when-it-rains-it-snows:

SOMETIMES I am just like, look.  Kate has literally never met the Clint that Clint is when he isn’t depressed and self-destructive.  That guy wore head to toe purple, occasionally a miniskirt, lived to sass the fuck out of Captain America, only needs about six hours of sleep and if he isn’t talking, he’s singing.  He’s fun.  He would take mirror selfies and say hell yes to matching tattoos,

IT WOULD BE AWESOME

kath-ballantyne:

happy birthday Steve!

One day I’ll be able to actually make them look like themselves but for now this will do.

Photoshop CS, stupid touch screen stylus. I have got to get me another graphics tablet. The screen is slow and unresponsive often and there’s no pressure sensitivity.

Also ahhh what is metal and shadows and foreshortening and why the hell did I draw his head at that angle.

oh damn it, I meant to draw bite marks on his neck too. Ah well, next time.