#redsectora

suggest a tattoo for me?

omg so @redsector-a has been following me since my totalnerdatheart days and they’re always just super nice and very awesome and talented and works with butterflies - like some days I think they might actually be a woodland fairy 

also like, Wisconsin, you get it 

Aw man. Glad he’s okay at least.

I think the nuggets are like pressed into a form/mold/whatever. Cause the places I have seen them they are all the same size/shape (while the curds are all shapes/sizes). And some places have both. …this is totally a WI conversation, isn’t it?

actually that makes a lot of sense

FOR THE AMAZING REDSECTOR-A  I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY

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"Remind me again why we are stopping here?" Phil rubs at the bandages on the side of his neck, hopping to relieve some of the itch, but stops when he see's Clint's guilty expression. "Hey, this wasn't your fault alright?"

Clint sighs and rubs at his eyes. Phil knew the other man hadn't slept at all last night, especially with Jasper in the hospital. The mission had gone to hell, in Wisconsin of all places, and no one could have suspected that the door to the safe house would have been rigged to explosions. Jasper had been the one to open the door and had caught the majority of the small explosion, Phil had been coming up the steps behind him and hadn't gotten too badly injured - but that didn't stop Clint from taking on the blame. 

"I should have seen that the door was rigged Phil, I was just in there the night before-" 

"Enough." Clint's mouth snapped shut at Phil's commanding tone, and he looked up at Phil with unguarded eyes. Phil sighed and wrapped his uninjured arm around Clint's shoulders, bringing him in for an awkward side hug. He kissed Clint's temple gently. "You aren't at fault for any of this. We found the guy who was and Woo will take care of it." 

Clint closed his eyes and nodded, sagging into Phil's partial embrace. "Fuck Phil, if that bomb would have worked like it was supposed to Jasper would be dead," Clint grabbed at Phil's hand. "You would be dead." 

"You aren't getting rid of me just yet, and Jasper will tell you the same once he wakes up." Phil gives Clint another reassuring squeeze before carefully unbuckling. "Now lets get whatever it is you came for so we can listen to Jasper moan about how terrible hospital food is." 

Clint laughs, "That's why I'm sneaking him in some of the good stuff."

"The good stuff?" Clint rolls his eyes and gestures to the very large and colorful sign on the store. "Oh right cheese." 

"Is this another Illinois vs Wisconsin thing Phil? Because even you have to admit that the cheese is better here." Clint is grinning at him, and Phil has flashbacks to all the times he drunkenly complained about the Packers to Clint at the bar they often went to on game nights. 

"I never said it wasn't," Clint chuckles and gives Phil a quick kiss to the lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him into the cheese store. Clint was practically bouncing around the place looking at all the different cheeses and tasting every sample he could get his hands on. "What are you going to get Jasper?"

"Cheese curds," Clint said over his shoulder as he bit into a sample of blueberry cheese. "What else would I get him? You go to Wisconsin, you get cheese curds, its practically a law here Phil." 

Phil rolled his eyes and tried his own sample of muenster cheese. It was amazing- not that he would let Clint know. "Lets get Jasper some of that wine and cheese spread, I saw him eat a whole container once." 

Clint picked up two containers of the spread and added it to his now well filled basket of various cheeses. "So speaking of cheese, are you finally going to tell me why the hell Nick calls you that?"