May 13, 2018
“I’m beginning to question why I made this blog to begin with.”
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“I’m beginning to question why I made this blog to begin with.”
The Hellish Herd
Everyone in the squad!
Bucky Barnes - @hellishbuckybarnes
Clint Barton - @hellishclintbarton
Groot- @hellishgroot
Hela Odindóttir - @hellishhela
Tony Stark - @hellishtonystark
Loki Laufeyson/Odinson - @hellishlokiodinson
Michelle Jones - @hellishmichellejones
Peter Parker - @hellishpeterparker
Peter Quill - @hellishquillian
Pietro Maximoff - @hellishpietromaximoff
Steve Rogers - @hellishsteverogers
Stephen Strange - @hellishstephenstrange
Thor Odinson - @hellishthorodinson
Wanda Maximoff - @hellishwanda
If you’d like to join the Hellish Herd, contact one of the listed people!
Pepper, Banner, Rhodes… I *suppose* the kid can be considered a friend. I might one day call Strange a friend, but we’re not quite there yet. Oh, and Thor of course. Never hurts to have the God of Thunder on your side.
@hellishtonystark
The sky was overcast that morning as Clint looked out his bedroom window, trying to ignore the various aches and pains that were still plaguing him after the mission in Tønsberg. He’d arrived back from the mission just under 48 hours ago in the early hours of the morning, and so far his breach of house arrest had gone unnoticed. Hopefully, things would stay that way. He had no qualms at all about bringing danger to himself - especially if it meant there were people safe now who had not been before. From that point of view, he didn’t at all regret going out and helping Cap, the law be damned. But the idea that his actions would bring danger to his family caused an ugly strand of guilt to twist around his chest that no mental argument could shake, no matter how hard he tried.
He sighed, looking away before walking towards the corridor before making his way downstairs. As much as he despised house arrest and how slowly the days passed when he had little to do other than jobs around the farm, he found himself hoping that today would be uneventful. That way, at least, things might feel ok again for a little while.
Hey @hellishmichellejones are you doing ok? Did you go back and talk to your mom?
Honestly, fox? I’m not sure. It could be caused by how well I take care of it. It’s likely that, or something of the sort.
Definitely not caused by manipulation via seidr, though.
Absolutely not.
What is there to talk about? He’s a genocidal sadist, and that’s all you need to know.
‘Do you know what Erik Selvig and Clint Barton have in common?’
And for what reason would you care, if I so happened to know?