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For me it was just a really big goodbye and easily heartbreaking. It wasn’t one of those things to think about it. Josh [Holloway] is really strong, so I was on this pulley, and I had them loosen the pulley so he’d really be holding me up, and it killed both of us every time. When my hand slipped from his, it was because he couldn’t hold on any longer. So that hit us with a real punch… We were broken-hearted and crying quite a bit.
-Elizabeth Mitchell

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corruptress:

quiet-knives:

PSA: because I keep seeing that shitty manipulated photo of Emma Watson on my dash. THAT PHOTO WAS PHOTOSHOPPED.  The original photo (with another from the same shoot, is from 2011 with Mariano Vivanco) are pictured above. Please don’t perpetuate this error. 

Deliberately spreading an altered image of Emma Watson which purports to show her breasts as a statement against threats of nude photo leaks is the height of hypocrisy and whoever did it should be ashamed. (x)

omg didnt know

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sar-kaz-m:

raiining:

snowrayban:

Jeff Vespa
The Art of Discovery 

Okay, but Clint lying like this on Phil’s couch and Phil being all FUCK MY LIFE

Okay so what if…
ALL upper level handlers/Senior Ops agents have offices big enough for couches. 
Most of them have plush squishy things suitable for team debriefs or naps or even the 3.5 hours sleep you might be able to pull between important ops. 
Agent Phil Coulson, however, despite being the best of the best, calm in the face of utter shitstorms, never failed to bring an agent home (even if it was only for identification and burial), is secretly so goddamned shy, he can’t even deal with the standard work-based socializing the couches imply and encourage.  Therefore he deliberately ordered the most ridiculous, uncomfortable, modern monstrosity he could find.  To DIScourage his operatives from lingering too long.  It wouldn’t do to have his assets (or worse, the baby agents) find out he’s actually a shy geek who loves comic books and reality TV.
And he has absolutely no idea what to do with his newest sniper, Agent Clint Barton.  Marksman, B&E specialist, accomplished undercover asset, Barton is practically Fury’s Golden Boy, charming and popular and practically guaranteed to bring an op to a successful completion. 
For some unknown reason, Barton has decided to make Phil’s hideous couch home.  Just back from an undercover infiltration, Barton hasn’t even changed out of the frankly spectacular gray suit Wardrobe had provided.  He’s merely loosened the knot of his tie a fraction, kicked off his shoes and socks, and sprawled across that abomination of a couch with a self-satisfied smirk.
It’s taking every ounce of Phil’s considerable self-control not to pounce.

sar-kaz-m:

raiining:

snowrayban:

Jeff Vespa

The Art of Discovery

Okay, but Clint lying like this on Phil’s couch and Phil being all FUCK MY LIFE

Okay so what if…

ALL upper level handlers/Senior Ops agents have offices big enough for couches. 

Most of them have plush squishy things suitable for team debriefs or naps or even the 3.5 hours sleep you might be able to pull between important ops. 

Agent Phil Coulson, however, despite being the best of the best, calm in the face of utter shitstorms, never failed to bring an agent home (even if it was only for identification and burial), is secretly so goddamned shy, he can’t even deal with the standard work-based socializing the couches imply and encourage.  Therefore he deliberately ordered the most ridiculous, uncomfortable, modern monstrosity he could find.  To DIScourage his operatives from lingering too long.  It wouldn’t do to have his assets (or worse, the baby agents) find out he’s actually a shy geek who loves comic books and reality TV.

And he has absolutely no idea what to do with his newest sniper, Agent Clint Barton.  Marksman, B&E specialist, accomplished undercover asset, Barton is practically Fury’s Golden Boy, charming and popular and practically guaranteed to bring an op to a successful completion. 

For some unknown reason, Barton has decided to make Phil’s hideous couch home.  Just back from an undercover infiltration, Barton hasn’t even changed out of the frankly spectacular gray suit Wardrobe had provided.  He’s merely loosened the knot of his tie a fraction, kicked off his shoes and socks, and sprawled across that abomination of a couch with a self-satisfied smirk.

It’s taking every ounce of Phil’s considerable self-control not to pounce.