Thank you for what you did on the beach.
Wonder Woman dir. Patty Jenkins (2017)
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Thank you for what you did on the beach.
Wonder Woman dir. Patty Jenkins (2017)
me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous
when ur not really happy but not sad either ur just……… voiding around
"It's okay to stay, you know."
His fingers curl tighter around the handle of his bag, eyes averting Barnes’ and fixated on the floor. It feels as though his gaze is boring into him, sharp && stinging, and he can’t deal with this. . . sympathy. He doesn’t need it. Not now, not ever. He doesn’t deserve it.
❝ I think it’s better if I left, ❞ he forces a smile, lips tightly pressed together for a brief moment, gaze flickering upwards. ❝ Thanks, anyway. I, uh. . . I really appreciate it. ❞
The smile drops as he shuffles past Barnes and out the door.
platonic requests for affection: accepting !
Wounded Sentence Starters
“It’s just a scratch. You worry too much.”
“Ah… ! Don’t press there!”
“Just put a bandage on it and I’ll be fine.”
“That looks bad. Really bad.”
“Try not to look at it.”
“That hurts!”
“You’re going to need bedrest for at least a few days.”
“I’m going to be stuck in bed for how long?”
“That’s nothing, you big baby.”
“Here, let me help. I’m good at this sort of thing.”
“I can’t feel it. That’s bad, right?”
“Can you move?”
“How can something so small hurt so much?”
“It looks a lot worse than it is.”
“You’re a terrible patient.”
“Will you hold still? I can’t do anything if you keep squirming.”
“Wow, I’ve never seen skin turn that color before.”
“It’s just another a war trophy.”
“Shut up and let me help you.”
“I don’t care how tough you are. You can’t ignore that.”
“I’m sorry. This sort of thing makes me nauseous.”
sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont
reblog if it’s okay to say “bitch me too” to you if you’re mutuals
i wrote one (1) reply nd im ready to disappear again
spider-kid (@vvallcrawler)
Clint hadn’t really been expecting visitors — he usually trains by his lonesome in the facility, since target-practice doesn’t really require much — so when a childish voice pipes up next to him he almost swings at the kid. Almost.
❝ Christ, kid, almost gave me a heart attack, ❞ he huffs out a laugh, eyes drifting from the masked vigilante, then back to his wide array of trick arrows. That just spells t r o u b l e.
The archer makes it a point to gently nudge Peter back with an arm, brow cocked, knowing all too well the urge to just reach in and touch. Clint’s aware of the kid’s. . . clumsy tendencies, and he really doesn’t want to risk it. Stark would skin him alive.
❝ You should direct all the science questions to Tony, I just come up with the concepts. ❞
He recalls being given the side-eye upon raising the idea of a boomerang arrow — joke’s on Stark, ‘cause look where that’s gotten him.
❝ They’re mostly just prototypes-- Tony wants me to give ‘em a test-run, see how well they work. ❞ He picks a couple and tucks them into his quiver, moving to grab his bow. ❝ You, uh, wanna just stand an’ watch? Or you could, I dunno, make a couple of targets for me, or somethin’. Completely up to you. ❞
If we are mutuals, you are welcome to:
tag me in starters
answer my open starters
spam my inbox with memes
ask me to spam you with memes
scream at me in ims at all ungodly hours
randomly drop a plot idea on me whenever you want
never be scared that you’re bothering me in any way bc, if i followed you, i love your blog and I am always down for interacting with you! <3 <3 <3
“To this day I blame myself.”
—
“Please stay. I’d like some company.”
❝ Uh, ❞ he blinks at the request, a hand moving to rub his nape. ❝ Yeah… yeah, ‘course. ❞
It’s not that he doesn’t want to hang out with Diana– he just doesn’t know what to do.
❝ I’m not g’na be very good company, ❞ he chuckles. ❝ I do make a mean coffee, though. ❞
platonic requests for affection: accepting !
Listen I am aware canon exists like … I can see it. I just don’t…. como se dice…. give a shit.
once again, clint proves he’s the most relatable
underwear bro !
No. He’s not losing this argument, not when he’s already fought this long to keep it going.
Tony raises the burger to his mouth once again. Make eye contact, Tony. Eye contact is important. Eye contact will intimidate him. Assert your dominance.
He’s staring right into Clint’s eyes as he gives this monstrous excuse of a cheeseburger another big bite. Do you see that, Bird Brain? He didn’t even flinch!
“Delicious.”
THANKS, HE HATES IT.
Clint grimaces for him, throwing his hands up in surrender, ❝ I can’t believe-- y’know what? If you end up gettin’ food poisoning or somethin’ like that, don’t say I didn’t warn you. ❞
This fucking MONSTER.