Fucking twat, John thinks, crossing the room. I ought to dump that entire cylinder of who the hell knows what right on that curly mop of yours.
But he doesn’t. What he does do is dig his fingertips under Sherlock’s lapel until he can worm his way under the fine wool of his jacket, the silk sliding across John’s fingertips. Sherlock’s chest is firm, smooth under his hands, and John can’t resist skimming his fingers down until he encounters the rounded edge of Sherlock pectoral muscle. Sherlock doesn’t move, doesn’t look up from the eyepiece of the microscope, but John can see his neck has broken out in gooseflesh, and Sherlock’s nipple is suddenly hard under John’s fingers.
John gives it a playful tweak.
"Careful!" Sherlock snaps, but John can see his ears go pink.
"Like that, did you?"
"You know I did. It’s distracting me. Stop it."
John chuckles, leans close until his breath stirs the curls over Sherlock’s ear. “Then solve it, genius, and there’ll be more where that came from.”
- clint barton doesn’t feel the need to add a gender to their codename when he calls kate bishop “hawkeye”, and neither should you
- clint barton considers kate bishop his equal and so should you
- clint barton knows that kate bishop’s gender or age don’t make her less deserving of the “hawkeye" mantle and so should you
- clint barton loves and respects kate bishop and if you call her “lady hawkeye" or "the hawkette" one more time, he’s gonna stick an arrow in your sorry ass
I go through life assuming everyone gets FRIENDS references. And when people don’t, I’m like:
Clint Barton, at the end of The Winter Solider (via scratchthemaven)
Ten years down the road Tony is at a Science convention where he comes face to face with a young mechanical engineer. The young man says. “I’m Harley Keener. I don’t suppose you remember me, but we shared an adventure 10 years ago in Tennessee. You changed my life. I hope you don’t mind but ever since that night I have thought of you as the closest thing I ever had to a father.”
Tony grins. “You’re trying to guilt trip me.”
The young man smiles. “It was worth a try.”
They laugh, and Tony buys Harley a beer and asks him about his work and later Tony quietly makes sure that Harley’s project gets the funding it needs. The same way he made sure that Harley got into a good college and had the right scholarships. Because Harley saved him when he had no one(and maybe, just maybe because if only for that one night Harley was the closest Tony ever came to having a son.)
SOMEONE WRITE THIS
I. AM. WOUNDED.
whoops I’m crying.
"you can’t ship them they hate each other"
#I feel like Clint regrets ever making friends with Nat #he’s like the fuck is she doing? #I’m gonna get hurt and she’s gonna be fine and I’ll get the blame and she’ll get out of it again #’oh no mr fury it was clint’s idea’ yeah. yeah. just because she can kill a man with her thighs she gets away with murder #literally and here’s me #shootin’ guys from forever away and I get all the shit #if I had thighs like that I could kill guys too (via kirkandbones)
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE ALREADY LEFT KUDOS HERE? WHY ISN’T THERE A BUTTON WHICH SAYS, “LEAVE MORE KUDOS HERE” AND THEN YOUR NAME IN THE KUDOS LIST SLOWLY STARTS TURNING ALL THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW WITH THE MORE KUDOS YOU LEAVE, AND THEN LITTLE HEARTS AND FLOWERS AND BALLOONS AND STREAMERS START APPEARING ROUND YOUR NAME, AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN, WILL THIS BE A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR FIC.
#walk into the club like what up where’s our soviet boyfriend