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What's wrong with being Confident ~ definitely sounds like a May song to me.

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Just finished my tribute to Agent Coulson, in which I only used his scenes from the big screen. Loved the rewatch for that purpose.

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Monica Rambeau avoiding the topic of Carol Danvers

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Can't wait to finally see it!

bonus:

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Wasn't feeling like editing for almost two years, but then I started watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and it totally sucked me into the Marvel Universe and I totally fell for it...

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We don't hear anything from the AoS insta for weeks and suddenly they post this???

ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE US ALL HEART PALPITATIONS

LOOK AT THIS BABY

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS

I'LL VOTE FOR YOU PRECIOUS BABY PHIL I PROMISE

I'M GONNA THROW UP PLEASE LET THIS MEAN WE GET COULSON BACK SOON.

And by soon I mean NOW.

IDC HOW

OR WHY

JUST GIVE HIM BACK.

Also May. Put May in. Make it work.

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Haha Love this!

Every now and then, you get a screencap thats pure gold.

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You’ve still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong.

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Time for another Rewatch.

Gosh I love this show 💚💚💚

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Does she ever age?!

Ming Na Wen at the Mulan premiere - 1998/2020

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He is a mechanic who left NYC with his daughter after his wife died.

She is a karate teacher trying to get away from the city for a while.

They end up at the same red light in the same small town when her car breaks down.

Coming to an Ao3 near you:

A Piece of Trash Fanfic That Honestly Should Never See The Light of Day

January 2021

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Daisy: AND THEN I WALKED INTO HIS OFFICE AND THEY WERE KISSING!

Jemma: 😲

Fitz: 😦

Mack: 🤨

Elena: 😐

May: We weren't kissing, Daisy.

Coulson: Yeah. We weren't kissing.

Daisy: Then....what-

May: We were making out.

Coulson: If you're gonna tell the story at least tell it right.

Jemma, Fitz, Mack, Elena: 🛑🚨

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Heart breaking 💔😭

angsty philinda headcanons

after the mission in Russia, May showed up at his door and they tried to take that step, but in the next mission Coulson gets injured trying to protect May and she calls back Andrew because she couldn’t handle Coulson actually dying on her

when Coulson found out May and Andrew eloped he got himself so wasted and didn’t speak to her for a week while trying to get over her (it didn’t work)

after bahrain, May went missing for 3 days and Coulson found her on a floor of a safe house, barely responsive, and that was the day he swore that he’d do anything to protect her from feeling anymore hurt

when she transferred to administration, Coulson ALWAYS sent her a cupcake on Mondays. every monday without fail a chocolate cupcake would find its way to May’s desk because he wanted to tell her that he’d always be there for her

when he died in the battle of new york, May went to his apartment, trashed the place, and cried herself to sleep on his bed wearing his shirt

Natasha and Clint had to stay with her for days after his death to make sure she didn’t do something stupid to herself

May got his flag during his funeral

when Coulson told her he was alive she sobbed in his arms for hours while he apologized over and over again for dying on her

they saw Skye as a daughter and one of the reasons he loved Skye was because she reminded him so much of the daughter he and May could have had

when May died after the Lucy Bauer incident, Coulson had nightmares of May dying permanently and he’d go to her bunk in the middle of the night to check if she was still there. (and once or twice May caught him and they cuddled the whole night while she assured him that she wasnt going anywhere)

after he died in season 5, May would sometimes call his old phone and listen to his voicemail and leave a message just so she could let herself hope that he’d call her back

Coulson left May video holograms (like Mack’s) for after he died which basically tell her how much he loved her. May watches them every morning.

after he died, every shirt she wore was his. Under her leather jacket or under her sweaters, she’d always be wearing one of his shirts.

ever since they started working together again, May always made a cup of tea and a cup of coffee every morning so they could start the day together with a drink. After he died, she continued making each cup so she could sit in front of it, close her eyes, and imagine that he was still with her

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Fairies, Skip Hence

This is my pic for the 2019 X-Files Secret Santa fic exchange. It was written for @msrafterdark, who’s prompt was “Soft early MSR, maybe a small gathering at the Scullys in which Mulder is invited. I’m a sucker for where Mulder and Scully are trying to find equlibrium in their new relationship.” 

Observing her from the passenger seat, she looked nervous, tense, eyes focused on the road like high beams. Her sharp little bob was perfectly coiffed, and she was wearing the bra and panty set (he’d been there when she put them on) that made her walk more upright. He thought of them as her Confidence Boosters, though it wouldn’t do to tell her that–she’d roll her eyes at the double meaning and never wear them again.

Hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, knuckles almost white.

He’d loved her for years, and knew she felt the same. They’d been Pyramus and Thisbe, speaking words of love through walls of their own making. It was only recently that those walls had come down, and he knew she felt unsteady, was still finding her footing. He didn’t know how the next few days would go, but he did know one thing: she still wasn’t sure about this.  

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She still wasn’t sure about this. Mulder was coming to Christmas at her mother’s house.

She wouldn’t even be dealing with it if they’d been slightly more discreet and a lot more awake–he’d accidentally answered her phone at 8am on Thanksgiving when Maggie had called to asked Dana to bring an ingredient she’d forgotten. When Mulder had handed her the phone (they really needed to figure out what side of the bed they were each going to take, and leave phones ONLY on their own side), he’d looked both chagrined and pleased, and her irritation had given way to mortification when she’d heard the tone of her mother’s voice.

“Good morning, Dana. Was that… Fox?” she’d asked, her voice full of hope and barely concealed delight.

For all his foibles and for as much as her older brother hated him, her mother had

always had a soft spot for Mulder. “Fox and I have been through a lot together, Dana,” she would always say.

One grandchild was all Margaret Scully had, and the prospect of more–however they might come into the world–would sustain her. A man–any man, really, but this one in particular (Scully had reluctantly told her mother about the IVF failure earlier in the summer)–answering her daughter’s phone at dawn on a holiday was surely cause for celebration and hope.

Scully had steadfastly refused to bring him along that day, their relationship being so new, so she really ought not to have been surprised when Mulder told her a week or two later that Maggie Scully had called him herself to invite him to join the family at Christmas.

She’d pinched the bridge of her nose when he’d asked her what she thought he should bring.

And that was how they’d found themselves bright and early on Christmas Eve, driving north through quickly accumulating snow with a backseat full of gifts, a half case of wine and increasingly jangly nerves.

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Getting in the holiday spirit (with and without light leak because sometimes I get carried away with my fun)

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