Hey guys! I am a fanfiction writer, aspiring pro writer, and a bit of an artist. I have dreams of traveling the world and writing full time as a career. Nice to meet you.
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Sneak peek at my rainbow sheep. All but one went into the kiln today 😊
Sneak peek at the hearts. Got all seventeen glazed and ready to fire today 😁
Part 2 of magnet production. They shall be my rainbow sheep.
Production has begun peeps. I have decided to try my luck making magnets and I'm starting with pride hearts.
Did you guys know Jeremy Renner sings? Because I just discovered this.
I knew the guy played but I didn't know he sings. He's really good too. No auto tune here it sounds like. Now I'm wondering if Clint secretly sings in the shower with his aids out. He's pretty sure he sounds terrible but doesn't care. Nat sneaks in and sets up a recorder at some point. Plays it back to him later that evening over Chinese food and cartoons. He has to admit he isn't as tone deaf as he thought. Nat just rolls her eyes.
I love Clint Barton because he’s the kind of guy who would ask if he could get an Avengers discount at Starbucks
Is there a "I've gone too far" with writing research?
Let me clarify my odd question. I write marvel fanfiction and original stuff at the moment. In order to understand and write Clint Barton, and other deaf characters in the future, better I've taken my interest in ASL off the back burner and decided to more seriously pursue it. Got a couple textbooks for my bday. Found Vicar's ASLU resources online along with some other promising resources I want to look in to.
Am I taking it too far by considering a degree in ASL/Deaf studies? I mean it's all for you Hawkeye but college is so expensive and I'm still finishing my first BA.. I gotta say some colleges look promising though. Liking some of the coursework options at one I found up in Boston.
Anyway, help a friend out? I always knew I'd be a jack-of-all-trades to be a full time writer but another college? Another degree? Too far you think? I just don't think online will do enough for me you know. Gotta have that in person instruction.
Do you think the Winter Soldier ever stood by the window of the jets bringing him back to Siberia and watched the Northern Lights weave across the starry skies, casting their ethereal colours over snowy peaks that had always been such grim shades of grey, white and black?
Do you think he’d turn to his side, wanting to show it to someone, someone who liked pretty lights and colours and pigments, who could tell him if the ribbons of light were scarlet, crimson or carmine?
Do you think he’d glance around the faces in the jet and frown, not finding who he was looking for? And then he would wonder who he was looking for. Did they exist or did he dream them up in his long cold sleeps?
He’d turn back to watch the dancing lights, ephemeral, intangible, just like the snatches of broken images of a blond head and a metal shield and a gloved hand, always just out of his reach.
What was his name?
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HAWKEYE - Clint Barton vs Kate Bishop... vs Lucky ?!
Marvel Entertainment - Animated Promotional Video Directed by Pedro Allevato
so there is a story here, but it’s not mine to tell. call it maybe the AU where Clint never left the circus? that’ll get you in the right place, more or less. peeking in through the fence if not on the midway proper. close enough to hear the music if the wind is favorable.
this is a commission for the incredibly awesome @thepresidentisnude; it is her story, she wrote the incredible poetry [x] that set the tone for the whole painting, so if you love it (IS IT NOT SPLENDID??) please do tell her so!
So cute
Alpine ‘menace’ Rogers-Barnes
These are so adorable! It's funny, I just found a fic night before last that goes perfectly with these pictures. Anybody up for sheepherder Bucky?
look at these little darlings !!
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It's happening people
We're getting successful results in teleportation!
I feel like wing!au’s aren’t very popular anymore but im still secretly in love with them
Aww! Love this so much 😊 May have to steal the concept of the uncalibrated touch sensors.
Bucky’s metal arm has touch sensors. They’ve just never been calibrated properly. The soldier learned only what was important to him on the field, the cold hard metal of a gun and how much pressure to use when pulling the trigger.
Steve notices this, as he helps Bucky settle in to his new life. He sees Bucky touching the soft flannel bedsheets first with his right hand, then with his left hand, brows knitted in deep concentration.
Uncertainly, Steve asks if he doesn’t like it, if it is too warm or too soft—
“Soft,” Bucky picks up the word from Steve’s ramble. He lowers his head and looks at the pastel sheets between his fingers, and repeats. “Soft.”
The cotton tee, the woollen cardigan, the denim pants, the mesh sneakers, he gently rubs each textile between his fingers with both hands. He does the same when in the kitchen, running his fingers lightly over the coarse heads of a cauliflower, the pockmarked rind of an orange, the sharp stalks of rosemary, the glossy skin of a plum.
His vocabulary recovers more with time, and whenever Steve asks how it feels, he can give a few extra words — firm, smooth, hard, sharp, rough. On the occasions he says the word soft, his whole expression relaxes and all the lines soften, and Steve wishes he could swathe the man with everything soft and fluffy just to keep it there.
They sit down to watch TV after dinner. lt’s their ritual. A time when they sit together silently — when Bucky gets used to being in the same physical space, without feeling the pressure to make conversation. It seems silly but Steve has seen the difference it has made, from Bucky wedging himself into the other end of the couch, to now relaxing next to him, their shoulders occasionally brushing as they reach for the crackers on the table.
This has been a particularly long day, Steve having just returned from a 3 day mission where he barely caught a wink. About ten minutes into the soothing documentary about red pandas, he is fast asleep. He wakes to something brushing against his hand, light and tremulous. Then something a little cooler and a lot harder does the same, and he realises what it is.
Bucky snatches his hands back when Steve opens his eyes. He says guiltily, “Sorry.”
Steve reaches out and rests his palm over Bucky’s metal fingers. “How does it feel?”
Bucky searches his face warily, and then he relaxes. Steve feels a light tickle as the small metal plates whir quietly under his hand.
“Soft,” Bucky answers. After a moment, he adds, “Warm.”
Steve threads his fingers through the metal ones, and hold the hand close. After a little while, he feels the metal fingers curl slowly until they rest, ever so gently, against the back of his hand.
“Tingly,” Bucky suddenly says, out of nowhere.
Steve smiles and answers, “Same.” He points to his chest, “Here.”
He can see the concern and confusion as Bucky glances a few times at his ribs.
One day, Bucky will understand what that means. Steve looks down at their linked fingers and runs his thumb along the metal plates, drawing a slight shiver from the man beside him.
This is a good start.
WIP - The King ofJotunheim
Digital painting
I present to anyone who actually sees my posts - my tribute to winterhawk: Kirby edition 😆
"We're all really complicated."
Thank you for that acknowledgement. We are. And Loki is. And Loki is not a villain.
Tom Hiddleston talking about Loki!!!
Have you checked out NF?
Just that. Check out his music. "Change" is one of my favorites right now. "The Search" is amazing. "Running" is so hopeful. Every song is so emotional and beautiful so far.
Somewhere on Steve's list should be Violet Evergarden
Hear me out. It could be a total disaster. Lots of triggers.
But! It could be so wonderfully cathartic for both he and Bucky too. I feel like Bucky would strongly identify with Violet, a fellow young soldier trying to figure out how to be human and adapt. Steve would be enthralled by the beautiful art. They could cry and cheer her on together. If she can rediscover human emotion, if she can learn to build a life for herself, then maybe they can too. Maybe Bucky can forgive himself one day.
Aww, snuggles!
