#tahitisaved

[arrowloosed]

‘ it’s ancient history? it was happening until twenty seconds ago. ’ / tahitisaved

sentence starters. @tahitisaved

“twenty seconds ago is ancient history.” sure it is, except that it definitely isn’t, and clint isn’t quite looking him in the eyes. he is instead looking anywhere else: his hair, slightly to the left of his ear, at his shoes at one point. 

“i’m a new me now, man.” from the person he was twenty seconds ago. “you can blame the misbehaving on the turn of the tides. or something like that. no need to write me up.” 

[kojiscorner-a]

@tahitisaved​

They have him strapped to a chair, special restraints made to keep him at bay. He’s had a good day so far, but they can’t be too careful, especially since he’s actually got a visitor for once. His eyes are cast downward, but they rise when he hears the doors open and in walks Coulson.

“Hey there, Phil. Nice of you to drop by.”

[partsofthemachine]

@tahitisaved said:  “Does this hurt when I touch it?”

“Is that a serious question?” Natasha is pretty sure she has a concession. But she’s trying not to think about that with the way Coulson keeps prodding her head.

[arrowloosed]

@tahitisaved

“In the interest of Christmas.” It is not remotely Christmas. It is October. It is straight up October. But it’s clear in the sort of loopy way that he’s signing, and the distance in his eyes, that he is not all there. The IV in his hand explains some of it. He hates it, the thick haze any kind of medication puts him under, but he wasn’t given a choice. “I have decided to talk to you.” 

[diffcall]

@tahitisaved

                       “if you get some weird ads on your computer, it wasn’t me, ‘kay?”

          it was probably him. like - surely. especially since he’s on phil’s computer, clicking intermittently as he makes his decisions in minesweep. he’s always been so bad at that game. it comes down to brains but clint’s always been told:

          don’t got much of those, boy and had it knocked out of him which kind of proved his dad right but to his own means. whatever. one of them is dead and one of them is playing minesweep so who wins now, huh?

                (doesn’t change the fact he’s bad at minesweep.)

[duskgathers]

@tahitisaved.

‘ you know you look ridiculous. ’ the dry statement leaves her lips without any sort of a questioning lit to it 

[wcrldliar]

❝   you're cooking ?    ❞     the smell of it is   -    unfamiliar.   or,  at least,  that’s what maria wants to say.   it isn’t,   though.   not so much.   forgotten,   maybe.   maria had cooked plenty when she was growing up.   she was no chef,  no,   but  ...   she’d had to do what she did then to survive.   then,   there’d been years working in restaurants before she gets herself drafted.   so,  no   -   not unfamiliar.   but the sight gives the same feeling anyway.      ❝   what’s the occassion ?   lola got a new coat ?    ❞

   @tahitisaved   /  soft sc.

[wcrldliar]

i’m pretty good at secrets.

❝    papa was just—    ❞     but maria grits her teeth together,    clenches her jaw.    she doesn’t look at coulson;   couldn’t,   really.   as a protocol,   coulson has access to her files.   even the ones she hoped he wouldn’t.   (   all those paperwork when she’s shuffled from police stations to offices to strange houses.   where’s papa,   she’d asked the people who keeps touching her.   he won’t be hurting you anymore,  maria.   and she’d growled:   that’s not what i asked.   )   and maria tells herself that she understands it,   she has to accept it.   but it’s hard.   like a pill that comes with rigged edges,   and it’s tearing down her tongue and mouth as it goes down.

maria breathes,   and think about all of those talks in a bare office where she keeps reading the psychiatrist’s certificate again and again.     you were hurt,  maria.   you were a victim of abuse.     but he was the only papa she’s ever known.   that’s not something people can easily replace.    she doesn’t say any of this to coulson,   though;   logic arguing that it’ll make her look like she’s excusing her abusive parent when she knows that he shouldn’t have done what he did when she was growing up with him.    maria fists her hands by her knees and glares at a spot on the floor.   they don’t have to talk about this if she doesn’t want to   -    and she definitely does not.    ❝    —   then i hope it’ll stay a secret,   sir.    ❞

    haunting of hill house meme.