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Haters

As most of you know, Josh McDermitt has deleted all social media over immature so called “fans” sending him death threats. I’m just saying this now, you are NOT a fan if you send death threats or even make fun of the cast. In all honesty you shouldn’t even have any social media if you do this. It’s childish and unnecessary. This hasn’t just happened to Josh either. It’s happened to Emily Kinney, Norman Reedus, Melissa McBride, Alexandra Breckenridge, Sarah Wayne Callies, Laurie Holden, Austin Amelio, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and many more. It’s saddens me that this kind of behavior is in the fandom. The people that did this need to separate fantasy from reality. Because Eugene, Beth, Daryl, Carol, Jessie, Lori, Andrea, Dwight, Negan, etc… they don’t care what you say about them because they are FICTIONAL! But the cast have feelings. They have emotions. They deserve respect. They were doing their job. They don’t make the scripts, they go to set, go to make up, wardrobe, go over lines and do their job. I will tolerate no hate on my account or on any of my other social media accounts. You don’t like a character, that’s fine. Vent to me if you want too, but any hate on the actor, that will get you blocked. Hating a character is far more different than hating a human being! Because hating a character, they aren’t going to care, but hating a human being, no matter how much they try to ignore it, it gets to them. They’re people too. Respect them or get out of the family that does respect them.

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I Won’t Let Go

A/N: so @fitzsimmonsaf and I were talking about all the awesome story lines Jemma COULD have had in 4,722 if they did literally anything besides the romantic plot, and this happened. Kind of an abridged fic built of our explosion of headcannons, so we thought we’d share. 

~2,000 words

About a month into her exile on Maveth, Jemma discovers that she is not, in fact, the only human on this planet.

It is hard to tell how old Cody Daniels is. She thinks he’s about eight or nine, but even he has no idea, without any way to track the passage of earth time. He is the son of the last two surviving astronauts of a doomed NASA mission sent through the portal in 2001, born here several years after their arrival.

Jemma doesn’t know what happened to the NASA team, but by the time she meets Cody he’s alone. He’s wild at first. His hair’s matted and tangled and falling over wide, pale eyes. Every inch of him is covered in filth and he will not speak or look at her, scampers barefoot over the sand, tries to snatch food or some of the meager possessions she has when she isn’t watching.

Yet no child so young could have survived very long in this place by himself. Someone has cut his hair in the last year, has sewn together scraps of clothing to fit his small body, has taken the time to give him reading lessons if the scrawls she notices on the walls of his cave-like home are an indication. Where his parents are now and how long they’ve been gone is a mystery, but they definitely aren’t here now.

Their relationship is slow to start. Cody keeps his distance, watching her always with a wary, mistrustful gaze. He only allows her down into the cavern where he lives and sleeps a couple times and brandishes a homemade weapon whenever she gets too close. She keeps sleeping outside in her little camp by the water. But Cody comes, both for water and because he’s entranced by her phone. And eventually he starts asking her questions.

The tipping point is the sandstorm. 

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