fluffy cockatiel (source)
look at the little pudge with wings!
And now I give you a selection of Chris Evans with puppy dog eyes AND beard.
nothing will ever more accurately describe my life
literally just a clip of ravers dancing at a music festival, but with the rave music taken out and Benny Hill music put in x
I am never dancing in public ever again
Marvel Heroes with “THE GENERALISSIMO” Stan Lee EXCELSIOR!!!
Anyone who makes fun of fanfiction has never read really good fanfiction.
Or tie in novels. Or you know, watched a television show scripted by multiple people but with a guy at the top defining canon. Or any retelling of any myth.
So basically, lacks a fundamental understanding of what fanfic is. (note: I consider TV script writers sort of like, long distance cousins insofar as they play in other people’s playgrounds and are counted on to get characterization right, mostly, but they lack some of the inherent story telling freedom that some of the other examples contain.)
Yes, but see, they get PAID for it, so it’s “legitimate.”
Fanfic is just scribbling, dontcha know. Not REAL writing.
Anyone who makes fun of fanfiction has never read really good fanfiction.
Phil tosses a pen at Clint and it bounces off the back of the couch before landing on his belly. “You have some paperwork to finish.”
Clint groans, because he’s sure he finished his paperwork, but it’s like.. hair or something, it never stops growing no matter how much you cut it. But no, you can cut hair off in one go whereas paperwork… he huffs and gets up. Better analogies aren’t forthcoming. He wanders out to the pigeonholes that hardcopy stuff still goes into to find an envelope waiting for him.
Dead skin, he thinks. You scrub it off some and there’s still more underneath, and you gotta scrub that off before you can get to the next layer. That’s paperwork: dead skin. Gross.
He grabs a coffee on the way back to Phil’s office and slurps it noisily before handing it over. “Thanks,” Phil says dryly, taking it anyway, because he drinks coffee like normal people breathe air.
Clint sits back in the groove on the couch his ass has made over the years and picks open the seal on the envelope. Phil opens all his envelopes incredibly neatly with a special little letter opener, which is precisely why Clint does it this way, getting the torn edge as ragged and messy as he can just to see if it’ll annoy Phil enough to say anything. But when he looks up, Phil’s gazing on mildly, as wise to the game as he is to all of Clint’s idiotic pastimes.
It’s a standard form - a requisition response letter, which probably means that R&D have some problem making Clint the kind of arrows he asked for, or they’re just bitching about him using up too many again. He yawns and starts to skim-read before noticing the name of the sender.
Requisition Relay form DO NOT DUPLICATE
To: Clint Barton ID no. 98-382
From: Phil Coulson ID no. 87-145
Re Requisition of heart (1) from SHIELD Agent Coulson (87-145) on behalf of SHIELD Specialist Barton (98-382). Supplier has requested recipient take utmost care with item(s) due to fragility of said item(s) but suggests recipient retain item(s) until further notice/indefinitely should he/she be willing to ensure care is taken to maintain current level of intended use of item(s) for forseeable future.
Supplier also willing to provide items below i. through vi.
NB: Supplier stresses beneficial elements of additional (unrequested) item(s) used in combination or sequentially with main item(s) for objective benefits.
i. heart (1)
ii. love (∞)
iii. foot rubs (as needed)
iv. kisses (∞)
v. nocturnal activity (unspecified)
vi. breakfast (or equivalent)
Response Required: YES (hard copy no receipt)
Clint reads it through and looks up at Phil, who’s practically vibrating with excitement.
"You are, without doubt, the biggest dork I have ever met."
Phil’s grin is so goofy, Clint can’t believe he ever thought the man was James Bond but cooler.
"Do you actually want…" Clint huffs and rolls his eyes as he reaches down the side of the couch to find the pen that ended up there. He scribbles something in the response box and signs it, folding it up again before standing to lean over Phil’s desk to kiss him, handing over the form as he does so.
Phil kisses back happily and opens the folded paper and reads it.
You are ridiculous.
Phil makes a little snuff of pretend outrage. “I was trying to be romantic.”
"Shut up, you were romanced."
"I guess I was romanced a little."
Phil tries to bristle, but it’s not very effective with the way he’s grinning like a loon at the same time.
"You were romanced."
Clint grabs Phil’s empty cup. “You really gonna make me breakfast?”
"You gonna stay over?" Phil counters, as if Clint doesn’t practically live in his apartment as it is.
He pretends to think about it, swirling a drop of coffee around in the bottom of the cup. “The form didn’t specify who was getting or receiving these foot rubs.”
"Oh, I was planning on giving you a… ‘foot rub’. If that makes any odds."
Clint definitely isn’t imagining the air quotes. “My feet do ache now I come to think of it. Haven’t been rubbed in a while.”
Phil stops just short of giggling, looking back down at the form before folding it back up and putting it in his inside pocket. Clint opens the door and makes a lazy salute. “Thanks for helping with my paperwork, boss,” he says for the benefit of anyone passing before winking for the benefit of Phil. “Lemme know how that requisition goes.”
I have *definitely* read too much gay porn.
So have they, apparently.
I just have to say that today during class, when I plugged my laptop into the projector, this post was on screen.
She’s a warrior
Raise your hand if you could have used a full hour Jasper and Phil sassing each other from different cars
I would watch a whole mini series of just this tbh
That was totally not their first parking garage rendezvous.
That moment when you miss an Agents of SHIELD episode and you get on tumblr and people are like HERE IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED IN THE EPISODE WITH COMMENTS ON EVERYTHING AND GIFS YOULL BE TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF like holy fucking shit i dont even need to watch it anymore like i dont know if i should be happy or postpone being on tumblr to save myself from more spoilers every time i miss it my head is gonna explode thanks guys.
In case your are using tumblr via firefox or chrome, you could start using tumblr savior:
with that you can blacklist tags.( For example I tag “aos spoilers” for few days after the new episode) or you can just black list all aos/agents of shield tags until you’ve seen the new episode.
Ask people you follow and who post a lot of aos to tag the spoilers. People are usually quite happy to do this. At least I don’t think it is big a deal to tag something if it helps people who are brave enough to suffer my reblogging in their dash to be happy :)
In some ways, I feel like coming in from the land of LJ/DW cut tags makes me wonder why no one uses the read more function. I mean, it seems like an easy solution that doesn’t require a special addon by the reader. Don’t get me wrong, I think tagging correctly is very important, but I’m sort of amused at the lack of a simple ‘cut tag’ culture.
I think part of it is that gifsets are so easy, and there’s no way (that I know of, I could totally be missing some obvious thing) to put them behind a cut. You can put them in a text post behind a cut, but people don’t seem to do that (much). So when you have six panel scenes from episodes floating around, putting things behind cuts maybe seems redundant?
Fair enough, but I still feel like gifsets are separate enough from text posts that the read more tag could be used more successfully. I think maybe the filtering out of potential spoilers might be a bit more successful with some thought. Like— I’ll probably queue up the reblog of spoilery gif set if it’s less then 40 minutes since the east coast airing for later posting.
Very little of what I repost for the show is text posts, and that’s the ONLY thing the read more is useful for. Tagging is really the best bet, even though it doesn’t work to block them if you’re mobile tumblring, but… that’s tumblr. All I can do is tag and hope people have the tag blocked. I don’t get on tumblr until after I watch the episode. It’s the way I protect myself from being spoiled.
|—||Agents Sitwell and Coulson,Yes Men (via shenanigans-assemble)|
Whoever posted this gif is probably so confused by the number of times it’s been liked and reblogged and is probably sitting there going, “WTF IS CLINTCOULSON!?” …but it’s so true. This is so them. So. Completely. Them.
We have permanently claimed it in the name of our ship. *plants C/C flag*
"But it’s Saturday.”
Phil doesn’t turn to look at Clint because he knows what he’ll see: the pout that he’s pathetically unable to resist. Instead he concentrates on his tie in the mirror. He supposes he ought to change his shirt, but to heck with it, it is a Saturday after all. No one’s going to say anything about a grey shirt and if they do they can go to hell.
Clint moves around on the couch behind him til his face appears behind Phil’s in the mirror, and sure enough, his bottom lip is sticking out and his eyes are the very definition of puppydog.
Phil turns to offer some promise of how next weekend he absolutely won’t get called away, that they’ll go off the grid and pretend to be out of state or something, but he has to turn back almost immediately, because the desire to march over and kiss that ridiculous mouth is frighteningly strong, and if he does that he’ll never leave the house.
It’s enough, of course, for Clint to know he’s as good as won, hopping over the back of the couch as Phil valiantly tries to make a half-decent job of his tie. Clint slides his hands into Phil’s pockets as he fits neatly behind him, nosing around the shell of Phil’s ear before kissing his neck, and all words of protest turn to moans in Phil’s throat.
HE’S SO “MISUNDERSTOOD”