Back just to say:

where are my royalties for deaf simmons aos

littlepistolbelt:

          “I’m fine.” Wash insists, flinching away from her hand. Not because              her cleaning the wound hurt, but because…Well, he’s stubborn and              doesn’t want the help. Even if the blood is trying to trickle down into his              eye.

                 “It’s not that bad. It’ll heal fine without any intervention.”

“It’s not a matter of it healing fine--” it’s slightly biting, and a scowl is settled on her face. “It’s about infection--” she mutters quietly, trying to go back to cleaning it. “It’s a nasty way to go out” she adds then, moving to get some thread and suture the cut closed.

“You’re hurt... stop moving” Jemma states in a calm tone, trying to clean a cut across his brow. 

“If you sit still, this will get done faster” she stated, crossing her arms and staring down at him.

“Agent Barton--” she drawing the words out in an annoyed tone. “I need you to stop moving, I’m almost done” and she heaves out a sigh, wondering if Bobbi could keep him still very briefly.

sgtbarnacle:

Her apology is distant, quiet, and James uses it once more as an anchor, drags himself back in time to hear her continue. Although he listens now, his gaze remains forward, eyes glassy, brain just barely comprehending. Pain receptors healing from what’s been done to him. It doesn’t quite make sense, but, then, he doesn’t understand almost anything that was done to him, only that it happened.

The fact that she’s expecting it to be difficult for him gets a tiny huff of a laugh, no matching expression crossing his face. Her joke is lost on him, but once she mentions the next idea, his brow furrows deeply in thought.

"Physical therapy?” he asks finally, not able to put a description to the phrase.

“It helps desensitize the pain, help you regain full motor skill” she’s moving her hands as she speaks, watching him still. She shifts to face him better, putting her hand out to his.

“I can show you an exercise” she gently insists. “It helps with flexibility, my mother use to be a pianist and she did this stretch” she hums out quietly to him.

The Good Doctor | icantjoininyourshenanigans

PSA

Just letting ya’ll know, I will not be shipping with a new Fitz.

inaxflash:

‘’Maybe he saw all these meta’s popping up and thought he needed to step up his game.’’ He mused with a small shrug, looking at the file once again with a frown before letting out a drawn-out sigh and closing the folder. 

‘’Some people are just evil for the sake of being evil. You can’t do anything to fix that.’’ He replied as he took a sip from his cup, his free hand going to the back of his head to ruffle his hair. ‘’Oh? And where are the bodies found? I thought they were just.. dumped.’’

“Can we check if they’re metahumans?” she then asked, turning all the way around to face him. “Metahumans have--” she’s standing, bustling about. “Certain DNA markers” she states, hands frantically moving as she speaks.

“We’ll need blood work, full DNA mock up for the victims” she’s rambling, opening up the folders for the victims and removing their photos. “Color code the victims, find anything that links them other than age. If they flirted once, we need to know”

Stepping On Toes

STARTER CALL

I will be on FRIDAY to do these

ALSO IM COMING BACK TO THIS ACCOUNT EVEN IF IT KILLS ME

*logs on to see a nomination for a fic award*

well damn

sayitwithsarcophilus:

icantjoininyourshenanigans:

Also consider the following:

Jemma Simmons being James Buchanan Barnes’ doctor

Jemma Simmons trying to be a good doctor, but he’s afraid of her so she gets frustrated

They slowly become friends bc she’s kind with him and “I don’t remember the last time someone was this nice to me… Especially a doctor”

Jemma Simmons getting him soft cotton shirts, flannels and sweater that aren’t shield approved, but: “Coulson trust me he’ll like these more. He doesn’t need a uniform, he’s hard to miss just let him be comfortable”

Jemma and Skye sneaking to DC, May and Bobbi catch them, but instead of ratting them out go and help them steal Bucky’s blue coat from the exhibit

Jemma gives it to him and he hugs her tightly

Jemma and Bucky cuddling on the couch and watching Cosmos together so Bucky can catch up on all the non-traumatizing scientific advances of the past seventy years. 

Blog is on Permanent Archival

This was probably very obvious from the lack of threads. But mostly I’m tired of other roleplayers stealing idea from me among A BUNCH of personal issues, I cannot ‘roleplay Jemma the correct way due to these issues.

I will be doing 8track playlists for my threads,I will also have a NEW edits blog which if you want to follow, you can message me.

Thank you to all those who made these past few years so fun, especially theengineer-fitz and ALL the people who read our threads.

I’m so sorry that I cannot continue on. The muse is there,but as I said, personal issues has made it impossible for me to ever come back to this account.

Thank you all once more, maybe I’ll see you again, but I am doubtful.

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hey guys, friendly reminder that I’m still around and still willing to rp!

my aesthetic: tries to look terrifying on the outside to hide that im terrified on the inside

PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!!

I usually wouldn’t share something so vulgar but she asked to spread the story so I am informing you guys just to take precaution and be safe. Here’s the story of Kristina and Marcus Fox. The others are mentioned in the story:

On the morning of Saturday, May 30, 2015, my little brother, Marcus Fox, my daughter’s father, Darrius Walton, and myself were sitting in Taylor Lauridsen Parkconversing with 3 Caucasian people we had just met (Courtney, Kevin, and Jodie). Everyone was having a nice time. Approximately 7-9 more Caucasian people arrived in the park. My little brother being the social butterfly he is introduced himself and began chatting with the new arrivals. After about 30 minutes, one of the guys out of the group we initially met and another from the group that arrived later got into a verbal altercation with each other. My little brother tried to calm things down but this soon escalated as everyone began jumping on him. It was at this point things turned for the worse as he and I fought this massive group of Caucasians consisting of both men and women. They were throwing glass bottles, crutches, bricks, and anything else they could find at us. As we continued to fight through this crowd of assailants to get away, more Caucasians came from out of nowhere and joined in brutally attacking us delivering closed fist blows and kicks to our bodies and head. We began the fight of our lives. This MOB of around 20 Caucasians beat us until we were unable to move and left us laying in the park. My brother & I sustained multiple injuries. I was stabbed eleven times, eight times in the back & right shoulder, twice in the face & once in the head (which the knife was left lodged by one of the perpetrators). My brother was stabbed nine times, along his back, right side with one of the wounds causing him to have a punctured lung. NO ARRESTS have been made and the only publicity this received was an irresponsibly written 97 word article in the Chicago Sun-Times riddled with incorrect information. If the roles were reversed and had this been a mob of African Americans attacking two Caucasians this would have garnered immediate attention and been plastered EVERYWHERE. We have contacted news stations & have not heard back from anyone. This further proves that America believes- BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER. Please HELP US GET JUSTICE for this hate crime! Please help us show that OUR BLACK LIVES MATTER! ‪#‎BlackLivesMatter‬ Please help us share our story.

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