Phil Coulson/Clint Barton → requested by flatbear
Phil doesn’t typically accompany Clint into the field, but there’s a lot on the line when SHIELD sends Hawkeye to track down the Soviet operative known as Black Widow
This is when I officially fell in love with Coulson
Baby Money Avengers. (Click the first to embiggen)
Sometimes when it’s really late, and Starkexpos is drunk, we enable eachother and come up with really, really, really stupid stuff. And then I blow off working for a day in order to draw it all.
LET’S FACE IT THIS IS NOT THE WORST THING YOU HAVE CAUGHT ME DRAWING.
I am going to write sO MUCH BABY MONEY AVENGERS FANFIC YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW
Damn, Clint. Stop bringing home all of these archery-related sidekicks!
Seriously though, if you’re not reading Fraction and Aja’s Hawkeye, you’re out of your goddamned mind.
Tbh, I’m not a huge Hawkeye fan. I like the guy fine, but all of the Barton love in our house comes from my lady. But this comic is fucking fantastic and I get so excited when we get a new issue.
That might just be my boner for Aja’s art tho.
why am i the one / fun.
i finished kissing my death, so now i head back up the steps
thinking about where i’ve been, i mean the sun was never like this
i wanna feel with the season, i guess it makes sense
cause my life’s become as vapid as a night out in los angeles
and i just want to stay in bed and hold you like i used to
they / jem
who made up all the rules?
we follow them like fools
believe them to be true
don’t care to think them through
the boxer / mumford & sons
in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
i am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains
make god jealous / alain johannes
is it all so simply overstated
it’s the child in me that wants me jaded
behind the furthest door i sit there waiting
footsteps and a knock that stops the fading
spectrum / florence + the machine
when we first came here
we were cold and we were clear
with no colors in our skin
we were light and paper thin
fidelity / regina spektor
and suppose i never ever met you
suppose we never fell in love
suppose i never ever let you
kiss me so sweet and so soft
tender / blur
tender is the night
lying by your side
tender is the touch
of someone that you love too much
tender is the day
the demons go away
lord i need to find
someone who can heal my mind
Light And Paper Thin
I call this ‘Phibbles’…
There was a gifset of Captain Kirk getting covered in Tribbles on my dash.
Followed by a gifset of Coulson deciding between donuts.
…I’m not responsible for what tumblr makes me do.