(Source: cittamemes, via russiasredguardian)
my favorite pairings are when they hate each other so much they make out
//hahahah and i called him an asshole for that and he said i was a bitch for not replying to his perfectly nice message before and not giving him a chance
//a guy on okcupid messaged me a few days ago and i meant to reply because he seemed nice enough, didn’t really look like my type but i could still talk to him, but i forgot about it and today he sent me a message that said ‘how about you just let me get at those c cups without dealing with personality.’
go fuck yourself
i think people use him because of the whole archery thing. but i agree, i never saw him as barney. i love him as an actor and a faceclaim and everything, but just.. not.. barney.
i feel like he’s just an easy choice because the main thing he is in features him regularly using a crossbow (even though barney doesn’t actually use a crossbow) and there’s nothing wrong with that but there are other people that fit his physical description better, even if you’re going mcu where it makes more sense for him to have darker hair i think there are better people.
i feel the same way about crystal reed being kate, it’s the easy choice but not one that i would pick.
//i want to clarify that i don’t DISLIKE norman reedus for barney and everyone has the right to fancast as they please (as long as it’s not whitewashing or things like that) he’s just not MY barney
WEEK 2: ILLRIPYOURTHROAT’S HOLIDAY GIVEAWAY OF URL GRAPHICS & STUFF
(no i am not going to make new graphics 4 this frickin post. deal.)
hello yes and we all have a second chance to win the thing and The Thing is me making you a graphic based on your url and character anD ALL OF THAT FUN STUFF i’m really bad at explaining. i’ve explained it (badly) on week one’s post here. here’s a bullet pointed list of the important details it’ll do my job better than ever
- rp blogs only!!!!!!!!! you do not have to be in the hunger games fandom though
- you have until friday to enter, where i i will then randomly generate three urls that over the weekend i’ll make them a graphic
- you enter by reblogging. you may reblog this as many times as you want, and you’ll be entered that many times. likes don’t do a thing though.
- you don’t have to follow my blog. my blog is full of ME YELLING and attempts at rp i will not force u into dealing w this
- i plan on doing this for every week in december. unless y’all bribe me/want me to, and then maybe i’ll keep doing it or s/t. i don’t know we’ll see.
this is the tag that’ll be used for the graphics within this giveaway i’m doing that i’ve made. this is my overall graphics tag.
etc etc. good luck my friends
Memories were still fresh and playing in his mind. It was enough to make his head pound. Sorting through what were his memories and what were memories from being a toy for the Soviet Union was hard. Distinguishing two vastly different lives and trying to figure out where he stood between them was harder. Every time his eyes closed, new memories would flood. Some of him killing someone, other times it would be with familiar faces having a beer and laughing while in a tent. Memories of war, both of them, but very different wars he’d been through.
He’d requested medicine for his head, something to mellow down the ache and it was going on an hour since he asked. James didn’t expect anything different to be honest. He saw the way several agents looked at him. The man with a bionic arm with a Russian star near his shoulder. He was the bad guy, the terrorist that had killed many people and destroyed far more than one person should have been capable of. The profile they’d gave him, one that was apparently on him, was a mess across the table. Pictures from over the years crumbled and tossed aside, pictures of him from before the accident with the Howling Commandos and Steve shoved out of reach. He didn’t want to face those memories yet. He was trying to silence the ones that were practically screaming for his attention.
His feet were propped up on the table, the chair pushed out some and he stared blankly at the door. The same position he’d been in earlier when he’d asked for the medicine. James was waiting patiently, which it wasn’t as though he had much choice. When he heard the creak of the door, his eyes lifted up to face the blonde who was stepping into the interrogation room. “Please tell me you brought something for this headache.” The Russian accent was still thick, not bothering to hide it. It wasn’t as though there was really a point to hiding it after all.
Clint really didn’t want to be the person to do this, he would rather it be anyone else. Well, not Natasha because he wasn’t sure exactly why that was a bad idea but he knew it was. Something about this man set her on edge and that was never good, as much as Clint wanted to keep away from him he also wanted to find out why he was having this affect on his partner. It was disconcerting. He had never seen anyone get to Natasha like that, even after the things that happened in New York with the aliens and…Loki, she hadn’t been shaken up.
What did James Buchanan Barnes have that made her eyes grow wide when she heard his name?
He wasn’t even just a SHIELD agent now, like he was before, he was an Avenger now and he didn’t want to go back to just being an agent for a shadow corporation, but part of the deal was that he helped them out when they needed it and they let him spend most of his time training with the new team. He wished he could just leave this place behind. He already had enough blood on his hands and guilt in his soul. But this was something they demanded he do, talk to the man that used to be the Winter Soldier, or maybe still was, they couldn’t really be sure at the moment.
Walking into the room Clint held a bottle of asprin, the strong stuff, and a water bottle in one hand and a file in the other. “Yeah, I got some stuff for ya.” Setting the medicine and water on the table in front of the name he considered the man in front of him, he didn’t look like a much. Just like any of the agents in the building, minus the arm hidden under his clothing. “My name’s Clint Barton, I’m s’posed to figure out if you’re a threat.”