What Didn’t Kill Me Gave Me An Immense Amount Of Trauma

cosmoscursed​:

another  groan  accompanies  her  words,  fitz  turning  his  body  to  face  jemma  on  the  floor,  only  lifting  up  the  pillow  so  he  could  see  what  she  was  doing,  “  we’re  out  of  prosciutto. “  

     “   oh,   fitz,   ”   she   sighed   with   a   shake   of   her   head.   the   fond   smile   broke   through   as   she   propped   her   chin   up   in   her   hand   and   looked   up   at   him.   “   is   that   really   worth   all   the   dramatics?   we’ll   get   more   soon,   i’m   sure.   ”

there   was   only   a   moment   of   silence   before   jemma   pulled   open   the   door   to   her   bunk,   one   eyebrow   raised   curiously   and   a   grin   playing   on   her   lips.   “   you   had   me   at   booze,   ”   she   chirped,   fully   opening   the   door.   jemma   was   quickly   growing   fond   of   the   recruit   and   this   proposal   only   solidified   that.   fitz   was   a   great   drinking   buddy,   she’d   admit,   but   he   wasn’t   at   her   door   with   booze   and   cards   in   hand,   was   he?   “   come   on   in!   ”

@simmcns​​‘s starter;

      daisy’s bored        and without access to the internet due to the new shield bling on her wrist  ,  completely without distraction  .  her knuckles rap against the glass door of simmons’ bunk after having checked the lab  ,  and the rest of the bus  .  “  simmons  ,  are you in there  ?  i have booze and a deck of cards  .  ”

** pinterest quotes pt. three

“  you  are  such  a  soft  and  sweet  thing.  ”

“  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ”

“  it’s  killing  you  isn’t  it  ?  ”

“  maybe  swearing  will  help  ?  ”

“  if  i  didn’t  care,  would  i  feel  this  way  ?  ”

“  there  is  bravery  in  being  soft.  ”

“  oh  im  sorry,  did  my  back  hurt  your  knife  ?  ”

“  i  wasn’t  born  to  be  soft  and  quiet.  i  was  born  to  make  the  world  shatter  and  shake  at  my  fingertips.  ”

“  no  i  don’t  make  sense,  stop  asking.  ”

“  i  am  not  that  same  person  i  was  eighteen  minutes  ago.  ”

“  together  or  not  at  all.  ”

“  feel  like  making  a  deal  with  the  devil  ?  ”

“  i  have  more  scars  then  friends.  ” 

“  what  i  create  is  chaos.  ”

“  you  are  not  his  princess.  you  are  your  own  queen.  ”

“  i  could  be  your  family.  ”

“  i  thought  we’d  have  more  time.  ”

“  i  am  no  bird,  and  no  net  ensnares  me.  ”

hope — my writing

the bee’s knees

Stars, too, were time travelers.

Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children (via baeronism)

i had a dream i met mat/thew grey gu/bler and then i woke up and it wasn’t real and i’m sad

fatedtruths​:

he grimaced at the very idea that there had been something dead in the lab   —-disgusting.       “ oh ? oh ?  it wont affect my food,     do you WANT ME to bring up the cat? ”

jemma   resisted   the   urge   to   roll   her   eyes.   she’d   never   quite   understand   how   this   was   still   an   issue   with   him.   “   the   liver   was   properly   stored   in   an   appropriate   container,   so   it   didn’t   even   affect   your   lunch!   besides,   it   was   a   lab   fridge.   where   else   was   i   going   to   put   it?   ”

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