Welcome to: the Clint Barton Appreciation Club!
You live, you die, you fight as brothers.
Remember, nothing is as strong as family.
"A gargantuan figure blessed with the greatest lightness." My character grew up in the Court of Miracles, which is the 17th-century version of the modern-day ghetto. There were 12 in Paris and the one I grew up in was the biggest and the worst.I don’t know who my father is, my mother died when I was five, so then I basically had to fend for myself. Got into trouble here and there, I was a street thief, you know, a hustler of sorts. But also a romantic, someone who was in need of a family unit and love. The reason why the musketeers regiment is so important for Porthos is that it is the only family he’s ever known. There’s an amazing amount of passion and pride for Porthos in being a musketeer. The Fleur De Lis that he wears on his shoulder guard means the world to him. That brotherhood.
Fraternity, loyalty, equality - those things are very important to Porthos.
I liken Porthos to a human hurricane - on the inside, the eye of the storm, you’ll find peace, serenity, beauty… cross him or those he loves, the Musketeers, and you will find yourself in a tempest of discomfort. “
Let’s talk about how Steve Rogers was flirting with Sam Wilson throughout and after that run around the mall and Sam flirted back.
Let’s talk about how Sam Wilson turned right around and shot a “How you doin’?” at Natasha that was totally “How YOU doin’?” and how Natasha’s “Hey” was a very appreciative “Hey.”
Let’s talk about bisexual Sam Wilson with his fine ass.
Let’s talk about how Steve and Nat were both like “Ayyyyyyyy break me off a piece of THAT Kit Kat bar!”
#she terrifies men because she forces them into their true shapes #she is the sea there is no room for pretense in her #she will not allow anyone to render her less than what she is #she will not allow others to be anything than what they are #barbossa is a corpse and davy jones is nothing more than shell and bone and ruin dredged up from the ocean floor #’calypso’ is greek for ‘to conceal to hide’ and that is her root#she is the truth waiting to devour you from beneath
I’ve been waiting to see Calypso on my dash.