This Looks Bad.

Dog owner, avenger, archer, and generally a human crap-sack tire fire of a human being.  (Private blog for West Coast Avengers RP.) Questions go here.

[incorrectyoungavengersquotes]

If the men find out we can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church.

Kate Bishop, on contouring (via incorrectyoungavengersquotes)

@itsjusthawkeye

[visionforhumanity-blog]

2% Milk of Human Kindness || Clint and Vision

There’s a tension in the kitchen, an anxious energy that’s palpable. Perspiration beads and drips from furrowed brows. Hands that hold knives tremble as years of training and precision run up against an artificial–but substantial–fear. Trained eyes squint and then go wide with panic. Glass shatters, spectators gasp.

All of this is documented in such a way to heighten the drama. There are tight, zooming camera shots on scowling faces, bandaged hands, shaking tools. Subtle music added to the spectacle plays at a quick tempo, a savage avatar of racing human hearts.

Vision tips his head to the side as he observes. 

“If the preparation of food is considered an art, why is then also considered a torment?”

[hawkeye616]

Clint is struggling to decide which is more interesting, watching the show or watching Vis watching the show. He couldn't tell if the man(?) was enjoying it or not (not to mention if he felt enjoyment at all, or would recognize it if he could).

Man, the world had gotten way weird.

He saw Vis tilt his head out of the corner of his eye; a clear sign that he was about to ask a question. As usual, it was one Clint was woefully unprepared for.

"Uh..." starting off on a strong note, Barton. "Could be a couple reasons, I guess. People'll turn anything into a competition, especially for TV. Sometimes it's fun to put crazy rules around everyday stuff to make it more interesting." He shrugged like he might just be talking out of his ass. "Could be that most stuff in life, I mean, shit that's worth it, means some kinda pain. It's a tradeoff, you know?" He looked away from the screen where the contestants were looking frantic at the 5 minute warning. Arcadian was an idiot for trying to make risotto in the appetizer round, and Debra still hadn't touched the kimchi she had to incorporate into her plate. The contestants certainly did look tortured, but he knew from experience that there was so much more than that behind those wide eyes.

[chiizuburger]

Steve reassuring Clint that his place in Avengers is important and of value means so much 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

[hawkeye616]

Hear No Evil II Open Starter

[hawkeye616]

Clint was still trudging along, contemplating getting out his phone to text Remy about what happened when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a very muffled female voice saying his name. He spun around, perhaps a little too quickly for his adjusting equilibrium and wobbled for a second on his feet.

He didn’t recognize the woman in front of him. Or she looked familiar, but not like they’d been introduced, maybe she went to the same coffee shop as him?

She handed him his release paperwork, which apparently had missed his pocket.

’…Remy….friend…Woke(?) …..met(bet?) once or twice.’ He rubbed the bridge of his nose and signed [sign] at her, lifting his shoulders and eyebrows to make it a question.

He hated talking when he couldn’t hear. He wanted to be able to just tell people to fuck off, but he was still nervous about someone hearing him when he can’t self correct and his words go soft and rounded on the edges.

He unfolded the paper she had saved and showed it to her.

HEARING LOSS DUE TO CONCUSSIVE FORCE/SOUND.

[hawkeye616]

Rogue darted a covered hand out to catch his arm, keeping him from tipping over when he wobbled a bit. As he rubbed his nose and signed at her, she smacked herself in the forehead. Idiot girl. She thought to herself as she shook her head. Combing through the multitude of things she’d learned from the people she’d absorbed, she paused at waht she’d labeled as “ ASL”. She was rusty, having only needed the skill a few times before, but it’d be better than nothing.

Sorry. She signed to him. I’m Rogue. Remy’s friend. She hated to admit that it took her longer to finger spell some of the words, but she’d get the hang of it in a few more times. She usually did.

When she read the paper, she frowned softly and looked up at him. Sorry. You alright?

Hawkeye616:

Clint shot off a quick 'thank you' when she helped him balance, falling and cracking his skull was probably the last thing he needed, everyone was going to be mad enough at him for this, he didn't need to make it worse.

His eyebrows shot up with surprise as she started signing and it was all he could do to keep himself from excitedly replying 'you sign!'.

When he gave a real reply it was slow so she would have time to understand it. 'Yes. Old news. Need a couple day no hearing aids to better.' He hoped keeping it simple would make it easier to understand, rather than harder.

'Walk, my place me? Hear more away from-' he gestured at the crowded street around them.

[hawkeye616]

Chance Encounter II Loki and Clint

[mischief-is-my-nature]

Hawkeye616:

Clint blinked at the kid, not expecting that as a response. “Storm. Yeah, I guess you could call her that. There are a lot of people running around these days that fit the title.” And in his own way he was happy to not be one of them. Sure, having powers would make it easier to keep up with the group of lunatics he called a team, but he wasn’t sure he’d really be him anymore.

“Do you want me to walk with you?” He felt some kind of pull at the edges of his mind, an instinctual knowledge that the kid was more than he appeared, was hiding something. Clint wanted to know what it was.

mischief-is-my-nature:

Loki looked up at the archer, blinking and wondering why the man wanted to walk with him. Had he figured out who he was? Was he suspecting something? Or was it just because he was in the form of a child and it would make Barton a responsible adult if he would make sure everything was alright?

Right now the sorcerer however didn’t see any problem with the idea of the man following him. If Barton would figure out who he was, he could just use his magic to escape. End of that story.

Besides, it could be more suspicious to say ‘no’ when an adult is offering their help in a place like this. At least when he and Thor had done so in their childhood, telling someone that they were fine was usually a way to get even more questions and people following you.

Loki shrugged. “Why not. If you aren’t in a hurry,” he replied, straightening his shirt and pulling his sleeves back to his wrists where they had moved from when he had leaned against the fence.

[hawkeye616]

mischief-is-my-nature:

Loki looked up at the archer, blinking and wondering why the man wanted to walk with him. Had he figured out who he was? Was he suspecting something? Or was it just because he was in the form of a child and it would make Barton a responsible adult if he would make sure everything was alright?

Right now the sorcerer however didn’t see any problem with the idea of the man following him. If Barton would figure out who he was, he could just use his magic to escape. End of that story.

Besides, it could be more suspicious to say ‘no’ when an adult is offering their help in a place like this. At least when he and Thor had done so in their childhood, telling someone that they were fine was usually a way to get even more questions and people following you.

Loki shrugged. “Why not. If you aren’t in a hurry,” he replied, straightening his shirt and pulling his sleeves back to his wrists where they had moved from when he had leaned against the fence.

Hawkeye616:

Clint couldn't put his finger on what had him so on edge with this kid. Whatever it was, as they spoke the sense of uneasiness continued, creeping in like frost on a window pane. It felt like the echoes of magic he'd just let the professor remove from his brain not an hour before.

"I'm not, 'sides, I'd like to meet your parents. Congratulate them on having such an independent and articulate kiddo." He kept his smile fixed but unstrained. "You never did tell me your name earlier." He didn't make it a question, if the kid didn't want to share he wouldn't make him, but still...he needed to get to the bottom of this.

[hawkeye616]

We have to keep meeting like this ll Darcy and Clint

[hawkeye616]

Darcy’s face morphed into horror when she watched him scramble for his aid. “Oh my shit bals. I am so sorry.” She quickly aopologized, stopping their walking so she could grab his arms and look him over. “I forget all the time I’m so sorry.”

She grinned when he did, tucking herself under his arm, head resting on his shoulder. “Damn right!” She agreed, giving him a quick squeeze. “So pretty that I can barely look at you.”

As Clint complimented her cupcakes, it was her turn to get the cocky grin. “Multiple major changes and the need to do something at four am means enough practice to master the art of baking.” She bragged. “And since you went and inflated my ego enough for the day, I’ll be sure to make you whatever your little princess heart desires.”

Hawkeye616:

“Don’t worry your shit balls about it.” He waved her off, “You didn’t break me, little bit. We’re good.” He blushed a little, not wanting her to make a big deal of it, but at least a little appreciative of her acknowledging that it was something to remember. There seemed to be two types of people, those who saw him differently after learning about his aids or those who conspicuously ignored it. It was kind of comforting to have someone just forget.

“Maybe that’s what I should do when I can’t sleep. I cook plenty, but I’m not much of a baker. Any tips, oh master cupcaker?” His eyebrows shot up, not about to let this chance get away. “Chocolate with cheesecake filling please.”

[hawkeye616]

Sail Hydra II OPEN STARTER

[hawkeye616]

Tommy was just starting to get his bearings again when the container lurched once more, causing him to lose his balance. “Heck fuck,” he muttered, opening up another box. This one contained what looked like rows of grenades, separated from each other and padded to prevent them rolling. Oh, he could totally set off a couple of those and get out of the container that way destroying the rest of the arms in the process—wait, what the hell, that’s a terrible idea. Why would you even think that? Besides, these probably belonged to the military. Totally legitimate.

Before he had a chance to dwell on it, though, the container stopped moving. For a moment, Tommy thought they were about to start lowering it, but they didn’t. It just hung there. Was that normal? Had something interrupted it? Tommy considered phasing out again, but he’d fall straight to the ground.

His deliberation was stopped moments later when the sound of—okay, that definitely sounded like firearms. Was someone shooting at the container? The container filled with explosives and assault rifles? That he was currently standing in with nothing but his running shoes and his beautiful hair to protect him?

No…the shots weren’t connecting with the metal, the must be aimed at something nearby. Just as Tommy was about to move again, the container shifted suddenly, causing one of the grenades from the open box to spill over the side and his the floor with a metallic clunk.

“Oh shit, oh shit.” Tommy dived for it before it could roll out of his reach, snatching it up along with the one he was already holding. Thankfully, the pin was still in place.

Hawkeye616

Outside the container things had gotten...complicated. While swinging over to the crane had been badass, it had also been obvious and it didn’t take long for the bad guy boots on the ground to start with the shooting. Luckily they were on par with Stormtroopers, but that didn’t leave Clint feeling much more secure in his current position which was hanging from the swing arm and still being goddamn shot at.

“If you guys let me come down I’ll teach you how to actually hit what you’re shooting at!” He shouted, though they didn’t seem interested in taking him up on his offer. Well, that limited his options.

Ugh, my knees are going to hate me tomorrow.

He dropped down onto the swinging container and landed in a crouch, though the impact still rattled his teeth.

This kid had better be grateful.

He leaned over the front of the container, poking his head in the still open door. “Yo, thin mint, time to get outta dodge.”

[hawkeye616]

Fancy Meeting You Here || Alison and Clint

[axrp-dazzler-blog]

Alison took Clint’s arm readily, but her eyes were looking elsewhere. There was going to be some kind of hand off. Fury hadn’t been clear what package was Clint was supposed to intercept, only that Alison was a means to get the spy inside the event. Whatever it was, it had to be serious if he was pulling them both into this mess. 

“I said I was old, Barton, I never said I couldn’t kick your ass. In a bare knuckle brawl, I’d be much more worried about going toe to toe with Bee Dubya,” Alison said, firing Clint a self-satisfied glance before turning to watch the guests once more. There were armed guards in nice suits hidden among the titans of industry and tech giants. They didn’t look like security to the untrained eye, but Alison could see the outlines of holsters at their ankles. If their guns weren’t a dead give away, their grim expressions were enough of a tell. They hadn’t gotten the memo: this was a party. 

“I’m sorry,” Alison said, simply, as Clint continued. It would have been nice of Fury to have given her a heads up, but that was never his style she supposed. Bobbi and Clint seemed to intertwined when Alison last saw them, it was hard to believe Clint’s words. At least Clint could say they were still friends. She almost forgot that some marriages end amicably instead of through a multidimensional separation. 

“You suits never quit, huh?” Alison said as she leaned in close to Clint. “I thought my campaigning was still on the hush-hush. Still keeping tabs on washed up superheroes, are you? Here Nick had me believing you’d settled down and left our world behind.”

[hawkeye616]

Hawkeye616:

Clint snorted. “I’ve got no doubt of that, Blaire. These days I think most folks in the biz could take me. More and more kids popping up with powers seems. The school of yours must be overrun by now.” It probably wasn’t PC to refer to the Xavier School that way, but it sometimes seemed like anyone who set foot in the place felt some kind of ownership of it. That was probably a good thing though.

“Hey, no, it’s fine. It was the right call. She was always too good for me anyway. What about you? Seeing anyone?” He figured one good turn deserved another and hell, she was more used to the spotlight than he was. As they talked they made their way around the room, subtly sharing looks about the not-so-subtle armed guards scattered around. He was scanning the crowd for something entirely different though, he just hoped he’d know it when he saw it.

“Nick Fury is a lying liar. That’s spy rule number one. And I’m not out. Got like...a quarter of a foot in. The rest is with the Avengers and anyone who thinks that’s ‘settling down’ needs to switch to decaf.” He shook his head at the complete absurdity that is his life. Stark told me. I don’t think much happens that he doesn’t hear about.”

[hawkeye616]

Circus Freaks ll Kurt and Clint

[axrp-nightcrawler]

Clint leaned the pallet up against another pole and drew a circle on it in chalk. “Target set.”

Clint passed the bow and arrow to his friend and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I actually did. Couple years back, before the avengers were a thing. There was this charity performance to raise money for charities that work with circus elephants, giving them a good home after they’re too old to work and rescuing ones that got treated bad. It was before Big Bertha gave up theirs…it was awesome though, being back there, even if it was just fer a night.” He shrugged. “If you wanted to we totally could. I think they’d like it, its not like all of them have powers that make it easy for them to shoot or do trapeze.” He gave a shrug, kind of hoping that Kurt would be behind the idea.

Kurt tucked the bow and arrow under an arm and placed his hand on Clint’s shoulder. With a loud Bamf! and a puff of smoke the pair teleported high above. He liked the idea of bringing Clint to the mansion, either as as a performer or in his hero-of-New-York guise. He just wondered how well behaved some of the more troubled mutant teens would be. He was sure Quire would find a way to cause trouble. He always did. It didn’t help that circuses were such a dated thing now.

“I’d love for you to come. I’m sure ze professor would be delighted to host you. Do you still keep in touch with your old cast and crew?” Kurt asked.  

[hawkeye616]

Clint was halfway up the pole when he winced at Kurt’s question. “Ah… no.” He kept climbing with his shoulders slightly hunched. “I didn’t leave on good terms, and it turned out not everyone at Carson’s was a straight shooter.” He gave a sort of half shrug when he got to the platform. “Think it’ll take a'coupl'a beers to unlock that tragic backstory.” He looked down, over to the other platform and at the target, planning his movements. “There was one person, the camp cook, she died years ago though.” He didn’t know how they’d gotten this deep, but he guessed that having someone who got what that life was like made him open up more than he normally would. “What about you?”

He shook his head like that would clear out those darker thoughts. “Ok, so I’m going to swing back and forth three times to get a feel for it, on the fourth time out, when I'm even with the ceiling hooks you drop the bow and arrow and poof over to the other bar and get it moving, Ok?" He took hold of the bar and stood up to the edge of the platform. At Kurt's go ahead he started swinging.

[hawkeye616]

☯

For an adoring text[sent at 2:40 PM] Darc, you're a damn goddess, let no one tell you otherwise[sent at 2:41 PM] seriously, you saved my ass yesterday [sent at 2:44 PM] the world would be a cold dark and naked place if you weren't in it. I owe you coffee forever.[sent at 2:50 PM] how did you know what size pants I wear?!

[hawkeye616]

Send a Symbol for a Text

☮ for an apologetic text

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text

❋ for a hopeful text

☯ for an adoring text

ღ for a friend-crush text

❤ for an affectionate text

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

☺ for a complimentary text

❂ for a text about another character (specify other)

✳ for a holiday text

♆ for a sext

☼ for a joking text

↔ for a bitching text

♣ for a gossipy text

$ for a lying text

☆ for a longing text

♬ for a fangirl/boy gushing text

★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text

♘ for a questioning text

♬ for a music rec or lyric text

☽ for a sleepy text

☢ for a snarky text

[when-it-rains-it-snows]

comedy = tragedy + time

[decorous-biohazart]

Send Me ♫ For A Song I Associate With Your Muse!

Thought I’d try a neat exercise to provoke some character thought and it’d be a neat way to share music!

[rpfunstuff]

Send me a + and a number and I'll write a drabble about where I see our characters that many years in the future.

[short-fuse-long-jacket]

Maaaaaybe it will turn into a starter…

[hawkeye616]

📱

five messages he didn't send and one he did[deleted at 12:34 AM] do you dream?[deleted at 1:11 AM] why don't you have hair?[deleted at 1:13 AM] which fictional android do you relate to the most?[deleted at 1:16 AM] do colors look the same to you?[deleted at 1:21 AM] do you get sad?[sent at 1:28 AM] Do you like dogs?

[hawkeye616]

👪

"Billie, I know you think your mom is being over protective, but she's just trying to keep you safe." "Roll your eyes all you want, she know's what the world is like and no matter how many bad guys we put away, what it's probably always going to be like.""You don't have to like it, fuck, you don't even have ta respect it. You can scream and tantrum and treat her like crap, but that isn't going to change anything. She isn't doing this to hurt you, whatever it feels like, she's just trying to keep you safe." "Do you have any idea how much she loves you? I'm not trying to guilt you here, I'm just asking. She didn't get a lot of love growing up, neither did your uncle Clint, for that matter. You might not like the way we're showing it, but I'll be damned if I let you tell yourself it's not outta love little girl."