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so sorry for going mia on you all !! exams & other examinations have kept me busy & and unable to be active on here. i’m off until monday though so you can expect replies from me sometime this weekend !! 

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❛ it’s not that she’s born BRAVE  ,  it’s not that she’s born STRONG. it’s that the universe has decided this one will have GRIT  &  FIRE  &  STEEL  in her bones. she will face trial after trial ,  be BROKEN & DAMAGED in countless ways. but this one  —— THIS ONE was born to  FIGHT.❜                                                                 est. september 2016

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                                              ❝ don’t call me that !! ❞

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agents of shield meme: [¼] relationships » skye & coulson

↳  Here I am telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity; somehow she repairs a little piece of mine.

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CONTACT:           ↳ PHIL COULSON.

The sight of clear liquid matting the former agent’s eyelashes sent a wave of grief through Phil’s body, and a solid lump had begun to form in his throat. The man prided himself on being objective and unemotional, but anyone who’d known him for longer than a day would know that when it came to those he cares about, he was anything but stoic and uncaring. It usually manifested itself in a slight rage, but if it involved someone especially close to his heart, he couldn’t help but feel awash with heartache. 

“That isn’t true,” He spoke through the lump in his throat, his mouth far too dry to swallow it down. The uncertainty in his voice was audible, every few words wavering enough to give his distress away.  “You were a part of this team, not a threat to it. You were used, Daisy. Everyone knows it wasn’t  your fault,” A brief pause came from Coulson as he thought of just how to word his sentences. When he spoke from the heart, he had a way of jumbling himself up even more so than usual. 

“I don’t need you here for the team. I need you here because you’re my friend, and these days I don’t have many left,”                 

                  an IRONIC grin settles on her face ; a movement so FAMILIAR that she no longer feels it. it is just there ; a shadow of the bright smiles that once graced her features. a constant reminder, along with the scars & memories that mark her, that she is no more than the SHELL of the person that she once was. the pair that brought her into this world named her DAISY —— and just like a spring flower she blossomed and blossomed until she DRIED . . . until only dust was left from the person she once was.                temple presses against a curled fist, the curl fading from her lips as RAGE takes over. she feels it CRAWLING over her skin & she feels the MEMORIES invade her mind ; bright & full of color ❪ & pain, oh, so much PAIN ❫ .

              ❛ NOT A THREAT ? ❜ there is incredulity written all over her features, eyebrows rising high against her forehead.  ❛ I dropped a BUILDING on you  ——  on all of you. I almost killed Mack. I ——  ❜ her voice weavers, cracks appearing in it but it is gone as soon as it came.  ❛ I’ve been a threat to you since the moment I’ve . . . CHANGED. ❜ & she should have been wise enough to leave then. she should have left before she could be turned into a weapon.

              another lump rises in her throat, clawing at it and turning her lips to sand but she ignores it ; refusing to let her weakness take over again. the cracks in her heart widen again and she feels GUILTY  the instant Coulson’s words hit home and for a second only a thought crosses her mind ; WHAT IF SHE COULD GO BACK HOME?            but a place that she once broke could no longer be HOME for her.

             ❛ I suppose you should look for better friends then, ❜ her shoulders move, a nonchalant shrug in spite of the emotions that bubble up inside of her & the bullets of pain her fractured arm shoots through her. ❛ . . . because, clearly, I’m not friend material. I’m better ON MY OWN. ❜ & so are you. all of you.                 chin presses up against her shoulder, into old & dry leather, the scent of COFFEE & dampness filling her nostrils. the scent is calming but it still can’t soothe the erratic beat in her heart or the guilt that swirls inside of her. she doubts anything will ever wash those feelings away.

               it takes her a while to find her voice again but when she does it’s loud & clear as day.  ❛ NOW, if you don’t have orders to tranquilize & arrest me  ——  I think we’re DONE here. ❜ 

[interconnectedspiral]

I forgive you.   I didn’t ask for that.

[dasyjohnson]

-Nikita Gill (x)

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———- @phillipjcoulson [cont.]

                      there is something blurring her sight ; making it impossible for her to see more than distorted colors & it takes her a while to UNDERSTAND that the reason for it are the tears that have gathered in the rims of her eyes. unceremoniously, she brings the sleeve of her black shirt up to wipe the one droplet of water that managed to fall and mingle with the foundation & eye-shadow that covered her bruises.                       she had made her decision. she abandoned those that once stood by her side.                              SHE HADN’T KNOWN HOW MUCH SHE WAS RELIED ON.                              her head turns away from the male, both hands clenching into fists against her sides until her knuckles turned BRIGHT white and the tendons in them began sticking needles in her flesh.                         ❛ YOU CAN, ❜ the firmness she musters for her utterance surprises her too but she masks it behind a neutral face and a turned cranium.  ❛ You NEVER needed me there, COULSON. I was always a threat to you. To the ENTIRE team. ❜ 

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CONTACT:          ↳ MELINDA MAY

                     they had been on the hunt for months now.  Coulson had worn himself thin looking for his former protégé.  every time he’d get close it she’d disappear like a ghost. Daisy had out tricked and outsmarted them time after time until now.

                    the ground below May’s with a soft crunch other than that there is nothing but silence.  eyes peeled widely, hands gripping a gun tightly & she can only pray that it won’t be used.  the others have gone ahead of her –– they have their orders from the new director, and while she doesn’t like them, she knows that they’ll obey.

                    the sound of bullets bite through the silence & her heart rate quickens & her feet began to tread heavily against the ground. ❛ Don’t shoot!! Don’t harm her! ❜ she yells, knowing that she’ll be ignored.

                    it’s over all so quick.  unconscious bodies of fallen agents are at her feet.  her mouth slowly gapes open at the sight before she shifts her gaze to the young woman who looks more like a trapped animal ready to fight.

                   arms slowly lift in front of her.  ❛ Daisy …. ❜ she calls softly but her guard is kept up.  ❛ what have you done?? ❜ 

                       she should have known.                       there were endless months ——  no, years —— of training should have left her more cautious. it should have grown an eye in her nape & for a while that sense belonged to her & she had been COMPLETE. but it was just as she had expected  —— it left her; it shut permanently when vengeance clouded her vision. when the BEAST inside her roared so loud that even the deadliest of monsters crawled beneath the earth when they heard her approach.                   when she left what had been her only HOME.                                             when she ran, and ran, until the sights in front of her were as foreign as the red-rimmed eyes that completed her reflection.                          but now she has nowhere to run.                           bones shatter inside of her  ——  a melody of ache that fits perfectly with the grunts and groans that fall from pale lips. she didn’t want to hurt them. she didn’t want to cause more pain but she had NO CHOICE. she was caged & just like an animal, she sought an escape. no matter the consequences.                            or maybe they did matter because now as her eyes fall on the last standing agent, she feels her stomach CHURNING inside of her. invisible fingers claw at her throat & she tries ; fights to catch another gulp of AIR. too much. this is all too much.                              by the time her airways free themselves & allow her to breath again, a bitter taste settles in her mouth ❪ bittersweet & biting & for a second she believes it is blood ❫ & with it comes a laughter that is carved from ice.                             ❛ What did I do? ❜ disbelief imprints itself on her features &  the laugh that once filled the alley fades as her lips quirk into a smile that does not reach her eyes. ❛ What did I do? Correct me if I’m wrong but —— YOU’RE the one hunting me down. All I’m doing is protecting MYSELF. ❜                                 & you. ESPECIALLY YOU.                           ❛ What are you here for, May? TO ARREST ME? ❜                             & she wants to believe she won’t bring the other any harm if it will come for that but she knows she should not believe in IMPOSSIBLE things.

[horrificmemes]

Torture Sentence Starters

“This will only hurt a lot.” “Sit still!” “Keep screaming, it won’t do you any good!” “You look so beautiful covered in blood.” “Scream for me.” “Tell me how much it hurts.” “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” “I’ll make this quick.” “I hope you’re comfortable, because you’ll be here for a long time.” “Rate your pain on a scale from one to ten.” “Ready to play doctor?” “You’re insane!” “Let me go!” “Someone will come looking for me.” “I’ll do anything you want, just get me out of here!” “Untie me now!” “You can’t keep me here forever.” “Just let me go, please, I’m begging you!”

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|      I am the lightning

       I am the rainstorm

       I am a soldier

       I am marching into war      |

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———- && @wclfheart [♡’ed] 

                          black. black. black.                           there is a constant thump against the inside of her mouth & an emptiness in her chest & for a second she believes that it is her HEART that she feels beating —— exploding. the hood that once covered her hair is now a tangle against her nape, brushing against her flesh with each breath she lets out. surges of energy emit from her fingers —— shaking, breaking, SHATTERING but it is not enough. blades and bullets still fly & she finds herself doing not more than dodging the attacks by cowering behind stalls & metals. by the time she finds the gaze of the other she is covered in sweat & her breaths are more of LUXURY than normalcy. only that she can’t afford luxuries, not NOW.                         ❛  I’ll buy you as much time as I can. Don’t waste it.❜ 

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———- && @thecavalrymay [♡’ed]

                                        ghosts were often born from ashes & from dust. spirits tainted by the crimson that stained the flesh of their palms. once upon a time she used to be the one that chased the SHADOWS but now she became one of them. a ghost with splashes of red staining her fingertips —— torn & alone.

                          soft winds flow through her hair, strands of caramel gluing themselves to her features as she stands & watches her prey. a group of individuals passes in front of her but neither of the members catches her attention. instead, she lays her focus on a minuscule alleyway where shadows move across the pavement. a smirk tugs at her lips, curling them as her fingers flex by her side, instinctively, as the BEAST inside of her comes alive.                           she moves in silence and by the time the figures become clear in front of her eyes surges of energy emit from her digits. resembling flies, their unconscious frames fell against the concrete, the sound of bones BREAKING echoing in her ears. few bullets cut through the atmosphere but she only shoots at them, ignorant of the shapes on their jackets. it is only when she reaches the last person that she freezes in place, eyes widening briefly before she becomes DEFENSIVE.                           ❛ May, ❜ the name that once was a source of comfort for her now feels like a bitter poison resting on the tip of her tongue.                                       ❛ What is this ——  some sort of TRAP? ❜

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I AM trying out some psds for the time being but while I am sorting out a style for my icons, let me throw this STARTER CALL out.        LIKE FOR A SHORT STARTER !!!