mooseandcamille:

eopold Fitz Week 

Day Two

 ↳ Favorite OutFitzes

lupinely:

'black widow!! is it true that you're sleeping with captain america?'

the three-second clip of nat smirking and responding, coyly, ‘sure, which one?’ plays on the news for what steve’s sure is a perfect 24-hour loop

'this is a nightmare' steve says

'whatever' nat says. 'it was quicker than saying 'actually i'm currently in a complicated but loving relationship with all three captain americas and we fucked each other tenderly just this morning”

'oh my god' steve says

bucky shrugs. ‘well she’s not wrong’

sam sighs dreamily while watching the clip repeat on tv again. ‘i love my new promotion’

avengers road trip au 

theadventureofhistorygirl:

jadziabear:

Darcyland, I invite you to join me in embracing another Darcy ship: Darcy/Fitz

Surprise
(on AO3, on ff.net)

When Darcy wakes from a coma, unable to speak or remember how she got there, she’s fortunate to have someone at her bedside who knows what it’s like.

Complete at 1,700 words for your crackshipping pleasure ;)

So, what’s the ship name? taserMonkey?

*snorts tea* yes please!!

Darcyland, I invite you to join me in embracing another Darcy ship: Darcy/Fitz

Surprise
(on AO3, on ff.net)

When Darcy wakes from a coma, unable to speak or remember how she got there, she’s fortunate to have someone at her bedside who knows what it’s like.

Complete at 1,700 words for your crackshipping pleasure ;)


"Um, anything exciting happen at the Hub?"  “I shot a superior officer in the chest.”

"Um, anything exciting happen at the Hub?"
“I shot a superior officer in the chest.”

downeyy:

Melinda May Appreciation Week

Day 7 | Melinda May + Whatever You Want
The role of Melinda May was originally written as Althea Rice, a non-Asian character. “But once I got the part, one of the exec producers — I’m assuming it was Maurissa — pointed out that it was a problem to have an Asian named ‘Agent Rice.’ Might get a little backlash, you think? So they actually changed her name for me.” -Ming-Na Wen

typhoidmeri:

I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
A coffee shop/college AU for thewriterchick
….
The coffee shop is not a place Darcy would have normally worked, if she had the choice and didn’t desperately need the money.  The place was too full of hipsters and students for her liking, even though she was one of them. She loves working there anyway.
Mismatched wooden tables and chairs vied with three ancient couches for floorspace. The couches were her favorite despite the possibility of sinking into them and never climbing out of again. Behind the counter, the wall was covered in chalkboard paint, her boss’ relatively legible handwriting and Darcy’s own geometric doodles.
One wall of the cafe is papered in pages from a vintage astronomy book, with a single ornately framed reproduction star chart. The Star Huntress was the sort of place you wanted to curl up in and spend a day, or two reading one of the books stacked haphazardly in the bookcase covered back wall, or while away the hours using the free wifi. Today’s password was ‘adalovelace’, yesterday’s was ‘murielwheldaleonslow’.
The bell on the door jingles merrily and two boys shuffle in. The blonde is sporting a bloody lip and a swollen eye, the one with the dark hair is wiping a drop of blood from his nose with a bit of tissue, a smirk plastered across his face. 
“Ten minutes till closing, guys,” Darcy says, barely looking up from her notebook. What she should be doing is working on her paper on animal stories for her mythology course. What she was actually doing was drawing a butterfly over her notes while she hummed along to the radio. What she was being paid to do was to make coffee and glower at her fellow students, something she excelled at if you asked her. Most people rarely did.
“We can go somewhere else, Bucky,” says the blonde, breathing raggedly.
“Girl said ten minutes,” Bucky grins, shoving the crumpled tissue into his pocket. “Two lattes and whatever cake you’ve got left, sweetheart.”
“Jerk,” mutters the blonde sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket and pulling out an inhaler, giving it a quick shake before taking a puff.
“Watch the name callin’, I’m not the asshole that started a bar fight,” Bucky grins, wide and reckless.
Darcy narrows her eyes, tilting her her head to the side, “Weren’t you two in here the other day? Art student, Mercuriade sandwich with extra cheese and latte bowl? Steve, right?” 
“Uh, yeah, that was me,” Steve says, reaching his hand up to run through his messy hair. He winces and shakes his hand out. The knuckles of both hands are red and swollen.
“Idiot.”
“And you,” she said pointing at Bucky, “Raspberry mocha, struck out with the redhead with the iced brownie latte with whip, no sprinkles, right?”
“No,” Bucky scowls.
“I don’t forget orders,” Darcy says, which isn’t even really true, but it’s close enough. “You can argue with me but it won’t get you cake.”
“S’fine,” Bucky says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Steve bursts out laughing clutching at his chest with his right hand. “Knock it off.” Bucky elbows Steve in the side  and pulls a wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.
“Eight-fifty.”
“keep the change,” Bucky says, handing over a ten dollar bill.
So, tell me about this bar fight?” Darcy asks, plating up the last two slices of chocolate cake and setting the on the counter. She glances out the window but the street is empty in the halo of light from the nearest streetlight.
“Nothin’ to do with me, sweetheart, ask the idiot with the fat lip,”  Bucky shrugs, leaning casually against the countertop. Darcy looks between Steve and Bucky and back again.
Steve looks at her with wide blue eyes, eyebrows raised in  the picture of angelic innocence. Or it would have been if his eyes didn’t skate off to the right and the left corner of his mouth didn’t tick up. He winces and presses the pads of his fingers below the swelling of his lip, the movement shifts the sleeve of his t-shirt and she is given a tantalising glimpse of ink on his upper arm.
“A girl at the bar said no and some fuck had less sense that a damn dog,” Steve says, eyes bright and defiant.
“Did your Lois thank you for your amature heroics?”
“Uh, we didn’t really hang around to see,” Steve says sheepishly.
“What loverboy means is we got thrown out on our asses first,” Bucky says, pinching a bit of cake off one of the plates and popping it into his mouth.
“Yeah, that too,” Steve mutters, the tips of his ears turning red. “I didn’t catch your name,” Steve says, and Darcy snorts, and jerks her head to the little gold framed chalkboard perched on the counter. ‘Today your Barista is: Darcy. Be nice, because she won’t be.’  is scrawled in blue chalk with an angry face with jagged teeth doodled in the bottom left corner. “Darcy.” 
“That’s me.”
“So, how’d you know I was an arts major?”
“You had oil paint on your shirt, and spent two hours sketching before your friend walked in,” Darcy says, focusing on pulling shot after shot of espresso. She can feel both of them watching her and rolls her lips between her teeth, willing her face not to turn red. “S’my job,” she shrugs, and sets their lattes down on the counter.

typhoidmeri:

I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down

A coffee shop/college AU
for thewriterchick

….

The coffee shop is not a place Darcy would have normally worked, if she had the choice and didn’t desperately need the money.  The place was too full of hipsters and students for her liking, even though she was one of them. She loves working there anyway.

Mismatched wooden tables and chairs vied with three ancient couches for floorspace. The couches were her favorite despite the possibility of sinking into them and never climbing out of again. Behind the counter, the wall was covered in chalkboard paint, her boss’ relatively legible handwriting and Darcy’s own geometric doodles.

One wall of the cafe is papered in pages from a vintage astronomy book, with a single ornately framed reproduction star chart. The Star Huntress was the sort of place you wanted to curl up in and spend a day, or two reading one of the books stacked haphazardly in the bookcase covered back wall, or while away the hours using the free wifi. Today’s password was adalovelace’, yesterday’s was murielwheldaleonslow’.

The bell on the door jingles merrily and two boys shuffle in. The blonde is sporting a bloody lip and a swollen eye, the one with the dark hair is wiping a drop of blood from his nose with a bit of tissue, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Ten minutes till closing, guys,” Darcy says, barely looking up from her notebook. What she should be doing is working on her paper on animal stories for her mythology course. What she was actually doing was drawing a butterfly over her notes while she hummed along to the radio. What she was being paid to do was to make coffee and glower at her fellow students, something she excelled at if you asked her. Most people rarely did.

“We can go somewhere else, Bucky,” says the blonde, breathing raggedly.

“Girl said ten minutes,” Bucky grins, shoving the crumpled tissue into his pocket. “Two lattes and whatever cake you’ve got left, sweetheart.”

“Jerk,” mutters the blonde sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket and pulling out an inhaler, giving it a quick shake before taking a puff.

“Watch the name callin’, I’m not the asshole that started a bar fight,” Bucky grins, wide and reckless.

Darcy narrows her eyes, tilting her her head to the side, “Weren’t you two in here the other day? Art student, Mercuriade sandwich with extra cheese and latte bowl? Steve, right?”

“Uh, yeah, that was me,” Steve says, reaching his hand up to run through his messy hair. He winces and shakes his hand out. The knuckles of both hands are red and swollen.

“Idiot.”

“And you,” she said pointing at Bucky, “Raspberry mocha, struck out with the redhead with the iced brownie latte with whip, no sprinkles, right?”

“No,” Bucky scowls.

“I don’t forget orders,” Darcy says, which isn’t even really true, but it’s close enough. “You can argue with me but it won’t get you cake.”

“S’fine,” Bucky says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Steve bursts out laughing clutching at his chest with his right hand. “Knock it off.” Bucky elbows Steve in the side  and pulls a wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“Eight-fifty.”

“keep the change,” Bucky says, handing over a ten dollar bill.

So, tell me about this bar fight?” Darcy asks, plating up the last two slices of chocolate cake and setting the on the counter. She glances out the window but the street is empty in the halo of light from the nearest streetlight.

“Nothin’ to do with me, sweetheart, ask the idiot with the fat lip,”  Bucky shrugs, leaning casually against the countertop. Darcy looks between Steve and Bucky and back again.

Steve looks at her with wide blue eyes, eyebrows raised in  the picture of angelic innocence. Or it would have been if his eyes didn’t skate off to the right and the left corner of his mouth didn’t tick up. He winces and presses the pads of his fingers below the swelling of his lip, the movement shifts the sleeve of his t-shirt and she is given a tantalising glimpse of ink on his upper arm.

“A girl at the bar said no and some fuck had less sense that a damn dog,” Steve says, eyes bright and defiant.

“Did your Lois thank you for your amature heroics?”

“Uh, we didn’t really hang around to see,” Steve says sheepishly.

“What loverboy means is we got thrown out on our asses first,” Bucky says, pinching a bit of cake off one of the plates and popping it into his mouth.

“Yeah, that too,” Steve mutters, the tips of his ears turning red. “I didn’t catch your name,” Steve says, and Darcy snorts, and jerks her head to the little gold framed chalkboard perched on the counter. ‘Today your Barista is: Darcy. Be nice, because she won’t be.’  is scrawled in blue chalk with an angry face with jagged teeth doodled in the bottom left corner. “Darcy.”

“That’s me.”

“So, how’d you know I was an arts major?”

“You had oil paint on your shirt, and spent two hours sketching before your friend walked in,” Darcy says, focusing on pulling shot after shot of espresso. She can feel both of them watching her and rolls her lips between her teeth, willing her face not to turn red. “S’my job,” she shrugs, and sets their lattes down on the counter.

captainkennex:

"And I know these scars will bleed, but both of our heart believe all of the stars will guide us home." 
- All Of The Stars, Ed Sheeran [x]

captainkennex:

"And I know these scars will bleed, but both of our heart believe all of the stars will guide us home." 

- All Of The Stars, Ed Sheeran [x]

Darcy Lewis - [10/10 scenes] "That is awesome! How did you do that?"

Time for some thrilling heroics.
stormbornvalkyrie:

Xena Warrior Princess

stormbornvalkyrie:

Xena Warrior Princess