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skinny-suits:

I want these goggles pl0x

Jul 22 @ 11:33 PM
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Jul 22 @ 11:33 PM
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oh-mrs-o:

I’ve been seeing this post floating around with these handsome pretty photoshop brushes and decided to see if I could mimic the effects in SAI. I didn’t get all of them perfectly, but I did what I could, while also bringing some unique SAI-ishness to the table that you can’t get in PS. Hope you guys find these useful! 

Jul 22 @ 11:33 PM
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teachytv:

10 years ago today, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way went back in time to sedouce Volxemort and protect all of us from his evil plans

reblog this post to honor Enoby’s brave sacrifice, ignore if you’re a prep or a poser

Jul 21 @ 11:49 PM
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of peonies and painful declarations [part 2] (post 1x22)

A/N: I really had fun writing these two drabbles.

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He has been awake for a couple hours now, keeping track of the time with the digital clock hanging on the opposite wall.

His arm hurts, but it’s a dull hurt, one that he can tell had been worse at some point even though he can’t quite recall when. He remembers… pain. A scream… not his. And the water… forcing his mouth open and gushing into his lungs.

Before and after the water is dark and frustrating and he wants to hit something but at this very moment he is limited in movement.

There’s a girl next to him, well, on him.

Her head is on his chest, one hand clenched around the fabric of his robe. Stranger still is the fact that she’s crying in her sleep.

He feels he should wake her, but what would happen then?

Already, a nurse and a man in a suit and tie have come in, offering to move her, but he cannot seem to find it in him to allow them to do so.

The girl cries out. He cringes, uncomfortable with witnessing such a private event. He moves away from her on the bed, his arm accidentally brushing her side.

And then she’s awake, sitting up and hugging her arms.

She doesn’t look at him.

“Hello,” he says, “I reckon you were just having a bad dream, ‘ts alright.”

Her entire body goes rigid. She exhales, still not looking at him.

“Bad dreams happen to the best of us,” he says, confused as to why she won’t turn his way.

She shifts slowly, and then there’s a flurry of movement and he’s being embraced in a way that’s both loving and relieved. She’s kissing him all over, his head, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Her lips even brush his once, but they move too quickly for him to respond. Her nose is buried in his shoulder, and her arms are looped around his neck pulling him so close to him that he can feel her heart beating fast and hard against his own.

"I missed you so much," she says in a way that makes her whisper sound like a scream.

He doesn’t mean to hurt her, he really doesn’t, but when he pushes her away, the guilt he feels over how crestfallen she looks almost makes him breakdown right then and there.

He grips his head in his hands, trying to recall a name, an event that would help him identify the girl before him.

“I’m really sorry to have to ask this,” he begins, dropping his hands.

Her expression darkens.

“It’s all rather mucked up,” he whispers, trying to keep his emotions in check, “I wish I didn’t have to ask because you seem like a really nice person that I’d like to know.”

She’s crying again, “Fitz, please. Don’t….”

“Did I know used to know you?”

It’s a few minutes before she can stop, and by then he finds that he’s crying too.

She’s curled into his side, her eyes blank and staring at some spot on the grey walls.

“Were we together,” he finds himself asking.

“Till the very end,” she breathes.

He wishes he could remember, he wishes there was something he could do to ease her pain.

“Could I at least know your name,” he asks.

She nods, a little thing.

“Jemma… Simmons.”

He says her name, rolling it on his tongue.

Her face is somewhat hopeful as he sits up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Jul 21 @ 6:16 PM
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of peonies and and painful declarations (post 1x22)

A/N: Part two coming soon.

He once gave her a bouquet of peonies as a sort of thank-you gift for helping him study for a chemistry final. The smell alone was incredibly nostalgic, and reminded her of the two wispy old women who used to live next door and the rose water they used to spritz on her whenever she came over.

She remembers his face. The flush in his cheeks, the slight tremble in his hands as he handed the flowers to her. More so than anything, however, she remembers his voice.

“High mark,” he had said, smiling and holding up the grade for her to see, “And it’s all because I had you by my side last night. You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever met. And I met Victoria Hand once.”

That was the first time she kissed him.

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Jul 21 @ 12:16 AM
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Why would you make me do this? You’re my best friend in the world! Yeah, you’re more than that, Jemma.

Jul 20 @ 11:37 PM
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post “Beginning of the End” fitzsimmons drabble;

pulsitron:

The only things he remembers are how his breath was plucked out from his body, and the longest darkness that comes after.

[A/N: i’m currently a bIG mess of emotions SO this doesn’t make much sense god i’m so sorry for this]

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Jul 20 @ 11:36 PM
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lionsarah:

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ~『✧~*CAL*~✧』

Jul 20 @ 11:15 PM
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