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[kitweewoos]

Goodbye Al(istair)

Abi Fitz & Agnes Kitsworth au based on Goodbye Earl by The Chicks

Agnes and Abi met in high school, and became very close. They were inseparable, attending the same classes and joining the same clubs. They were best friends, and they'd do anything for each other. When they graduated, Agnes kissed Abi on the cheek, said her goodbyes, and went looking for inspiration in the big wide world. Abi, working at the plant nursery in town, found Alistair. He was nice, and handsome, and he smiled whenever he saw her, so when he asked her to marry him, she couldn't think of a reason to say no. She should've. As soon as they were married, Alistair changed. He hurt her in ways she didn't think she could hurt, and she had to cover bruises that she never thought she'd have to hide with sunglasses, and long sleeves, and thick concealer.

The day Alistair put her in the hospital was the final straw.

She reached out to Agnes, who flew straight home without hesitation, and they made a plan. Alistair had to go, and the police weren't going to do anything to help them. He had already managed to put her in the hospital once despite her restraining order. So, they slip something into his dinner one night, and Alistair Fitz is never heard from again.

Finally able to have some peace, Agnes and Abi buy a farmhouse on some incredibly lush land where Abi can grow strawberries and peaches, and they sell jam at a roadside stand together. And if they raise a child together with an old flame from high school, well, that's just another plus to Alistair being a missing person, a missing person that was never actually missed.

[send me a moodboard prompt]

[loverofallthingssmart]

LISTEN SO TRUE TAM SONG IS EVERYTHING THIS WORLD NEEDS !!!!!! i agree w u the entire fucking way kam otp tam+marella platonic mlm wlw besties ALL OF THAT YES THAT SLAPS !!!! (and yes tam has so much depth !!!!!!! help i love him i want to see more of him asap</3)

also tam and stina would sit there judging people 4 fun thats so they<3

YES SO TRUE !!!!!!!!

tam and stina took one look and each other and went "oh so you're a bitch too" and I LOVE THEM !!!!!

they sit on the bleachers and everyone is too scared to approach them because theyre intimidating !!! (and then their blonde counterparts, keefe and sophie are literally the least intimidating people on earth its so funny)

[perfectlynormalvelocipede]

Breitkirch 2 - The Saga Continues!

After the hugely successful first season, the Deutsche Fernsehen is now back with ZDF-Hitshow Breitkirch's  SEASON 2 !

From the network we all know and love for producing classics of Deutsches Fernsehen like Arzt Wer and Übernatürlich:

Expect more mysteries, heartbreaking destinies, terrible secrets and the past catching up with our favourite characters in this large scale production with celebrities all over the cast - both recurring and newly joining high-profile actors, actresses and guest stars!

Welcome back to the nation's second favourite couple of detectives, right after Hubert und Staller: We return to the East Frisian Kleinstadt of Breitkirch with Julia Koschitz as Elli Müller and Christoph Maria Herbst as Alex Hartig - but wait! Why, you ask, doesn't this read Oberinspektor Hartig?

The 2nd season starts right where season 1 left off: Our protagonists know now that Josef Müller (Jürgen Vogel) killed Dani Sörensen, but will they need to prove it in court? And what did the devastating news do to the once so idyllic town of Breitkirch?

We see Elli, who has been degraded and is now a mere Verkehrspolizist, and her former boss, Bavarian police officer Alex Hartig, who due to health issues was forced to step away from active duty and is now in charge of the Jungbullen.

Next to many familiar faces, there are also lots of exciting new ones, with an A+ casting that will leave absolutely nobody disappointed:

Firstly introduced are Nora Tschirner and Markus Lanz as Klara and Leander Aschenwert - but who are they and why are they only now joining the Breitkirch community?

New cast members: Markus Lanz and Nora Tschirner as Leander and Klara Aschenwert.

More splendid new members of the cast are Senta Berger as Joseline Ritter and Barbara Becker as Scharon Bischof, two attorneys and former colleagues who have just not yet seen the last of each other - but where does their rivalry come from? And how are their respective junior barristers, Abi Tomasson and Ben Heuwald, portrayed by celebrity guest-starring comedian and blogger Hazel Brugger and former YouTube sensation Phil Laude, involved?

The courtroom team at work: Phil Laude as Ben Heuwald, Senta Berger as Joseline Ritter, Barbara Becker as Scharon Bischof and Hazel Brugger as Abi Tomasson (from left to right).

We also finally dig deeper into Alex Hartig’s background and get to know his family: Ex-wife Tess (Carolin Kebekus) and daughter Desiree (the latter being portrayed brilliantly by Lilli Schweiger)! But not only that, we also learn more about the case that left him traumatised and lead him to Breitkirch in the first place: At last, we get to unravel the mysterious case of Sandbrück!

The not-so-happy family of the detective: Christoph Maria Herbst reprising his role as policeman, but now also as a father, with Lilli Schweiger as daughter Desiree and Carolin Kebekus as Ex-wife Tess.

In Sandbrück, another small town a little further from the coast of the Wattenmeer, as we know from season 1, two girls have disappeared, 12 year old Pippa Gruber (Emma Schweiger) and her older cousin Lisa Neuberger (Luna Schweiger). But what happened to them, and why is Pippa's father Richi Gruber (Daniel Brühl) so interested in getting Alex Hartig off the case? And what does his Ex-wife Kati (Jessica Schwarz) have to say about it? Join us for season 2, and find out!

Leander Aschenwert (Markus Lanz) being confronted by really properly angry Alex Hartig.

Luna Schweiger as Lisa Neuberger on the left, Emma Schweiger as her cousin Pippa Gruber on the right.

Daniel Brühl and Jessica Schwarz as the troubled parents of Sandbrück, Richi and Kati Gruber.

All the new and old faces, left to right: Nora Tschirner, Senta Berger, Barbara Becker, Florian David Fitz (back as Reverend Paul Jacke); Julia Koschitz, Christoph Maria Herbst, Hazel Brugger, Martina Hill, Jan Josef Liefers (recurring as Bettina and Mark Sörensen); on the far right Markus Lanz, Anke Engelke and Matthias Schweighöfer, the latter two as the reporter-duo Magdi Krasskliff and Oliver Steffensen.

And again, as an exclusive preview, a couple iconic and memorable quotes from this brand new season - exclusively for you, now:

P.S.: PRO-TIPP: for enhanced entertainment, feel free to zoom in on the promo pictures...

Link to part one

[misslacito]

MTV Movie and TV Awards 2019

MTV Movie and TV Awards 2019

Hoy vamos con un post derechito al museo de los horrores. Hablamos de música, hablamos de MTV. El desastre está asegurado. Nos encontramos ante los MTV Movie and TV Awards. La cita tuvo lugar en el Barker Hangar de Santa Mónica, California. Y como siempre que nos encontramos ante una gala de premios, vamos con los ganadores antes del ranking.

Performance más aterradora: Sandra Bullock en Bird Box

[dresupi]

A Case of You ; Bucky/Jemma

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Jemma Simmons For:  @thestarfishdancer Song:  'A Case of You' by Joni Mitchell (1971) Word Count:  459

Her phone rang.  

Well, it didn't ring, phones didn't really ring anymore, did they?  It vibrated.  Buzzed, rather.  

At first, Jemma thought it might be a text message. Some funny image from Fitz that only the two of them found funny.  A series of emojis from Daisy to let her know she was thinking of her. What she was thinking of her was another mystery in and of itself, but Jemma liked to be thought of by those she loved now and again.  

But when the buzzing continued, she realized that someone was actually calling her.  That was different.

She slid the device closer, frowning when she didn't recognize the number.  

But still, she swiped the screen and answered, warily.  "Hello?"  

"Heya, Jem."  

Bucky.

Her heart practically leapt out of her mouth.  She choked on a bit of saliva and spent the next few moments coughing and trying her hardest to reply.  

"You okay, doll?" he asked, sounding worried.  

"I'm… I'm fine.  Bu--"  

"Don't," he said quickly, lowering his voice.  "Don't say my name, okay? It's better if you don't…"  

She frowned.

"Why not?"  

"It just is, Jem."  

It wasn't, but she wasn't about to waste what was sure to be a short call arguing with him.  That never turned out well.  He'd clam up and she'd get nothing out of him.

"Are you safe?" she asked instead.  

"As safe as I can be," he replied cryptically.

"Can I come be with you?"

He was silent for a long moment, and when he did speak, he didn't answer the question. "I miss you."  

Jemma sighed.  "Miss you too, B--aby."

He huffed out a laugh. "I'm Baby now?"  

"If I can't say your name, then I guess so.  Baby."  

She could hear him smiling on the other end of the line.  "I…" he trailed off.  "I like you, Jemma."  

"I'm glad you told me. I'd never have known, what with you being god-knows-where, doing god-knows-what… for god-knows-how-long… I might as well not…" she trailed off, not wanting to voice the thought.  

"I told you that you shouldn't have…" he said softly.  

"I don't care," she countered. "It doesn't matter whether I should or shouldn't. I am. And there's nothing for it. Because I like you too… Baby."  

"Maybe one day, we'll be able to like each other in the same room."  

"Maybe one day," she echoed.

She heard him sigh.  "I gotta go, doll."  

"I know."  

"I don't want to."  

"I know," she repeated.  

"I'll try to call you again soon."  

She wasn't going to get her hopes up. A boyfriend on the run didn't lend itself to much in the way of communication.

"I'll look forward to it," she said.  "Until next time?"  

"Yeah," he agreed.  "Until next time."

[whateveremy]

To everyone who’s been part of my college life

It’s been days since the celebration of #UPLBSablay2018, and I just want to seize the hype of gratitude and joyous atmosphere by appreciating people who have been part of my journey in UPLB.

To my mama and papa, and tita Myra, thank you for attending to my needs may it be in the form of encouragement, money or service, I’m extremely grateful for your support just for me to finish my studies.

To my sisters, ate Dara, Winona, and Chiara, thank you for supporting me too whenever I ask for favor to do something or just being there to help.

To the staff and church of Victory Los Banos, Pastor Jon, Pastor Erle, Pastor Ernie, ate Cla, ate Abie, ate Jen, ate Nikki, Micah, Jessica, Gem, Doms, etc., thank you so much for investing in the next generation. I will truly cherish and keep in my heart all the things that God revealed to me through the efforts you’re doing in the campus ministry. I know God allowed me to be surrounded with such people so that I may grow in my relationship with Him. He has also given me the privilege to see firsthand what He’s doing in the kingdom by serving through the volunteer ministries. It’s there that I was trained and developed to have a servant heart yet be professional at the same time. Thank you so much. 

To the volunteers of Communications ministry, Gem, Irah, Danica, Hannah, Rainier, Dom, Chin, Nikki, Fitz, Ian, kuya Jurey, I never knew such talented and creative people exist. Working with you guys has been one of my highlights in my stay in Los Banos, and I’m grateful for that. I’m happy to have friends that not only share the same interest as mine, but also create materials all for God’s glory. 

To my small groupmates since I was a freshman until I graduate, Ate Eunice, Ate Janine, Kim A, Kim B., Annix, Danica Bendo, Faith, Jac, Jam, Kat, Anna, and Krizza, I am thankful for your lives! Growing with God would be hard if not for the small group meetings. Knowing God with you is really a great thing.

To my ates, kuyas, close friends, leadership groupmates, and batchmates in church, Jessa, Annj, Irah, Ria, Carlet, Tin, Amma, Carla, Jeremy, Keziah, Trisha, Dody, Samara, Celine, Paula, Larra, Jonuel, ate Carmel, ate Ana, ate Alex, etc., thank you for the random hang outs we had, especially during and after youth services, trainings, classes, meetings, and volunteer work. Making disciples won’t be any funner without your companionship.

To devcom churchmates, Stef, Angel, Ilah, Emil, Ayel, Chelika, Shaira, RC, kuya David, Jessica, etc., reaching out CDC-UPLB with you guys is a blast. I hope and I pray that we may continue to honor God wherever God brings us, esp in the field of devcom.

To GC Soc, Raissa, Julie, Christine, Hazel, Diom, Jasmine, Dianne, Hannah, and Jacob, I can’t remember how we started but I am so thankful for our friendship. Being with you guys is such a breath of fresh air especially in times of deadlines and requirements. We make simple lunch times into laughing sessions, and all-nighters to movie marathons. I will miss Lola J’s. huhu (we should have a sablay pic there haha)

To all my professors in CDC, Sir Edmund, Sir Aldo, Sir Romel, Ma’am Mia, Ma’am Kabz, Ma’am Lynette, Ma’am Elaine, Ma’am Marifi, Ma’am Trina, and especially to my thesis adviser, Sir Garry, thank you for your heart to teach. I appreciate every effort you did while teaching in the subjects you handled during our batch. Thank you for your patience and hardwork. I will always be honored to be your student.

To all my professors in UP, may it be in GE courses or technical electives, you may not remember me (because of the large number of students you handled :D), thank you for imparting not just your knowledge but also your wisdom about social issues, or life in general, that made me think about the mundane things in our environment and in our society. Thank you so much.

To the previous and current staff of UPLB-Office of Public Relations, Ma’am Serlie, Ma’am Jo, Sir Paolo, Sir Chris, Sir Chad, Sir Jayson, Ma’am Kea, Ma’am Beth, Tita Maris, and Kuya Abel, thank you for welcoming me in your office. I really enjoyed working as a student assistant in OPR. Writing news articles about UPLB and documenting various UPLB events was really a privilege. I appreciated UPLB more when I got the chance to serve in various events.

To my ex-housemates and roommates in LB, ate Karms, ate Mariz, ate Mabz, ate Jan, ate Gerlie, ate Jamie, Julie, Chin, Kimber, Judith, Ketchie, Dody, Roselle, ate Rox, Hazel, Lorie, Jayne, Carmie, and Abi, thank you for putting up with me the past months we were together! Being housemates with you contributed a large portion in my character development. Thank you and I will miss every random gimmick or hang outs we do.

I can still clearly remember the first time I first set my foot in UPLB when I passed my transfer application in 2013, and now I can’t believe my college life in UPLB has come to an end. Woooh. Thank you, UPLB, for giving the avenue for growth, joyful, and learning moments. It now dawned to me why UPLB is hard to leave, it’s because it has been part of everyone’s way of life.

So long, UPLB! Padayon!

[vietaseriale]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

sezon 7

Opis: Siódmy sezon amerykańskiego serialu  opowiada dalszą historię agentach i sojusznikach organizacji SHIELD, którzy podróżują w towarzystwie androida LMD ze  świadomością Colusona po różnych epokach dziejów SHIELD z  przeszłości, aby powstrzymać rasę Chronicomów, którzy chcą zmienić  Ziemię w ich nowy dom, Chronikę-3 i wymazać istnienie organizacji z  historii. Sądzą oni, że SHIELD jest ich jedyną prawdziwą przeszkodą w kolonizacji Ziemi.

Ich pierwszą misją jest powstrzymanie chronicomów  przed zabójstwem tajemniczego Freedego. W trakcie misji odrywają, że chodzi o założyciela HYDRY. Bez powstania HYDRY nie powstałby SHIELD. Mimo tego Daisy nie chce bronić Malicka, który w przyszłości będzie stał za śmiercią setek tysięcy ludzi. Jednak mimo jej sprzeciwu w wykonaniu misji, chroniconom nie udaje się zabić Freedego.

Gdy bohaterowie wracają na statek, ten szykuje się do kolejnego skoku w czasie. Statek jest tak zaprogramowany, że gdy chronicomy przenoszą się w czasie statek podąża za nimi. Bohaterowie lądują w latach 50. Odkrywają, że celem kosmitów jest agent Sousa, przyjaciel Peggy Carter i jeden z pierwszych agentów SHIELD. O dziwo jego śmierć, którą poniósł podczas transportu tajemniczej przesyłki do Howarda Starka spowodowała, że był wzorem do naśladowania dla przyszłych agentów organizacji. Coulson postanawia go uratować. Przebiera się za niego i przyjmuje strzał, który go “zabił”. Historia zdaje się być nie zmieniona, a agent Sousa dołącza do zespołu.

Jednak ich kolejny przystanek w latach 70 linia czasowa zostaje zmieniona. Okazuje się, że chronicomy mając dość przeszkadzania w realizacji ich planu postanowiły wspomóc Malicka, który jest wysoko w hierarchii SHIELD. Dodatkowo przygotowuje się do odpalenia rakiety, która rozpocznie projekt Insight, który miał rozpocząć się dopiero za 40 lat. Bohaterowie postanawiają nie dopuścić do startu rakiety. Rozdzielają się na grupy. Nie wiedzą jednak, że SHIELD nie jest już tylko zinfiltrowane przez agentów Hydry, ale także przez chronicromy, które zaczęły wymieniać i przejmować tożsamość agentów i dowództwa. Daisy na swej drodze spotyka syna Malicka Nathaniela, który ją porywa. Zbiera od niego próbki DNA, aby uzyskać moce bohaterki. Z opresji ratuje ją Sousa, który zabiera ją z powrotem na pokład Zefira.

Decke wraz z Yo-yo udają się do Malicka, który był przygotowany na ich przybycie. Nie spodziewał się jednak, że Decke postanawia zrealizować plan Daisy i go zabija. Odnajdują nagranie, że rodzice Macka zostali porwani, aby powstrzymać ich przez zniszczeniem rakiety. Mack postanawia przerwać misję. Tymczasem Coulson i May zostają odkryci. Generał Stoner, który ich przesłuchuje nie chce wierzyć w ich opowieści o kosmitach. Dopiero, gdy bohaterowie ratują go przed śmiercią, zaczyna im pomagać. Mack odnajduje rodziców i ich zabiera ze sobą. Podczas podróży jednak odkrywa, że to chromicrony, które przejęły ciała jego rodziców. Przed ich zniszczeniem dowiaduje się, że jego rodzice zostali przez nich zabici. Tymczasem Coulson odnajduje właz przez który chromicromy dostawały się do bazy SHIELD i przeprowadzały zabieranie ciał agentów. Sybil ich przywódczyni składa mu propozycję współpracy. Coulson odmawia i włącza samozniszczenie. Eksplozja powoduje zniszczenie wszystkich uśpionych chromicronów, którzy byli przygotowani do przejęcia ciał i rozpoczęcia inwazji.

Okazuje się jednak, że to nie koniec przygód bohaterów. Przenoszą się do lat 80. Mack postanawia pobyć przez jakiś czas w samotności. Opuszcza statek. Wyrusza za nim Decke, który chce mu pomóc. Mack nie ma ochotę na pomoc.   W tym czasie napęd czasowy Zefira zaczyna szaleć i pozostali będący na jego pokładzie zanikają.

Mija rok. Mack w końcu decyduje się porozmawiać z Deckiem. Okazuje się, że zaczął on formować skład SHIELD. Przywrócił też do “życia” Coulsona w pamięci cyfrowej. Powiadamia on Macka, że również Sybil ocalała i ich celem jest jej odnalezienie zanim stworzy nowych łowców. Nie wiedzą, że w tym czasie ich baza zostaje zaatakowana przez roboty. Bohaterom udaje się je pokonać. Dołącza do nich pozostała grupa, która w końcu naprawiła Zefira i zdołała ich odnaleźć. Nie wiedzą, że Sybil rozpoczęła współpracę z Nathanielem Malickem, któremu przekazała informację o podróżach w czasie.

Gdy bohaterowie docierają do lat 90 okazuje się, że Nathaniel zaatakował matkę Daisy oraz innych Inhumans. Z uwagi na udany eksperyment z Quake, chce wyposażyć swoich ludzi w moce. Do Nathaniela postanawia dołączyć Kora, siostra Daisy. Jej moc zawsze budziły obawy wśród innych. W oryginalnej linii czasowej postanowiła popełnić samobójstwo nim Daisy się urodziła, teraz zamierza pomóc Nate w stworzeniu nowej linii czasu. Informacje od Sybil są na tyle precyzyjne, że z łatwością przewiduje ruchy bohaterów i porywa Simmons. Wszystkie symulacje czasu pokazują, że jego wygraną może przerwać jedynie Fitz. Chce on zmusić Simmons, aby wyjawiła mu jego lokalizację.

Gemma stawia opór i Nate nie może uzyskać potrzebnych mu informacji. Bohaterowie wyruszają w kosmos, aby pomóc swojej przyjaciółce. Do Nate dołącza Sybil ze swoją flotą. Niszczy ona wszystkie placówki SHIELD. Mimo, że Sybil zauważa wtargniecie na statke przyjaciół Gemmy nie chce ich powstrzymywać. Okazuje się, że jej uwolnienie spowoduje, że szanse na odkrycie lokalizacji Fritza wzrosną. Nate zaczyna mieć dość przepowiedni Sybil i wysyła Korę, aby powstrzymała ucieczkę. Na początku Kora walczy z Daisy, jednak ta w końcu uświadamia ją, że stoi po złej stronie konfliktu i Nate ją wykorzystuje. Kora postanawia pomóc im w ucieczce i powstrzymać Nate i chronicomy.

Bohaterowie udają się do placówki skąd pochodzi tajemniczy sygnał. Okazuje się, że zebrali się w niej ocaleli agenci, którzy przynieśli komponenty do dziwnej maszyny. Gemma zaczyna ją składać. Okazuje się, że stworzyła ją razem z Fitzem. Przez ten cały czas przebywał on w wymiarze kwantowym. Był pomostem, dzięki czemu bohaterowie mogli podróżować w czasie. Teraz po uruchomieniu maszyny z powrotem dołączył do swojej rodziny. Jednak jego plan na pokonaniu chromicronów zakładał, że główny element jakim jest Kora dołączy do SHIELD, tylko jej moc może spowodować naprawienie linii czasowej oraz pozbycie się chronicronów.

Bohaterowie wpadają na pomysł przeniesienie statków do wymiaru kwantowego i tam pokonanie wrogów. Po zrealizowaniu tej części planu udają się na statek chromicronów, aby odnaleźć i uwolnić Korę. Moce Kory powodują, że wszelkie informacje o Ziemii zostają wykasowane z pamięci kosmitów. Nate próbuje walczyć z Daisy, ale ponosi klęskę. Statki chromicromów zostają zniszczone, a przyszłość planety zostaje uratowana.

Mija rok. Bohaterowie spotykają się, aby sprawdzić co u nich słychać. Fitz i Gemma przeszli na emeryturę i cały swój czas poświęcają swojej córce Alyi.May została profesorem w Akademii SHIELD imienia Coulsona. Mack nadal dowodzi SHIELD, wraz z Yoyo, która stała się jedną z najlepszych agentów. Daisy, Kora i Sousa badają kosmos, a Coulson postanowił na jakiś czas odpocząć od SHIELD i podróżuje po świecie.

[jxpper]

Get to know the blogger meme

Rules: Answer these questions and tag blogs you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: billielourrd said anybody so look here goes my sleep deprivation

Nicknames: abs, abbers, Abi,

Gender: Female 

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′5

Time: 2:27 pm

Birthday: December 18th

Favorite Bands: Imagine Dragons, X Ambassadors, Marina and the Diamonds, Glee (weak dude, I know), Coldplay, Maroon 5, Zella Day, Echos, Lady Antebellum, The Script, Nickleback (fight me), Galantis, Fitz and the Tantrums, Saint Motel, Dixie Chicks, The Bunny the Bear, Hoobastank, Wallpaper., Arctic Monkeys, Sleeping at Last, Die Antwoord, so many more

Favorite solo artist: Jaymes Young, Rob Thomas, Charlie Key, James Arthur, Rihanna, Kari Kimmel, MGK, Eminem, P!nk, Halsey, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Iggy Azalea, Danielle Bregoli (Munch me, bitch. I love her), Murray Gold, James TW, Rachael McFarlane, James Blunt, Gavin James, Nick Cave, Macklemore, The Weeknd.

Song stuck in my head: Honey I’m Good - Andy Grammar

Last Movie I Watched: Anthony Jeselnik Thoughts and Prayers, OR Jimmy Carr Funny Business

Last Show I Watched: Cleveland Show

When Did I Create this Blog: a few months ago, I can’t remember

What I post: Stranger Things, Jopper, Winona Ryder, and David Harbour

Last Thing I googled: Winona Ryder Gif

Do I Get Asks?: Nah,

Why Did I Choose my URL?: So when I got obsessed with Jopper I always texted my best friend and said “GET TO THE CHOPPAH, THE JOPPAH CHOPPAH!” in that Arnold Schwarzenegger voice so I was born in that moment

Following Blogs: hundreds probably. Too lazy to look

Followers: 1,023

Favorite Colors: Black, White, and Pink

Average Hours of Sleep: 4-16 (depending on if I’ve had a siezure in my sleep)

Lucky Number: Four

Instruments: Piano. Used to play flute and guitar

What I am Wearing: a shirt that says “Bob is the new Barb”, a Stranger Things hoodie, and PINK sweatpants

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: two billion

Dream Job: writer

Dream Trip: going to see my grandparents in Jekyll Island (going in 3 weeks)

Favorite food: Kit Kats

Nationality: im from New York but im heavily Polish, British, and Czech

Favorite Song Right Now: Beast - Mia Martina

Languages I speak: English & Polish

Tagging: if you wanna do it then go ahead!

[kitweewoos]

Abi's Very Good Day

Summary:

After leaving Alistair, Abigail has a tradition with her new partners that always ends with a very good day for her.

Ship: Leo Fitz's Mother/Agnes Kitsworth/Holden Radcliffe

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5,765

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Porn with Feelings

Threesome - F/F/M

Double Vaginal Penetration

This is a anti-Alistair Fitz household

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Multiple Orgasms

[read it now on ao3]

[shada-was-in-the-area-and]

(For the OC questions) How about 23 and 27?

Heyyo!!! 

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

ITS TIME TO BUCKLE IN!!!

A lot of my characters have changed from their first incarnations/ideas! Mostly, they’re found in a lot of my older stuff, like TH, TMWSTW my RP Characters among others! I’ll introduce a couple from off the top of my head!

TH has gone through the biggest Idea to Reality change, mostly because it’s been with me for so long! For example: Lee didn’t exist in the original TH, and Ava/Irene were very different characters from what they are now (Irene was very cruel, and Ava was the Sporty Type tomboy). Leader didn’t exist either in the original TH, until the First Reboot, where Leader was “Scythe” (an RP character that i still love but at the time i was obsessed with. I wanted to put him in everything).

The TH villains have gone through a lot of reboots too. Lisa and Terrance have been through the most, and only just now i’ve reached a point where i feel comfortable with their characters. I struggled a lot with them, and originally they were conceptualized as sort of a “Joker/Harley Quinn” combination. Phillip was a hardened army vet with nerves of steal, who had no regrets for what he had done in his past. Even as recent as a few months back i’ve changed some important stuff (for example: up until about six months ago Locke was a Child Murderer).

There’s some stuff that’s changed from original conception that I also can’t talk about, but i think you’ll like em.

I’m already rambling a lil bit but here are a couple others that have changed from immediate conception to present day.

Eulogy and Boss from TMITYTC used to be very flat characters with no backstory.In other original TMITYTC, I didn’t even get to Eulogy. I had him name-drop, be threatening, and that was it really. Boss was a plot device used to carry the story along. Over time I developed them and their joint backstory is one of my favs. 

Cian Moloney used to be Carl Marxman, an absolutely irredeemably evil Scumbag in TMWSTW with zero redeeming qualities and zero character. I hated him for such a long time and regretted creating him. He was a necessary character to the plot, but I hated him so much I redesigned him from the ground up. He’s a lot better now.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Oh yes! Here are the Big Ones.

All of the characters in Millstone were inspired by songs and song genres! The title itself was based on a song.

Abi original design came from a song called “Millstone” by Eisley, that I had heard from a Lapis Lazuli playlist on 8tracks. The rest of that playlist also inspired Abi, and I cite the songs Pretty Bird by Jenny Lewis and Hold On, Hold On by Neko Case as big inspirations for her.

Fi was based on the Pretenders, mostly. That cool, untouchable vibe that borderlines punk and mainstream. Other bands like Garbage are also a big inspiration for her. The songs i’d cite for her creation are “Night in my Veins” and “Push It”. Also, her namesake is Fiona Apple, and “Criminal” makes me think of her a lot, even if it doesn’t fit a lot. It’s got the dark feel.

Dami was based on pop-punk acts like P!ATD and FOB. Anything from that middle school 2005 era.

Juli was based on bubblegum pop, like Britney Spears, Charlie XCX, Carly Rae Jepsen-esque stuff. 

Kali was based on funk and soul music. A song i’d cite directly for his creation is a song called “Money-Grabber” by Fitz & The Tantrums. It was used on a episode of Criminal Minds while a horrible murder is happening and i was like “you know what this is a really good idea”.

i need to recraft/work on Millstone. I like it and these characters and these songs.

[tumbleon]

open mic at the darkroom #1

There used to seem like such a wide breach at the darkroom between watching a band and taking the stage.

There was only exception was when Brian hosted karaoke parties every now and then.

Brian Feary as his karaoke, quiz-night hosting alter ego Dr. Love in 2015. 

“I threw up before the first time I played,” Brian volunteered. 

I gasped. “Really?”

Last year when our band vowed to play in public by the end of the year, we needed somewhere to build up our confidence. The darkroom stage was one small step – a small box, really. It was nothing. Yet it felt like crossing a huge divide. The prerequisite for getting on the stage was a half-hour set of original material, and knowing a band well enough to be invited to open for them. If neither of those applied, you were in the audience.

Still from RDU footage of the Dunedin band The Violet Ohs at the darkroom in Christchurch, New Zealand, 2015. 

We weren’t at that level yet, so we looked instead in the back pages of the Christchurch Mail for Open Mic listings.

The Christchurch Mail, January 2017. Orange circles aren’t open mics, but Anita and her band Devilish Mary and the Holy Rollers are really cool. The Ruby Suns are good, too. 

Only certain bars had open mics. The Fitz, a sports bar on the fringe of the four avenues, had one where men in their 40s in leather jackets played Pink Floyd immaculately while another dozen people milled near the pool tables on the other side of the bar. When we took the stage, the few groups of people stopped what they were doing and watched curiously. After our 12-minute set, we toasted our complimentary pints of lager, high on the fumes of playing. Martin crowed about how the men in leather jackets were probably record executives who would tempt the band to break up, like villains. But it was all right. Nothing could break up the band. We would emerge unscathed, triumphant.  

Geof smiled. “Martin has the right attitude about all of this.”

There is a similar feel at The Rockpool on Sunday nights, also known as Mickey Finn’s. Three-song, 15 minute sets. 

The Rockpool in Christchurch, New Zealand, date unknown.

Some Open Mic nights required booking in advance, like Tuesdays at the Carlton. There was a nice spontaneity in the chalkboard at Jane’s Bar on Wednesdays. Come along, get up on stage. There the audience was warm and wonderful as you played, but individuals could be dicks. Before we played, two men in high-vis cornered our table and asked us to spread our legs.  

Stuff like that never happened at the darkroom. 

Too much loveliness in the darkroom, a twinkling bar in the middle of the post-apocalyptic industrial wasteland that is the eastern region of the four avenues in Christchurch, New Zealand. Photo from neatplaces,co.nz, c. 2011-2012

We never felt cornered into leering conversations we wished would go away. Perhaps that’s because attending a gig there requires an intention. Sometimes there was barely anyone there, sitting in the shadows, and it felt like you owned the place.

While this often is what makes the darkroom special, when our band had a booking in August and was no longer going to be in town to fill it, it felt like maybe we should worry. 

“What if we did an open mic night?” Ray asked. “Do you think Marcus would mind?”

Marcus loved the idea. He had been experimenting with comedy as a different way of bringing people to the darkroom earlier in the night. That was another nice thing about open mics. Sign-ups were early in the evening; they tended to wind down by 10. It destroyed the cycle where people don’t show up early because they don’t want to wait around for the band to start playing, and that bands don’t start to play until people arrive.

“I’ve never done an open mic night before,” Marcus admitted. 

“Usually performers get a free drink after playing,” I said. “Is it all right if I advertise that?”

“That’s fair,” Marcus agreed. “Though maybe next time I should make it buy one, get one free. At least that way I’ll make some money.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that,” I assured him. “I’ve been to a few open mic nights. The free drink comes after they play, and everyone drinks beforehand.”

Mary threw together a poster. 

A graphic designer would cry. But it got the message across.

Marcus changed the listing on the darkroom’s website to an open mic on Monday. We created a facebook page. The gig had about five days’ notice. 

“I hope people come,” Mary said. 

Our bassist Ray was with her sister in Sydney. “It would mean a lot to me if you were there with us,” I assured her girlfriend Amy. Once when we were half an hour late to Jane’s Bar, the owner had already cajoled Amy into being the first performer of the night. Amy hadn’t prepared a thing, but picked up the owner’s guitar anyway, and charmed the crowd effortlessly. 

That night, I got back from Peter’s inquest right before we were due at the darkroom. Mary and I arrived a few minutes before the night started at seven. Amy was already there with 10 of her classmates, drinking. 

“They have been here for 20 minutes,” Marcus said. 

More people arrived in groups of two and three. We parked ourselves by the door and explained how it worked to those who came in with instruments. The chalkboard was eight names deep half an hour in half past seven. I shrugged to Mary. “We might as well get this thing started.” 

All we needed was for Marcus to turn on the sound. I squeezed my way to the bar. 

“I’m kinda busy!” Marcus laughed as Abi manoeuvered around him with a pizza. “Give me five minutes?”

The Darkroom in Christchurch, New Zealand.

“No rush,” I smiled. “Whenever you are ready to get started, so are we.”

Mary and I called ourselves the ice breakers, thanked everyone for coming, and flashed off a quick three songs. The verses of Flowers stumbled a bit. Our timing did not match. “Our job is to set the bar low for you guys.” We gestured at our ankles. “Down there. Really comfortable.” 

“I’m glad that’s over,” I said after we finished. 

“That might have been your guys’ best set yet,” Geof said. “You were charming. Your voices didn’t quaver. Peter was powerful. You were there.”

Another two or three people arrived every five minutes. 

By eight thirty, it seemed like every space in the darkroom had a guitar or someone sitting somewhere. “Mary,” I called to her through the sea of people. “Imagine if all of the guitars in this room were in a photo!” 

It had grown so much bigger than Amy’s friends. 

Maybe people have been waiting for something like this, I thought as I looked around the room. An intermediary step to getting on stage. One where you didn’t have to know the right bands to get onto the bill. Even if you could only nail one cover, you could get onstage and practice. 

It’s a pretty sweet deal. Fifteen minutes of commitment, and you and your friends all get a free pint and some happy fumes.

Still, NASDA occupied the heart of the room. Someone from the performing arts school cycled on stage about one every three sets to reset the bar with something across three octaves or featuring three-part harmonies. Amy tried out a new stand-up routine about her summer stripping and killed it. Two NASDA kids borrowed my guitar.

“Ooh, it’s out of tune,” one said, stopping a few notes into her third song.

“It’s the G,” I called out to the stage. 

“The G.” The sea of NASDA kids in front of her crooned the note. She fixed the string.

The NASDA kids tended to go by their first names. An Irish guy performed alone as Admiral Drowsy. One girl who came along with her guitar had been playing in bands around Christchurch since she was 12. Celia was born in Korea and grew up in Christchurch from the age of four. She lived in Auckland now, though. “I like it up there,” she said. She played under the name Tank Top. Her last gig was at the Audio Foundation.

I lit up. “I love that place! So underground.”

“It is underground.” She laughed. “Literally.”

Some of the people who played were longtime friends. Two girls hopped on stage with guitars and voices like liquid honey. Their harmonies blended beautifully.

“That was great!” I crowed to them as they packed. “Do you write your own stuff?” 

“We haven’t had much time yet,” one of the girls said. “My friend just moved back from Queenstown!”

Others had only played together for a matter of weeks. One boy brought his rock band that played all of their own songs. The dynamics were wide and sweeping. 

“They are great,” Geof conceded. 

I thanked him for playing afterwards. He said the band had been together seven weeks. 

“You wrote those songs seven weeks ago?” I asked. 

“Yeah.” He beamed.

Some acts got on stage together after meeting minutes before.

“I have a cajon drum,” one guy said at nine. “If anyone needs a drummer.”

“Celia is up next,” I mused. She was to my left. “Hey Celia, would you like a drummer?”

“That could work,” she said. I stepped back. “Maybe my last two songs,” she told him. “They are the most... melodic.”

He watched her carefully during the first song and joined in. “Texture,” he said after he played. “That’s all that was needed.”

“How long have you been playing together?” I crooned to the stage after their first song ended. 

“Three minutes?” the drummer replied. 

She was only in town for the weekend for her mother's birthday, so it dissolved again in an instant. 

At half past ten, all but half a dozen people vanished, like magic. A few minutes later, our flatmate Brian strode in. 

“You missed it,” I told him. He had agreed to help us host. “Didn’t matter. We didn’t need your street cred.” 

Abi laughed. 

“Thank you for putting this on,” Celia said. She had found out about it the day before. 

A few people said that. 

"So many people were asking if we are going to do this again," Mary told Marcus. 

"Already there," Marcus replied. He suggested a monthly thing. 

“First Thursday is kinda taken. Third Thursday?” I asked.

“Whenever,” Marcus said.

"Can we... keep hosting it?" I asked tentatively. 

"Of course!" he cried.

“Do you have any music online?” the drummer asked Celia. 

She had one song on Bandcamp, she said. “But it’s not very good,” she quickly added. “I might take it down.”

“Don’t do that!” we cried. “Not before we hear it!” Mary got her number. 

“How are we going to find him again?” I wondered of the drummer as he left.

“He’s Lyttelton. A local,” Mary said. “He’ll find us.”

[lascalia]

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Brooke Jaffe Joins Fitz as Fashion Director

Brooke Jaffe has joined home service concept Fitz as senior vice president, fashion director. Fitz is a start-up cofounded by Alexandra Wilkis Wilson aimed at helping women organize their closets. In addition to editing what’s functional, as well as what to resell or donate, the Fitz stylists also make recommendations on …please visit article’s author page to read more.

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[vietaseriale]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

sezon 4

Opis: Agenci muszą poradzić sobie z konsekwencjami wydarzeń, które miały miejsce w finale poprzedniego sezonu. Daisy, znana już bardziej opinii publicznej jako Quake, tropi organizację Watch Dogs, jest także ścigana przez T.A.R.C.Z.Ę. listem gończym. Coulson nie jest dyrektorem organizacji, o czym dowiedzieliśmy się już w poprzedniej serii, i razem z Mackiem tropi Inhumans, w tym Daisy. May zajmuje się szkoleniem nowych kadetów, a Fitz i Simmons są naukowymi doradcami nowego dyrektora, zajmując w ten sposób wysoko uprzywilejowaną pozycję w hierarchii.

Nową postacią jest Robbie Reyes, który zawarł pakt z diabłem i zabija ludzi na to zasługujących jako Ghost Rider. Drogi Daisy oraz Reyesa krzyżują się przy ściganiu pewnych sprawców, którzy wykradają tajemniczą skrzynię. W skrzyni były fantomowe postacie - naukowcy którym udało się zdobyć księgę Darkhold, dzięki której zbudowali maszynę mogącą tworzyć materię z niczego. Awaria maszyny i jej wybuch spowodował, że naukowcy przeszli w stan kwantowy.Ten ich lider Lucy szuka księgi, aby z powrotem stać się człowiekiem, po drodze zostawia za sobą stos ciał. Tylko Ghost Rider jest ich w stanie powstrzymać. Coulsonowi udaje się przekonać Reyesa do współpracy, tym bardziej że jego wujek pracował i projekcie i został porwany przez Lucy.

Gdy docierają na miejsce, proces już trwał. Nie jest tak jak się spodziewali. To wujek Reyesa stał za wszystkim i dzięki księdze zdobył w końcu upragnioną moc boga. Tworzy on maszynę mogącą zniszczyć świat. Dzięki bohaterom udaje się go powstrzymać i trafia do innego wymiaru, niestety wraz z Ghost Riderem.

To jednak nie koniec kłopotów drużyny. Dr Radcliff, który pomógł im zapobiec katastrofie przy pomocy Darkholda, teraz sam chce ją zdobyć. Porywa May i zastępuje ją androidem. Działa razem z Warch Dogs i w końcu udaje mu się zdobyć księgę. Radcliff tworzy Strukturę - wirtualny świat na tyle prawdziwy, aby osoby do niej podłączane wierzyły w jego realność, a agentów SHIELD zastępuje androidami. Tylko Daisy i Jemma mogą uratować resztę, która została porwana i podłączona do Struktury. Tymczasem Aida się buntuje i zabija Radcliffa, a jego osobowość przenosi do Struktury.

Daisy i Jemma, aby uwolnić przyjaciół przenoszą się do Struktury. Jednak w tym świecie inni nie pamiętają “poprzedniego” życia. Na domiar złego większość z nich pracuje dla Hydry, która zajmuje się polowaniem na nieludzi, a na jej czele stoi Aida jako Madame Hydra, a jej prawą ręką jest Fitz. Tylko dzięki Radcliffowi, który zrozumiał swój błąd bohaterom udaje się wrócić do rzeczywistości. Tymczasem Aidia udaje się przenieść swoją świadomość do ciała utworzonego z pomocą księgi, zdobywa także moce. Bycie człowiekiem sprawia, że zaczyna żałować za swoje czyny, jednak odrzucenie jej miłości przez Fitza powoduje, że chce wszystkich zabić i sprawić, aby jej ukochany cierpiał.

Roboty Aidy strzelają do generała Talbota. SHIELD zostaje oskarżone o zamach. W końcu z pomocą Ghost Ridera, który powrócił udaje się pokonać Aidę. Zabiera on ze sobą Darkohold i wraca do innego wymiaru.

Bohaterowie czekają na rządowe wojska, które chcą ich aresztować za zajścia. Jednak przy ich pojmani tajemniczy agenci używają pewnego urządzenia, które powoduje u nich utratę świadomość. Coulson budzi się w kosmosie na statku.

[whydoyouthinkileft]

"Your shirt..." - Abi

@fortitudina

Jemma felt oddly protective of Aida, still. She was a machine, of course, it made no sense to want to keep it safe, but she didn’t know if Radcliffe had finished taking away her ability to feel pain, and being in the field with her, knowing she would be able to do nothing but wait if she got shot again, was making her more tense than ever. 

“Look, why don’t you go call Fitz, I’ll-” Jemma started saying, and then she heard a shot, blood hitting Aida’s face. Wha-”Aida?” she whispered, and started falling forward, pain exploding in her chest.

[kitweewoos]

Are you still writing for AOS?

Yes, and no. I have two back burner ideas I want to work on slowly, which you can find on my WIP List, just because I love Trevordeke and Abi Fitz, but nothing actively. I got kind of burned out from the fandom, and it's hard to want to continue to write when there's no one reading it, you know? Plus, Chicago Med has in fact taken over my brain and left no survivors lol

[kitweewoos]

It's 11:44 pm and I'm thinking about how someone once convinced me using OC's was a crutch in fanfiction and now I'm trapped in a place where I can't use OC's in my writing anymore even when I can see that adding the OC would benefit me in moving my story along.

Oh, nonny! OCs are great! I get so invested in OCs! Like, only using canon characters sometimes doesn't feel right. There's spaces that need filling, and no one fits there! Like, okay, so I just posted MattLeo which is a ship of Leo Fitz and @holdendadcliffe's OC Matthew Scott (who I adore and pester Alex about all the time because he delights me). Matt obviously isn't a canon character, and therefore isn't constrained by canon. He can be whoever we want him to be, and that gives you so much room to play! I'm writing a story about Abi Fitz, my OC of who Fitz's mom is, and I think that's an important story to tell and canon didn't give us anything about her, so I'm filling in the blanks myself. You should absolutely feel free to create and weave OCs into your fics! You are the creator of this world you're going to present to others, and if an OC benefits the story, and the story benefits from the OC, HELL YEAH insert that motherfucker in there, and say fuck off to anyone who says you shouldn't. This is fanfiction. There's no rules. Do as you please. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. 💙

(Also, I am always down to hear about OCs. Tell me all about them. I love them already!)