#sorry clint

[stuckydrewx]

Stucky & co. as texts :)

[plantspace]

NOOO BOBBY DAZZLER… NOOOOOOOO!!!!! FUCK IT SHOULDVE BEEN HELLGRAMMITE…

[teatimeandtreachery]

Somebody said that I wouldn’t stab them just because they were annoying me. I proved them wrong but now my knives are confiscated.

Don’t worry I have some hidden tho.

[ladyfl4me]

it's merle highchurch's least favorite holiday:

merry crit miss

[romanoff-suggestions]

4 days until Myles is a month old!! Still the cutest thing I've ever seen!

[buckykingofmemes]

note to self: do not use left hand for high fives. the hilarity is not worth clint complaining about how he ‘cant feel his fingers’

[doodlerain]

doooooodle dump (feat. a LOT of taz:nights and two (2) twins)

[snkts]

“….i mighta broke the coffee maker. i know, criminal. take me out back— or y’know, point me in the direction of a walmart.” // @broarrow

The Tower wasn't a bad place to be. High tech, swanky, entirely secure. The dorms weren't terrible, either. Logan preferred his room in the mansion - or, better yet, his cabin - but it was okay. A safe place to crash when he needed one. And what he needed right now was breakfast.

He didn't really care what, as long as it was food. Preferably hot, but not necessary. Logan drags himself through the kitchen door, grumbling to himself as he scrubbed his hand down the side of his face. Oh, Clint's already there. That explains the noises he'd been hearing. Including the crash.

Logan stops halfway through the door. For a moment, he stands there, just watching - and aside from a furrow in his brow, there's no change in his semi-lucid expression. Then he shrugs, scratching an itch on his ribs.

"I ain't breakin' the news to Banner."

And he brushes past to make himself his morning meal.