of a shoulder, and resigned himself.

"Fuck it, fine," he said. "Take me, I'm ready."

"What."

The words were a new development, and intonation? Well, Clint was waiting with bated breath.

"Death threats come as standard, right? Well this is me resigning myself to my fate." Clint was honestly too exhausted to move but he spread his hands at least, welcomed the sweet release of oblivion with enthusiasm if not energy. "Have at it."

There was a moment of stillness, long enough that Clint could almost hear the calculations, and he'd love to say he cared about the outcome but it had been a long fucking week, long year, long life, and there were only so many fucks a guy could farm. We're sure not in Iowa any more, Toto.

Then there was a sigh, exasperated, one of those tiny signals that the killer robot wasn't so much of an automaton as he liked to pretend to be, and then the world was shifting all around him as the Soldier ducked and planted a shoulder squarely in Clint's belly, lifting Clint in a fireman's carry that was almost comical, what with the height difference and all.

"Holy shit, you're strong," Clint said, involuntarily.

"Keep that in mind," the Soldier said, monotone, and Clint imagined it was supposed to be a threat but that wasn't the way he was gonna take it.

Goddamn, he wished he could take it.

The stairs clanked loudly under heavy boots, which Clint decided was some form of protest; he had ample experience of the fact that the Soldier could move silently when he wanted to. And then there was one of the violent upheavals of motion which Clint's possible concussion didn't appreciate, and he was sprawled on his back in the middle of his bed, rumpled sheets and discarded underwear and all.

"Buy me dinner first," he said, reflexive, and that was another hint of the man behind the mask, that gentle flush that kissed his ears like Clint could only dream of doing.

He was distracted, though, by a movement among his mostly-white sheets, and he painfully turned his head to see a blue-eyed white kitten picking its way clumsily towards him. As soon as it noticed it had his attention it opened its tiny pink mouth and let out a demanding mew that was far louder than its tiny body should permit.

"What." His turn, this time, too tired and confused and discombobulated to manage to make it much of a question.

The Soldier shrugged, watching the kitten like he didn't want to meet Clint's eyes.

"It was pathetic and alone," he said after a second, running a metal finger, so carefully, along the length of its spine to its tail. "It made me think of you."

my references lol (except comic clint is right handed)

they make one shirt :D

guys please i have ms paint and a dream

they make one shirt :D

guys please i have ms paint and a dream

I'd like to thank my older brother for introducing me to this magnificent ship. They give me brainrot.

theyve been stuck in my mind

I needed to emphasize this greatly

whatever i like this fucking uniform

and no they are not makING love you know ☺

bt maybe they will

This guy?? Again???

Clint Barton AVENGERS (1998) #503

My "Clint Barton is hot" agenda was at least validated by this week's Black Widow.

by the art or the “perceived himbo” line?

bc not to worry, your agenda is full! here are but a few entries:

(clint joining the avengers and jan’s literal first words to him)

pretty boy 1 (1960s):

pretty boy 2:

the cute one:

cute qualities:

noted in two universes:

handsome?

rival team:

villain:

actual marvel writer in a 1970s official novel:

ah, finally, an unbiased source:

Is Clint so “I don’t know why I bite” coded because the closest thing to an apology he ever got out of his older brother was Barney letting Clint hit him under the guise of teaching Clint how to fight, so one of the first things he learned how to do was hurt the people he cares about?

Hmmm I think there were a lot of events in Clint’s life that have lead him to have this “bite first” reaction I think.

First with his alcoholic father. Clint really tried to make his father like him. He tried to be on his best behavior, did all his chores perfect, but his father still took his anger out on him. For a little kid who is maybe like 8-9 years old that’s very confusing.

Barney also lived in that household and I try to remember that he is just as much of a victim as Clint was. So Barney’s reaction to Clint’s fight with his father and his fear of watching Clint get more hurt might have lead him to teach Clint with his fists. It felt more like a fear reaction from Barney like “oh god my father is going to kill my little brother he needs to know how to use his hands. He’s figured out that dad is a piece of shit. It’s clicked and I need to keep him safe somehow”

But multiple trusted adult figures have betrayed and really hurt Clint so I think it’s just sort of built as a defense mechanism. He doesn’t really trust anyone with authority because of this. The Swordsman and Trick Shot like solidified this process for him I think. Later retcons had him shown in foster homes that weren’t great either so I think those probably proved young Clint right as well.

So I don’t think Barney started it really. I think his father started it by beating on his own loved ones and that’s what the boys saw. Clearly they grew and knew this was bad and not normal but I think it puts them on edge and so instead of trusting a hand that reaches out they bite it because they think it’s there to hit them or hurt them considering that’s all they’ve really known.

Spones.

HELLO THIS IS INSANE??? THEY KNOW

I see a man (fictional), I am generally like "okay". I see the same man (fictional) being put in a situation, covered in dirt and blood, perhaps soaking wet, actively sobbing and shaking like a chihuahua, and I am saying "yay" and "yippee" and things of this nature