so hobos are warning other hobos that something big and/or police inducing, ergo criminal, maybe about to occur. and that may-or-may-not involve other hobos and/or circuses?
i love happy coincidences
I may have just laughed way too hard. I don’t care.
“Hey did you ever get those new arm guards you asked for?”
“Yeah, Coulson gave them to me last week.”
“So clearly it’s just my requisition forms that get lost in admin”
“What did you ask for?”
“A pet chinchilla”
“I don’t think you’re going to get a chinchilla, Wade.”
“Nope. Apparently mom loves you best.”
Kinda inspired by this post.
love is for children. i owe him a debt.
So I had many Clint/Natasha feels after the movie. Many, many of them.
So I started painting this, because of said feels and got carried away and hours and hours later, voila. I just… I want to build a whole new pre movie headcanon where they play spy, go on missions together, and collapse in bed at the end of the day, getting rid of the one billion weapons they’re carrying just to hold onto each other, quietly, skin to skin. So this what my mind came up with :)
Painted on photoshop. Not sure about some little details, but I’m just letting it go because of reasons. Hope you like it :)