Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Love Begins
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“ Come here for redemption We’ve got grace for cheap We’ve got grace for cheap Lest you end up bested, lost and T O R N to shreds, dissected.”
Indie multimuse feat. canon muses from Teen Wolf, Agents of SHIELD, Riverdale, Shadowhunters and many more! Loved by Charlie. Promo template credit.
“ Come here for redemption We’ve got grace for cheap We’ve got grace for cheap Lest you end up bested, lost and T O R N to shreds, dissected.”
Indie multimuse feat. canon muses from Teen Wolf, Agents of SHIELD, Riverdale, Shadowhunters and many more! Loved by Charlie. Promo template credit.
Contemplating moving all my blogs back to my multi.
MARVEL ROLEPLAY DISCORD SERVER
since i left my last rp server on discord, i figured i’d make a new one! just click the link above to join! no requirements - don’t even have to be a mutual. join the fun! oc’s welcome.
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jemma simmons is insane
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THESE TWO GAVE ME FEELS
STARTER CALL?
Road to Infinity War: 35 DAYS COUNT DOWN AND 35 ANNOUNCED RETURNING CHARACTERS ⤖ 26. Wanda Maximoff
“Darling, you were never meant to be Atlas; Lay down the world for a moment. I promise you, it will not fall.”
— heavy is the head that does not rest / p.s. (via interstel)
The Original Family Disappointment™
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gasp! I think i’m caught up!!
clippedwingsx:
“I was raised a gentlemen for the most part,” there’s a teasing smile there as he steps out behind her and shuts the door. It had been a common courtesy, but it’s nice to hear a thank you for it. For what it’s worth, he’s trying to play nice and learn this new team around him. Working with others isn’t his specialty, not in the least, but he’s going to actually try to make the best of this. Besides, out of all of them, Jemma was a good place to start, even if her science talk half of the time lost him. Reaching into the cupboard in the pantry room, he snags two – one for Jemma’s tea and one for his own cup of coffee. As much as he hates to admit that he’s addicted to the drink, it serves as a nice wake me up when he’s stuck on the jet all the time and being up in the air. “I’m not going to lie, I’m not the best at it. But I’ll try my best, yeah? Milk and two sugars coming right up.” A tea bag is snagged on his way to heating the water, and then he grabs the milk and sugar, setting them down so he won’t forget them. Leaning back against the counter, brown eyes run along Jemma for a moment, an almost comforting silence settling between them.
“What has you so rattled in there? Besides having to learn how to be a medical doctor when you’ve already got so much on your plate?” Grant still thinks it’s wrong to put that much on her shoulders; how could Coulson really think it was a good idea? He knows that SHIELD is tight knit and that they can’t afford to have too many people on the Bus. But something like this would surely be something to spring for, right? And it’d take the pressure off of Jemma who already looked like she was about to tear her hair out, and it had only been a few weeks on missions. “I’m serious, I can have a talk with Coulson and see if we can get someone. You don’t…need to stress yourself out.” He knows all too well though how it feels to try and fit in constantly, and he pours the hot water into the cup as he waits for the tea to steep. “I heard you had high qualifications in the Academy – it’s impressive.” The ingredients are added and he passes it over to her, pouring himself a cup of coffee before he takes a seat. “What made you even say yes to this whole ordeal?”
The kitchen on the bus is very well stocked considered it was on a plane, but then everything on the bus is built to the highest standard (most of it having been rebuilt since they’d started their trip) so the kitchen being very good was hardly surprising. She opens the fridge and removes the items needed for making sandwiches. Fresh ingredients is also a luxury she really hadn’t considered when they’d first arrived. The idea of having to grocery shop for a plane was interesting and she had thus far greatly enjoyed being able to stock it up with decent food, even if the SHIELD budget didn’t run too far. Everyone had their little quirks about eating too, she’d noticed. It was just another fun challenge. More fun than having to patch people up after they’d gotten hurt anyway.
She set about buttering the bread and then looked over at Ward as he spoke, hardly noticing the pleasant silence that had formed. She was used to that, she and Fitz could work in perfect harmony in the lab, she was often thrown off balance when other people couldn’t immediately find her rhythm. The question did turn her smile into a frown though. Truth be told her current level of stress had absolutely nothing to do with the stress of the team and everything to do with the frantic phone calls from her parents. “No, it’s- it’s not having to be a medical doctor at all actually. It’s just- um, it’s my parents. I made the mistake of telling them about my... accident.” If it could be called that. “Now they’re very worried and my dad is rather sternly insisting I stop working for SHIELD and get a job somewhere safer. By which he means he wants me to come home and take the Roxxon job he keeps setting me up for and I like being here, I like the team, I like the Bus, and even if I could sometimes do without the danger, I really enjoy it, it’s very fulfilling, you know? Of course you know, you do it too.” Her smile is back and brighter than ever. “I want to do something, you know? Something worthwhile. I want to help people and I want to see the world and I can’t do that if I’m stuck in some back room lab at SHIELD HQ, or even at Roxxon. So I know I complain about the pressure here, but I don’t mean it. I love a challenge, really.” She adds the ham (honey roasted) to the sandwich, followed by the salad and neatly slices them in two when she’s done, sliding one over to him and taking the cup of tea. “Thank you.”
grcndbcby:
If Deke thought that she might finally start to look better, well, he would be wrong, because she seems to look worse than before. He stops babbling because he’s really run out of things to say. He doesn’t really know what to do and to be quite honest, he’s never really had anyone to be concerned over. Life at the Lighthouse means protecting yourself, putting yourself first, there was never time to be concerned about others. At least, not for someone like him who was an orphan with no family. But now here in the past, or the present, or whatever this time is, Deke does have a family and he thinks he’s rather rusty at this whole caring thing. Maybe that’s why his grandmother looks worse. He’s about to reach out again when she pulls away and takes off running. Deke blinks for a few seconds before running after her. If nothing else, right now it’s his job to look after her, make sure she’s okay first. He finds her right as she’s puking into the sink and winces as he looks at her. She must be feeling awful. “I’m sorry…I…uh…what can I do? To help…I mean…”
He probably thought it was his fault, that she was being sick. She didn’t know quite how to explain that it had very little to do with him, but was more a response to the stress that she’d been through today and- well, everything else too. She draws back slightly once she’s done, turning the tap on and letting the water run for a moment. She shoves her hair back with one hand, determined to get it to stay out of her face as she cups both her hands together and fills them with water, bringing it to her lips and rinsing her mouth out, spitting into the sink and repeating until she feels a little less like her mouth is full of wet cotton wool. She straightens up properly and curls her damp hands into fists to try and hide the shaking. “Sorry,” she says again, fixing her tired eyes on him. Her lips turn upwards just a little, despite all the horribleness and the stress and the awfulness of the whole day, just looking at him, thoughtful and caring, is enough to bring the smallest of smiles to her lips. “I’m okay,” she assured him. “I need to get cleaned up and get changed, can you get me a bottle of water, please?” She wants to hug him, truth be told, but she feels gross and dirty and she doesn’t want their first interaction as a family to be that.
nctthedoctor:
It takes him a minute to move, to get his hand to obey his brain and move. His fingers twitch around the blanket, the tremor in his hands making it difficult to hold on.
“J-Jem…” he tries again, chokes again, trying to get words out, but nothing happens. A low hum passes his lips, a whine, a desperate attempt to speak.
“… Jem… Jemma…”
He lifts his hand a little, reaches out, tries to take her hand, but every move he makes is slow and shaky, and it’s nearly impossible to manage.
“Jemma.”
It’s heartbreaking beyond belief. She feels her own lip tremble and forces it to stop, forces a smile to her lips, hides the way her eyes burn with the almost desperate desire to break into an unending flood of tears.
He looks so small. He sounds so weak. She just wants to help, but in this she is completely helpless. There’s no making it better, nothing can make it better but time and she knows that it must be ten thousand times as frustrating for him as it is for her.
His hand reaches out for her, small and shaking and moving in jerky movements. She curls her fingers around his hand and runs her thumb over the back of his knuckles.
“Fitz,” she echoes softly. “I’m here.”
