it's all her fault really


I brought some oranges to work yesterday but didn’t eat them so this may have happened =D


How can he ignore me like this?

anonymous asked:

Also to the other anon asking about the difference right now between Ward and Fitz. Ward used his abuse to defend, blame and not apologize for his actions, he was basically saying 'hey yeah know i dropped you out of plane but my brother was mean to me when I was little so really its all her fault, we're good right? No death no foul?' We don't know how real Fitz is going to respond to his FWself action but given history I'm gonna guess horror, revulsion, tears and anger at Aida and himself

(In reference to this post.)

Hey there, anon!

You are absolutely right, and I probably would have put that in my original post if it wasn’t almost midnight while I was writing it. :)

Ward has a HUGE victim complex, which I’ve talked about before. He truly is a man with no regrets. He did have his moments of doubt, but then he doubled down on the bad choices he made and made even worse choices.

Here is the hard truth, though: bad things happen to everybody. Not the same bad things, but bad things all the same. The real question is what we learn from our trials, and what we choose to do with our lives in the aftermath. Do we become like Ward, or do we become like Fitz? Do we tell ourselves that we’re powerless, or do we allow ourselves to become powerful?

One of the key characteristics of both Fitz and Simmons is that they believe that they are accountable for everything they do, and that they hold themselves to a high moral standard. Sometimes this makes it hard for them to forgive themselves, but it also turned them into the successful, heroic scientists they are. As Simmons says, if you want something in life, you have to work hard and earn it. No one is going to hand you a PhD in engineering, biology, chemistry, etc. just because that feel sorry for something that happened in the past. You have to put your head down and do the work, just like you have to do to succeed in any aspect of life. 

Ward could have worked hard to be a better person, but chose to whine about his circumstances instead. 

Fitz was lucky in that he had his mother and Jemma to reinforce these values for him, but I think we saw last night that this is a key part of who Fitz really is. Even in the Framework, he is holding himself to a high moral standard. That’s something he still does in a world where his mother’s influence is trifling and Jemma’s is nonexistent. That’s the REAL Fitz.

So, yes, I do think Fitz is going to hold himself responsible for what Framework Fitz does, even though he’s not responsible at all. (He held himself responsible for killing Will, even though he knew Will was already dead!) It’s something of a flaw, but it’s also a consequence of a great strength he has. It’s part of what makes Fitz such a compelling and inspiring character. He is going to go through the spectrum of feelings you described—horror, revulsion, tears, and anger. He’s going to be mad at AIDA, at himself, and at the cosmos. But I also think he’ll come out the other side.

Fitz has had hardships, yes, but he’s always managed to turn them around. Sometimes he did it with help, and sometimes (like with his hypoxia) he did it largely on his own. But he has unflinching loyalty and love from Jemma, as well as the support from a team of fellow heroes, so I think Fitz is going to be okay in the end. He’s too good and too strong for it to end up any other way.

2goldenv  asked:

You Might Be Asked This Alot But What Inspired You To Make This AU?



ok I was visiting @owlyjules in her adorable house in the mountains and we were doing this ‘watercolour bootcamp’, I drew a thing, she would watercolour it, she drew a thing, I would watercolour it. She decided to draw Asriel as Link for me to colour and I just died. My two favourite games TOGETHER ARGH. We then discussed about making a little crossover comic, ‘just a little thing, like, 2 pages’. 

well, here we are. 


Just This Once

“I’m not a cuddler.” That was the lieutenant’s invariable answer when he tried to hold her once the ecstatic throes of bliss had passed. Oh, she would embrace him for an instant, rest her cheek against his chest, or perhaps even braid his hair with languid hands. But without fail, she would roll away to the very farthest side of the bed and curl into a small, feline-like ball.

Should he try to join her, to envelope her contained form with his body, she would nudge her back against him and declare that she was too hot, that he was too sweaty, that she just needed some space, okay? And so he retreated.

It was not him. He knew that. Sometimes he knew that. Sometimes he believed that. It was simply the lieutenant. He loved her independence, after all. Her willingness to stand alone in the face of tremendous peril. To be resentful of her distance now would be to deny the very thing he cherished her for. And so he did not seek her warmth, but stayed apart and listened to the distant music of her breath.

Yet one night when they fell into bed, both too weary from the day’s battles to shake the sheets, she found her way into the crook of his arm like she belonged there. For a moment, he was too surprised to react. Should he wrap his arm about her as he so longed and hold her close and safe? Or would she flee the perceived trap like a deer in a close thicket? Should he note the rarity of this moment or let jovial silence be his guide?

She did not speak; her eyes were closed, her breathing not yet in slumber, but easing its way down that pleasant slope. And so he too held his tongue. He let his fingers dapple across her shoulder, trace arcane symbols on her breast. He held her, but in the loose way one holds a trembling dove that might take wing at any moment. He expected her to do so; to heave one last sigh, brush lips across his cheek, and retreat.

But then she began to … well, he would never accuse the lieutenant of something so indelicate as snoring. But there were certain nocturnal sounds emitting from her that denoted sleep. And she was still here. With him. Her satin hair wrap tickling his arm, her hand curled over his breast.

His arm began to prickle with pins and needles. The place where her hand lay grew uncomfortably warm and a bit sticky. He recalled to his chagrin the rather large flagon of coffee they’d shared.

But these minor irritants could not compare to the joy of watching her face in repose, open and relaxed as it never was in waking. He let his arm tighten about her and, just this once, held her close.

rebecca and riza sharing a bunk bed in the military academy

rebecca keeping riza up and acting like every night is a sleepover

rebecca and riza trying to keep their giggling quiet to avoid getting in trouble


I asked my friends if they had a song that reminded them of TLR and michaelsgavin replied w/ this song so its all her fault really

SONG: Dumb Ways To Die

When will this concept of hating Luke bc of his girlfriend end????

who else thinks that nicole haught seems lonely?

i thought tom would be an asshole that id love….but….hes not which is wporse ohhh my god hes just a demon whos trying very hard and is very particular about how things must be done and star didnt even seem mad at him bc she got that and i just  l o v e tom