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Blog Birthday Exchange ✤ Caleb Barnes x Tyler Barton

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what can you tell me abt tyler?

okay so!!! Tyler Callum Barton is Clint Barton's eldest son! But when he was young (tbd on if it was when he was a baby or when he was like 4-5) he was taken by the Red Room, essentially as revenge for Clint recruiting Natasha and for Budapest. Tyler was raised there with no memory of his life before, and turned into the perfect weapon. He never got a name, he was only ever called маленькая птица (malen'kaya ptitsa) — it's usually a term of endearment and means "little bird", in this particular case it's really more of a mockery, since not only is his dad hawkeye, but Clint also called him his little bird before he was taken!

He was trained primarily by Alexei Shostakov and the Winter Soldier, and his whole Look (and black/red/white colour scheme) is very much based on the red guardian costume. As he gets older and starts getting sent on more missions, he becomes extremely close with Yelena Belova, who's like a big sister to him.  (also it’s important to me that you know that Yelena calls him Птичка (Ptichka), aka “birdie”)

He's as good of a shot as his father with a secret passion for literature (which he can only indulge when he's on missions where it either suits his cover or he can sneak books while waiting on long stakeout/observation missions). He's as good of a shot as his father and, while he's quite adept with a lot of weapons, guns and knives are his usual choices.

I think that he's going to be eighteen in Black Widow, which will likely be his first appearance, but I'm still slightly undecided on that — but if it is his first appearance then he essentially becomes a part of the plot because Yelena refuses to take down the red room until she's retrieved Tyler from the mission he was on at the time, and Natasha is exceptionally shocked to find out that her godson is still alive, given that she thought he'd died as an infant/young child.

He'll be in Hawkeye for sure too but I haven't figured out anything more in terms of what arcs he'll be in

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New Marvel OCs

(I still have various hawkeye ideas to post too but I’m having a harder time casting lmao so they’ll show up... eventually... i also have ship thoughts for the eternals ocs but i can’t decide who to pair with who lmao)

Will Parker (potential Tony ship) — Spider-Man, others TBD

Tyler "маленькая птица" Barton — Avengers, Black Widow, Hawkeye, others TBD

Pentha — Eternals

Brigid — Eternals

Crisea Garrett — Eternals

Perse — Eternals

Freddie Sato — Spider-Man, others TBD

Octavia Tavia Octavius (x Peter Parker) — Spider-Man, others TBD

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📷 + Tyler Barton?

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🧸 + Tyler Barton?

He wasn't able to have any comfort items in the Red Room but before that he had a baby blanket that he carried with him everywhere, and Clint and Laura still have it when they finally get him back

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🏎 + tyler

ooh okay so

when Tyler first plays Mario Kart he'd play Mario, but the more he gets used to it and whatnot the more he'd try other characters, only eventually settling on Shy Guy

Send me an oc + 🏎 and I’ll tell u which character they play in Mario Kart.

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THE LANDLORD by TYLER BARTON

had painted over wallpaper, over nails and screws now orange, had painted orange, had failed to fix the floorboards, had broken a banister spindle on her way out, had signed the lease illegibly, had fish-handed our parting shake, had failed to mention the fridge, or lackthereof, had failed to mention the ceiling fan death wobble, had bought us spare bulbs that didn't fit, had bought us blinds, broken, had hid a secret mess of aesbestos and pallet wood in the basement, had let the wall rot wholly in the bathroom, had (we're pretty sure) programmed the garbage disposal to cough dark debris when activated, had promised her husband would be by with the keys and a weed wacker, but he never showed up, and had actually (we discovered) months earlier divorced The Landlord who'd forgotten to give us a limit for friends on the roof, or suggestions for good fruit to mix with Yuengling, had no advice for getting up on time, no pointers for the wash, had no lunch packed for the week, no leftovers frozen, had left no number for a good dealer, a decent grocer, or her own home line, hadn't tucked us in, fluffed even one pillow, hadn't described for us the star shapes we'd make out from our window, hadn't mentioned that we could stay up late as we wanted, could rise with the birds if we chose, could grab the dirty city by our pasty hands and lift. If we tried.

We woke around eleven. Some stuff of ours vanished. She forgot to lock the door. Or maybe it was on purpose.

We put our monthly money in a numberless mailbox twelve times. Our absent mother. We never saw her, but we lived in ways we thought would make her happy. We got up. We went to work. Locked our doors. Saved our money, bought Christmas presents. We tried dreaming realistically.

She never came back until the day the hairdryer stopped. I went down to flip the breaker, and there she was. Get! she told me, put her foot through a pallet for emphasis.

And so we moved out; she followed us. Made home in the empty basement, and we kept our things in the attic. She was ornery. Her behavior, erratic. She kept us up at night. We lost sleep, our jobs, our dream of never renting again. We went down the stairs, narrow, dirty. We asked her for help, and she smiled.

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About the Author:  Tyler Barton lives in Lancaster, PA, where he works as co-founder/co-editor of The Triangle. Some of his sincerely held beliefs are that Seinfeld will never die and that writers can still save the poetry reading. Follow him @goftyler, or check out more work at his blog.

Story Song: "Triangle" by BadBadNotGood

Photo Credit: Elisabeth Clem/Poppy and Pinecone

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As a performer, I think I can kind of instinctively tell based on the energy in the room. I feel like giving a reading is not about validating your ego, but about putting yourself out there in a way where you can feel the gap between yourself and the audience closing. I gave a reading last night and I swear, even before the fucking thing was over, it felt like the whole audience was giving me a hug. I didn’t even have to look up to know that–I was projecting my love to them, and they laughed and they sighed and they clapped and they took deep breaths at all the places that made me feel those feelings. So to me, I know a reading is a success when I walk off the stage and I feel love.

I just love Mark Cugini

Interview in Atticus Review