Tag: clint barton

Winter Soldier Blanket – more or less complete! My job is done, anyway. Emma is going to outline the star in black, and may yet do radiating lines from the star points to the edge. Knit in 8 ply acrylic with a soft handle and a slight shine. Absolutely winged it with the colourwork star, making it up as I went, then once I switched to the silver rings, I used pi shawl increases. There’s slight ruffling because Emma wanted smooth increases, so I did kfab rather than yarnovers, which would have left eyelet holes. For scale – that is spread on our double bed. Final stitch count was 576. I used seven 100g balls of silver, part of a 100g ball of red, and about 1 ½ 80g balls of black, so the final weight is fucking heavy.

Newly acquired comics – Hawkeye: Blindspot and Captain America: Man Out Of Time. Blindspot is unfortunately a very flimsy-feeling softcover, because the entry on the website I bought it from was wrong and said it was hardback. I got a partial refund, but I kept it, because I couldn’t find a single hardcover available for sale on the internet. Maybe I’ll find one in the future. Man Out Of Time is hardback and lovely, and I’m just happy to own it.

when-it-rains-it-snows:

samsvimes:

clint barton + the circus

how badly I want Clint,

wearing spangly purple,

and shooting arrows while standing on the back of a galloping horse. (A white horse, very dramatically white, if you know anything about white horses then you know this means the horse is old, older perhaps than Clint).  It’s the circus, so naturally at some point or other the horse is nonchalantly jumping over fire.  

Greasepaint to cover the bruises (learn easy, learn hard, as long as you learn)

The horse is hungry,

Clint is hungrier, (the animals eat first, it is ever thus)

the show must go on.

Seventeen years old and two hundred and thirty-two miles from Waverly, Iowa (it’s the farthest he’s ever been from the place he was born, although he doesn’t know that)

white horse (twenty years old, born in Texas, has travelled farther than the archer standing on her back has ever dreamed, Clint has never seen the ocean, the old circus mare has),

fire (eternal),

arrows (stick and string from the paleolithic era)

scifigrl47:

berry-muffin:

I have negotiated the mineral and stolen tech rights to Bartonia to StarkIndustries in exchange for a lifetime supply of Swedish Fish, craft beer and the rights to drive any of Tony’s cars whenever I want. I am a fucking boss at negotiation.

So I’ve spent some time recently rereading some of my favourite Avengers fics. I’ve left the Toasterverse by Scifigrl47 for the last because it’s the longest. Before starting reading I promised myself that I won’t ever draw any of the Marvel characters ‘cause I fail at them spectacularly but the more I read the more I felt my resolution crumble. When I got to Clint Barton, the King of the sovereign nation of Bartonia I stopped fighting.

Oh Clint, you absolute loser.  You amazing, adorable, loser. 8)

There are THREE future plot points encoded in that sentence, by the way.  The only one we’ve dealt with was the “get to drive any of Tony’s cars whenever I want,” which lead to his weapon case being in the trunk of the car that Steve and Tony used in “Dating the Long Way Around.”

I spend far too much time talking in a code only I understand.  Well, at least I amuse myself. 8)

This is adorable and perfect and by the way your icon is one of my OTPs lets just all imagine a Psychonauts sequel that’s just them being international psychic spies and having banging sex. 8)