Clint Barton (
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CLINT BARTON. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 008.01.023.11 *** HAWKEYE has joined 008.01.023.11 <hawkeye> this is clint barton, please leave a message. <hawkeye> if you need something fixed in your apartment please just knock on my door or something, it's faster. | ||||
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Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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*** This is a courtesy reminder to update your userspace settings.
You
blonde man
Books ?
Have Books ?
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you?
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It's like a calling, you know. Sounds like this: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Her name is Annie. From context, I'm assuming Annie Dyer.
Please spend no more than 20 solars on a gift for Annie, and ensure she receives it on or before Christmas Day (December 25). If not, Santa Claus will come to your house and glare disappointedly through the windows until you cough up.
Merry Winter-Holiday-Of-Your-Choice!
P.S. I, Santa Claus, am on Real Hawkeye's side: Hawkeyes don't have to know archery. Plus, I gave him a toy bow and arrows when he was seven, so that totally counts.
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< StillHuman > - posted this to the wrong spot, sorry!
Hiya! I saw your post from awhile back, about uh, possible living arrangements? And I might need a place to stay for awhile, while I'm still a normal boring flesh girl. What's the 38-8 like? You're the Super, right?
<hawkeye> HAHA no worries
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Secret Santa Strikes!!!
Hope these come in HANDY, especially the gloves. (Get it?) Don't worry about your canine side; why not try leaning into it? Maybe rawhide is secretly super good and you never knew!
Happy Nattensfest!
- Your Secret Santa
018.07.163.69 (nice)
Midnight Delivery
[Inside the box, when it is opened, are a collection of frosting dipped lebkuchen, all obviously handmade and bone shaped, decorated with carefully piped decoration to accentuate the bone shape.]
Barton -
Thanks.
Fröhliche Weihnachten
Gabriel. (209)
A Christmas delivery
In any case, she pulls it off. Because of course she does. So on Christmas morning, there is a new leatherwork quiver sitting outside Clint's door. It is not wrapped. But it does have a note. ]
[ And if the "A" is stylized to resemble that of the Avengers logo, well... Don't mention it. ]
<GiggleGrrl> - Morning, January 14th
In the meantime, this gives YOU more time to think about the shoot! As you're a Were
dogwolf, your calendar month will be July, with the theme of Sports/Baseball/Maybe Archery. You're our only werewolf, so you'll have the diamond to yourself! But if you want any help with ideas, I'm always here.If you have any questions or concerns, or if you died and need to be excused, let us know.
- Harley Quinn
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Hey, puppy. How you holding up?
*buddy
sorry, auto-correct
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super belate-y backdate-y
Okay, so.
It's not exactly twelve coupons.
He couldn't wrangle that many, and not all of them are for pizza. In an attempt to make up for the discrepancy, one is from a business called Poundmates, the one of a kind pet rental service! This pawprint-adorned slip of paper promises a free one day playdate with a loveable dog or cat of the redeemer's choice!
On the reverse side, in shitty, sloppy too-big handwriting:
APOLOGY ACCEPTED ]
[backdated to the 14th]
[In Joey's neat, looping scrawl, the note reads as follows:]
If you're reading this the game is on. Whoever lands the most shots wins, loser buys pancakes.
[There are less complicated ways to say 'happy valentines day, let me take you out for breakfast/brunch' but what fun would that be?]
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[Yes, this does just get shot at Clint out of nowhere. No, she does not sign her name. If it feels a little like an implicit threat, that's because it is.]
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[forward dated to the 18th]
[This Voucher entitles Clint Barton and guests of his choosing to make use of the premium suite for a weekend, with meals and drinks included for their whole stay.]
[There's a clear message: treat yourself, bud.]
<red-x> [anon]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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