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Thanks so much for these, Laur! ♥

Cute: What’s your aesthetic?

Oo, I love this one. I’d go with sunshine, potted plants, cozy blankets, crisp white with pink and grey, fuzzy socks, cute notebooks, tea or cocoa in cute oversized mugs, florals, colorful baths, comfy pillows, scented candles… god okay I know I sound like Pinterest, but really this is very me. 

Thoughtful: If you could change your name, what would you call yourself?

Actually, Maggie is a very anglicized shortening of my first name! So, it’s technically a changed name ;) But, if I could pick any name? I really like the name Lilith.

Hello, Fitzsimmons shippers!

It’s a new month, which means new birthdays to celebrate, and TFSN would like to give a big shout out to all them!

This December, please celebrate:

@cosimaslany​ -- Dec 7

@msdevindanielle​ -- Dec 11

@omgfitzsimmons​ -- Dec 13

@karasimmons​ -- Dec 15

@leosimmons​ -- Dec 17

@youdovethroughaholeintheuniverse -- Dec 19

@kat-to-the-rina​ -- Dec 22

@blacklolitarose​ -- Dec 29

Happy birthday to you all! We’ll reblog this post on the day of your actual birthday to make sure you’re showered with lots of love ♡ ♡ ♡

Hey there, Laur! “Can I have this dance?” coming right up!  Prompt list here.

This spiraled out of control and is brought to you by that one episode of Gilmore Girls. Small town AU.

“Carré?”

“Simmons,” said Milton, “I’m sorry, it’s just—I need a partner who’s more prepared?”

Jemma cocked her head at him, squinting.

“Carré?”

Milton looked over his shoulder to where Carré stood, glaring back at the both of them.

“Simmons, it’s just that I really have to win this thing. And she’s French.”

Jemma was about to ask what being French had to do with anything, but it was early, she hadn’t had her tea, and what kind of man ran off with someone else fifteen minutes before he was supposed to be your partner in a dance marathon?

What kind of man ran off with anyone else at all?

It was such a shocking turn of events that she stood there, staring after him, until she felt a nudge at her arm.

“Here you go. Sorry it took so long.”

Before she knew it a large, strong, steaming cup of tea was placed in her hand, and she could only watch Fitz as he sipped a cup of his own. After a few seconds, he furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Milton,” she said. Fitz looked confused before he followed her gaze until he almost dropped his tea.

“He dumped you for Carré?”

Her only consolation was that Fitz seemed absolutely appalled.

“No,” she said, “he just . . . doesn’t want to be my dance partner, because I’m not French.”

“What?” Fitz looked to his left, then to his right, and then put his tea in her hand.

“Fitz?”

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Drink your tea.”

Having been left by two men in the span of five minutes, Jemma thought that drinking her tea seemed the only logical thing to do. She was halfway through her cup when Fitz returned, gasping for breath.

“Fitz?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Coulson let me sign up when I explained what happened. Are you done?”

Her only thought that it was usually her and not Fitz who was this chipper at six in the morning. But Fitz must have taken her contemplation as an answer in the affirmative, because he took his cup and hers and threw them both in the nearby bin.

“Okay,” May called out over the loudspeaker, “all participating couples must be on the dance floor by the time the starting bell is rung. The dance begins in twenty seconds.”

There was a mad dash towards the floor, but Jemma stood still, not sure why Fitz was holding his hand out to her.

“Fitz?”

He looked up at the clock, then winced. “Sorry.” He took in a deep breath. “Can I, uh, have this dance?”

Jemma looked around at the crowd, the dance officials, and the other couples. When her gaze landed on Milton and Carré, she took Fitz’s hand.

“Yes.”

They ran to the dance floor, Fitz tugging Jemma along while Jemma tried desperately not to fall.

“Ten,” May counted down, “nine, eight, seven, six . . .”

She almost stumbled over what looked like Hunter’s shoe, but managed to stay upright.

“Five, four, three, two . . .”

Fitz practically leapt onto the floor, spinning Jemma into his arms until they stopped, with her right hand in his left, and her left hand on his shoulder.

“One!”

As the starting bell was rung, Jemma was overcome by a profound and unexpected sense of victory.

i would notice!! i'm terrible at keeping up with people but i would notice. you bring so much light to this fandom and this site <33

@karasimmons  thank you <333

iminwinnipegthatsincanada replied to your post “[[MOR] would anyone even notice if I just disappeared?”

Yes absolutely. People would notice. (I would notice) But depression is dumb and tries to convince you of the things that scare you most. Don't listen to those voices. People out there love you. People care.

@iminwinnipegthatsincanada  thanks, friend!! <333

seethem-dancing replied to your post “[[MOR] would anyone even notice if I just disappeared?”

While this might not be helpful because each case is unique and I KNOW how ultimately meaningless it is to be informed someone else is experiencing a similar feeling/terror/condition it has been my state for years now after my prolonged clinical depression rapidly escalated. I hear you&notice you and the only advice I can give is cling to any positive/inspiring thing you can find. Even if it's just a picture of cute kitties or YT vid. Then write some brilliant FF again.

This is my Fitzsimmons Secret Valentine fic for @karasimmons, I hope you like it! It's a soulmate au in which you can see every colour except the colour of your soulmate's eyes, oh, and it's also set in a university. (a bit random I know) It's been really fun being your valentine, and it'd be nice to keep talking if you like! I'm really sorry about not doing the Ghost Whisperer AU, but when I was researching it, it seemed really interesting and I can definitely see the similarities between Fitz and Jim- you said you'd be interested in maybe writing it someday and I think you should give it a go, 'cause I read some of your fics and you're an amazing writer, seriously. Anyway, here's the fic <3

Jemma Simmons would be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered. After all, she’s a scientist, she’s meant to wonder, and how could you not when- supposedly- there’s someone out there who’s perfect for you? So, yes. Jemma wonders about them a lot. She wonders about what they look like, what they sound like, where they’re from. Will they be friendly? Do they like science? (She hopes so.) She wonders about the colour she’s never been able to see. She wonders about how it’ll feel to be able to see it, to be able to see blue, what it’ll look like in her soulmate’s eyes. But most of all, she wonders about when she’ll get to meet them. ‘Don’t worry,’ Daisy assures, when Jemma not-so-casually brings up the topic of soulmates up again. They’re sitting together on the grass, various books spread out in front of them, open but forgotten as they soak up the rare September sunshine. ‘You’ll meet them eventually,’ she continues, ‘and it’ll be worth it when you do.’ There’s a soft, somewhat dreamy smile on her face and Jemma can’t help but smile back; a few months ago, Daisy would’ve given her an eye roll and a well-meaning but slightly cynical comment. She, unlike Jemma, had never been that bothered about finding her soulmate… until she met them, in the summer. The comfortable silence is broken suddenly by the sound of Daisy’s ringtone. Her smile widens as she sees the name on the screen, and she answers the call. ‘Hey, Lincoln.’ Lincoln… Lincoln is great, and Jemma is incredibly happy for them both, really, but she can’t help the bitter jealousy that she feels sometimes, rising up in her like an evil spirit. She swallows the feeling down, annoyed at herself. She knows she’ll find her soulmate eventually. And, hey, she’s only been at university for two weeks, there’s still a chance that she’ll find them here… She’d just have to be patient.

* * * * *

Apparently, Jemma Simmons is not as good at being patient as she thought. She knows, she knows that a lot of people don’t find their soulmates until adulthood… but she also knows that it’s just as common to find them at university, and she had been so confident that she’d find them there, (she’d felt so ready to meet them, to see this new colour) that now, a month and a half later, she isn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Daisy notices her gloomy mood, and suggests taking a walk to take her mind off of things. The breath of fresh air helps, until she looks up at the sky and sees nothing but a dull grey. She’s used to it, of course, but the rush of curiosity and longing she feels is as strong as ever. ‘Daisy?’ Her voice is quieter than she expected; there’s a wistful tone to it. Her eyes are still drawn to the atmosphere above her. ‘Mm?’ ‘What… what does it look like? The sky?’ Daisy shrugs. ‘I dunno. Big… blue…’ She laughs. ‘Sorry, that probably doesn’t help.’ ‘Uh, no, it doesn’t.’ Jemma laughs, too. ‘But, really.’ She presses. ‘What is blue like?’ ‘I don’t… I mean, it’s a pretty colour, I guess, but- we’re in England, Jemma, the sky’s usually grey anyway, so you’re not missing much!’ Jemma smiles at that, and the conversation moves on, but she still can’t help wondering. Wondering about the colour she’s never seen and the person she’s never met.

* * * * *

Jemma rushes outside, grateful for her freedom after a long day. She lets her mind wander, absent-mindedly letting her legs wander, too- right into someone walking in front of her. Cheeks burning, she turns to look at them and apologise, and… Woah. She’s met with a startling gaze, and suddenly she’s drowning, drowning in those eyes and the beautiful colour of them. She can’t look away, and wow, Daisy was so wrong earlier, she’d been missing so much- how had she gone her whole life without this colour? Jemma notices suddenly that the owner of the blue eyes is blinking back at her with the same awe and curiosity that’s in her own gaze. She extends her hand and attempts a friendly smile. ‘Uh, hi!’ They say in perfect unison, and laugh. ‘Wow, that was weird,’ Jemma says, slightly awkwardly. ‘Almost like we were… psychically linked or something!’ ‘Yeah…’ He smiles back. It’s a small, nervous smile, but Jemma can tell that it’s genuine and it warms her heart. ‘I’m, uh, I’m Fitz. Oh, um, Leo Fitz, but just Fitz is okay.’ ‘I’m Jemma Simmons.’ She can’t help her voice sounding slightly breathless as she speaks. ‘Wait, you’re-?’ Fitz’s brow creases in confusion for a moment, before he laughs again. ‘So you’re the one who’s been beating me in every Chemistry test!’ And then they’re both laughing, laughing at nothing, laughing because they’ve finally found each other and it’s wonderful.

Hi Laur! Your AoSPositivityNet Secret Santa gift is (FINALLY) here. I am so, so sorry for the delay, and I just wanted to thank you for being so patient and understanding about everything. I hope you had a fantastic holiday, and are enjoying the start of a new year!! I hope this extra long fic that totally got away from me will make up for the wait!!

Title: Chemistry

Pairing: StaticQuake, Fitzsimmons (mentioned)

For: @karasimmons

Word Count: 1,841

Warnings: slight angst (sorry), tooth-rotting fluffffff

A - age: 20


B - biggest fear: pretty sure I have something along the lines of pantophobia 


C - current time: 10:14pm


D - drink you last had: Mountain Dew


E - every day starts with: Exhaustion and dismissing alarms if I remembered to set them


F - favorite song: so many


G - ghosts, are they real: maybe


H - hometown: [you must be at least level 3 friend to unlock my state and at least level 8 friend to unlock the general vicinity of my hometown] (I can message you two and people I’ve talked with a lot if you really want to know)


I - in love with: Killian Jones and Michael Scofield and the Tenth Doctor and so many more fictional characters


J - jealous of: “People who can eat anything they want without getting fat.” Yeeeesssssssss do you mind if I keep this answer too? This is my brother and I so wish I got those genes instead


K - killed someone: nope, but there are several fictional characters I might if I ever went that far and could kill fictional characters


L - last time you cried: Friday night after finding out our old pastor passed away


M - middle name: C.


N - number of siblings: One older brother


O - one wish: to know how and be able to life and be at peace


P - person you last called/texted: my mom


Q - questions you’re always asked: can I braid/touch/play with your hair?? (As they’re already touching/playing with my hair without permission. Yes it’s very long, but it’s. just. hair. No touchy. And it’s not original to hold it to my face like a mustache. (There are a select few people I am close to that are allowed to touch my hair and even fewer that actually ask first.))


R - reasons to smile: I’m gonna go see Wicked in April, I miiiiiiiiiight get to meet Josh Groban if my friend is correct about our university’s Broadway trip of choice and depending on the day and if I can go, Prison Break is coming back, Netflix aSoUE throwing shade at the movie (which I still enjoyed too but on its own and not as a representation of the books), the possibilty of an actual musical OUAT episode, Sherlolly, vine compilations, baby animals


S - song last sang: “These Palace Walls” from Aladdin OBC, and like five seconds of “Fixer Upper” from Frozen bc it was on tv


T - time you woke up: around 8:45am bc of church (service starts at 9:00am; my parents and I were a tad bit late today… none of us woke up on time)


U - underwear color: whyyyy do you need to know this? I don’t wanna tell the Internet! ……..dark blue.


V - vacation destination: Like dream vacation? The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, a Disney park, the U.K., more NYC, and/or more Outer Banks, NC


W - worst habit: biting my nails, worrying about eeeeeverything, zoning out a lot, picking at my skin, experiencing the worst possible turnout of conversations in my head before a conversation even happens at all, etc.


X - x-rays you’ve had: teeth, and I thiiiiiiink chest once


Y - your favorite food: anything edible basically


Z - zodiac sign: taurus

f*** em'!

wheres-your-rum replied to your post “Nothing like having my art posted to a popular Marvel page on Facebook...”

they sound like jealous dickbags

pobmmm replied to your post “Nothing like having my art posted to a popular Marvel page on Facebook...”

Fuck those people. Your art is amazing.

karasimmons replied to your post “Nothing like having my art posted to a popular Marvel page on Facebook...”

Well those people are clearly blind because your art is spectacular!

the-doctor-says-hoot replied to your post “Nothing like having my art posted to a popular Marvel page on Facebook...”

ugh people suck, dont listen to them, your art is AMAZING and they wish they had even half your talent <3

agentverbivore replied to your post “Nothing like having my art posted to a popular Marvel page on Facebook...”

ppl are the worst