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Painting meatballs

For @copperbadge: Sounds like you could use some cheering up this week. :) 


Most days, being a superhero did not pay off. He’d been chased through probably twenty miles of tunnel, managed to drop his last nine arrows down an open manhole (who just leaves manholes open?), and it was only by the grace of his fingertips that he hadn’t gone down after them. He’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, he had a headache from somewhere south of hell, and he was almost hungry enough to share a bowl of Kibbles ‘N’ Bits with Lucky and call it a night.

“Happy freaking birthday to me,” he grumbled as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. By the time he realized that his keys had apparently gone the way of the arrows, he didn’t even have enough frustration left in him to swear. He dropped his head forward, hitting the door about ten million times harder than he’d meant to, and jerked away with both hands over his forehead.

He definitely didn’t think anyone could blame him for being a tiny bit slow to react when his apartment door opened by itself, but he did manage to have a knife up by the time the interloper leaned around the doorway.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is that a sharpened butter knife?”

Clint glowered at her and slid the blade back into his boot – one of only three, but his count, that hadn’t ended up buried in some guy’s thigh, or washed away in Shit River. “I had to improvise,” he defended. “Why are you in my apartment?”

The other eyebrow quirked up to join the first. “Why are you not in your apartment? Also, you smell like sewage.”

“Long story.”

She tipped her head to the left to examine him, and maybe he was projecting or something else that the group home counselor would have said was unhealthy, but he was positive she could see right through the smarting mark on his head and read his mind. Without a word, she stepped back to hold the door open and gestured inside with one hand.

“I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t have any,” Clint muttered. He had about half a bottle of Nat’s shitty vodka somewhere, though he’d used the whiskey for antiseptic the week before.

“Good thing Jan knows how to throw a party,” she said. Her smile softened slightly and she gestured in again. “Though Tony thought jumping out and yelling ‘surprise’ was a smart idea for all of twenty-two seconds.”

Clint shuddered just imagining the heart attack he would have had if he’d opened the door and yelling had been the result. He was suddenly grateful that he’d lost his keys – he’d forgotten all about Stark’s threatened birthday party, and he was more than a little surprised that everyone else had apparently remembered. Now that he was paying attention like an ex-assassin and current masked superhero with poor apartment security and lots of enemies should be, he could hear the faint chatter of about half a dozen people and the subtle clinking of forks on plates.

He glanced at the door and then over to the elevator. “Maybe I should just go get some chips or something.”

Natasha shrugged. “If you want. But your meatballs will probably be cold by the time you get back.”

Clint’s stomach emitted a loud snarl, and his mouth instantly flooded with saliva. Nat might have been kinder than most people gave her credit for, but she still laughed at him as he stood rooted to the spot, doing a good impression of a meatball-zombie. 

“Please tell me they’re not those bullshit fancy meatless-meatballs or whatever Pepper had A Thing about,” he begged.

“Nope, they’re the cheap frozen meatballs you get out of a bag and dump in the oven.”

He could have kissed her. He definitely did moan, “My favorite.”

His apartment had been cleaned, and it smelled like Pinesol and sweet sweet processed meatballs fresh from the oven. Every lamp he owned had been moved into the living room, which had apparently not been enough, because there was an Iron Man suit standing in the corner and glowing like a six-and-a-half-foot art deco lamp.

“Surprise?” Tony offered, from the kitchen, and Holy Patron Saint of I’m never letting you live this down, was wearing a bright yellow apron liberally splashed with hearts and smiling sunflowers, a matching pair of oven mitts, and a lime green party hat.

“Why are you like this?” Clint blurted out with a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Tony said, setting down a tray of freshly cooked previously frozen guaranteed delicious meatballs so he could point at Clint with one bemittened hand. His eyes transferred over Clint’s shoulder and he nodded faintly. “But I’m leaving this here when I go. You can thank Jan.”

“Happy birthday!” Jan said as soon as Clint turned to face her, looking like she was ready to burst. “I really want to hug you, but you have been out doing things that got you a little too close to a sewer. Air hug!” She announced and crossed her arms over her own chest, squeezing hard and twisting side-to-side.

It looked like a really nice hug, and Clint was even sorrier about the damned sewer. He looked between his bathroom door and the piles of warm meatballs, and made a noise that he normally would have blamed on Lucky, but Lucky was on his back in the middle of the living room, shamelessly soaking up the belly rubs from Thor and getting his muzzle petted by Steve.

Natasha pushed past him to the kitchen, piled a dozen meatballs on a purple plate with the Hawkeye symbol stamped in the middle, and nudged him away with one finger. “They should be cooled down by the time you wash your hands. Go!”

Clint eagerly took the plate, leaned over, and lipped one of the meatballs right off the top. He tried to smirk at her, but was too busy sucking air in around the molten mouthful as she pushed him toward his bedroom.

~*~

Despite orders to the contrary, Clint had devoured the plate of meatballs before his shower, and he felt less likely to gnaw someone’s arm off by the time he made it back to the living room. A long folding table had been wedged between the couch and the bar, and it looked like Jan had dumped the entire Hawkeye section of Party City on top of it. It was cheesy, and stupid, and perfect. He stood in the doorway for a second to just look it over – they were all pretending that he wasn’t staring at them, and that was what good friends were for when you just got off of a Hell Week leading into Nightmare Night. Lucky was up on his back legs so he could have his front paw on Tony’s lap and was doing his damndest to get at the mountain of meatballs in the center of the table.

“I’m not feeding you,” Tony told the dog seriously, but his hand was wrapped around Lucky’s ribs to rub at his belly. “Seriously, have I ever fed a single thing in your entire life? Why don’t you go to climb in Steve’s lap? He’s a dog person, and I know for sure that he’s fed you at least once tonight.”

“That was just a treat, Tony,” Steve protested.

“He said the word treat,” Tony told Lucky, which just got him a messy kiss across the cheek and Tony leaning comically sideways in the chair to in a vain attempt to avoid it.

“Just push him away,” Clint suggested, stepping into the living room and climbing over the couch to get the open chair.

Tony gave him a frankly scandalized look, but turned back to Lucky to say, “You’re not getting anywhere with this. I am immune to canine flattery.”

“Not all canine flattery,” Natasha muttered, and for some unfathomable reason, Steve blushed and kicked her under the table. Natasha neatly dodged, and held an open beer out for Clint, so cold that it had mist curling out of the neck and droplets running down the sides.

“I love you,” Clint told her very seriously.

“I know,” she answered.

He swallowed about half of it before pressing the cold bottle gently to his forehead and rolling it back and forth. This was the life – why did he not have a million roommates again? He set the bottle aside and looked down to realize that what he’d mistaken for plates were actually large plastic painter’s pallets with little cups of “paint” set around the edges. There was a bright purple cup of paintbrushes sitting opposite his beer, and a stack of napkins with the Avengers Assemble cartoon Hawkeye at his elbow.

Jan leaned forward to explain, but Clint just shoved his finger in the yellow paint and licked it off – spicy mustard, the kind he got at Chinese restaurants and poured over everything.

“Or you could just do that,” Jan finished, laughing. “It was Steve’s idea.”

“This,” Clint said, snagging a meatball off the pile and a paintbrush, “Is the best birthday idea ever.”

Jan nudged Tony, who was still not-really fending off Lucky’s affectionate begging. “And you wanted to bring wine,” she scoffed.

Clint had three painted meatballs stuffed in his mouth when Jan climbed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over to press their cheeks together and squeezed hard, rocking him gently side-to-side.

“Happy birthday.”

“’appy meathba’ ‘ay,” Clint corrected, but he reached up to squeeze her wrist and leaned back against her.

Maybe he was just imagining it or something, but it seemed like his headache was gone.

Daddy looking for little girl

Name: Jack

Caregiver Name: Daddy, or possibly a personal name my little makes up.

Age: 20

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: December 1st

Blog URL: daddy-switch-52.tumblr.com

Where I Live: Montana :(

Things I like doing as a caregiver: Supporting and loving my little no matter what. Making my little happy. Showing her she’s worthwhile. Setting rules and enforcing them when necessary. Roleplaying different scenarios. 

Preferred Little Gender: Female

Preferred Little Age (actual age): 18-24

Important Info: Since I live in practically the middle of nowhere I feel as it will be awhile before I’m able to meet my little, however I am very good at taking time out of my day to send messages. I also like to get to know littles before i become their daddy. I feel as though it’s best to take things slow and get to know the person before jumping right into things.

Optional Questions to Answer

Other ways of contacting me: kik jmart522 (preferred method of contact)

Sexuality: Straight

Monogamous or Polyamorous relationship: Monogamous. I like to focus on one person.

Romantic or Platonic relationship: I’m up for anything really, but to start I’m interested in getting to know you. If we are compatible then there is always a chance at romance.

anonymous asked:

I wish Roy in RHATO had been like...a new character instead of a redone old one, because I like him okay (I have a weakness for characters who act like goofy idiots and are slowly revealed to be super smart) but y e a h he's nothing like pre-new-52 Roy

highkey…. roy in rhato isn’t roy, it’s like. roy’s slightly more redheaded cousin who was raised in a barn

Listen guys. HYYH Young Forever is not just any other album. It’s a summary of bts’s hard work over the past year. It contains all the songs from their most important era. It’s an album that they wrote, composed, and produced themselves. It’s an album that contains their lyrics about their dreams and never giving up, their youth and growth. It’s about working hard even if society is against you, its about their passion and lonlieness, their friendship and trust, and all of their physical and emotional struggles and just- I am so fucking proud and happy for them, they really deserve it all and the fact that they won with such an important album makes the meaning behind this award even greater.

Once a Week Bullet Journal Challenge for 2017!

I really wanted to spend more effort on both my bullet journal and my studyblr especially since I’m in my final year of high school and will be going to university soon! Feel free to join in. Just upload a photo of your bullet journal with these prompts once a week! I will be tracking #studyinpeace!

1. New years resolutions/ goals

2. Places you want to go to

3. Books to read

4. Habits to break, habits to make

5. How are you feeling today?

6. Favourite quote

7. Playlist of favourite songs/ playlist for
studying

8. Things you are grateful for

9. Plan your outfit for tomorrow

10. Movies to watch

11. List of stationery you want to buy (you can use these as rewards!)

12. Things that annoy you

13. Draw a cute animal or a pet

14. Favourite fictional characters, reasons why you like them

15. Write a letter to your future self

16. Self care routine

17. Favourite recipe

18. Positive words for yourself

19. Scrapbook with pictures of whatever

20. Research a topic you’re interested in and write a summary

21. Your handwriting/ tumblr handwriting tag

22. Your favourite poem

23. Draw the first thing you see

24. Tv Shows to binge watch

25. STICKERS (No seriously just put a bunch of your fav stickers)

26. Pictures of cute animals

27. Review a book

28. Favourite jokes/ puns

29. Self Reflection

30. Pen test! write something with all of your pens!

31. Quote of the day #2

32. Review a movie

33. Things you love about yourself

34. Favourite resteraunts + favourite thing off the menu

35. Create an imaginary animal/ creature

36. Favourite lyrics

37. Write or draw something you are passionate about

38. Recipe for an easy to make healthy snack

39. Timeline of your life so far

40. Reasons to smile

41. Favourite beauty products/ self care products

42. Favourite colours swatch

43. Favourite Youtube videos to make you smile

44. Quick 10 minutes workout routine

45. Review an episode of a tv show

46. Draw your favourite cartoon character or print a picture and describe them

47. About me page

48. Things to do on a rainy day

49. The Alphabet in your favourite font

50. Character study: analyze your favourite character

51. Things you’ve accompllished in 2017

52. Things you want to accomplish in 2018