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dhabitahpunk-art · 8 months
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A very long due portrait painting of my fav character on Marvel's Agents of SHIELD (which is like the best TV show ever). 🍋🍋
Time taken: 3.5 hours
Reference: Jeff Ward as Deke Shaw
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live-laugh-lovejoy · 2 years
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iconic, queen behaviour
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meredithbeckham · 4 months
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a softer world, aos.
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stan-fixations · 2 years
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Sexy ppl have a big fat crush on Daisy Johnson. It's a scientific fact.
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silver-pieces · 1 year
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So uh, what are some episodes of TV that have made you all cry? I just recently updated my list.
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bonus non-TV episode ~
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So frustrating that Ward's rage from the Berserker Staff is never really mentioned again after that episode (S1 Ep 8) despite the fact that they said it would last "a few decades"!!!
Just one of the changes I'm exploring in my fix-it SkyeWard fanfic.
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thecavalrywife · 8 months
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When S.H.I.E.L.D. becames a private security company in Portugal.
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I was just walking around the shops and noticed the logos on the security guards' uniforms, instantly thought of S.H.I.E.L.D
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bonniebirddoesgifs · 2 years
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Bonniebirddoesgifs:
Daisy Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D) - Credit if using
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margarita-life · 7 months
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IT'S PAINFUL | multifandom
link: https://youtu.be/Ht2O1Od4r6A
"...If you're going through hell, keep going..."
#multifandom #multifandomedit #sadmultifandom Broadchurch, 9-1-1, Peaky Blinders, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, Black Widow, Shadow and Bone, Seberg, The Sandman, Fear the Walking Dead, Stranger Things, LIKENESS directed by Rodrigo Prieto starring Elle Fanning, Teen Wolf, The Crown, WandaVision, Euphoria, Dare Me, The Cry, Supernatural, Fate: The Winx Saga, Killing Eve, Wednesday, The Punisher, Ted Lasso, Shameless, Sorry for Your Loss, Sherlock, Перші ластівки, Squid Game, How to Get Away with Murder, Jessica Jones, Mr. Robot, The 100, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, TWD, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Daredevil, Ginny and Georgia, Modern Love, Torchwood, The Alienist, 12 monkeys, Avengers: Age of Ultron, The Vampire Diaries, The Serpent, The Partys Just Beginning
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Good- Daisy Johnson
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Pairing: Daisy Johnson x Reader
Characters: Daisy Johnson
Warnings: N/A
Request: Wattpad- "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."
Word Count: 653
Author: Charlotte
How you ended up in these situations was beyond you. Everything started a few months ago when you were strapped for cash and signed up for a medical study, it all seemed legit through the application and when you were there, they seemed nice and normal. However now you knew that was far from the point. You were injected with something that you forgot the name of and would be monitored for the following 24 hours. Nothing happened. They bid you fair well with an information pack describing the medication that was meant to change emotions in the individual, and an envelope of money. You went home and forgot about it.
A week later, you had gotten excited about a cheap cake being sold in the shopping centre and ended up setting the fridge on fire. You didn’t know how you did it but you grabbed the cake and quickly ran off, so no one knew that you were the one to cause the damage. Flames appeared every time you were overly emotional but nothing too bad had happened until a customer pissed you off and her hair ended up on fire. Luckily, she wasn’t badly hurt, she was put out before any damage extended further than her hair.
You fled from work hoping to figure out what was going on until a man and a woman broke into your house and stowed you away into a car, taking you onto an aircraft and locking you in a small room.
You tried to plead for help, but you were met with an onslaught of questions about how you got your ability and why you were hurting people. Even though the woman annoyed you beyond reason, you never wished ill upon her, if you could get rid of your powers, you would have.
After hours of shouting at you, you were left on your own, handcuffed to the table with a collar around your throat that was stopping your powers from working. You were left alone for what felt like a lifetime before the door opened again. You expected to see one of the agents who had been shouting at you but instead it was a young brunette woman who was about your age. She said nothing as she closed the door behind her and sat down opposite you. She leaned across the table to unshackle your hands.
“Thank you,” you whispered, rubbing your wrists that were sore from your restraints. You moved your hand up to the collar. “Can I take this off?”
The woman shook her head. “It’s better for both of our safety for you to keep that on.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you said solemnly, sad that people expected the worse from you and considered you a danger.
“I know,” she stated. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy, but I don’t believe that.”
“You don’t?”
She shook her head. “You wouldn’t be the first person we have come across who has gotten powers that they cannot control. Just because you can do something dangerous, doesn’t mean you want to.”
A small smile crawled across your lips knowing that maybe there was some form of hope out there.
“I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I told the men who were in here that, but they don’t believe me,” you pleaded. “Please, I don’t want to end up in jail.”
“You’re not going to go to jail, I can promise you that,” she smiled softly. “My team do not agree that you aren’t a danger, but once you have learnt to control your powers, you will be perfectly safe to society.”
“Thank you so much,” you smiled. “I never wanted this.”
“I know. It is going to be okay Y/N, I promise.”
The woman stood up to leave the room. “I’ll talk to my team and I’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you. I didn’t catch your name…”
“Skye.”
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samdeancass · 2 years
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Requested by @cadenmakesstuff
T/W: Mentions of depictions of depression, anxiety and panic attacks.
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“Good job today, Y/N!”
You smiled and nodded at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent before entering your room and shutting the door behind you. You flung your bag to the farthest corner and got into bed, covering yourself with the covers. You really didn’t believe that you had done a good job at all. 
Even though you knew in yourself that what you had done was good, you’re mind was telling you something else. Tears began falling down your cheeks as invasive and unwelcome thoughts overwhelmed your mind. You began to panic as your breathing became fast and your chest began to tighten. 
You heard a knocking on the door but you couldn’t answer, your voice coming out quiet and broken. Somehow though, they knew that you were inside as they opened the door anyway. 
“Y/N! Come on, slow your breathing!” Jemma and Leo rushed towards you and cradled you in their arms. Leo began rubbing calm circles into the small of your back as Jemma began talking to you to try and sway your mind. 
“What’s your favourite food? Mine’s something very English, beans on toast!” Jemma laughed hesitantly, hoping you would laugh along. A small smile grew on your face but was soon replaced with grimace. Your breathing was only getting faster and it felt as though your heart was going to jump out of your chest. 
Leo then tried something. He wrapped you up in his arms and began to rock you, singing your favourite song into your ear with Jemma holding one of your hands. Slowly, this worked as your breathing and heart beat began to slow down along with the tightening in your chest beginning to disappear.
As soon as you were calm enough, Jemma caught your eyes and gave a small, sad smile. “So, what was that about, hey?” You sat up and put your other hand on top of hers. “I think.. all of my feelings were getting on top of me. When I was praised for doing a good job today, my mind instantly told me that it wasn’t good enough. I just feel like I’m broken, like I’m a burden to you guys and the rest of the agents. I just shouldn’t be here. S.H.I.E.L.D agents are meant to be strong.”
You felt yourself begin to well up as you confessed your inner feelings to your best friends. It was the first time you had heard it out loud. Leo shook his head. “Don’t you ever feel like that. You’re not a burden and you never will be. You’re far from broken, you’re perfect just the way you are. You are one of the strongest people I know, battling what you go through every day. But sometimes, you’re allowed to be weak, you know. I’m proud of you.” 
You pulled Leo into a hug and kissed his cheek in thanks. Jemma took hold of your hand again. “We both are.” You gave her a heartfelt hug before wiping your eyes. “Thank you guys, it means so much to me; how much support you have given me. You truly are the best friends in the world.”
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artist-issues · 2 years
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Joss Whedon and Faith
You know, I noticed that between Firefly, Avengers, and Agents of SHIELD, there’s always one or two exciting Christian themes,
You know, like how in Avengers, Cap says, “‘There’s only one God, ma’am.” That’s a very Christian line. Like, you have to have at least spent some time around Christians, who are staunchly monotheistic and would actually say something like this, to write THAT line instead of something vaguer and more stereotypical which a thousand other writers might’ve added.
Or how in Firefly you have Shepherd Book and his line about “you don’t fix faith, River. Faith fixes you.” And in SHIELD you’ve got Mack (and Elena) who both are characterized as Christians; and Mack even says at one point, when a villain is ranting about judgement or something, “‘I guess you’re not a New Testament kinda guy.”
So I got curious. And I thought, “this guy is at least curious about Christianity, enough to know some real things about it and about Christians. Or else he wouldn’t choose to write characters this way.”
Then I looked it up. And apparently, if Joss Whedon actually believes what he says he believes (which is doubtful; it’s certainly not true when it comes to his proclaimed feminism) he’s not only an atheist but an existentialist and an absurdist.
Which makes sense. Because when you look back at how he writes his “Christian” characters, you realize that they’re all missing something. Real faith. I’m not talking about Captain Mal and his abandonment of his beliefs, although I could.
I mean, with the exception of Cap, all the characters I mentioned up there. Joss writes the wisest of his Christians, like Shepherd and Mack, as if they don’t believe Christianity is the only truth. He writes them as if they, themselves, understand that their “faith” is just what gets them through the day. A coping mechanism. A crutch.
And Joss Whedon has said “I think faith is an extraordinary thing. I’d like to have some, but I don’t, and that’s just how it works.” Which, first of all, is such a cop-out, because you’re managing to sound very complimentary toward Christians, like they have a special superpower you don’t have. But you don’t believe there is a God. Because you’re an atheist, Joss. So what you’re actually saying is, “It’s extraordinary that they’re able to dupe themselves into thinking something is real that isn’t. Must be nice to live in denial like that. I wish I could be less honest and smart, and dupe myself, too, but I just can’t. I’m too real.”
Ugh.
And that’s my point. Joss doesn’t actually understand faith, or he’d realize he has it already.
“Faith” is believing what you know to be true, even if you don’t have all the answers. It’s not believing what you HOPE is true even if you don’t have all the answers. Because then everyone would believe in Santa Claus. “I don’t know how his reindeer fly, but I just really like the sound of Santa, so I hope he’s real so much that I’m going to ignore that.”
That’s not faith. Faith is sitting down in a chair. It’s saying, “I may not know what wood that chair is made of; I may not know who made it; I may not know how much weight it is designed to carry. But I’m sitting down in it because I can see that it has four legs, it is in a public space where people have sat before, and I have sat down and been held up by chairs in the past.” It’s taking what you KNOW is true and acting accordingly, not taking what you HOPE is true and acting accordingly.
Everything you do during the day requires faith! Cross the street without getting hit by a car, or swallowed by a sand pit. Drive your car without getting hit or having the engine spontaneously explode. Put on a shirt without it unraveling. You don’t KNOW everything about the air you’re breathing, or the car you drive, or the clothes you put on. You don’t even know 100% of what’s happening in your own body 100% of the time. But you act according to what you DO know. That is called faith; it is also called acting according to reality. Everybody has “faith.” It just depends on WHAT you have faith in. Because guess what? I could put my faith in the chair and it could crumble and snap and dump me on the floor. Then I put my faith in the wrong thing. Maybe I should’ve gathered more true facts to base my faith on first.
You could put your faith in the wrong god. The God of the Bible isn’t that.
It’s not a crutch, it’s not a coping mechanism worldview, it’s recognizing reality and responding accordingly. It’s saying, “I read the Bible, and it’s claims are the only thing that make sense of the objectively true things around me, so I have to either believe it or live in denial of truth.”
Because then when something really bad happens, you can fall back on what you know is true. There is a God, specifically the God of the Bible, and I can know that He is real and He is good because there is more TRUTH in favor of those two facts than there is on the opposite side.
So yeah, Joss Whedon doesn’t understand faith. Is what I’m saying.
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dekaythepunk · 1 year
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When you're looking to buy lanyards online and see them use Coulson's "ID" as an example. 😂
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marvel-and-moor · 2 years
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HELLO!?!?!?!?@?
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stan-fixations · 2 years
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I still can't believe ward dropped fitzsimmons in the fucking ocean. I still think about that to this day since I watched that scene. Like he just saw them trapped in a box and let them fall thousands of feet into the fucking ocean. Wow.
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silver-pieces · 1 year
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who’s your daddy?
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Pairing: Daddy!Bobbi Morse x (afab) fem!reader
Word Count: 493
Synopsis: Your Daddy returns from a mission.
Warning: 18+, minors DNI, smut (FF, dom/sub play, choking, weapon/object play, oral sex, boot riding), daddy/babygirl talk
A/N: I just want her to use those batons to make me her babygirl 🥺 Day 18 of Marvel Girlfriend May (please don't check the date) is here! Bobbi Morse a.k.a Mockingbird is an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and yet another reason for you to watch the show if you haven't yet! 👀 Reblogs & comments are amazing to receive. I hope you enjoy...
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She’s always dominant with you, but tonight is different.
It's sudden. You open the door and she barges into you, caging you in her arms and slamming you against the wall.
A thrill races through you. "Bobbi - "
Her hand wraps around your neck, cutting off your voice swift and brutal, tilting your head to the side. With a growl, she buries her face in your neck.
You still under her grip, helpless to stop her from taking what she wants.
Her lips graze over the curve of your neck. The quietest groan graces your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"Are you - "
Her grip tightens on your neck and she slams you back against the wall.
"Babygirl." She snarls. "Stop. Talking."
Your pussy pulses with need. You shut your mouth, instantly obedient.
Her lips curve into a smirk. "Did you miss me?"
You nod, pleading with your eyes.
"On your knees."
God. You lower yourself to the floor, planting your knees either side of her, and look up.
You wait silently at her feet. It's her game.
She's getting out her batons. Damn, something really bad must have happened on the mission. Or something really good.
Your eyes follow the disciplined, practised way she twirls them in her hands, her predatory gaze lowered as she paces before you.
"You gonna be good for me?"
You nod.
She sticks the end of the baton in your face.
You focus on it obediently. Her thumb smooths over the tiny button on the side, intentionally drawing your attention. One press, and zap. Fire flares in your veins.
"Then show me, babygirl."
You flick your gaze up at her. "Yes, Daddy," you say, and open your mouth for her.
Her eyes flicker with intensity.
You lean forward and close your lips around the smooth metal. It's a tangy, metal taste, but you suck on it like it's your lifeblood. A moan escapes you, unbidden arousal rising, as you submit.
Your eyelids flutter, vaguely registering her continually toying with the button as though she might turn it on any second now. The thrill has wetness seeping through your panties.
With another needy moan, your legs part, the ache between your legs becoming unbearably hot.
“That’s right. Who's your Daddy?”
You look up at her with pleading eyes, canting your hips, desperate for relief. You, you want to say, but you can't with your mouth occupied.
With a menacing tilt of her head, she steps forward and presses her boot between your legs. The toe of her boot nudges against your pussy.
You moan around her baton as the pressure between your legs grows.
"Is it me?" she asks, her voice low and deadly. "Am I your Daddy? Huh, babygirl?"
You nod eagerly around her baton.
Her eyes flicker with satisfaction. Through gritted teeth, she gives you an order that sends heat down your spine. “Then ride Daddy's boot.”
With a whimper, you obey.
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