#p: clint

[theonethatyoudreamon]

she dirty on my harry till i (1971)

[asha-mage]

Everyone else talking about Lady Godwin's new horse girl drip but I'm just sitting here still mulling over how raw and under appreciated it was for Clint McElroy to have Pinocchio fucking stake Dracula through the chest with his nose while pretending to be the spirit of his dead child.

[kapsloc7]

guess what im hyperfixating on

[tonybicyclestark]

"Clint honey!! Come here! You've got a call from a friend!" Laura yelled from inside the house.

Clint walked through the kitchen door to come find Laura on her phone frowning and gesturing exasperatedly at whoever was at the other end.

"yea, he's here. I'll pass the phone to him but you're NOT off the hook mister. I'm going to have to yell at you more later for what you pulled. I hope you know that." Laura was saying, and based on her tone Clint knew whoever it was, had hell to pay when they finally came face to face with his wife.

Clint took the phone from Laura - his was somewhere in the barn he realized - and answered the caller, only to be stunned into silence for a few seconds.

"Stephen?", Clint asked in pure relief and a healthy dose of shock. The doctor's been off-grid for months, worrying everyone when no one could track him, not even Tony or Nat.

"Yea Clint it's me." Stephen answered appropriately hesitant.

"Where the fuck have you been you asshole?" Clint burst out in an unexpected surge of anger. "What the fuck were you thinking leaving like that??!"

Stephen fell silent for a beat.

"Look I promise I can explain."

"It better be a fantastic explanation for what you put all of us through, mush less TONY and you better have called Tony first before phoning here."

The lack of response from Stephen told Clint all he needed to know. "What the actual-"

"There's a reason I called you first!" Stephen cut in.

Clint told him to get to the point curtly. He couldn't wait to hang up and call Tony immediately to update him on his 'still-alive' husband. But he needed actual information on said not-dead husband first.

"I actually do magic now. I was thinking I could take another look at your brain again? If you'd let me."

The moment the words sunk in, Clint groaned and let his head slump into his hands. Looks like he was in for a long day.

[creepynostalgy]

Geraldine Page and Clint Eastwood in The Beguiled (1971)

[reneebrxndxn]

closed starter for @clintbennet

location: clinic

Renee had briefly gotten word from the gates that David was bringing in Clint and they were headed straight for the clinic. They hadn't told her much, other than Clint was unconscious and while she could be slightly irritated that they couldn't give her more so she could prep, at least she knew they were rushing to bring him into the clinic. However, when David walked through the door carrying the unconscious Clint, she froze for half a second when she saw the state of him. It hit like a knife in the heart. The last time she had seen him was right before he left and he was smiling, healthy and happy. This was not how she was hoping to see him again after he left.

Her initial shock wore off and she jumped straight into doctor mode. She got Clint on the bed and got to work cleaning him up to try and gauge how bad the damage was. The gunshot wound to the elbow was her first major concern, as was the cut to his head. The second biggest issue would be his ribs and then, and this made her stomach churn and the want to puke, his missing fingernails. All of this posed infection risks, not to mention she was still working to bring his core body temp back up to a more comfortable level. Needless to say, she had her work cut out for her.

Whatever she hadn't been working on was covered in layers upon layers of blankets to try and heat him back up. The gunshot wound was wrapped and his head wound was cleaned and bandaged. She meticulously cleaned his fingers and toes and after carefully inspecting his ribs, she sat down by his bedside and took his hand carefully in hers while she watched his face. "God, please wake up, Clint," she muttered softly while her thumb ran along the back of his knuckles. She needed him to wake up.

[zackastor]

starter for: @clintbennet

location: clinic

"You're up." Zack noted as he stepped into the backroom of the hospital. He hadn't been here since they'd come back from the ranch. His injuries hadn't been bad enough that he'd been unable to take care of them himself, he'd been tired and the clinic had been overfilled as is. Now, everything seemed to have calmed down, and after a quick talk with Val, Zack had been let to see the people who'd been temporarily put out of comission.

"We're gonna have to talk." Zack grabbed himself a chair as he took his place next to Clint's bed and pulled the curtain up behind him, though it didn't offer much privacy. His face was set in it's usual scowl, betraying nothing more than usual as he regarded Clint's form on the bed. He'd managed to get some info on the injuries - a shot in the elbow, a broken finger, pulled nails, if what he knew was correct. Maybe more. Zack leaned back on the chair, looking at Clint with narrowed eyes.

"About the Daybreakers."

[isaacapatow]

@clintbennet * en route to pawpaw's pro shop

It wasn't a long trek out to the outdoorsman's store that Clint had mentioned to Ike, which meant they had a moment to stop, rest against some truck tires at the side of the road, gnaw down some jerky and the Redwood kitchen's homemade protein bars before they continued on their way. It had been an uneventful walk but a quiet one; Ike suspected that there were walkers traveling this path and insisted they keep the chatter to a minimum.

Somehow, watching Clint as they ate, Ike figured that hadn't been too much of a hardship for the guy.

"What is it you did before the biters?" he asked, normal volume, and then whirled a finger in the air around them as he said, "--we didn't see any of 'em as we came through, I think we're fine to talk. Did you have some kinda job like a park ranger or game service, or were you just--" Ike grinned, leaning back a little to give the word a punch, "-- the outdoorsy type?"

[fleetsummers]

with @clintbennet | at the clinic

"I had exactly the one for you, it turns out." Fleet had set up a little station next to Clint's bed in the clinic: a tv tray with a nail clipper and emery board, a bottle of something he's brought from the kitchen and two cups, and a neatly folded damp scrap of cloth. He put down a bottle of nailpolish as the star of the show, saying, "Dark blue and sparkly. I'll give us a matching set of manicures with it -- sparkly stuff dries up quickly so we might as well use it all, especially since I've been told that any raided nailpolish remover is much too valuable for other uses."

Fleet paused in his busy setup, giving Clint an exaggeratedly firm look. "And don't ask me what those uses are because I couldn't tell you. Something terribly serious and important, I'm sure. But we will make do."

[biitchcakes]

NEW AVENGERS Vol 1. Iss 48

( personals DNI. )

[hubrisdescent]

❝ I know what you're thinking, so let me stop you right there. These men were already dead when I found them ❞

starter for @mastcrmarksman

[vallaurent]

starter for: @clintbennet

location: clinic

Val didn't give herself much of a break. When they'd come back from the ranch, there'd been enough to do, after all. No matter how absolutely exhausted she'd been. Scrapes and wounds to clean up and bandage, and Nicki, Ares and Clint who were hurt badly enough to take up the beds in the backroom of the clinic. Like a miracle, everybody had made it, nobody had died, and after a long night that lead to her collapsing in her bed and being out the moment she'd hit the mattress, she'd been tempted to pray and thank any god, because it felt like everybody coming back was impossible.

Now, everything had slowed down. Everybody seemed on their way to settle back in, her included, with her shifts back at the clinic, and at the bar. Right now, she was busy taking care of their permanent patients. Making sure Nicki stayed in bed and didn't get out too much, changing Ares dressing, and-

"Hey there, sweetie." Val smiled softly at Clint as she pushed past the curtains they'd put up for privacy around the beds. "I brought ya some food from the kitchen. They made venison stew today. Pretty sure Fleet poured his heart into this." Val put the bowl she'd filled with delicious smelling stew on the bedside table, alongside a little tupperware box. "I also got ya some cookies. I didn't know which ones ya like, so I brought ya chocolate chip, since everybody likes chocolate chip." She regarded his form for a moment, worried she'd overwhelmed him with her chatter, though she tried not to show it in her gaze. He looked a bit small in the hospital bed, like some air had been let out of him by the Daybreakers.

"How are ya doin', sweetheart?"

[samepictureofclintbarton]

This account is a masterpiece

i tried to come up with a witty response but i haven't slept in 2 days and i got nothing so i'm just gonna say thanks! it makes me happy you like my blog!

[creepynostalgy]

Pamelyn Ferdin and Clint Eastwood in The Beguiled (1971)

[nickitxrres]

closed starter for @clintbennet

location: outside of Redwood

Nicki was taking it easy. She thought the world would burn before she ever admitted that she needed a break from going out and raiding but after what happened the last time she went out with Ares, she needed a cool down. So for the most part she had been doing simple runs. Taking Mayra out to her little hideaway, quick trips to the Eeyrie to grab things and even small stores that she knew she had cleared out a while ago. So this single job of taking Clint out to some old building he had found seemed to fit right in with simple and lowkey. After all, it was just a go in, clean out the Walkers, see if there was anything good still there and report back what it was. Too easy. That and she got a chance to get to know Clint a bit better.

The two hadn’t really interacted, so to speak. He was outside security and she was a raider. It wasn’t very often that their paths crossed. Normally if they did, it was nothing good. So now was her chance to get to know the handsome bayou boy. She was walking side-by-side with him but following his lead as he showed her the way to the new building. Her fingers gently prodded his shoulder so that he could look to her so she could ask her question. “So, how did you end up finding this place anyway? This doesn’t look like an easy area to stumble upon by accident.”

[knittinglizards]

not evil dave-related but i just got the clothing therapy cutscene and it's making me think about the emily & shane friendship again :) the bits w them in the first clint heart event and the joja cola commercial one (one of my favorite heart events of All of them) are nice and in this one he's much less grumbly about the whole thing than you might expect. they don't seem like super close but they're buds! it's nice!