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a quick late-night clint doodle bc i'm tired and want to use the last of my art skills to idk. draw the himbo man

ok gn

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she’s   beauty   &   she’s   grace   ;   𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍   𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒊𝒏   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.    ——————–   est.    2019     /     moved    2021   ——————–   carrd.

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dereiserne​:

            “You know – I expected SOME friendly words. A THANK YOU even.” Arms crossed behind his head, legs resting on the coffee table, while eyes wandered to the man who had just entered the apartment. Familiar sight. Even if they hadn’t seen each other for just about a year now.

              “ – and what did I get for bailing you out instead? My calls get ignored, and you don’t even bother trying to get into contact.” OFFENDED TONE mixing into his words, as he straightened his posture; pulling his legs from the table and crossing his arms in front of his chest as he got up. Yes, he had let himself into Clint’s apartment – but it wasn’t breaking and entering if you had a key, was it? And it had been terribly easy to get his hands on the key. // @awbartonno​

To be fair Clint had been avoiding... well everyone to be frank. Ignoring every one was easier, and he had been advised not to talk so that was what he did. Sure he had allowed a few words here and there when people had simply helped themselves to see him, without being invite, and it seemed it was a pattern everyone was keeping up with.

It was obvious someone was in the apartment before Clint even stepped through the door, namely the door being unlocked. As he noticed it wasn’t necessarily a threat, just a dumb billionaire. Not unleashing Lucky just yet, to keep the dog on his own side for a while longer. Clint merely dumped his keys rather loudly on the kitchen island to show case his disapproval. 

“Kindly... fuck off.” Had the threat of calling the cops actually worked on Tony then Clint might have started there. As it were he’d stick to his anger, clearly displayed with how he didn’t even step that far inside his own home. “No one asked you to bail me out to begin with so just stop and leave.”

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here’s some serotonin 

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💏 aaaaw yes random kiss time

Pain was something Clint considered himself to be far too familiar with. If one was to be poetic about it; pain was a lifelong friend that never left his side for too long. Ever present one way or another. As it where it was a bit much at the moment, it happens when you land on top of a car from a few stories too high up. A few broken ribs, some sprains, bruises, and all the other good gooey and gritty things later and Clint had just managed to find some sort of semblance of peace.

Resting on the old and beaten leather couch, which was a good couch if still dirty, he had propped up his foot on the armrest, to elevate it. The plastic cast that was strapped tight around his foot was getting itchy. He had previously managed to get a pen just deep enough to scratch the itch, but now it had rolled in under the couch out of his reach.

Miserable was also good enough word to describe Clint’s current predicament. Feeling sorry for himself he barely noticed that he wasn’t alone. Leaving the hearing aids out does that. But he did notice when Sharon leaned over him. Gently kissing his temple, and most likely leaving a nice lipstick mark behind, she gave him one of those soft smiles. The kind he had only seen so many times from a rare few people.

In return he managed to fold his scrappy fingers well enough together, and lift his right index to sign a careful request of another.

5. …where it doesn’t hurt. kiss time ||  accepting  ➜  @whitesuited

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A paw drags the man's arm down to take a few licks of his coffee

Sharing is caring, and that is exactly why Clint isn’t even protesting the idea of letting the large dog have some of his coffee. The cup, which is for change an actual cup, is lowered down so Ace can easier get his long muzzle inside the cup.

And when the dog finally has had his fill… well can’t let good coffee go to waste, so Clint simply keeps sipping the, by now, lukewarm black liquid.

unprompted inbox things  ||  always accepting  ➜  @bcthound

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hitsharder​:

ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ’

ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ  — @awbartonno​

                ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ɪғ ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴀʏ  — WELCOME. Come one come all to the Barton Family circus. Where nothing can go right and everyone is self destructive.Fansic stood before with judgment in his eyes and arms crossed over his chest for a few long moments. He was tired of this. He had a good life right now. Everything was starting to go his way. And here his brother was to pull him back into something dangerous. 

He finally spoke, but his movements where harsh and without any way to misconstrued them. He pointed harshly at Clint. Fingers closed expect for thumb and pinky which jutted out as he twisted the fist near his mouth¹. He closes his fist completely and pushed thumb under his jaw ². He points them to himself.

You(r)  mistake(s)¹.   Are not² mine.

It seemed strange to consider, a world, a life, here they didn’t both run head first into whatever was even remotely within reach. Clint’s eyes seemed to take on a colder and colder look the longer they were staring at each other. Everything, even this, was a contest of who could win, which was such a childish thing to even consider.

This was wrong.

The only thing that kept repeating over and over for Clint were those three words. Over and over again. His left hand twitched as he resisted starting to sign, to interrupt Francis. His right leg started bouncing on the spot, as if to compensate not signing anything in return. Being well aware of what a bad plan it was did nothing for him to question why Francis wouldn’t just… just come along. They always did things together. Always had each other’s back.

Apparently not anymore.

Signing in return, with aggressive gestures. Clint got up from the couch he’d been sitting on. His right hand was placed in front of the other and moved forward. His hands folded in to be dragged down on each side of chest, to then just be one hand pushed towards Francis. His hand gestures, as familiar as they were. Were sloppy at best. It was as if he didn’t care if his twin got the whole meaning of what he was trying to say.

[ Go on. Live your perfect life. Play house for all I care. I don’t need you. ]

Getting uncomfortably close in Francis face he didn’t so much sign the last word, as he actually stabbed his index finger in his chest. 

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CHARLIE HUNNAM as Raleigh Becket Pacific Rim (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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What’s it like to have a good father

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“ i heard you were back in town. ”

The way he looks at her is as if he’d never seen her before. As if she didn’t try to make it to every single one of visitations. Like a man doomed to die in the desert and only when he is about to give up does he see the oasis right in front of him. Did he doubt that Sharon was really in front of him? Perhaps. But his reaction was so much more. Stepping forward he wrapped both arms around her. Tight.

There was a need he couldn’t describe with wanting to hold on to her. Hold her close and never let go. Inhaling the scent of her shampoo and perfume filled him with the same comfort only dreams had for one long year.

“You heard right.”

idk the meme but it is one ||  accepting  ➜  @whitesuited​

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It’s getting harder and harder to tell the twins apart @awbartonno

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he knows

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interrupting conversations to point at dogs in public

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am i doing this right