#melindamayparker

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jaeger pilots wuntch and holt tho

[edwardrockbells]

Azula/Mai or Azula/Ty Lee or Mai/Ty Lee?

mai/ty lee :)

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Gaang or Krew?

gaang

[buffyboleyn]

Fandom rep: aesthetic edits and filling the #btvs wank tag.

THANks GOod! I think i’m the only one in that tag tho...i bet it’s creepy

I’m sure I have a reputation somewhere in this fandom: So what is it?

[buffyboleyn]

Fuffy

Her forehead tasted like autumn sunshine.

[wormwoodandhoney]

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ann Perkins

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Honorable mentions to Tom Haverford, Donna Meagle, and Jean-Ralphio and Mona Lisa Saperstein. 

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For a fic swap with melindamayparker - she wanted me to try my hand at writing Abigail Brand (who I really only know from Secret Wars), so I wrote this probably super ooc mash up with aos fic for her. Hope you like it bro? (Also I’ll probably write something with another ship for you to dedicate in your honor later okay?)

This is how it starts -

“I’m Daisy Johnson with SHIELD and I’m here for your protection-“

“Abigail Brand, SWORD, and somehow I highly doubt that.”

From there it just gets a whole lot messier.

***

“So this isn’t gonna be like Bob’s whole real SHIELD nonsense,” Hunter asks, immediately following Coulson’s debriefing. “Is it?”

A debriefing which about a third of the team actually listened to. Most of them having lost focus after the words interplanetary and aliens were spoken. As if none of them had dealt with weirder things before.

“SWORD is a sister organization of ours, established back during the space race,” Coulson starts to explain.

“Except they actually got to space?” Skye finishes for him, her eye brows darting up in disbelief. “You know, when I was with the Rising Tide we had heard rumors about them, but I always figured you all just made it up to confusion the Russians.”

“I was under the impression that we had.”

***

This isn’t the first time Abigail has been in an interrogation room, and it’s certainly not going to be the last. Which means standard interrogation techniques don’t work on her at all. 

And the guy standing across from her is just about the exact opposite of intimating.

“I’ve been tortured by aliens,” she says, casually, because she’s done this hundreds of times before, “You glaring at me, isn’t going to change anything.” 

“Well, look here, mate-”

“It’s Director,” she corrects none too gently, “And aren’t I supposed to get a phone call?”

Her interrogator pauses for a moment, looking back at the what is obviously a one-way mirror for some sort of confirmation, which he must get because a second later her nods once and then once more as he turns back to her.

“Who should we call?”

“Maria Hill. She should still work for you unless-”

“I think-” he starts, only to be cut off as another voice carries through the interrogation room.

“Commander Hill works for Stark now, but I’ll see if I can get in contact with her.”

***

“What took you so long,” are the first words off her lips, the second Maria finishes going through all the trouble to get her released. No thank you, because isn’t Maria’s experience Abigail doesn’t do thank yous. 

Which is why Maria doesn’t dignify he question with an answer.

“Next time try not to crash your ship in restricted air space.”

“But then how else am I supposed to get your attention?”

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Maria/Natasha + “Marry me?”

"Romanoff, Hill, we need a distraction,” Blake’s voice carries over the comm system, and for a second Maria wants to roll her eyes because obviously. They’re ten seconds away from this mission going to absolute shit, and they need more than a distraction, they need a miracle. 

Still, she can see the calculating look in Natasha’s eyes, and it’s only that which stops her from smarting something back in reply. 

A whispered “I’ve got a plan,” ends up being all the warning she gets, before Natasha is dropping onto one knee in a crowded city street filled with Hydra goons intent on killing them, and saying in the loudest voice ever, “Will you marry me?”