Via wendilynnmakeup on twitter Oct 7, 2014: “Just one more reason why we all adore our Clark Gregg (#AgentsofSHIELD)”
If my dog could talk, this is probably the sort of thing she’d say.
Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka reenact the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp (x)
this is the cutest
A last-second Happy Birthday ficlet for Hils! Happy Birthday, H
(Note 1: Honestly, Hils…this little story is just an excuse to use the diner we ate in last year as a fic setting. Note 2: This is gen. How did that happen?)
The name of the neighborhood - Hell’s Kitchen - hadn’t sounded like the most promising place to find a decent diner, but Clint swore by the french fries, and anyway, because for all Bucky knew, he’d eaten there a dozen times before (there still was a lot he wasn’t too clear on from his past), he’d said yeah to lunch.
It was a pretty nice afternoon, so they walked the mile to the diner (Bucky had definitely been in that neighborhood before; the diner was just a couple blocks from Times Square, for god’s sake) and got themselves seated in a quiet booth near the back.
They both ordered steak sandwiches and fries, then settled in to talk about…mostly nothing at all, which was Bucky’s favorite thing to talk about these days. Spending time with Steve - with all the Avengers, really - was pretty great, but almost all of them were so serious about everything so much of the time. Steve would have disagreed, but sometimes Bucky got the weird feeling that most of the team might have been more comfortable with the Winter Soldier’s single-mindedness than with Bucky’s own…his…whatever his own personality was shaping up to be.
Clint though…Clint was the most easy going of the bunch, and so far, Bucky and Clint had never run out of ways to yap about nothing in particular.
The food was all gone and there was a brief lull in the conversation when their waitress, a woman of indeterminate years, auburn hair held in place with a mother-of-pearl barrette, came back to the table.
In her hand was a plate with a single cupcake.
The cupcake wasn’t fancy, not even one of those red velvet things that seemed to be everywhere these days. It was just a plain vanilla cupcake with chocolate buttercream frosting, but in the center was a skinny red, white, and blue candle, its flame flickering slightly in the breeze.
The waitress looked over at Clint, and when he nodded, she set the cupcake down in front of Bucky.
"I’d sing to you like they do at Applebees," she said in a voice that Bucky somehow knew came straight off of Mermaid Avenue in Coney Island," but I wouldn’t want to wreck your birthday. Do you boys want anything else?"
"No, we’re good," Clint said. "Thanks for lighting the candle."
"Don’t mention it," the waitress replied. "Let me know when you want the check," she added before heading back to the kitchen.
Bucky stared down at the candle’s flickering flame. “Pretty sure today isn’t the birthdate listed in James Buchanan Barnes’ file.”
"Nah," Clint said, shrugging a little. "But it’s one year to the day since you showed up at Steve’s door. so I figured…this could be sort of like a re-birth day lunch thing. You don’t mind, do you? I asked Phil, and he said you’d probably be okay with this."
Bucky didn’t answer for a moment, then he looked up at Clint. “Yeah, well, I guess Coulson knows a thing or two about being re-born.”
"So…you want to share my re-birthday cupcake?"
"You sure, man? I wouldn’t want to deprive you or anything."
Bucky wasn’t great at reading body language, but Clint’s clearly said “give me half of that cupcake and give it to me now.”
"I think I can suffer the loss," Bucky said dryly.
"You’re a prince among men, dude. Happy sort of birthday."
"Thanks," Bucky said. "And yeah…it is."
Despite already having received notification that my Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. DVDs had shipped, I found myself unable to wait the extra two days (poor impulse control!)…and then at the Target check-out line, I discovered that Hawkeye had jumped into my shopping cart as well!
(Clearly, Clint wants to see what Phil’s been getting up to)
Hello, everyone! None of you know this (yet), but I once used to be a part of the Harry Potter fandom under the name of switchknife. I left back in 2004, for reasons that included worsening mental illness (I was institutionalized soon after leaving fandom) and the rather terrifying experience of…
Wow! How fantastic to see you back again. :)
This overly-wordy piece of meta isn’t an attempt to change hearts and minds or to convince anybody to share my p.o.v. It’s about me trying to work through my own thoughts about why I haven’t found a single non-crossover Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ship fic that’s really worked…
I’ve enjoyed quite a few things that inhabit - to one extent or another - the AoS world, but not fic featuring entirely in-world pairings. #sigh
This overly-wordy piece of meta isn’t an attempt to change hearts and minds or to convince anybody to share my p.o.v. It’s about me trying to work through my own thoughts about why I haven’t found a single non-crossover Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ship fic that’s really worked for me, regardless of how well some of them are written.
This also isn’t about fanvids…except for the way in which it is, just for a paragraph or two…