[Marvel Comics] America and Kate drawings :)

the dress is from Hawkeye (2012)

Fanon Tim Drake is just canon Clint Barton

Kate Bishop x male deadpool!reader (featuring Jeff the land shark)

● "you can't bring a shark in here!"

● "why not?! he's not dangerous he's a good boy! He's basically a dog!" you yell back at the woman scolding you

● you brought Jeff to the dog park looking to make some friends but the other park goers were not thrilled to have a land shark around their pets

● when Kate and Lucky show up Jeff is alone in the corner of the park looking sad cause none of the dogs want to play with him

● but as soon as Lucky is off his leash he runs straight to Jeff and they start playing

● "look they are best friends!" You say approaching his owner

● "um… is that a shark?" She asks

● "yep, his name is Jeff and im Y/N"

● "okay, well I'm Kate and that's Lucky the pizza dog"

● "ooh Jeff and I love pizza you want to get a slice together?"

● "well he's not the weirdest thing I've seen this week so sure"

● after letting Jeff and Lucky play together for a while you guys go get pizza

● "you look really familiar have we met before?" You ask Kate when it hits, "wait a minute… you're the new hawkeye!"

● "I know I don't exactly keep my real identity a secret but I also try not to shout it to pizzerias full of people"

● "Oh its okay, I'm Deadpool maybe you've heard of me"

● "aren't you the guy that jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge fighting taskmaster"

● "that's me! that was technically the fourth time I died and I also found out taskmaster is a really good swimmer but don't tell anyone he ended up getting away, I have a reputation to maintain"

● "you're weird… I like it"

● you and Kate become really good friends

● Jeff and Lucky have play dates all the time

● Jeff has a friend and you have an excuse to see Kate because you are not so secretly crushing on her

● teaming up on missions and being a force to be reckoned with

● between Kate's arrows and your swords the bad guys never know what to expect

● although when Yelena is in town you and her are a chaotic mess that Kate is always cleaning up after

● "guys was it really necessary to break in through the giant glass window… the door was unlocked"

● "yeah but going through the window was way more badass"

● "he's right Kate Bishop, window is way cooler than unlocked door"

● "Y/N you literally have a giant piece of glass in your neck"

● you feel the big glass shard in your neck and casually pull it out, blood spurting out "it's fine, that'll heal"

● going for long walks together with Jeff and Lucky

● everyone stares at Jeff but he just keeps walking confidently besides Lucky

● you and Kate have plenty of matching outfits for them

● you finally ask Kate out with a plater of tacos shaped in a heart

● "Kate Bishop will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

● before Kate can say anything Jeff jumps up and grabs the platter, tacos falling everywhere with Jeff and Lucky eating as many as they can

● "Jeff! Dude! Those were for Kate!"

● "Y/N, it's okay," she says laughing, "and yes I will go out on a date with you"

Sword gays showdown, round 1 of bracket one

Propaganda:

For Juri:

Angsty sword lesbian. To be fair, almost every single character from this anime is queer and has a sword but it says something that she's one of the best fencers in her school.

For Mihawk:

the current greatest swordsman, helped teach zoro to get stronger, goth, he beat zoro using the smallest of daggers while zoro was using all three swords

The World's Greatest Swordsman! Soon to be dethroned by Roronoa Zoro

He's the greatest swordsman in the world. He's also very gay (especially, but not exclusively, in the live action adaption. Like... you gotta see him and hear him. There's not a straight hair on that man's head). Also (in the anime/manga) he kinda adopts the man who will eventually surpass him (at least that's Zoro's goal) and trains him.

Also... please watch this short video and you'll be convinced (the link the submitter put here)

Absolutely massive sword. Worlds greatest swordsman.

World's greatest swordsman! Goth! Lives in a castle! Has a huge sword!

controversial and way too long rambling about otp and fan interpretations

I cannot stand this pathological need to insist that with the royais, it is actually all along secretly Hawkeye who is the real mommy boss in the relationship, while Mustang is a barely functioning man-child that needs her instructions just to breathe. This insistence that Hawkeye must be the meaner, nastier, cooler, more badass person I see way too often. That she must be the one that is always smarter and better at everything. And above all, she must be tired and rolling her eyes out of her skull constantly for dealing with Mustang's bullshit and the whole relationship in general. 

Why can’t Hawkeye just be lame and have her issues too? Why must she be the mean alpha boss bitch? If anyone should be the mean alpha boss it’s more likely Roy ‘I punch children to get my point across’ Mustang, honestly.

And where is the love and romance in this idea, portraying one character as always annoyed and tired by the other? Portraying it as Mustang being the child that Hawkeye needs to mother, or he might end up sticking his tongue in a wall outlet down a public toilet. If I read about it one more time I will commit sudoku in minecraft.

It feels like disrespect for Mustang’s character too. The joke/gag about him being useless in certain situations only works because he has a hero complex. He is obsessed with being useful, on never giving up, especially on others. Not being able to help others highlights that and hurts him fundementally. It is not that he IS actually useless.

Hawkeye is just not the one in charge and leading the relationship and their goals. She is the one that follows, famously. It’s a repeated point that she is the more overtly insane and dependent one. Roy’s end goal is what keeps her going. She will explicitly not move on and take charge of their plan herself if she comes into that situation, she will simply give up and kill herself.

The need to see her be the one that is just better, stronger and smarter and doing everything in the dynamic all the time (while doing it perfectly ofc) annoys me. I have no idea where this comes from, besides popular bad American cartoons and movies often using the ‘clueless man x fundementally better woman’. Or it is #feminist ideas that the female character must be perfect and in charge otherwise it's too stereotypical and problematic.

I know fandom spaces are mostly made up of women, so it’s extra silly to me that women are the ones complaining about men in straight relationships putting all emotional labour on women and taking advantage of learnt helplessness to get out of tasks. And it is correct to complain about that. But then the same people turn to fiction and go ‘Aw isn’t it cute and sexy and so endearing for a male character to be completely helpless while his better and smarter and stronger mother girlfriend has to do everything for him UwU’. Truly baffling. It’s so unsexy to me.

My sickest fantasy is wanting to see mutual effort and respect in romance. Can they just both be cringe and pathetic sometimes? Strong and clever sometimes? Take care of each other and fill in when the other is lacking? For their codependecy and mess to be mutual? 

Stop making Mustang into a helpless child FFS.

When Worlds Collide

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: One minute you’re swinging around new york and the next you’re swinging into a different universe where you run into a very confused archer.

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: sorry this is mainly dialogue but I just needed to get it out the way. I am planning on making this a mini-series so I need you guys to bully me into staying motivated:)))))))))))

PART TWO

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If someone were to tell you that when you climbed out your window today, you would swing - quite literally - into another universe, well… You’re not sure what you would have said, maybe something along the lines of ‘you’re crazy' I guess. But they would have been correct, which is kinda crazy.

It would have been cool if someone did tell you that, though, cause then they would be this inter-dimensional psychic or whatever (not too sure on the correct term but you know what I mean). But they didn't, and you swung right into the streets of New York, and not the one you were used to. You would like to say it was graceful, however, You’re not too sure your screaming and a rather painful belly flop onto some bins in an alleyway wouldn’t have scored that high if it was out of 10.

And that's how you landed in this situation, sitting in bin juice, with a bow and arrow pointed at your head.

“Where the hell did you come from?” A woman asked with a perplexed tone, her dark hair in a ponytail and her face covered by her weapon. 

“Uh, not too sure.” 

“Like you literally just appeared out of nowhere,” She stated, my eyes adjusting allowing me to see her purple suit.

“Yeah… I guess I did… Can you maybe not shoot me, please? I’m kinda confused as to what just happened and the possibility of getting an arrow in my head is not helping with this situation.”

The woman lowered her weapon slightly and looked at you with a curious gaze, “What's with the spider-man suit? You a fan?”

“Spider-man? Spider-man? Are you serious?” What the hell is this girl on about.

She raised her eyebrows in response, “Yeah, spider-man, You know, got bit by a spider and now can climb up walls and shoot webs. He’s actually really nice, I’ve met him a few times at the avengers compound when Hawkeye took me, that was a really fun day. I also met The Hulk, and Falcon and-”

“What the fuck are the avengers?” You interrupted the woman's rambling, “Is that like a band or something? Are they all different bands?”

“Wait - bands?”

“Yeah, are you in a band? Why do you have a bow and arrow if you’re in a band?”

There was a small pause of silence between us until she spoke. “No.”

“So your not in a band or they aren't in a band? I'm confused.”

“No one is in a band, they’re superheroes. I’m a superhero… kinda,” she replied lowering her weapon to her side. “What are you from another universe or something, how do you not know who the avengers are-”

“Hey! She’s over here!” A loud voice shouted from the end of the alleyway, followed by an army of footsteps. 

“Oh shit.” the woman said as you quickly webbed yourself to the wall behind her and then landed beside her on the ground, “Hey, how did you-?

“No time for questions!” You replied quickly, gabbing her waist as you turned invisible, your touch also making her disappear from the guy's eyes who were wearing tracksuits? Odd.

With your free hand, you released a web, allowing you to swing out of the alleyway a couple of blocks down with numerous Oh my God's and Holy shit’s in your ear, before landing (much more gracefully) on top of a building, placing the dark-haired woman next to you, turning off your invisibility.

“Wow, you are way cooler than Spiderman,” she said, a little out of breath from the adrenaline. “And totally not a man.” She added, being able to look at your body properly now that it wasn't covered in bin bags. You wore a dark green skin-tight suit (which looked almost black due to the time of day, or should I say night, it was), with black webbing covering it with a black widow-like spider on the front and back, and the signature white eyelets. 

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, thankful that your mask hid your crimson cheeks from her comment, “Good observation skills, archer.” you said, still not knowing the woman's name.

“So who are you exactly? And you never answered my question about where you came from.”

“I’m Arachne.”

(A-rack-knee is basically how you pronounce it if anyone was having trouble)

“Like the girl who got turned into a spider-”

“-By Athena, yes! Except I’m not actually a giant spider, I just have spider-like tendencies I guess.” You interrupted, a bit too excited that she knew where your name was from as you were a bit of a history geek.

“What with webs and stuff…” She added.

“Yep.” you said, giving a very awkward thumbs up in return. “So what's your hero name then archer?”

“Uh, I haven’t really worked out the whole superhero name just yet, but you can call me Kate.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response, but Kate could only see the eyes of your suit go smaller, “Isn’t like the first rule of being a superhero is to not tell people your real name.”

“Shit. Yeah.”

“Promise I won't tell.”

“Appreciate it.”

“And about where I came from, I think another universe may be a good guess.” You joked, But when you saw the look on Kate’s face, she looked like she knew more than you.

“I think I know who can help.”

After helping Kate climb down the building, she lead you to an apartment complex a few blocks from where you landed in some bins. Again, not your finest moment. You watched in amusement as she pressed every single buzzer to get inside the building.

“I thought this was your place?” you asked when you guys were finally let in after a lame pizza excuse Kate gave one of the residents.

“Oh right, my place burnt down like 2 months ago, so I’m crashing at my aunt's place for now. Still haven't gotten round to getting a key cut yet,” She shrugged as I followed her up a tedious amount of stairs. Once the door was opened and you two were inside, you could immediately sense another heartbeat in the apartment. Just as your body tensed up, you heard the friendly sound of paws pattering across the wooden floor, calming your nerves. “This is Lucky, a.k.a Pizza Dog, a.k.a my best friend.” Kate introduced you as she knelt down to pat the dog. “That sounded less… sad in my head,” she muttered afterwards.

After confirming that no one else was there, you reached for the back of your mask, pulling it off, deciding that it would be kinda weird to leave it on any longer. With a quick breath, you blew the hair out of your face, finding the archer looking at you with a small blush on her cheeks, “definitely not a man,” she whispered to the dog.

“So… this person who you think can help… I’m guessing it's not the dog?” you joked, loosely pointing to the golden fluff ball on the floor. You managed to get a small chuckle from the raven-haired girl, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw hers.

“No, unfortunately not. They’re over at the avengers compound.”

“Right,” you nodded, “The band.”

“Yeah, the band. But I don’t think they will like me very much if I turn up at 2 am with someone who I found in the bins.” She finished, smiling to herself at your little banter. “Especially since I don’t even know your name…”

“Ah,” you breathed out, looking down at your feet as you felt slightly embarrassed by the statement. After all, you had helped her with the tracksuits, she was helping you find out what happened to you, let you into her home (or at least her aunts'), and she introduced you to her dog. She was long overdue for a proper introduction.

“Hi,” Kate had stood up now, moving to stand in front of you with a warm smile.

“Hi,” you replied, unsure of where this was going.

“I’m Kate, it's nice to meet you,” She placed her hand in the space between you two, offering a friendly re-introduction. You took her hand in yours, giving her a shy smile.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too.”

sparrow hawk may sound cool; but like; immage how funny it would be to have an episode about 'so marvle wants to sue us......'

okay so the thing is a few things. first, idk if scar’s design has WINGS, so idk if I want to give him a bird name at all. (I mean I think he’d still try to name himself hawkeye but this is about the name that actually gets used by everyone else not the one he tries to give himself early on.) the second is that I do sorta wanna keep “the name that sticks to scar’s magical girl form isn’t one he directly picks himself”.

I do like the idea of sparrowhawk, or maybe just like… sparrow? maybe early on he panics and says “a little bird did it” when asked who the person is who just beat that monster and he goes home and sobs to jellie that he sounded SO DUMB JELLIE he sounded SO DUMB. and jellie’s like. there there? and the next day they’re calling him “little bird” or, as the enthusiastic person holding a camera called him, sparrow.

and this is so early that scar enjoys the FANTASY of being a superhero but it hasn’t really sunk in that he is one, or for just how long this is going to last. so he’s half dizzy with “oh my god they’re talking about me in the newspaper” and “they’re talking about me in the newspaper… with a stupid name?” and “is that picture actually me?”

but he decides he won’t suffer this indignity. he’s gonna get a cooler name. he has a bow! he can be hawkeye! yeah! that’s even a bird!

anyway this is where cue the jokes about disney sueing comes in and eventually the names combine and he ends up sparrowhawk and he can live with that, fine, fine. hey cub, this means you need a bird name too—

i’ve been seeing a lot of mash noir au stuff on my dash recently and it’s making me think, so consider the following:

mash noir canon divergence

hawkeye gets dishonourably or undesirably discharged, can’t be a doctor, can’t really get any kind of legitimate background-check style job, but an old friend from boston or new york is a private investigator and hires him on as a partner. still won’t carry a gun. maybe solves a few mystery novel style cases but the work mostly consists of photographing cheating husbands and pulling hookups by pretending his job is cooler than it is. then one day BJ or Trapper (or Margaret or Charles or Klinger...) tracks him down and comes to him with a problem.

Older Art and a bit of writing:

A light breeze blew down the street, carrying the scent of popcorn, cotton, candy and the less pleasant smell of their

animals. It was only late October, but the contrast between the circus tent and the world around it couldn't have been bigger.

The warm light of the tent promised coziness and happiness, hours of carefree entertainment, wonders, and amazement.

The world around was less inviting. A constant spray of rain had soaked Clint's hoodie, the breeze feeling much cooler

through the wet fabric. The grey overcast sky showed no sign of clearing up.

For Clint it was just another night of performing, another night of being the incredible Hawkeye- the world's best

marksman. The guy who never missed a target. Somewhat famous by that point, his stage name was the reason why the

tent was full every night. Hawkeye and the Swordsman- the famous duo. Smile. Perform. Repeat daily

It used to be an adventure. Fun. Something to be proud of. As long as he had been a kid. Now, in his late teens, the sight of the

tent, the music and growing crowd made him want to run away. The smell of of cotton candy made him sick nowadays.

He wanted to leave. If only he had a place to go to. After all, these people were his family, and despite all the pain and hardship, it was the best he had ever had.

I'm not mad at hawkeye as a character, I'm slightly mad at roy thomas for having hawkeye put down the black panther twice in one issue by saying Cap is better. Cap is not better. T'challa is way cooler. (Avengers #56):

Rulie and Superhero AU?

"Sweetie, if the Avengers are going to take us seriously, we really need to start dressing the part," Julie said gently. Reggie pouted.

"Luke didn't wear sleeves, and you're not getting on his case!" he objected. Though let's be real, he was showing less boob than Captain America had been in his white smedium shirt.

"Luke's a lost cause," Julie said, ignoring the little 'hey' from where Luke was rummaging through the mini-fridge of their Secret Base (also known as 'Carrie's basement'.) "But wearing a 'I was zapped by a freaky science experiment in grad school and all I got were superpowers and this lousy t-shirt' shirt might not have been the best move."

"But it establishes my backstory!" Reggie defended himself. "Besides, Hawkeye laughed."

"That's not the endorsement you think it is," Carrie said from where she was probably texting Kate Bishop (aka the Cooler Hawkeye). Reggie pouted, and Julie kissed his cheek.

"Maybe next time, let's try a plain t-shirt, okay?"

"Fine," Reggie sighed. Or maybe next time, Willie would be done with the costumes Reggie designed and they could just show up in those. If he could convince Julie that the skin-tight spandex was totally necessary for crime fighting, that was.

Joehills S9Ep14

Cubfan135: like hawkeye but cooler and slower

"The Big Five"

(This is still related to the MCU I promise!)

A friend recently explained to me about the "Big Five" of Africa - basically the continent's five most iconic animals - and how apparently tourists often get a little obsessive about making sure they manage to see all of them while traveling there. Which can, you know, sometimes lead to stupid and dangerous situations. Given that it's not always a great idea to actively seek out, for example, motherfucking lions.

Anyway, this got me thinking about tourists in MCU New York and how you just know there's a "Big Five" list of heroes. And now I literally cannot stop picturing tourists wandering around NYC hoping to catch glimpses of all five in order to get the "true New York experience," inevitably bumbling themselves into danger on accident in their misguided attempts to collect hero sightings like Pokémon cards.

An entire media ecosystem would develop around things like where to look for each of the five heroes, city tours of those areas, safety tips when witnessing supervillain fights, and the griping of native New Yorkers.

(A sample of common complaints:

"Do they have to clog up the sidewalks though"

"Folks when you see a big blue beam into space do not go towards it??? Follow the evacuation protocol???"

"I don't get the hype about the big five, there are so many cooler heroes that are less mainstream."

"^ plus lots of heroes more challenging to find! I literally see Spider-Man at least twice a week just sitting on the hotdog stand"

"Love the scared shuffle the tour groups do through Hell's Kitchen, and they never even see anything. Come back at night y'all.")

Not to mention, discourse about who should be included in the "Big Five" list would be brutal.

Consider these bonus, objectively hilarious scenarios:

Tourists getting saved by heroes and then being disappointed that their saviors are not part of the Big Five (This actually happens! Tourists in Africa will see the coolest wildlife ever and still be bummed if they didn't get to check off their big five boxes)

Many of the official Avengers would not be included in the Big Five lmao (We said iconic New York superheroes.)

The pettiness, salt, and general bitchery about this. Top tier.

Hawkeye: "What do you mean Daredevil is one of the Big Five and I'm not??"

"Is there an extended ranking or something? Where do I place?"

Does Ironman get to be on the list? Or does California get to claim him?

Peter Parker's face when he learns that Spider-Man is one of the least disputed heroes in the Big Five

In the Dark of the Night

Summary: From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue.

Prompts fulfilled: ‘Bigger is Better in Bed’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); ‘Skinny Dipping’ and ‘Camping’ – Marvel Rare Pair Round 3; ’27. Outdoor Event’ – Flufftober; ‘Sex Toys’ – Build a Bucky Bingo; ’13. Restraints’ – Whumpcember.

CW: All the sex. Only a shade short of PWP. Check it out on AO3 here or below the cut with the cards!

“This is harder than I remember,” Clint grumbled, fighting with a metal pole, his brow furrowed in frustration. I couldn’t help but grin, reclined with my feet up on a cooler, sipping at a bottle of beer. ‘Are you sure you don’t want any help?’ I offered again when his eyes were pointed toward me, the bottle between my knees to sign one-handed. We were both still adjusting somewhat to the realities of living without our aids that made us seem ‘normal’ to the wider society – but we were both also happier without them. Clint’s headaches were all but none-existent, and the pain in my shoulder was significantly reduced without the constant muscle engagement. We were both less grumpy, better fathers and husbands than we’d ever envisioned ourselves being. But, coming up to the third anniversary of our first date, we’d realised it’d been a very long time since we’d had any time just the two of us. With two kids under three and five (six, in Clint’s case) other partners to keep amused, there just weren’t enough hours in the day – not to mention our residual Avenger duties, and taking the kids to the compound to keep the team happy. But here we were, in the middle of the National Park – no more than an hour away from home, just in case – with a tent, a cooler full of beers… And a bag I’d kept from Clint’s eyes, packed with things to make our evening more entertaining. “Do you think they’re doing okay?” he mused as he finally maneuvered the poles into place, frowning minutely. I stood to wrap my arm around his waist, my chin finding his shoulder. ‘They’re absolutely fine, honey. I promise. And we can be there in less than an hour if we’re needed – hell, I’m pretty sure if it was an actual emergency, Steven would be hunting us down.’ His head tipped back with a soft sigh, leaning into the curve of my neck. “I know, I know. I just… I haven’t spent a night away from the kids since they were born. It feels weird not to have Artemis climbing something she shouldn’t, or Apollo wanting an extra story before bed…” I smiled fondly, nuzzling into his hair. I couldn’t deny that I was preoccupied with the same thoughts – but if I too let myself dissolve into worry, we’d end up leaving before the tent was ever erected. ‘Well, the Spiders and Steve will take good care of them. They love those two crazy kids as much as we do, sweetheart. Everything is gonna be okay.’ With another sigh, he nodded, turning to wrap his arms around my neck. “I know you’re right. It’s just weird being away from them, you know?” My lips found his softly, reassuringly, hand at the base of his spine to pull him closer, occupied by holding him and forcing him to lipread. “I know. But I plan to keep you plenty occupied, don’t you worry.’ “Oh?” He grinned broadly, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw and eliciting a quiet purr. “Mhm. Can’t remember the last time we weren’t in earshot of the kids, too…” My fingers tightened, digging gently into his waist to hold him more firmly against me, and he whimpered gently in response. “Intending to have your way with me, Sergeant Barnes?” he breathed, whining when I pulled his hair to expose his throat to my teeth and tongue. “Always, Hawkeye,” I murmured, nipping gentle bruises into the soft skin over his pulse before shifting away, leaving him panting lightly. “But I think you have a tent to finish assembling first.”

It was still half-light by the time we’d made camp, so we decided to head down toward the lake, the cooler hanging between the two of us. “I wish I had both hands so I could sign,” I grumbled, making him roll his eyes good-naturedly. “If I had my hearing aids, you wouldn’t have to,” he pointed out. “But they’re at the bottom of a very deep lake, and your arm is only for emergencies these days. And we’re both better for it… Right?” he added, a minute frown flickering across his face. “Right,” I agreed readily. I didn’t regret my choice most of the time, but moments when I couldn’t sign to my husband were endlessly frustrating, even now. “I’d far rather lipread on occasion than either of us suffer.” He leant over to kiss me lightly, and I grinned, eyes flicking to the side automatically at the shimmer of dying sunlight on water reflected on his face. “I’d far rather see you wet and naked than fully dressed right now, Barton.” With a soft laugh, he left the cooler on the sand, heading toward the water as he worked on his clothes. The sight of the exposed skin of his back spurred me into action, jerking eagerly at my belt and kicking off my shoes haphazardly as I stumbled forward. By the time I’d caught up to him, he’d already shed his jeans, and turned to me with his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers. “Care to do the honours?” No sooner had he spoken than I was on my knees, tugging hungrily at the material. Polycules and toddlers didn’t leave us much time for the simple pleasures in life, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to take my time with him – sex these days was typically quick and dirty, often stolen in a layby after running an errand or with one eye on a monitor to make sure the kids were okay. It’d been some time since we’d been truly intimate, and even longer still since we’d done so just the two of us. I certainly can’t remember the last time I did this, I noted, trailing the very tip of my tongue over his length slowly, one hand tanging in my hair to ground himself as he let out a low groan. “I can’t remember the last time you did this,” he breathed, making me smile as I took him between my lips patiently, revelling in the feeling of him getting harder on my tongue. “Fuck, I forgot how goddamn good you are, James…” With a soft purr, I bobbed my head slowly, sucking pre-come from his tip before drawing away and making him whimper. “Now, now…” I murmured, standing to kiss him deeply and feeling him tremble at the taste of himself on my lips. “We have all night, my love. I intend to take my sweet time with you.” His hands fumbled as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my shirt over my head as I kicked them free, his fingertips trailing the ragged scar at my shoulder and eliciting a shiver. “What if I don’t want to wait?” he whined, palm pressing against my half-hard cock through my boxers, making me hiss through clenched teeth. “A needy boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled, smirking when he nodded desperately. “At least let us get back to the tent, honey. I doubt any of our partners will be amused at having to pick us up from a police station for indecent exposure.” Clint met my eye, grinning, and we snorted in unison. “Yeah, okay – Ashe would probably get a kick out of it.” Our most deviant Spider would almost certainly be delighted by having to fetch us after being caught fucking on the beach – if anything, they’d simply be sad they missed the show. With a light-hearted sigh, Clint stepped back, placated by the promise of a long night to come, waving a hand as his feet found the water.

I would be a happy man if I never stopped staring at him, I marvelled, watching the last of the twilight dapples fade from his still-damp flesh. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. “You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, one hand shifting to take a long sip of his beer. “I can’t help myself,” I replied honestly, rolling onto one side to survey him more thoroughly. “You’re breathtaking.” He was lay stretched out on a towel beside the campfire, the leaping shadows cast by the flames dancing over his tanned skin, coloured by the years spent on our farm and running around in fields, chasing child and dog alike. A light blush dusted his cheekbones, barely perceptible in the low light, and he offered me a lazy smile. “I don’t know how you keep your hands off me.” “Neither do I,” I agreed, moving to lay beside him, palm smoothing over his chest. His eyes closed automatically, a smile pulling at his lips as my fingertips brushed his abdomen. With a soft, happy sigh, I closed my fingers around his half-hard length, leaning closer to kiss him lightly. “I’ve missed this,” I admitted quietly. “I love our life, but…” He nodded, shifting closer to me, one hand tangling in my hair. “But sometimes you miss having a little more time to ourselves?” I nodded back, and he grinned, lips brushing mine. “We have two kids, sweetheart. I think every parent misses having more time to themselves – even when there’s a whole hoard of them to keep the kids entertained. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’ve missed you too,” he added, shifting his hips infinitesimally closer, one eye opening to find mine. A low growl resounded in my chest, and I moved quickly, my hand finding his wrists and pinning them over his head to keep his body extended and still beneath me. He let out a soft whine of delight, neck straining to seek my lips with his, but I simply straddled his waist, letting my cock nudge against his teasingly. “My poor, neglected Hawk,” I murmured, tracing my lips along his jaw. “It’s been so long since you  had me all to yourself…” He nodded frantically, writhing beneath me and pushing himself closer, making me smirk. “You know, I’ll still never forget the very first time you fucked me – the day we announced Artie to the team, with the Spiders’ eyes on you as you realised just how good I felt wrapped around your cock…” He swallowed dryly, nodding again, his lips parted with need. “I- I didn’t expect- I didn’t think it would be so… That you would be so…” “Amazing? Incredible, flawless, irresistible… Tight?” I added, dropping my voice to a whisper and rutting my hips gently against his. “All of the above,” he gasped, back arching. “Please- God, it’s been so long. I need you, James.” His words fanned the flames burning in my abdomen, and I surrendered with a groan, claiming my mouth with his hungrily and rutting against him, lost in the sensation of his cock pressed against mine. “Want to fuck me, baby boy?” “God, yes,” he groaned, wriggling beneath me once more. “Please- Please, Buck- James, I-I need-” He didn’t get chance to finish his sentence as I shifted my hips, lining him up against my ass and grinning as his eyes grew wide. “Don’t you- Should we-”

My fingers released his wrists and found the small bag I’d packed, quickly pouring a copious amount of lubricant in my hand as his eyebrow raised in interest, neck straining to peer into my bag of tricks. I smirked, kissing him softly. “I’m a big boy, Clint…” My hand slicked over his length, eliciting a shiver, and I let his tip slide inside me slowly, revelling in his trembling, taut body, eyes blown wide as I took his cock patiently. “Mm- and so are you… God, I forgot just how big you are, Hawk…” His fingers found my hips, guiding me along his length, panting softly in pleasure. “I forgot how tight you are, James… Fuck, you feel incredible- I can’t believe how long it’s been since w-” I cut him off with a twitch of my hips, eliciting a sharp groan, his fingers clenching in pleasure as I rode him patiently. My hand moved automatically back to my bag, retrieving a length of rope and a rubber ring. Clint’s eyebrow raised, and I grinned as I tugged him upright, passing the rope around his torso and securing his wrists to his chest. “No touching,” I breathed, pushing him roughly back to the dirt and sliding his cock free, eliciting a whine of frustration, hips straining as best they could to bury himself back inside me. With a soft, soothing hush, I slid the ring along his length, revelling in his whimper of revelation. “James-” I leant forward as I took him once more, kissing him gently and smothering the whine on his lips. “Easy, sweet boy… I don’t want you finishing too quickly, do I? I’ve waited a very long time for this…” My hips twitched, and he gasped quietly, head tipping back in his trussed-up pleasure and frustration. “Fuck- G-Good idea, I… I don’t think I’d-” My hand wrapped around my own pulsing cock as I shifted more quickly, letting out a quiet groan of pleasure. “Fuck, Clint, I forget how good you make me feel…” My back arched as I made the most of his vulnerability, knees clamped to his hips as I worked myself eagerly atop him, already growing ragged and frantic as his tip brushed the vulnerable bundle of nerves when I buried him inside me. “Too good- Christ, I don’t know how long I can-” “Please, James,” Clint rasped, hips twitching desperately, his eyes alight with pleasure when I cut myself off with a desperate whine. “Please- I want you to come for me. Please, sweetheart.” His eagerness and hunger for my ecstasy spurred me along, my fingers tightening around myself as my muscles trembled desperately. “Clint- fuck, I-I-” The words faded into a groan of euphoria as I clenched around him, every inch of my body taut and shaking as I found my climax. He moaned happily as my seed painted his chest, fingers flexing with need, his hips moving as best they could to guide me through my orgasm with sweet care. My body was still quivering and weak as I untied his hands – but he knew the drill well enough, knew that my fatigued form wasn’t a signal for him to stop, but merely to take control and use me like the worn-out sex toy I loved to be. My cheek met the dirt as he pinned me, hands on my hips as he pulled me roughly against him. My own seed was still dripping from his chest as he buried himself inside me, slickening my skin and trailing over my ass. “That’s it, James – keep that ass nice and high for me, that’s a good boy…” I whined under my breath as one hand tangled in my hair, jerking me back against him. “Think I’ll need this ring a little longer if I don’t want to fill you up just yet…”

“We have all night,” I noted, turning my head so he could read my lips, the words coming intermittent and panted as he pounded against me mercilessly. “Pl-plenty of time to recover, t-to go a-ah!-again- fuck, yes, just- just like that, Clint, please!” My cock was filling again already, and his hand shifted to grasp my stiffening length, jerking me in time with his eager thrusts. “I can tell how much you’ve missed me, baby – so desperate for me to spent all evening buried in this tight ass, hm?” I nodded desperately, enamoured by the low, filthy chuckle the motion elicited. “Don’t you worry, my sweet boy; I’ll make sure you’re good and satisfied before we head home.” He pulled out briefly, making me whine as I pressed back, feeling empty and lost – but his tip quickly slid back inside me, bottoming out fully without the ring wrapped around him and causing my fingers to dig into the dirt desperately. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, hm? So needy, so eager for me to fill you up?” I nodded again, rutting back as he slammed into me with bruising force, his hand clenched around me. “Fuck- James- I can’t, I’m-” “Please,” I whimpered, joyous tears pricking my eyes as he unmade me. “Please, Clint. Fill me up. Use me. I’m yours.” His cry was almost feral as he emptied himself inside me, hips never slowing until I spilled yet again, lost in the sensation of his hot seed being fucked further into me and leaking around his cock as he groaned contentedly. “Fuck- That’s it. That’s it. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I lay with my head on his chest in the dirt, still panting softly, the both of us naked, slick with sweat and sticky with our seed as he caressed my hair gently. ‘I’ve missed this,’ I signed, my movements muted and tired, but no less happy, and he kissed my forehead  with a hum. “It’s nice to get away every now and then,” he agreed, holding me a little tighter. “…Though the swim now seems a little redundant, huh?” I grinned as I raised my head, leaning forward to brush my lips to his lightly. “I’d say let’s go again, but I’m sure we’re going to get plenty more filthy before the night is over.”

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Thor

So, cards on the table, Thor was never a favorite of mine.

In terms of the "Chrises", Hemsworth isn't the one I find the most attractive. And a big part of the marketing appeal around Thor in this first film IS about his masculine attractiveness. So when I watched it the first time, I remember thinking "meh, okay" about the movie.

I did enjoy Natalie Portman's character of Jane, LOVED both Sif and Darcy, and Heimdall? C'mon man. No one is cooler than Idris Elba's Heimdall.

So how about this viewing?

This round I was really taken with the cinematography. I don't think I fully appreciated the majesty of Asgard in the first one (or the skill it took to create it), nor the Bifrost, or even Jotunheim. Say what you want about Kenneth Branagh but his films have a beauty to them. (How much of that credit belongs to the editors is up for grabs as obviously post-production is crazy for films like this.) If you are considering a re-watch, I'd strongly encourage you to really look at the environments created for Asgard and Jotunheim- they're gorgeous and unique.

I appreciated Thor's breakdown scene when he can't lift Mjolnir more, probably due to Thor's struggle with worthiness and general depression in Endgame.

I will say in general, I think I appreciated Hemsworth's acting more this round. He has to be this kind of old-timey knight figure among normal people and he has held to that well throughout his whole Avengers tenure. I imagine that is harder than it seems at times.

Despite having finished Loki Season 2 recently, Tom Hiddleston's performance in this first movie doesn't wow me. It's fine, good even, but doesn't stand out to the level one might expect, at least for me. Avengers is coming soon though and there our boy villain shines. I will say I think the problem here is the plot is actually a bit TOO convoluted. The writers couldn't quite decide, or so it appears, what to do with Loki. His anger at his father's deception would be logical but he seems to have turned all that on Thor in a way that didn't fully jive for me. I think there could have been a bit more to show his desire for a throne prior to the reveal OR a bit more of Thor being a bit of a jerk to him. Either would help me understand his motivations more clearly.

Portman, Kat Dennings (Darcy), and Heimdall all stand. I was more interested in Erik Selvig this round and love/hate the fact he was an original character for MCU. (He has sense been added to the Marvel comicbook universe as well). Coulson was his badass self as always and I had forgotten about Hawkeye's small but important part.

Probably the hardest part for ME with this movie is that the Jotuns were mostly painted as just bad. In some ways Loki is treated as proof that isn't true (never understood why he wasn't blue except when he was holding that casket thing- supposedly Odin magic/illusion I guess?) but then turns. Odin pays lip service to the idea that they can't just attack a whole race for the actions of a few, but we don't SEE any positive or even neutral examples of Jotun. I know people will say that some groups are supposed to be bad, but I think that goes against a core principle of Marvel. No group of beings that we are supposed to see as PEOPLE can be inherently all bad. Now if they had made them monsters, that's different- monsters can be bad or at least, indifferent. But monsters don't have coherent conversations with you either.

I guess I would have liked to see a few Jotun trading or conversing or a Jotun mother with a child or such. Anything of that nature would have "humanized" them more.

Overall, Thor was more beautiful to look at this time around (because I appreciated it more) and overall I'd say more enjoyable, but still not probably in my top 10 of all the movies. Maybe I'll make that list when I finished. Tomorrow- Captain America, with my favorite Chris.

Note for me:

Directed by: Kenneth Branagh

I just came across your blog and I love it so much! Your art is wonderful and I love how much you love riza (she’s one of my favorite fictional characters but I feel like there is so much interesting depth to her that doesn’t get explored much so I love your takes on her personality!) I was curious if you have any thoughts/headcanons/whatever on team Mustang dynamics, they are obviously really important to riza and I would honestly pay Arakawa all the money I had for some sort of precanon miniseries about team Mustang

yeahyeah! she is my favourite too :3c

I think about her interacting with other characters all the time... She's the type that is difficult to connect with and only really shows her personality to the people that are close to her. People always go on about how Mustang is portraying a persona, but she does that as well!! She can forever coast on her reputation of being Amestris #1 scary killer and portrays herself as this perfectionist that's in it for being the best soldier, and is so good at sticking to the rules that she will even correct her boss and keep him in line, to the point that she is seen as the real boss on the team by outsiders. But in reality, she is a mess held together by ducttape and not working on the gouverment's side at all lol.

Keeping the discipline is part of an adjutant job description, so it fits her perfectly for sure and she does take it very seriously. But I really don't like when she is portrayed by fanon as needlessly aggressive or even cruel to her teammates (I suppose that is the 'mean girlboss' trope people sometimes put on her). There is no need to start flashing/firing guns at her friends (!!!) for every minor annoyance or to keep them in line. She is not like that at all and takes use of her weapons very seriously. A disapproving look or a 'do x, that's an order' is more than enough. She is intimidating, but not aggresive or dominating. Maybe she should be meaner actually, because she always only blames herself for everything, sometimes fairly, but also for things that were not in her control like her father’s abuse or Mustang’s actions... She should be mad at others sometimes grr

What I like about her is that despite everything she did and been through, she is still the biggest softie. Its the duality of her ruthless actions and reputation, and her kind personality underneat :) (Hughes actually has that quality too but fanon never makes him mean to his friends to be ‘cooler’ or something. Guess cus he’s an extrovert and not a girlboss :/). Anyway, I think that's portrayed great with Fuery in the extra where they get Black Hayate! (yesyes I know she doesn't use her guns with care then, but i kinda excuuse the extras being a bit more goofy etc etc whatever gjgfghjh).

At the start of the series, Fuery seems to be new on the team and is kinda scared of Hawkeye. When he finds a stray dog and shows her, she tells him to 'find an owner by the end of the day' without elaborating further, so he mentally adds 'or I will kick him back out in the rain'. Only at the end do we find out she adopts the dog herself after giving everyone else a chance and putting herself last. Whenever she interacts with Fuery later they have a lot more relaxed atmosphere and he still looks after Hayate sometimes. I like the idea of the white dog that Hayate has puppies with being Fuery’s dog for that reason, it fits! I know shippers wanna be ‘omg royai raise dogs instead of kids’ (also cute), but I somewhat prefer the dog being Fuery’s (or just her own, depends on my mood). They can joke about Riza having to pay child support (dog food) to Fuery lol

Idunno, this got kinda long  and dumb but with the team its something like this perhaps fhghgjdjg