YOU   THINK   YOU   CAN   KILL   ME   ?     /    Loved By Lynn. Re Est. 2020.

“   i   need   some   advice.   ”

—— @mrsc​

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  .  ”

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I just love you so much, you’re my best friend. 

more prompts for your feels

“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”

Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

little memes for child muses 

send  ( fib )  for your muse to catch mine in a lie

send  ( book )  for your muse to read mine a story

send  ( tuck )  for your muse to tuck mine into bed

send  ( yummy )  for your muse to make mine a meal

send  ( costume )  for your muse to dress up with mine 

send  ( brush )   for your muse to brush my muse’s hair 

send  ( toy )  for my muse to ask yours to play with them

send  ( teach )  for your muse to teach mine a skill — specify 

send  ( gift )  for my muse to bring yours something they made 

send  ( tale )  for my muse to tell yours a wild, make-believe story 

send  ( sweets )  for your muse to catch mine eating too much candy 

send  ( fashion )  for your muse to help mine pick out clothes for the day 

send  ( no )  for your muse to keep mine from doing something dangerous

send  ( scary )  for my muse to ask yours to get rid of the monster under the bed