I only got about four hours sleep again and my ribs hurt and I have a cold ugh ugh ugh

earthsmightiestmarksman:

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clintbartonbadass:

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What the hell is allons-y?

Allons-y - it’s French for ‘Let’s go.’ I’d really love to meet someone named Alonso, so then I could say Allons-y Alonso! That’d be brilliant! Do you use any phrases that aren’t making current social rounds, Mr Clint Barton?

Who the hell is this Barton wannabe?

Oh, goodness! There are two of you! Well… that’d make some girls on this site rather… excited.

Although, if you are the same person, then perhaps you don’t want to touch. Could cause a time paradox and that’d be very, really bad. Really bad.

I’m always up for exciting girls, darling, whether I’m the one initiation the excitation or they’re just excited ‘cause I’m around. Unfortunately though, no matter how much some people like to tell me my face is the only face I could love (cough cough Stark, though he’s more the type to do himself than I am), touching myself is out of the question. Never do a clone. Particularly an imperfect one like this ‘badass’.

Well, behave now. Fighting’s not going to solve anything now. And don’t go assuming anything, Little Bird. For all we know, you could be the clone. Or you’re just the same person and Badass is you from the future. Or your past. Or you’re from different universes all together, but that’s impossible, I personally closed the last gateway to a different universe… Look at me rambling on and I haven’t even introduced myself! I’m the Doctor.

earthsmightiestmarksman:

wolfchasing:

clintbartonbadass:

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What the hell is allons-y?

Allons-y - it’s French for ‘Let’s go.’ I’d really love to meet someone named Alonso, so then I could say Allons-y Alonso! That’d be brilliant! Do you use any phrases that aren’t making current social rounds, Mr Clint Barton?

Who the hell is this Barton wannabe?

Oh, goodness! There are two of you! Well… that’d make some girls on this site rather… excited.

Although, if you are the same person, then perhaps you don’t want to touch. Could cause a time paradox and that’d be very, really bad. Really bad.

clintbartonbadass:

wolfchasing:

clintbartonbadass:

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What the hell is allons-y?

Allons-y - it’s French for ‘Let’s go.’ I’d really love to meet someone named Alonso, so then I could say Allons-y Alonso! That’d be brilliant! Do you use any phrases that aren’t making current social rounds, Mr Clint Barton?

Probably. But I also swear too much (apparently). I like that, allons-y. I suppose I do tend to curse in Russian, though, but that could just be my best friends’ influence.

Oh, but swearing’s great! Releases a bunch of endorphins that makes you happy, happy, happy! Not to mention it can be a bit of a painkiller - ever had your drawstring slap against your inner-arm and you’ve just let out a good bit of profanity to help? Well, it really does! Funny how your human minds work. Quaint.

brotatoes replied to your post: Because everyone seems to be planning for the…

My plan is to hide out at a bee farm because honey never perishes and bees are weapons.

clintbartonbadass:

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What the hell is allons-y?

Allons-y - it’s French for ‘Let’s go.’ I’d really love to meet someone named Alonso, so then I could say Allons-y Alonso! That’d be brilliant! Do you use any phrases that aren’t making current social rounds, Mr Clint Barton?

hazmat-rabbits replied to your post: Because everyone seems to be planning for the…

My plan is to follow Will?

That’s a very good plan. But what if he gets zombified?

Because everyone seems to be planning for the zombie apocalypse, I thought I’d tell you guys my plan. This is if I lived on my own.

Take any bottle I can find and fill them all with water, get any non-perishable I can find, get all the medicine and first-aid in the house, anything I’ll need to fix my bike and shove it all into a box.

Put two pairs of jeans, two shirts, two jackets and a fuckload of underwear and other small necessities into my messenger bag.

Two blankets, a heap of bedsheets (makeshift bandages), a small tent, matches, tea light candles, torches, books and some art things into my massive school bag.

Defence wise, cricket bats, a la Shaun of the Dead, and kitchen knives.

If I had a car, I’d load all of that, my bike, my scooter and my brother’s skateboard and anything else I’d need, and then I’d go bush. There’s a water reserve rather close to here, so I’d find somewhere along there, but not before getting into a garden centre and getting seeds for vegetables. Because planning ahead is great. If I didn’t have a car, well, the box of food can be tied to the skateboard and get towed by my bike, and the scooter can just not come.

That’s one of the pretty fabulous things about living in Australia. Once you get out bush, there’s basically no one around for miles. Add a water source, and you’re gold.

I can go all Bear Grylls on dis shit.

I honestly don’t think I’m every going to be happy with my blog theme.

Yeah, I’m changing it again. Whoops.

Falling in love with Amanda Palmer.

I mean, I already knew she was amazing, but I’m finally sitting down and listening to her music.

And wow I love it. Lots.

And she’s really fucking adorable/hot/cute. So, bonus.

It’s either genuinely creepy or exceedingly brilliant when Google ads get it right and show ads targeted just for you

Like I just got an ad for ‘Mad as Hell’ and it just was a bit scary to have one of Shaun’s craziest looking faces just get all up in your space.

And then Google just gets it all wrong and continues to throw those ‘lose 10 pounds in three easy steps!’ ads at you

Like

No, that’s wrong.

Bring back Shaun’s face please

I now know all the lyrics to Harder Better Faster from watching all those “Daft Bodies” dances on YouTube

whoopsy daisy