dalton city

  • Meeks: This is gonna be the time that I take a license photo that is good.
  • Charlie: Course you are. With that ass?
  • Meeks: They don't let you put your ass in the photo.
  • Charlie: They really should. I know you from your ass better than I know you from your face.
  • Meeks: You know me from my ass better than you know me from my face?
  • Charlie: Yes, and hearing it said back to me slower only validates it more.

Pax isn’t quite sure when her definition of home came to begin and end with, “Wherever the girl who swallowed the sun lives,” but it doesn’t exactly feel wrong when she tests it out on her tongue. Home is walking hand in hand down a deserted shortcut; it is pouring over case notes, spread out over the kitchen table and scattered across the floor, while Miriam sings over a pot of soup like she’s enchanting it; it is the gentle press of Miriam’s lips against Pax’s temple to wake her from a doze. Home is pulling Miriam into a kiss right in the middle of the street, right in the middle of a thunder storm, and having the girl who swallowed the sun kiss back like she’s trying to spread that sunlight into Pax’s own cold body. Home is finding that she finally doesn’t mind letting herself be warmed from the inside out.

— Quicksand City by Cel A.

Her right side feels cold, empty without a warm body pressed tight against her. Her hand feels empty without wingers twined together. There is a strangeness, an alienness to the sensation of needing someone so close after so long without the affection of another friendly face. Out in the Flats there is nobody but oneself, but in Midian City it is nearly impossible to turn without bumping into another human being just as desperate to keep moving. Pax isn’t sure that she can understand a world in which she finds comfort in the kind of casual embrace that Miriam partakes in as if it were her first language.
—  Quicksand City by Cel A.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D Panel - Rose City Comic Con 2015 (Full)

Agents Brett Dalton (Ward) and Elizabeth Henstridge stop by to discuss the hit show at Rose City Comic Con in Portland Oregon - Sept 19th 2015

Fic: NYU

“I’m going back to NYADA and Blaine is really excited because he just got into NYU for next semester. So we get to start over again.“

Because this deserves more. Fillers from 6x01, 6x05, 6x10, 6x11 to help explain the process of one Blaine Anderson-Hummel.

Kurt pesters Rachel for answers in his first few days back at McKinley. He tries to be subtle, nonchalantly bringing up questions while sorting through music.

“Soooo, Blaine’s gig at Dalton…did he mention if that was a permanent thing, oorrr…?”

Rachel turns and throws him a side eye after catching his fake-nonchalance for the eighth time that day.

“If you’re trying to fish for the inside scoop on the life of Blaine Anderson, you’re not going to get it from me. I’ve already committed to setting up a meeting with you two.”

She jabs him in the chest to prove her point, and Kurt sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I just, you know, want to make sure he’s doing okay. You know, financially and such.”

Rachel nods, tapping her stack of sheet music a few times on the piano, “Obviously. Well and besides if you really do want the dirty deets, all you have to do is go find some one with a big mouth.”

Kurt smirks and opens his mouth for a witty comeback but Rachel beats him, “haha I mean a bigger mouth than me.” Kurt smirks again, and she slaps his arm, “I mean Sam, for goddssake.”

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