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#from script to screen

cosmoscursed​:

“  you’re  debating  the  interest  of  a  documentary  that  you  didn’t  even  watch  ?!  “  fitz  shook  his  head,  standing  up  from  his  space,  “  it  was  very  interesting  &  you  would  have  enjoyed  the  sentimental  drivel  if  you  weren’t  so  bloody  english.  “  he  sighed,  clearly  annoyed.  but  no  disinterested  in  her  proposal  for  how  to  spend  their  evening,  “  nothing  with  plankton.  “  

     “   if   i   couldn’t   watch   it,   it   wasn’t   interesting!   that’s   just   obvious!   besides,   i   wasn’t   going   to   SAY   anything   about   it.   because   i’m   considerate   of   your   choices   when   it’s   your   turn   to   pick.   ”   arms   crossed   over   her   chest   defensively   as   he   stood.   “   i   resent   that   accusation.   i   can   appreciate   sentiment,   fitz!   ”   she   shook   her   head   in   disapproval,   but   she   knew   the   disagreement   would   be   forgotten   within   the   next   few   minutes.   “   what   do   you   want   for   dinner?   ”

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)

fatedtruths​:

“ well that, that depends.       …     have you had anymore dead things in the lab ? ”

“   it’s   a   LAB,   fitz!   ”   arms   crossed   defensively   over   her   chest.   “   obviously   there   has   been   dead   things   in   the   lab.   but   that’s   not   going   to   affect   your   food!!   ”

j u s t   c r a s h,   i t ’ s   o u r   t i m e   n o w

not me continuing to not unpack for the millionth day in a row while getting into shenanigans on www.tumblr.com

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—— @mrsc​

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