hell there! my name is casey, she/her pronouns. i'm 19 years old and a college student. eastern standard for timezone. this is a selective and private clint barton, 616 and mcu based. my main faceclaim these days for clint is RYAN GOSLING, but if you want Renner icons for whatever reason, let me know. clint is not my only muse, so be patient with me when im not on. never pressure me for replies, please. i promise it'll only piss me off.
my thread lenghts depend on the person or reply i get. i usually do between one liners and paragraphs. i always try to match lengt. i use a small bit of formatting, but i don't expect you to. however, i really don't like when the reply has giant gifs, especially when its from the gif finder function of tumblr. sorry, its my only little thing that turns me off with threads.
i love memes. i love getting and sending them. do not reblog memes from me to every single one of your blogs if you don't plan on sending one it. if you keep doing that, i'll block you. it pisses me off. i try to do reblog karma.
this is a big no. and i will leave it at that.
i am multi ship, and ship chemistry. i do not, and never will, ship frosthawk. i'm also not a big fan of hawksilver, but i could do it.
i am multi verse, and i have several closed verses. you can check that out non my verse page.
im totally up for plots! just message me if you eve want to!
i love them! this is very simple, if you want to do something and you're from another fandom, tell me!
if i follow you back, i want to rp! but if i am not following you, do not like any start calls, they are not for you.
all nsfw and triggers will be tagged, let me know if i miss anything though!
Name: Character Name Here
Codename: ????
Nicknames: This is obvious
Age: 30.
Birthdate: July 4th, 1918
Species: Unicorn
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual (Demi-Romantic)
Profession: ???
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11"
Weight: ????
Abilities: Interesting Things Here
Hobbies:OR more interesting things here
Positive: Good things here
Negative: Bad things here
Colors: Blues, Browns
Smells: Earth - Nature, Coffee
Textures: Cotton, jeans
Drinks: BOURBON
Smokes: No
Drugs: No
Driver License: Yes
Ever Been Arrested?:No.
Through the slight plasticy smell of the gear, there was something very distinctly Clint beneath, unchanged though they’d been apart for so long. Her eyes burned a bit, but no way in hell was she going to cry, so she closed her eyes instead. God, she’d missed him.“Skye?” The voice, Miles’ voice, came from about thirty feet behind her, and she whirled to face him. He had his gun up, and she swallowed hard, taking a very obvious sidestep between him and Clint, though she had a feeling he wouldn’t shoot anyway - Miles wasn’t a killer, which he proved by lowering the gun, though he didn’t put it away. “What are you doing!?”
“He’s-” she forced out, trying to explain but not finding the words. Before she did, Miles continued.
“He’s the one from the circus, right? The one that left?” He asked, voice hard as he looked over her shoulder to glare at Clint. She tensed. She’d never told him about Clint, she’d completely refused to talk about her time at the circus at all. Before she could question how he knew, Miles explained, “You talk in your sleep.” He shook his head, “But we have to go now. There’s nothing here.”
Clint opened his eyes when someone else joined them, feeling Skye pull away from him. He looked at the man in front of them, eyeing the gun in his hands. As Skye stepped in front of him he reached to the bottom of his quiver to pull out a trick arrow head. If he could toss a smoke bomb one, maybe he could pull Skye out before she got hurt.
But as this guy lowered his gun, Clint relaxed a little, watching Skye in front of him. She knew this guy, and he wondered what was going to happen to her — He was so used to not helping the enemies lately, even if he didn’t abide by those rules all the time.
He raised his eyebrow when the guy mentioned the circus, and he looked o Skye quietly, wondering what these people knew, what she told them about him and the circus, before it was added that she talked in her sleep. He rose his eyebrow, looking at her still, but he left that for the moment, taking Skye’s arm.
“ You don’t have to go with them. ” He said quietly, glancing at the man. “You can leave, You don’t have to with them.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “If you have to call it a tunic to stay secure in your masculinity, then you do whatever...