#averagearcher

[viduamor-moved]

❝     --------------   OH.    ❞       equal parts un - surprised & astonished,      she stands open - mouthed in the doorway,       for once unsure of what else to say at the spectacle that is clint barton dangling upside down from his ceiling.       she has the decency of course to invite herself in & shut the door behind her.    ❝     i’m almost afraid to ask   -------   you need any help ?    ❞

/ &*    AVERAGEARCHER

[manwithout-a]

❝        I’M SORRY TO INTERRUPT,  IT’S JUST       i’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you.        ❞

@averagearcher     //     lyric starter call    //    do i wanna know  -  arctic monkeys. 

[burgledthem]

An edit ft. Actual Clinton Francis Barton a.k.a. Mike Vogel for @averagearcher!!

[pettywisear]

‘  COME ON,  clint.  come float with us,  clint.  ’          the figure stood there,  unmoving ;  it was gangling,  no less than six and a half feet tall.  spindly,  its wiry fingers clasped gently at the balloon in its hand.          ‘  want a balloon,  clint?  all the kiddies love it down here.  ’          it released the string,  and the balloon began to move.  no wind to urge it,  yet still the bulbous redness moved closer and closer.          ‘  take it.  ’       /       @averagearcher.

[spangling-blog]

                ❛     I’M  GOING  TO  NEED  another  slice  ,     ❜     blue  eyes  befall  the  greased  plate  ,  now  ABSENT  of  cheesy  ,  crusty  contents  ,     ❛     as  i’m  pretty  sure  your  dog  just  ate  mine  .     ❜

@averagearcher  /  (  ♡  )

[nexusbeingmoved]

dark pomegranate juice, a maternal kind of warmth, flowing red chiffon

3 THINGS YOU ASSOCIATE WITH WANDA ⤷ @averagearcher

fuck me with the pomegranate this is everything to me i’m!!!! YE S….i rly associate her with persephone in a lot of ways so ahhhh

[viduamor-moved]

❝      —–    I SAY ROCKY ROAD.     it’s on sale.    ❞       //       @vrooms & @averagearcher

[viduamor-moved]

DAINTY  FINGERS  GRACE     the chain of silver that hangs ‘round her neck & rests on her collar bone,    a single fingertip smoothing over the emerald that lies central amidst diamonds.       ❝     isn’t this lovely,   darling ?     ❞      words that only a madame such as she could speak come dripping like honey from ruby lips as she searches for her amorous archer in the mirror she stands before.       ❝     i think it matches my eyes.     ❞       //     @averagearcher