Always love me
Never leave me, now
Now you are the other side of me
-Michael W. Smith - The Other Side of Me
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((Follows the tag "mynameisnotagent" -- OC friendly, Multiverse/fandom friendly, independent. Mainverse: MARRIED to Clint Barton. Mun and muse well over 18))
Current M!A: None - accepting at mun's discretion
Permanent M!A: (1) No being can change Phil's emotions -- (2) No memory of James Quick's most recent death, and forced rememberance will break his mind
Agents of SHIELD canon point: Through Season 1
Semi-Hiatus. Playing. But irregularly.
This also applies to other blogs run by this mun.
This blog is AoS & Cap2 compliant.
Clint texted Tony, asking him to come to Phil’s place.
[text: I kno u dnt housecall - but can't leave him]
It took a moment or two before the answer came through, just a short response.
[text: b there soon]
Phil nuzzled into Clint’s side for a moment, doing what he could to stretch before finally sighing. He sat up a bit and moved to kiss Clint’s cheek. “I’m gonna go lay down for a little while…”
"Okay Honey - do you need anything first?" he asked, trailing a hand down his arm and gripping his wrist briefly.
He relaxed a bit and looked up to meet Clint’s gaze. “Could…you sit with me until I fall asleep? And hold my wrists?”
"Of course," Clint told him, brushing his thumb across Phil’s pulsepoint.
Smiling softly, Phil moved to stand and start for their bedroom. He wasn’t entirely sure how much sleep he’d manage to get, but he was at least willing to try. Especially if Clint was going to sit with him for a bit. “Thank you.”
"Any time," Clint said, coming with him and giving him a gentle kiss before tucking him in, laying down beside him atop the blankets and taking his wrists in his hands, holding him so his hands covered Clint’s own heart. "I love you."
//I will be going. I’m not staying on site, but I will be going. I won a ticket to the con for my fem Winter Soldier costume. — Now back to your regularly scheduled I’mgoingcrazytryingtogetfourpeoplereadyforschooltostartontuesdayohmygodmyeldestisstartingmiddleschoolandhowtheheckamisupposedtogeteveryonetoandfromschoolontimewhentherearethreeschoolsandtwostartandendatthesametime*cries*
//Translation: Mun is stressed out and thus muse is spotty - will try to be ‘round when around - but have 98734535 million things to do as well. alskjdfasfa if I don’t answer right away, trust that you’re in drafts and i love you and stuff.
The automatic criminalization of black and brown bodies
YOu want to know my problem with BOTH of tshese pictures? WHY ARE THEIR FINGERS ON THE FUCKIN’ TRIGGERS?! You don’t put your finger on the muthafuckin’ trigger unless you’re going to muthafuckin’ kill someone
Agreed. The lack of proper handling is massively disconcerting.
"Good." He smirked, laying back against the chair as he started on a second piece.
"When we finish can we do that report?" Usually Clint was all for procrastinating them, but he didn’t want to be nagged about it, and it Phil would help him then he’d do t.
"Yes," Phil said simply. "We’ll work through it in the living room."