Not knowing what’s happened in the newest Hawkguy is killing me. My local bookstore still doesn’t have it (and skipped issue 2 of YA and went straight from carrying 1 to 3, the fucking bastards.) Everyone is dying from some kind of emotion and I want to join them but am instead confused and full of dread.
Avengers Tribute - Burn it to the ground (HD) (by TheNewPietroZanini)
(use the HD settings, I am so serious. Fucking gorgeous.)
Posting this again, for Kari, with the extra bit featuring poetical-romantic Thor.
Darcy is best bros with every Avenger ever in my headcanon. You can’t convince me otherwise. Sadly, sometimes a girl needs more than a bro in her life.
Darcy sat at the large, round kitchen table in the Avengers’ living space in Stark Tower, idly watching all her friends with a wistful look in her eye and a wry slant to her mouth. She was surrounded by beautiful, awesome people, and while she generally just wondered how this was her life and rejoiced in the quirkiness of the universe, lately her feelings about the situation had become a little more… frustrating.
Or maybe that was frustrated.
I wrote a thing. I blame Kari. Fuuuuuck I DO NOT WRITE FANFICTION ANYMORE WHHHYYY.
I just have a lot of Darcy feels, okay, especially in relation to her being best bros with every Avenger ever. This is just some shit little snippet scene thingy of domesticity and pop culture and trust me you do not any of you want to read it, I just demand that Kari does because it is her fault.
Clint Barton is both manly enough to play with dolls and badass enough to lethally arm them.
Hawkeye’s appearance in Thor.
Oh, Clint, honey. I do wish we’d gotten to see more of this you in the Avengers. Hopefully you’ll get your own movie and we can appreciate your sass and swag and BAMFery properly.