MY ALARM GOES OFF SO I ROLL OVER AND CHECK MY PHONE AND MY AMERICAN GODS GOOGLE ALERT HAS DELIVERED THIS BOUNTY UNTO ME????????
AM I STILL FUCKING DREAMING, I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE THE GODDAMN DAY, BRYAN FULLER YOU ARE MAKING MY WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE ONE CARNIVOROUS VAGINA AT A TIME
I don’t even know shit about American Gods but both of these headlines are GOLD
Not sorry.Stubborn dwarf.
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#TBT #HailHydra Max Hernandez (a.k.a. Jasper Sitwell) de la pelicula de Marvel, “Captain America: The Winter Soldier”, y la TV serie de ABC, “Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” @ Puerto Rico Comic Con 2014.
"-We should be good from there. Kate? Kate. Girly girl, you listening? OOI! Hawkbreath!" Clint frowned, poking her hard in the side. "Snap the fuck outta it, Kate. This is important, damnit. Were ya even payn attention?"
Kate’s eyes were fixated on shadows moving down the hallway as Clint was whispering, she was only half listening and he could obviously tell by the tone of his voice. “Shhh~ Shhh of course I am,” She hushed him, noticing that his voice was raised slightly when he got frustrated, which in her mind risked blowing their cover. “I’ve got it, but I see movement over there, I think someone’s coming early- will this plan even work if they come in early? We might have to wing it on this one.”
"Yes. Now stop talking, and futzing look, damnit." He hissed back, tempted to send her back. He should have protested harder when Fury had asked him to take her with him. This was going to turn out to be a shit show. He could just feel it.
She gave a nod then, shrugging a bit. “Sure, if you say so.” She threw a boot up on the wall, leaning on it as she stretched out her legs. “Just a suggestion, you might want to take a personal day in the future. You’re good with the brats, but remember they’re not entirely your responsibility.” She smiled toward him then, pushing back her hair.
"Cant always count on me and Tasha to beat the sense back into you after all." Course, he could. But that was no excuse for not taking care of yourself. She switched to stretching the other leg then, her back cracking a little when she extended. If she were honest she hadn’t been sleeping either; but it took a lot longer to show on her.
"I don’t have sense, ask anyone." He smirked, pushing off the wall, stumbling slightly. He recovered quickly enough, shaking his head. "Uh. So, I think I’m gonna go grab some sleep. If I ain’t back in like, an hour, two at tops, come bang on the door or somethin, alright?" He turned, trying to stifle a huge yawn.
Tony grinned at the texts and quickly stopped what he was working on, making his way up to their bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, mostly because there was motor oil over most of his clothing, and slipped into bed with Clint, cuddling right up. ”Hey sleepy,” he said, kissing Clint’s shoulder.
He hummed, snuggeling close to Tony, pillowing his head up against Tony’s shoulder. “Cooool. We’r dr’vn ‘er wh’n ‘es d’ne.” Clint mumbled, his eyes closed already.
Tony cuddled Clint and kissed his hair, keeping him close an smiling softly. He yawned into his hair and nodded. ”When he’s done,” Tony promised. ”Get some sleep, Heart.”
Clint hummed again, nuzzling Tony gently, slipping quietly off to sleep.