Hope for humanity
Hope for humanity
Well she cut me deep with the way she moved, then she pulled me in and she licked my wounds.
The Pie Hole (Pushing Daisies)
It does not escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from your dreams are valid.
"You guys go back a ways?"
"Not really. A few months. We have nothing in common. Couldn’t be more different."
She’s shaking a little as she sinks down into her bed, her hands unsteady when they curl into fists around her neat pastel-striped sheets. It’s quiet in her room, everybody else either dealing with paperwork or in the medical wing. She’s the only one who hadn’t been able to stay there, instead rushing back to the relative peace and security of her own room.
It’s hardly peace when the voices in your head are drowning out the world, though. Jemma shuts her eyes against the suddenly-blinding white walls and the ceiling lights, trying to make the cacophony in her mind shut up. But it’s hard, knowing you’ve killed a man, and harder still, knowing you might have to do it again.
And the hardest part is knowing you don’t regret it at all.
It’s ten till midnight when he comes to find her in her room, and all the lights are out and nobody else has dared to enter, wanting to give her space. But he knocks, and then he walks in anyway, and she’s lying curled up on her bed, part of her wanting to see him and the other part not wanting him to see her at all. He’s gentle, with his voice, with his hands, as he kneels by her bed and touches her arm.
“Hey,” his voice is quiet, sure and steady, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she mumbles, mostly into her pillow, because she’s always fine. That’s all she is, is fine. She’s jumped out of the plane and still been fine. She’s had to bring her best friend back from the brink of death and still been fine. She’s killed a man and she’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.
She almost believes herself.
“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, his tone wistful, one hand moving to brush her hair back from her eyes. “Listen, I – ”
She lifts one hand to curl around his wrist, freezing his own hand in place where it was touching her head. “Don’t worry about me,” she tells him quietly, and for a moment, she almost thinks he’ll listen.
But he breaks the silence, voice wavering just enough to remind her how he had almost died tonight. “Thank you,” he says to her, his hand settling warmly around her cheek, soft and steady like a lullaby. “For saving me.”
She doesn’t say anything, just watches him go. Being a hero should feel better than this, right?
"you’re very important to me"
A choice with no regrets.
i really really thought yesterday’s community ep was gonna be about britta’s cats needless to say i’m extremely disappointed rn
"What has a neck but no head?"