Pretties spam -- the Clint & Phil edition

Having spammed delicatale with these in a series of increasingly flailtastic emails, I THINK EVERYONE OUGHT TO FEAST THEIR EYES UPON THEM. Let's end the year with a bang.

First up: JEREMY RENNER. BECAUSE THERE SHOULD ALWAYS BE MORE JEREMY RENNER.



JEREMY RENNER + CARS. THIS CAN'T REALLY GET ANY BETTER.

Also there is this SPECTACULAR piece of art by Odora over at dA:


A-team by *Odora on deviantART

I. CANNOT. STOP. STARING. THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING. *_____________* Can I just say, CLINT'S POSE. *fluttering hearts EVERYWHERE*

And speaking of things I can't stop staring at -- zoronoa DREW PHIL AND CLINT FOR delicatale AND I. I AM ALL FLAILY AND TWITTERPATTERED WITH GLEE, BECAUSE JUST LOOK AT THEMMMMM. AJKHFJLFKGHLJFDG PHIIIIIIILLLLLL WITH THE TINY CRINKLES AROUND HIS EYES AND THE LINES AROUND HIS MOUTH AND JFHFJDDJHDG MAN OF MY HEART. ♥♥♥ THEY ARE SUCH BOYFRIENDSSSSSS. <3 You should all go stare at it and give zoronoa alllll the love!

For all those who get starry-eyed and wet-pantied (it's a word if I say it is, damn it) at the thought/sight of Tom Hiddleston, THIS WILL BE EXTREMELY RELEVANT TO YOUR INTERESTS. Hell, I don't find him all that attractive and even I'm all HHHHHNNNNNGGGGG over it. FOREHEAD WRINKLES + STUBBLE + TOOTHPICK + LEATHER JACKET. MMMMMMMMMMMMM.

In other news, slept extremely poorly last night, and today I am all djhfdjshldfhg WHAT IS BRAIN at work. Happily, it appears that I'll be finishing earlier than anticipated. \0/ \0/ Let's see if words want to make sense for me in the meantime! :D They appear to be working so far..... ROLL ON CHARLES WITH PUPPY.

....If I can bloody stop thinking about this idea delicatale and I discussed that I write for her, for the auction piece I owe her, where Phil owns and works the night shifts at an all-night cafe, and also BAKES ALLLL THE THINGS. And Clint is a piano bar singer who comes in to unwind two or three nights a week, in the small hours, when there's hardly anyone in but him and Phil and some die-hard insomniac writers, and they get to talking, and Phil bakes for him and talks him down and is basically the Phil Coulson we all know and love, and Clint is cranky and snarky and exhausted yet too wired to go to sleep, and they end up chatting about ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE. /sap SO YES. THERE IS THAT. ER. >.> I HAVE TO SAY ALL THIS PRETTY ISN'T HELPING ME STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS PIECE OF SILLINESS.

Lastly: a lovely, lovely song to send the year off in style! :) Thank you, sheafrotherdon, for linking it! :) In conclusion: DIMPLESSSS. <3