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.
Threads
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.
Memes & Asks
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.
Godmodding/Power Play
this is a big no. and i will leave it at that.
Shipping
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.
Verses
i am multi verse, and i have several closed verses. you can check that out non my verse page.
Plotting
im totally up for plots! just message me if you eve want to!
AUs & Crossovers
i love them! this is very simple, if you want to do something and you're from another fandom, tell me!
Follow Backs
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.
NSFW & Triggers
all nsfw and triggers will be tagged, let me know if i miss anything though!
about.
Name: Character Name Here Codename: ???? Nicknames: This is obvious Age: 30. Birthdate: July 4th, 1918 Species: Unicorn Gender: Female Orientation: Pansexual (Demi-Romantic) Profession: ???
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Height: 5'11" Weight: ????
SKILLS
Abilities: Interesting Things Here
Hobbies:OR more interesting things here
TRAITS
Positive: Good things here
Negative: Bad things here
*nudges url at you and runs to hide behind a rock*
EXCUSE ME CHRIS YOU GET BACK FROM THAT ROCK RIGHT NOW
LIST EN LIESTEN LISTEN I LOVE YOU. OMG, I remember when I first started and we had followed each other and I was like “Shit shit shit I want to interact with this Daisy but idk if they want to and idk how many people want to interact with clint in general” but then idr if you sent a meme first or if I did, but next thing I know I was sitting on my phone in a room in Maine and I we had both sent asks to each other and I am never looking back
Shortly after that we started an AU that might destroy me but I love it.
Clint and I love you and could not wait for when you came back from your hiatus because we missed you so much and everything about you is amazing. I hope you are ready bc we are ride or dies okay follow forevers i love you
Skye knew it probably made her terrible, that she didn’t want Clint to go with his brother, but she knew Barney didn’t want her to come along, and Clint was the closest thing she’d ever had to family. She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want to be alone again.
As bad as she felt for even asking him, it was almost entirely smothered by the intense relief that washed through her when he turned to her and not only answered, but promised. No one had ever promised her that before, and Clint hadn’t ever lied to her.
She was moving before even thinking about it, throwing her arms around him and burying her face against his front. “Thank you, Clint.”
Clint wrapped his arms around her, his head buried against hers, breathing her in as he closed his eyes, sighing a little as he let that breath out. Yeah. Maybe this was where he belonged. These were the people who treated him the best, weirdly enough when you’re talking about carnies.
( okay, maybe not all of them are great, but they weren’t putting him out on the street. )
And he loved his brother, he did. But him and Barney were different. They wanted different things, clearly. Barney was ready to be a soldier; Clint couldn’t do that. He couldn’t see himself as an army man.
But he could see himself here, by Skye’s side. That was the closest thing to a future he could see. Maybe when they were older they’d leave this place, find something normal, together, but not today.
"If you want to leave, you can. I'll remember you though. I remember everyone who leaves." { bc I have no chill and no we absolutely do not have too many threads and ily okay? }
He was playing with the arrow between his fingers, his back to Skye as he took in a deep breath.
See, part of him felt like he had to leave — his older brother was leaving, finding something else for himself, and while of course he didn’t exactly have to go, it was his brother. But he was torn. Because another part of him wanted to stay here.
This circus was the closest thing to family he’s had in a while.
And he didn’t want to go somewhere he couldn’t take Skye with him.
He bit down hard on his lip and closed his eyes, letting out that breath before turning to her, smiling at her as he put the arrow down.
She knew that, logistically, mentally, but it did next to nothing to soothe her racing heartbeat or settle her nerves. She couldn’t help it, and that wasn’t Clint’s fault.
Instead of saying that though, she tightened her hand on his and leaned into his side the slightest, matching her breathing to his in an attempt to regain control of herself.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” It was soft, and she wondered if he even heard it.
Clint felt her grip tighten on his hand and turned his head a little just as she leaned against him. He bit down on his lip and squeezed her hand back, and for a moment he stopped walking, turning so he was with in front of her path.
“ I promise. SHIELD? They’re good guys. They might seem all — rough around the edges, but everyone here is good. We are fighting the good fight. You’ll be okay. ”
It was true though — — He was being extra careful as he had one arm wrapped around Skye, having just gotten back to SHIELD after a long mission. They both had their fair share of bumps and bruises from this one, and as far as he could tell, no immediate need to get to medical, so he walked her past the other agents, just trying to get away from everyone else
He was holding on to her hand, his fingers laced between hers and squeezing them, letting her know that she was okay — she was safe. It was safe here, and he would make sure she knew that. No matter what, SHIELD was a safe place, and she shouldn’t be afraid of it.
