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@archerxbarton
Okay… This looks bad.
You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic. Healing factors. I’m an orphan raised by carnies fighting with a stick and a string from the Paleolithic era. So when I say this looks “bad”? I promise you it feels worse.
logged in after years of not being on here, so I am doing some lurking and thinking about testing the waters....
rules. bio. mun.
Avengers: Millennium (2015)
↪@agent19mockingbird continued...
Bobbi snickered. “I’ll consider a horse or a pony for a future gift. But no, you need a dishwasher, even if it’s a small one. Not that watching you try and drink out of a steaming hot coffee pot isn’t hilarious, I’d prefer it if you were in one piece.”
The archer gave a sarcastic sigh and dramatically dropped his shoulders, "But I want a pony this year!"
He gave the old dishwasher a kick, saying, "You'd think with me owning the apartment complex and all that, I could at least get myself a working dishwasher.. " His tone taking a more serious note.
" you’re rubbing yourself against worm food, no offence meant. "
Clint scooped the dog food from the bag and dumped it into the bowl. He gave the dog a couple pats on the head and then let the dog get at the food. "Well, jeez, a bit morbid, man. I would like to not think about my dog being worm food just yet!" He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. "Also, lots of people let their dogs sleep in bed with them. There’s nothing wrong with it," he said with slight offense.
"Beer? I'd offer you some food, but-" his eyes glanced over the items in the refrigerator, "unless you want some month-old Chinese food or a plate of mustard, you're out of luck."
NEIL GAIMAN’S AMERICAN GODS (2001) PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
how was the funeral?
normally, people who die stay in their graves.
most people do not gamble to win money, after all, although that is what is advertised, sold, claimed, and dreamed.
you have no idea what i can believe.
that is the eternal folly of man: to be chasing after the sweet flesh without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.
you’re rubbing yourself against worm food, no offence meant.
gods die, and when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered.
some grifts last forever, others are swallowed soon enough by time and by the world.
i don’t like you.
there is a secret that the casinos possess: a secret they hold and guard and prize—the holiest of their mysteries.
i’m alive. i’m not dead, remember?
none of this can actually be happening.
if they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.
i can believe things that are true, and i can believe things that aren’t true, and i can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
they die like men, after all.
this is a bad land for gods.
i believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
damn straight i’m a hustler.
we don’t need anyone to believe in us.
it’s going to be a white christmas.
they only tell the truth, and the truth is not what people want to hear.
i’ve come too far for more lies.
it will be better if i go.
in the unlikely event of my death, you will hold my vigil.
you’re dead, babe.
don’t piss off those bitches in the airports, or they’ll haul your sorry ass back here before you can spit.
i have as many names as there are winds.
it’s a sacrifice, of sorts.
every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull.
you work for me now.
if hell is other people, then purgatory is airports.
that boy was one lucky son of a virgin.
if it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as metaphor.
i used to think that too, now i’m not so sure.
you’re not so prejudiced anymore.
life is a game—a cruel joke.
i mean, it’s not such a big deal.
i’ll work for you.
so what are you? a two-bit con artist?
you people talk about the living and the dead as if they were two mutually exclusive categories.
i’m cold.
that is merely the easy lie that gets them through the enormous, ever-open, welcoming doors.
you see, i am the only one of us who brings in any money.
all we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory.
it all depends on where you are.
i need someone to look out for my best interests.
it’s easy, there’s a trick to it—you do it or you die.
we are not friends.
the important thing to understand about american history is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for children, or the easily bored.
life and death are different sides of the same coin.
anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly.
either you’ve been forgotten, or you’re scared you’re going to be rendered obsolete.
if you just hang in there, someday they’re going to have to let you out.
you should know that when we’re done, i’ll be gone.
if you move and act in the material world, then the material world acts on you.
he’s hustling you, he’s a hustler.
some things may change; people however, people stay the same.
the best thing—perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief.
even for my kind, pain still hurts.
come and sit by me.
i’m impressed, you have class.
isn’t she the one who killed her children?
if we’re still loved and remembered, something else a whole lot like us comes along and takes our place and the whole damn thing starts all over again.
we just keep going anyhow, it’s what we do.
i can lie to them, tell them what they want to hear.
there’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right.
i got a son, and you remind me of him.
would you believe that all the gods that people have ever imagined are still with us today?
i guess you’re going to ask what i’m doing here.
people only fight over imaginary things.
it’s easier to kill people when you’re dead yourself.
we have some unresolved issues to address.
this country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
if you piss me off, i’ll be gone.
i shall make sure that your needs are adequately taken care of.
it would distress me equally, my dear.
we don’t always remember the things that do no credit to us.
you want to talk about it?
ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
all your questions can be answered, if that is what you want.
if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us, and we must walk that road to the end.
people gamble to lose money.
if i win, i get to knock your brains out, with a sledgehammer.
too much talking these days. talk talk talk.
i can believe anything.
they are gone, but their names and their images remain with us.
there are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.
which path should i take? which one is safe?
if i tell you what i’ve learned you won’t think that i’m a nut?
it’s what people do.
if you didn’t have a death sentence, then prison was, at best, only a temporary reprieve from life.
you hurt people who need to be hurt.
it’s not easy to believe.
the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless.
is that you?
so, you’re praying?
i told you i would tell you my names. this is what they call me.
fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes.
i can see nothing romantic in a death sentence.
i want to rest now.
candy really did taste better when i was a kid.
religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.
i think i’ll stay right here for now.
religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all.
the really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is—without question—the right thing to do, and that is what makes them dangerous.
gods are great, but the heart is greater.
once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.
which way would you walk? the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?
i want nothing. no heaven, no hell, no anything. just let it end.
i got to tell you, you don’t look too bright.
i was thinking more of how you died.
we may not die easy and we sure as hell don’t die well, but we can die.
for the most part, history is uninspected, unimagined, unthought, a representation of the thing, and not the thing itself.
a town isn’t a town without a bookstore.
keep safe. i would not like to hear that you were gone for good.
the rest of them know what they are.
be brave.
have you ever looked at peas in a pod? i mean, really looked at them?
the quickest way is sometimes the longest.
you’re not dead, but i’m not sure you’re alive, either. not really.
lucky guy, he could fall into a cesspit and come up smelling like roses.
comic book recs?
interested in knowing what other people are reading / what your favorite comic stories are!
Psych — Season 4 {Sentence Starters}
“I wanted to be heroic…”
“Even the water’s spicy!“
“I want to see your book.”
“Please, that is disgusting.”
“I have enemies everywhere.“
“Look man, I have been shot!“
“There’s no way I’m saying that.“
“I’m out of here. I’m calling a cab.“
“The thing is this: I am a psychic.“
“You believe in karma, don’t you?“
“Have you ever seen this vandal?“
“No, wait, I’m really quite shocked.”
“I’ve got to get my hands on a gun.”
“Okay, that stings. It’s true, though.“
“I called my folks to tell them I was okay.“
“Did you bring a date to the crime scene?“
“That’s what you use to solve every case!“
“Oh, he’s dead, let’s go kill somebody else.”
“Note to self: Get one of those for the office.“
“I’m just saying, technology is way overrated.“
“How many men would you say you’ve killed?“
“If you think I’m sick, you ain’t seen nothing, yet.“
“I don’t know if you made that any less offensive.“
“I think I broke my back, and my neck, and my arm.“
“You wouldn’t understand; you’ve never killed a man.“
“Not today, kid; your survival training begins right now.“
“Did you really think it wouldn’t set off the metal detector?“
“I’m sorry, but was this chicken seasoned with molten lava?“
“That is an anti-tank weapon, and you’re pointing it at yourself.“
“I can’t reach my back pocket. You’ll have to punch me in the ass.“
“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations which later elude me.“
“And I hope that plan doesn’t end up with us being eaten by a bear.“
“Just yesterday you told me you intend on having your wedding in space.“
“Is there another type of idiocy that you would be more comfortable with?“
“Are my eyes seeing what my brain is telling my eyes that they’re seeing?”
“What are you saying? That he has a hunch based on unverifiable information?“
“I’m not saying I’m sure it’s going to be you, but right now, you’re the top of the list.“
“Yeah, but you’ve never pretend killed one. Repeatedly. I struggle with it every time.“
“How do you not have a black suit? What kind of grown man doesn’t own a black suit?“
“I been trying to call your cell phone! It keeps going to voice mail! I’ve been worried to death!”
“This whole time I’m thinking, This guy is Thomas Crown. You’re barely Remington Steele.“
“Good luck with the Creepy Arm Grab Awards this year; I think you have a real shot at winning.”
“But know this: one stupid move, and I’ve got more than enough plastic bags for your body parts.”
“Wood thieves. My first instinct is beavers, but I’m not willing to rule out those pesky Keebler elves.”
“Please. I haven’t snuck into your apartment in weeks. Which reminds me, you’re all out of peanut butter.“
“No time for your tomfoolery and silliness… That also goes for your nonsense, malarkey, and shenanigans.“
↪@agent19mockingbird continued...
“Then I guess I know what I’m giving you for your birthday,” Bobbi teased with a smirk.
" Mhm. I hope it's a pony. " He took another obnoxious sip from the pot and then grinned,
" Eh I guess a pony won't clean my mugs for me very well with the whole not having opposable thumbs and all. "
+ " Just make sure you don't HIT me . I just got this suit WASHED . "
"Don't worry Spidey! I won't touch a hair on that pretty little head of yours." An arrow whizzed past striking a goon.
"'Ya know.. now that I'm thing about it as far as i know you could be as bald as a baby under that newly washed suit of yours."
Avengers Vs Infinity (2015)
+ @archerxbarton liked for a starter from Peter
+ " I'll take the ones on the LEFT, you get the ones on the right . "
"Finally- Some target practice!"
Clint Barton
Avengers Forever (1998) #3
“Okay, Team Hawkeye, here we go ! Time for our next mission. Who’s excited ? ”
HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop (and Lucky)
Hawkeye #2 (2012) - Vagabond Code Art by David Aja and Matt Hollingsworth
All-New Hawkeye #1 (2016) - The Bishop’s Man Art by Ramón Pérez and Ian Herring
HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop
All-New Hawkeye Vol.2 (2016) #2 & #5 Variant covers by Phil Noto
HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop
Civil War II (2016) #3 / Hawkeye - Kate Bishop (2021) #1 Variant covers by Phil Noto
HAWKEYE - “Avengers Assemble !”
Mighty Marvel Masterworks: The Avengers Vol. 2 & 3 Covers by Michael Cho and Leonardo Romero
HAWKEYE - The West Coast Avengers
West Coast Avengers (2018) #1 Variant Cover by Mike McKone & Jesus Aburtov
