SOMETIMES I am just like, look. Kate has literally never met the Clint that Clint is when he isn’t depressed and self-destructive. That guy wore head to toe purple, occasionally a miniskirt, lived to sass the fuck out of Captain America, only needs about six hours of sleep and if he isn’t talking, he’s singing. He’s fun. He would take mirror selfies and say hell yes to matching tattoos,
IT WOULD BE AWESOME
[Kate Bishop and Clint kissing. Both are topless and Kate has her legs around Clint’s torso. Clint is holding a phone and taking a picture in a mirror. His purple hearing aid is visible. They have matching purple Hawkeye tattoos on their shoulders.]
Found tagged “oh no”
Which makes me happy because I am inherently terrible ❤
comedy = tragedy + time
I relate to Clint Barton on so many levels…
challenge level: snowy at the beach, cintiq at home, make art with fingers on phone. oof!
hey girly-girl will you put my laundry in the dryer?
boss the dryer is in the basement, your apartment is on the top floor, do I want to know what you wore upstairs or do I want plausible deniability?
@lostemotion with the absolute truest fucking tags right here:
YOU ARE ALL VERY BAD INFLUENCES AND I APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH. ❤
AT THIS RATE MY HAND IS GONNA SLIP AND KATE WILL BE WEARING THE HAWKEYE TIGHTYWHITIES.
I feel like Clint in his underwear is needed on my dash rn.