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Jeremy Renner exercises his right to bare arms.
I need this for… Reasons.
Entirely aboveboard reasons.
Not at all sketchy. At all.
((shifty eyes shifty eyes))
Natasha, bad. BAD.
I blame this on the flu which laid me out for a week during which i watched Wreck It Ralph 11 times so now everything I draw looks like it escaped from Sugar Rush. Hence, pink, polka-dot shuriken.
OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.
*FLIES INTO THE SUN*
I’m 32 and I get carded buying cough medicine. :(
I work in a school… People keep asking me if I’m a student working part time…
I have these little spikes of female rage sometimes.
I have these little moments of, ‘really, we still have to listen to this, really?’ They’re usually quick. They’re usually gone fast.
I do wonder, however, why it seems like every single male I follow thinks that the “Hawkeye Initiative” has gone ‘too far.’ I don’t want to point out posts, because I respect every single one of these guys. And honestly, I wouldn’t be following them if I didn’t want them to follow me. I like their views, they’re definately entitled to their opinions. I don’t think any of them are being made ‘uncomfortable’ by the intent of the redraws.
But when as a group a rational, intelligent, fandom savy group of guys goes, “well, it’s defeating the purpose if you sexualize men instead of sexualizing women,” I kind of wonder what they’re seeing that I’m not.
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Phil and Clint and Steve and Tony on a double date
“Did you ever think you’d be on a double date with Captain America and Tony “Your carefully orchestrated plans suck” Stark?” Clint asked, just to watch the muscle beside Phil’s eye twitch.
“It’s as if someone looked into the deepest part of my psyche and found my worst nightmare,” Phil said, with no heat to the words. Just resignation. ”Then they took that nightmare, laughed at it, and twisted it in a way that I could never possibly have anticipated. The only way this could be worse is if I wasn’t wearing pants.”
Clint grinned down at his plate. ”You’re wearing pants,” he soothed. ”Very nice pants. I like them. They do nice things for your-” Coulson turned a cold eye on him, and he gave an innocent smile. ”Legs,” he finished, as if that was what he intended all along. Phil arched an eyebrow, making it clear that he didn’t believe that for a second, and Clint grinned back at him. ”Think they’re making out in the coat room?”
“How long they’ve been gone, it seems likely,” Phil said on a faint sigh.
They compromised on the charging station.
It wasn’t like Tony had much of a choice, Dummy insisted on spending all of his time seated in it anyway, his knees drawn up against his chest and his arms wrapped around them, blinking with interest at the world as it passed by. His hatred of shoes and his insistence on spending all of his time in a metal robot bay meant that in less than forty-eight hours, alterations were in order.
“You okay with this?” Steve asked, holding out a steaming mug of coffee to Tony.
Tony took it, and he seemed to be having trouble focusing for a second. The smell of the brew snapped him out of it, his eyes coming clear all at once. “Yeah. Jarvis has deactivated the power couplings, so there’s no chance of hurting himself or setting anything on fire.” He threw back a slug of the coffee, and Steve watched his throat work, concerned.
Across the workshop, Thor, Clint and Coulson were making something that had been termed a ‘fixed blanket fort.’ What that meant, Steve wasn’t quite sure, but the three men were doing some impressive things with a vast array of blankets, sheets, and pillows. Thor had taken the news of their new addition without even seeming to be surprised. He was also, as it turned out, adept at building a tent sort of structure with one hand tied behind his back, and in short order, ropes, wire, blankets and bracing poles had been employed to keep the little structure in place, with Dummy’s able help.
Right now, Clint was lying on his back, half of him inside the fort, and Dummy braced on his chest. The boy was rapidly getting better at using his hands for small detail work, and Thor was showing him how to tie a knot with a piece of rope and a plastic bar. Coulson, sitting nearby, was unloading a bag of stuffed animals.
There were a lot of them.
*starting to panic at the implication*
no you don’t fucking understand
my mother makes fun of me every single fucking day because i never learned how to pronounce “infirmary”, “invalid”, “mischievous”, “naivety”, “tousled”, or “macabre”
IT’S LITERALLY THE WORST THING BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS YOU’RE AN IDIOT BUT NOBODY USES THE DAMN WORDS AROUND YOU SO YOU NEVER KNOW HOW THEY’RE SAID
^ THIS JUST ABOUT SUMS UP MY WHOLE LIFE
I pronounced “apprentice” as “ap-REE-shee-ant” for like half my life.
is nobody gonna mention “chaos” OR SHOULD I SAY “CHA O’s”
fucking lapels man or mAYBE “LAY-PELS”
…that’s not even how “apprentice” is spelled…
Tumblr is a safe place to admit this: I have on multiple occasions got audiobooks out purely to hear how certain words are said. These words include ‘macabre’, ‘trousseau’, ‘niche’ and ‘forte’.
oh my god ‘lapels’ isn’t pronounced ‘lay-pels’?
lah-pells, I belive.
I blame being raised a bilingual English-Spanish speaker for the first two years of my life for mispronunciations like:
- pique = pee-kay
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