#specialagentbward

[neverskydivingagain]

Grant Ward is worried about you.

He didn’t seem too worried when he dropped Fitz and I out the side of a plane.

[gearheadxinheels-archive]

READ !

If I get 6 'READ' s The Mun Shall Record Themselves Reading a Passage of Literature;;

01/06

[doctoronserenity]

// Where is Ward's scar again? The one Jemma said he's have? Is it on his cheek? Would the scruff and beard thing going make it less obvious he has it? Is angsty hot hot beard conveniently hiding the scar that Garrett gave him? I don't beard so I don't know if that would happen.

[arrowsandradiation]

Clint felt weird. There was a certain tug, a pull inside of him that made him feel like he was being ripped apart, but so very slowly. It happened fast after that realization. A sharp pain shot through the body of the archer, sparks shooting through him more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced.

His vision was blurry as he stumbled back against the wall, trying to find something to lean against, before he lost his consciousness over the pain inside of him. _

Carefully, he blinked his eyes open, only a few minutes had passed, but instead of Clint, there was a creature on the floor. He blinked, looking down as he noticed all kinds of scents, like dust and fabric softener, things he'd never smelled before and therefore couldn't pinpoint. Slowly, he tried to get up, in speechless wonder about what happened, because he had to handle four legs now, trying to stand on them. Paws. Fur. Clint's ears twitched and he flinched as a growl escaped him, way louder than his voice could ever be.

[inked-inmate]

✖ Hubby even though we've basically established all of this. Actually Ward too just because I can holla 2x combo

Send me a '✖' and a ship name and I'll tell you

Freddie

Who was the one to propose: Freddie, almost gave Michael a heart attack.Who stressed more over wedding planning: Michael.Who decorated the house: It was a joint effort, Freddie did more of the dirty work.Who does the cooking: Freddie, sometimes Michael.Who does the cleaning: Michael.Who is more organized: Michael, Freddie wings it with everything.Who suggested kids first: They both hinted quite a lot.

Ward

Who was the one to propose: Yet to happen.Who stressed more over wedding planning: See above.Who decorated the house: It's Michael's apartment, so Michael.Who does the cooking: it's mostly takeout or protein shakes -- but when someone cooks it's not Michael.Who does the cleaning: Michael.Who is more organized: They're both pretty organized, but Michael obsessively.Who suggested kids first: Yet to happen

[procxidens-blog]

When you get this, you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly, then send it to your top 10 favorite followers!

wow okay let's give this a shot:

i have pretty great hair

when it comes to things that are important to me, i am very good at getting them done. it might take me a while -- and usually a period of self-doubt -- but by and large anything i set my mind out to do, will be completed and not half-heartedly.

my singing isn't half bad

i am a super fast reader when i can sit down and focus

i am basically a walking talking pacific rim encyclopedia

[captainspangly]

specialagentb-ward I'm glad you approve of my shipping. Man I bet if I watched the show at all I'd make you a Fitz so fast. I spent two hours one day in the fitzward tag.

[cxptisanarchive]

ツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツツ

meme

[what am i to do with you josh

[shouldbepropernow]

Kiss?

Send me “Kiss?” And my muse will give your muse a kiss they think best describes their relationship and/or feeling towards your muse

Jemma hesitated before tiptoeing, giving him a light peck on the lips then the cheek before pulling away and tapping his nose lightly, letting out a soft laugh. “Boop.”

[agentwxrd]

When you get this, you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly, then send it to your top 10 favorite followers!

i literally cannot do this i'm sorry sldmfj

[titaniumallxy-blog]

“I lost my shoe.”

❝ You're an idiot. ❞

[inked-inmate]

▽

Send me a ▽ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

38

      “I don’t know how we’ll make it through this.”

[xagentcarter]

"So I’m here till I die?"

meme.

"Unless you figure a way out for yourself ---then yes. Though the question I'd be askingwere I in your position is, 'how on Earth did I get here?' ---

             --- but perhaps our priorities are different."

[screamoftime-blog]

★

Send me a ★ and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away against the wall.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no. Why not

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

[x] Let's see who lasts more. 

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes. (irebloggedthisfromyousoxD)

[] No.

[hellblxzer-archive-blog]

        It was busy; people moved in and out of different rooms in haste         without so much as a glance in his direction. His brows stitched         together in confusion. John Constantine utterly lost to why the         office had come to life so quickly without him being notified or         sent a message on his phone. Fury must've had the office on a         drill —- then he saw Coulson. Oh, that made sense. He had been         hearing rumors about a special team being setup and assigned to         the other Agent. Someone was supposed to be helping him with         all that. He stepped up beside a man he never saw before, another         Agent while he watched the excitement.

                      "Kind o'glad I'm stuck behind m'desk, yeah?"

[xwardfire-archive-blog]

Graveyard

{ List of drabble prompts }

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

          Her heart beats faster as she walks throught the graves, her hands shaking, a hands clenching. This is the first time she visits his grave. Almost month after the furnearl. She doesn’r remember much from that day. Not even a word from the church, no ones words from the furneral. Anastasia herself couldn’t say a word. It was wordless to describe him. Simple ‘I loved him’ was enough for her. People thought that if she’s his sister, she’ll say more. But those three words broke her. They were the most real thing she could tell them. Her brothers gave away speeches and it almost made her feel stupid. Because she just couldn’t. That was not easy at all. Instead, she turned around and skipped the party.             Brunette spend over two weeks, buried under the sheets of her bed, not leaving it more than few times a day and just waiting for the bad mood to pass. At times like that, she used to call her brother, ask if he could come to her and they would just talk. Or maybe watch a movie. Whatever, he just was there. But not now. He was gone. Dead. She saw that. Life running out from his eyes, before he closed them. Heard him stop breathing, as everything she could hear, was silence. It all shouldn’t be that way.           The girl kneeled down in front of the grave, looking at the gravestone with an sad gaze. She saw the fresh flowers that people left at the black stone. Mostly red or white, but she saw colorful buckets and it almost made her smile. The gold letters shone from the drops of rain, probably from the morning one. Grant Douglas Ward, beloved son and brother. And the quote: Sometimes death gives a chance to be even nearer. Her eyes got teary, like always, when she thought about him. She got rid of feeling that he died, because of her. That’s for sure not something he would want her to feel. Grant never wanted her to blame for anything. Or feel bad and think she could do something. The other thing, she mostly felt like that, when they were little. Years passed and he was still the older brother, to always protect her and hover over her. Like a guardian angel. How bad, she couldn’t be his guardian angel in a moment he died.           Anastasia put the single red rose on the black stone and took a deep breath. She was ready. Right now, after slowly getting used to that empty feeling in her heart that was not ever again going to be fullfilled again. Because, there was not a person like him. None of her brothers have spend so much time with her, cared so much for her. The girl whiped out the tears from her checks and closed her eyes.          ❝ It’s not the same without you. We’re all not the same people, you know?              I think that everyone felt it, losing you, I mean. I saw it in their eyes, they              really cared for you, Grant. Seems like you were in a good hands while              in the air. We haven’t really spend a lot of time after… I just want you to              know that no matter what, I love you, alive or not. And no matter at which              side you stood, while it happend. I don’t care. You were alive. That was,              that really mattered to me. You were the most wonderful brother that a              younger sister could have. But not only a brother. A great listener, so I               could tell you everything and you would at least try to understand. That’s              for what I was always grateful. And I will always be. You were everything. ❞           It took her another few deep breaths to keep herself from falling apart. Who would hold her if she did? She was here alone, just like she had to. Of course, her friends wanted to come with her, but if there was one thing to do, it was it. Tugging at the sleeves of the sweter, she wrapped them around her hands. There was so much to say… She just really wanted to see his face again. That expression showing at his face, when she made him proud or when he was really amused by the way she was angry at him. The girl chuckled at her own memories.          ❝ You just have to know that I’ll never let go of you. I want to remember, even              if hurts more than getting over it. You made me a better person, you've              showed me how I really want to live. I owe you. For taking care of me,              never doubting in me, trusting me, loving me... So many things.              Thank you. I hope you're in a better place now. We'll see each other soon. ❞