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‘ i’ll … take your word for it. when can we leave, doc ? this clearing’s creepy. ’
❛ you’re just going to have to TRUST me, mr. winchester. as for leaving --- i’m going to need more time to collect everything that i need unless we carry it back to camp... ❜
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The more you love, the more you suffer.
Vincent van Gogh (via ara-ne-um)
Source: vincentvangogh-art
six word story B)
* meme. ( “one candle, unattended. only ashes remain.“ )
jemma simmons felt an unbridled hatred for every movie heroine who’d ever raced towards a burning room & managed tolook flawless with their hair coiffed in its usual way and ready for an afternoon tea. that was just wrong. when the adrenaline ( & the fear of losing him ) finally got to her, jemma tossed her pride the hell away and pressed her free arm across her chest to hold her breasts a little steadier. unfortunately, that slowed her reactions and she was unable to force open any automatic doors in one swift movement because she simply didn’t have time to wait for a second for them to open. yet, for some reason, she never really stopped to think about an easier route to take. instead, as she ran, she remembered something ; something that a wise man once wrote on pale pages : “it was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.”
so many things were wrong with that quote, she thought. there was no pleasure in watching things that once had colour fade and turn to BLACK. perhaps jemma would have seen an essence of pleasure in burning buildings if her friend wasn’t trapped because she stupidly forgot to tell him to “keep an eye on the candle” and that she’ll be back in 5 minutes. 5 minutes turned into 10. 10 minutes turned into 15 — so on and so forth. & now blood was dripping from her lip and onto her blazer, flames danced and tried to waltz with her, though they only caught her necklace — which was now, also, black as well as her skin underneath… and fitz was unconscious, lying on the floor but seemed to be unharmed. thank god. he could still make it.
she quickly concluded that he wasn’t able to make it to an accessible exit as smoke often incapacitates so quickly that people are overcome ; they suffocate. she hadn’t taken safety precautions herself, she was far too determined to get him out there at least somewhat alive & now the smoke had managed to cut her oxygen levels down to nine percent — the levels of unconsciousness — as well as his own, & before jemma had time to haul him up and carry him out of the burning lab, she had fallen. ironically, she landed in a position that made it look like herself & fitz were cuddling. the last thing she remembered before closing her eyes was the smell of the smoke that reached across the room and delivered a deep feeling of doom into her gut. & how hot fitz’s flesh was when her hand brushed against his arm as an attempt to catch herself [ which, evidently, failed. poor thing. ]
hours later & no one was able to identify their bodies.
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okay, so, if you send ”six word story” to my inbox, i’ll pick a random one from the site and write a drabble/starter for our characters based off of it
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"Flooding the alien city may be the f i r s t responsible thing I’ve done to protect the people I care about.”
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❞ if you think you can do BETTER, please, be my guest. ❝
❛ i’m not saying that i can do it better. i’m saying that you’ve probably made a mistake, hence why it’s not working. this really isn’t my forte. ❜
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muzzzled
❝I DUNNO. What?❞
she laughed at her own joke before she had even said the punchline. ❛ -------- sherlock ohms. ❜
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“that is how galaxies are made." - tyler kent white
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fiitzy
❛NO, BUT THEY’RE old & overused, so——❜ ❛Yeah, that’s true. I don’t even think he tries sometimes.❜ ❛That or he tries too hard.❜
❛ consider yourself lucky that he does. unlike skye, he doesn’t laugh at
your misfortune. ---- don’t tell skye i said that. ❜
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”BULLSHIT! you’re FBI, right?”
❛ i’m with s.h.i.e.l.d. actually ---- & who might you be? ❜
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this was supposed to be a bias list for 4,500 followers but I got lazy so here we are. that’s all i’m going to write up here so i don’t know why you’re still reading. honestly.
svikinnar
♔ valhalla —
you’re the people I talk to the most / often, and you’ve all impacted my life and loki in small and big ways, and I’d like to thank each and every one of you with precious little messages but please let me reiterate: i’m lazy. I hope this will be ok! thank you all for being there for me. for giving me second chances. for having courage. for being beautiful, kind, and wonderful souls. and for so much more. you all keep me going, and I appreciate all of you for being my friend. i’m rooting for all of you in your mundane and grand struggles. you’re going to win, I know. thank you for lighting up my dashboard; you make tumblr a great place to be.
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❛ pretty threat. tell me, was it his screams or your skye friend’s that did it ? ❜
❛ the only screams that anyone will hear today will be yours. ❜ & in return, each word
spoken by her (forming an empty threat) was through gritted teeth and clenched fists.
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maestrx
”You’re not sorry. And anyway, I can yell at whoever I want, especially if they’re using the same things I need! I’m sorry for yelling, but really.”
❛ how are you ever going to make friends if you keep yelling at people for small mishaps, leo? anyway, the moral of the story is, don’t leave your equipment unattended otherwise other people will use it without realising that it’s still in use! ❜