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.
Skye went stock still the moment his hand tightened, and though she didn’t wrench herself away, she rolled her shoulder a little.
When he spoke again, his words all but shattered her, winding a tightness in her chest as she listened. Her breath snagged as she exhaled, lowering her head. How could she say no? How could she turn away when he was standing here, all but begging her to stay with him, when she’d spent years telling herself that she’d have followed him anywhere if he’d have just asked?
“SHIELD can’t help me.” She ground out, making her voice as hard as she could (which wasn’t much) in an attempt to not completely break down. “They’re the reason I never had a home. They’re why I kept getting sent back to the Orphanage.” A small part in the back of her mind informed her that, by extension, that also meant that they were why she met Clint to begin with, and she tried very hard to ignore that for a moment.
“Besides,” She added, shaking her head, still refusing to look at him. She knew if she did, she’d give. “I somehow doubt they’d approve of you not throwing me into whatever unsanctioned prison they want me thrown in.”
Clint swallowed hard again when she didn’t say anything right away, a knot in his stomach as he wait for her to say something, anything. Because he would help her.
He would take her with him in a heartbeat. Like he meant to do when SHIELD brought him in in the first place. She is. Could maybe still be. He wasn’t sure right now was his friend, and he didn’t want to leave her behind there. She didn’t deserve that. And he would make up for it.
But his heart fell when she said no. He looked at her, hurt and confused by her words. What did she mean, SHIELD was why she kept being sent to the Orphanage. They didn’t have that kind of power, did they? They weren’t that kind of government agency.
At least he didn’t think so.
“ I wouldn’t let them. ” Clint responded quickly when she mentioned the prison. “ Skye. I would never let them. ” He looked to the guy for a second, biting down on his lip. “ You deserve better then them. Then… Then this. Whatever this is.. ”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “If you have to call it a tunic to stay secure in your masculinity, then you do whatever...