A brief description using some familiar characters about how no one is ever, ever “asking for it”.
SO GOODTHANK YOU
*REBLOGS SO HARD I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING*
I’ve reblogged this before and lost followers for it. So fuck you, I’m reblogging it again.
“Alice is seven. If you need to be told that she isn’t asking for it, seek psychological help immediately.”
everybody’s asking where clint is and clint’s probably been in therapy so he doesn’t lose his mind like erik selvig did after loki’s mind control
#after clint finally goes into detail about what it was like #really detail I mean #not the fragmented sentences he’d been coming up with for weeks #things like ‘it was…it was like- like a nightmare and I know that sounds cliche #but it’s like- like you’re on a sinking boat #and you know how to help but you’re drowning #that- that doesn’t make sense.’#anyway after weeks he just lets go and tells everything #and then he laughs brokenly #and says ‘so doc are you gonna ship me off to the funny farm now?’ #marvel #hawkeye
Clint Barton is lying, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of a sparse yet expensive looking studio apartment.
His head is pounding, something that is not helped by that music. Is that his phone? Yeah, it’s his phone.
With a groan he opens his eyes.
Looking down at him from the sofa is a girl in a purple sweater and a mangy looking yellow lab.
"Someone named Natasha keeps calling," the girl explains as she hands the phone down to him. "And texting."
Clint takes the phone. Fifty two missed calls. Futz.
"Ok," he mutters. "This looks bad."
yes, i know i’m way late to this bandwagon — it’s probably not even a thing anymore! but whatever! mom!Natasha and dad!Clint with kid!Merida.
… it’s been too long i don’t know how to draw avengers anymore! crap!
A video game in which every time you die your injured limbs and body parts are replaced by machines and you slowly become less and less human until the point in which you have no human body parts left and you must decide whether you will continue to fight for humanity of which you have no connection left with
Someone do fan art of this
Screw fan art someone make THE DAMN GAME.