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@typicalclint
He took a few soft steps forward, sniffing cautiously. He’d been hidden behind a drift of snow, listening to the man’s conversation with someone over some kind of earpiece. Was he friend or foe?
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((FREE FOOOOD!))
what if the snacks were only for me clint, what if i wasn’t a nice person, ur lucky. xD
@typicalclint @voicesasclearasday @son-of-the-frost-hearted
“Listen up. I’m gonna tell you one more time. I have this gift card for Yogurtland and I S H O U L D be allowed to use it as valid currency.”
🎁 - Exchanging gifts! (Avengers secret santa gift exchange c: ))
Tasha didn’t understand the point of a secret santa exchange. It would be obvious who gave who what, and besides she didn’t think anyone had the money to spend on gifts that she had. Wouldn’t it just be easier to have JARVIS pick gifts for everyone with her credit card?Unfortunately that was not the case, so she had to get a gift for Bird Brain. She didn’t know Clint as well as she knows Steve and Bruce. But at least she didn’t get Thor, who knows what he might have wanted. Clint was easy. She designed a new iteration of his bow that would fold up so that it could be transported and in theory be with him at all times. Then she added in a nice chew toy for Lucky.
She didn’t know what to hope for in her gift, but it certainly wouldn’t matter how much the person had spent as long as they put some thought into it. She was a pretty easy person to buy for. She didn’t need much.
The Beating Of Your Heart || A Red Fletching Drabble.
They would all start the same. Transported back to a time and place she would rather have long forgotten. The dull room; artificial light glinting off of dozens of devices laid out across the room. The smell of antiseptic burning her nostrils and the never-ending fear of what was to come. The nights when she feels truly rested are few and far between, for her subconscious thoughts are always plagued with the demons of her past she can never hope to chase away, to defeat. They’ll always be there, lingering, waiting. In the far corners of her mind when they lay most forgotten will they return after festering like a sore in the furthest recesses of her mind. Waiting to jump out, take control and completely tear away any hopes of pulling back from the crippling fear that awaits. The flush breaks out against her skin. The cold sweats begin, and before she knows it she’s gasping for air. Her chest so tight she could all but swear that she was restrained. Though she was fighting against no more than her mind. In the dimly lit bedroom; the silver of the moonlight cascading across the sheets, she reaches out for the one thing she knows is there. The one thing that will never fail to be. Her constant, her hope in the darkest of hours. Her archer. Wordlessly she moves across the sheets; her body searching his out like that of a heat-seeking missile. Her hand comes to rest on his abdomen, head on his chest. Comfort and safety have found her as she listens to the steady thumping of his heart beneath his chest. Her own breathing falling into a steady rhythm with his as she feels a strong and sturdy arm wrap around her shoulders. She’s at peace. Sleep that had thus far eluded her finally catches up, as she sinks into a blank world, devoid of sound and picture, knowing that when she wakes. The same steady thrumming shall be there to greet her.
PUT IT BACK ZIP IT UP KEEP IT AWAY I KNOW HE'S A FARMER BUT THAT'S NOT HOW ONE SHOULD PLOW A FIELD MISTER
@typicalclint : forever fighting a losing battle when it comes to trying to corral Clint
I'm alive!!! The damn virus didn't kill me. Did knock me out of commission for a week though. But I'm back! I've got stuff ready to work on for the following people:
@whothehellispatroclus , @the-fearless-devil , @spawnreigns , @wakandaspride @yondu-poppins @kingxfmischief @typicalclint & @starlord-of-terra
Bare with me, guys, and I'll get stuff out ASAP
// sometimes I feel bad for @typicalclint and the shit I give them.... Then I remember its done with love.... and they deserve every last bit of it XD
