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Like the other one, this doesn’t feel like a holy place. Far more decrepit, a shadow of it’s former self-- much like her. Fallen into decay after being abandoned, no doubt. There are better, more comfortable places to pray, after all. Pale fingers gently slide across dusty pews, the floorboards creaking in protest even from her feather-light frame. She is grateful the statues in this place have long since broken and crumbled, offering her some respite from the fear that would seize hold of her like a vice. She’d rather not have those marble eyes burning into her skin, as if accusing her of trespassing.
Before she can properly admire the shambled interior, accented by the moonlight coming in from stained glass and the numerous holes in the roof, she pauses. Not because of her hesitation, but because of the smell of blood that pushes past the strong scent of dust and decay. It’s odd...how it feels like he belongs here, and she definitely doesn’t.
“Good evening, mister.” Her hand does not touch the altar, now devoid of whatever holy relic might have rested on it before. Sunako turns to properly address the other figure, smoothing down the front of her dress in the meantime.
“Are you just sightseeing too? I’d be careful-- the boards might give out. They’re so wobbly, I almost tripped!”
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#( VLAD III ) ceremonialpurge.1#ceremonialpurge#i was about to sleep and then i th ought wait. vlad....#i am very Excite#ALSO I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE LENGTH...GH
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In Due Time; The Hobbit: Various x Modern! Reader
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Key:
[Y/N] = Your Name
[L/N] = Last Name
[H/C] = Hair Color
[H/L] = Hair Length
[E/C] = Eye Color
[Y/H] = Your Height
[S/C] = Skin Color
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Prologue
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I remember very vividly how I appeared in Middle-Earth. It was a Friday evening and I had just settled down with pizza and a movie when a bright white light blossomed in the middle of my chest, where my heart was. The light enveloped me and the next thing I knew, BAM! I was at the front doors of Erebor. I eventually met Thorin, who was in charge of looking after and protecting me. I was there when King Thror fell to Dragon Sickness. I was there when Smaug attacked Dale and plundered Erebor. I was there when the Elves left the Dwarfs and myself to fend for ourselves. I am [Y/N].
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Now, here I was,
//You can change the color of the hair to match your own if you would like.//
walking with Thorin Oakenshield,
through the muddy streets of Bree, dressed in a red tunic, brown trousers, fur boots and a black cloak. A sword, given to me by Thror many years before, hung at my hip, thumping lightly against my leg as I walked. I had pulled part of my [H/L] [H/C] hair into a Dutch Braid, leaving the other half loose.
Thorin turned his head slightly, making sure that no one was following them. Oh, I also forgot to mention that I had shrunk when I appeared in Middle-Earth. I was no longer [Y/H]. I was now the height of a Dwarf, a bit shorter than Thorin, reaching his chest. He opened the door, holding it open for me as we walked in. We chose to sit near the back of the Prancing Pony Inn. I sat next to Thorin, who had taken his cloak off. I had taken my cloak off as well. My beautiful [S/C] skin of my face was now shown for all to see. I cautiously scanned the room, looking at and assessing the people who were also staying at the Inn. Thorin leaned his head close to my ear, speaking quietly as to not draw attention to us.
“If anything should happen here, I don’t want you using your powers. I don’t want people to know who you are,” he said quietly. His low, baritone voice sent slight shivers down my spine. I looked at him and nodded my head. Thorin noticed the disappointment in my [E/C] eyes at hearing that I could not use my powers. I felt as if I could control my powers very well now compared to when I had first discovered I even had powers and first used them. Thorin sighed tilted his head slightly. “It is for your own safety, *Ghivashel. I am certain that rumors have spread of your being here and your powers,” he said. His blue eyes bore into my own [E/C] orbs. He sighed and gently stroked my soft cheek. I sighed and lowered my gaze, finding the floor to be quite interesting at the moment. ��Do you promise not to use your powers, [Y/N]?” Thorin asked. I sighed once again, then looked up and nodded.
“Yes, Thorin, I promise,” I said. Thorin smiled lightly, pulling away. “On one condition,” I said. Thorin raised an eyebrow at my request. “Tell me what Gh-Ghiv-Ghivashel means, please.” I pleaded. Thorin chuckled at my poor pronunciation of the Dwarfish word.
“You will learn, Ghivashel, in due time.” Thorin said, smiling. I pouted, biting back a smile. I still kept my promise not to use my powers. In truth, I was slightly afraid to use my powers in public. The barmaid walked over with a plate of bread with cheese and a tankard of ale. She set it in front of Thorin.
“Here you are.” She said. Thorin nodded in thanks.
“Ah, thank you.” He said. The barmaid looked at me.
“I’ll be right over with yours, love,” She said. I nodded in thanks, smiling. A bar patron walked past the barmaid nearly knocking a bowl of soup, a plate of bread with cheese and a tankard of water from her hands. “Watch it!” She snapped.
“Sorry, darling.” The patron apologized. She made her way over to mine and Thorin’s table and placed the mean down in front of me.
“Here you are, love.” She said. I nodded at her.
“Thank you very much,” I said. The barmaid nodded, walking away. Thorin had already started eating.
I tore a piece of the bread off and dunked it into, what seemed to be beef stew, before eating it. My stomach grumbled in thanks for the meal it received. As I took another bite, I could feel some not so kind eyes staring at me. I glanced at Thorin. “Thorin,” I whispered slightly nervous. Thorin stopped eating and nodded.
“I feel them to.” He said quietly. We glanced around. I lightly turned my head and saw a man in the corner watching us. Thorin looked around and noticed another man on the opposite side also watching. They got up and started to walk over to us. I lowered my hand to lay atop his, gently squeezing it. Thorin set down his bread and squeezed my hand back. My breathing started picking up as the men got closer. With his free hand, Thorin got ready to draw his sword when suddenly a man in gray
sat before us.
“Mind if I join you?” The man asked. He stopped the barmaid as she walked past our table. “I’ll have soup and water please,” he said. The barmaid nodded and walked off. I slowly looked around, noticing that the two men stopped in their tracks and went back to their seats. I let out a shuttering breath of relief, letting go of Thorin’s hand. The man looked at us.
“I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey.” The man, now known as Gandalf, said. Thorin nodded lightly.
“We know who you are.” Thorin responded. I nodded, confirming what Thorin said. Gandalf looked at me, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Tell me, my dear,” Gandalf said. I looked up at him. “You name wouldn’t happen to be [Y/N], by any chance, would it?” Gandalf asked. I looked over at Thorin, silently asking him if it was alright to share my name with the Wizard. Thorin nodded his head. I turned my gaze back to Gandalf and nodded.
“Yes, my name is [Y/N].” I confirmed. Gandalf nodded, as if his suspicions had been confirmed.
Gandalf then smiled and rubbed his hands together.
“Well, now, this is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree,” Gandalf asked then looked at me. “With a Daughter of Man as his companion.” He said. I looked at the Wizard with light surprise. How did he know I was human? Because of my height, and the Dwarfish sword at my hip, most people would assume that I was a Dwarf, unless I told them different. I also lacked the facial hair that was common for most Dwarfish Women to have. ‘Well, he is a Wizard, [Y/N],’ I thought. ‘And Wizards tend to know everything before you do.’ Thorin sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts. He glanced up at Gandalf.
“We received word that my Father had been seen wandering the wilds near Dunland,��� Thorin said. “[Y/N] and I went looking, found no sign of him.” He said. Thorin sighed and looked down. I placed her hand upon his, gently squeezing it. I knew Thorin missed his Father greatly. So did I, actually. He had treated me like his own child while I was in Erebor. Gandalf sighed and looked at Thorin.
“Thorin, it’s been a long time since anything but rumor was heard of Thrain.” He said. I looked at Gandalf, determination and surety shone in my eyes.
“He still lives, we are sure of it.” I said. The barmaid interrupted, bringing Gandalf his soup and water. He nodded in thanks. Gandalf looked at me.
“And what business, if you found him, would you have with Thrain, my dear [Y/N]?” Gandalf asked. I looked down slightly, sighing.
“Thrain came to see you before he went missing. He mentioned me, did he not,” I asked, looking up at the Wizard. Gandalf nodded in confirmation. “Then you, being a Wizard and all, know that I am not from this world,” I said. Another nod. I sighed, lowering my gaze to meal that sat untouched in front of me. “I had a suspicion that Thrain knew how I got here,” I brought my gaze back up, looking him in the eyes. “But when I asked Thrain about it, he would not tell me,” I said. “I hoped that, if I found him and asked him about it again, Thrain would tell me.” I said. Both men avoided eye contact with me, as if they were hiding something from me. I glanced at them. My eyes widened in realization. “Thorin,” I said. Said Dwarf looked at me. “Y-you know, don’t you. You know what brought me here, don’t you.” I said. Thorin nodded slightly.
“I have my suspicions.” He said. I looked at Gandalf now.
“Gandalf,” his eyes met mine. “Do you know, for sure, what brought me to Middle-Earth?” I asked. Gandalf nodded.
“Yes, my dear. I do know how you arrived in this world.” He said. My eyes widened. I gently grasped one of his hands with both of mine, desperation shining in my [E/C] orbs.
“Can you tell me?” I asked, excitement in my voice. I desperately wanted to know how to get home. Gandalf’s eyes twinkled. He patted my hands gently with his free hand.
“You will know, my dear, in due time,” He said. I sighed in frustration, retracting her hands and placing them in my lap. Gandalf chuckled. “Now, to the true topic I wanted to discus with you both,” he said, causing Thorin and I to give him our attention. “When I met with Thrain, I urged him to march upon Erebor, to rally the seven armies of the dwarves. To destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain, and I would say the same to you both. Take back your homeland.”
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//So, here’s the Prologue. I hope you all like it. I wanted to let you all know who your different love interests are going to be for the story:
First, there’s Thorin,
Then there is the Oldest Brother, Fili,
Then there’s Kili,
There’s Bofur.
I feel like he doesn’t get enough love, so if you don’t like Bofur, well sorry Charlie.
There’s sweet Bilbo.
And then there’s the handsome, ladies man, the Prince of the Woodland Realm himself, Legolas.
If you would like me to add anyone, let me know down in the comments please. Always remember that reblogs are much appreciated. Feel free to comment on any of my content.//
#the hobbit#the hobbit x reader#thorin oakenshield#fili#kili#fili x reader#kili x reader#bofur x reader#bofur#bilbo baggins#bilbo x reader#legolas
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Greyhound Station [Prologue]
Chapter: Prologue
Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Ballerina!Reader
Summary: Since she was eight years old, Y/N Parker knew only one thing for certain: that she would always love James Buchanan Barnes. By fourteen, she was positive she knew everything—including that Bucky would be hers forever. When she was eighteen, she realized she really only knew three things: one, that New York was rotten, two, that she would be a dancer no matter what her parents said, and three, that she would do everything in her power to never see James Buchanan Barnes again. But now, Y/N is twenty-four and somehow, she’s back at where she started all those years ago, at a Greyhound station on 206 Livingston Street.
Warnings: Fluff, (Loveable) Asshole Clint Barton, Swearing
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: I’m rewriting this series with my good friend, Angelina! Please go check out her account and follow her. She’s an amazing human being and she’s so amazing for helping me write this god forsaken story. I hope you all enjoy what’s coming soon!
Co-written by @dearspacepirates and @angelinathebook.
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[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]
July 12 was going to go down in history as the day that Y/N Julianne Parker conquered her fear of heights.
For the past seven years you've lived in Brooklyn, you and the gang went to Coney Island every day that you possibly could in the seventy-seven days of summer that school offered you. And every year, everyone would buy a ticket for the Wonder Wheel… except you. So for an hour of waiting time and ten minutes while your friends could be heard from the top screaming and laughing, you sat at the bottom waiting. But it wasn’t so bad. Someone always sat out with you to keep you company while the rest rode the wheel. Of course, you always felt a little guilty about it; like the little sister that no one wanted to deal with. They drew straws and the unlucky member that was picked didn't get to partake in, apparently, the “best ride ever” that year.
[Summer of 2004, Third Grade, 8 y/o.]
The first time the gang went to Coney Island, well, the gang was much smaller. Just you, Steve, and Bucky. Sarah was the one to suggest that the boys draw straws.
“We don't leave each other behind,” she'd said, taking out the straw of her coke and cutting it into different sized pieces with the pocket knife from her ex-husband. “Now, that also applies to me. Three straws. Steve, Bucky, and me. Whoever picks the shortest straw stays with Y/N.”
You stared at your feet and shuffled your feet. “I-I don't want to keep you guys from—”
A comforting hand landed on your shoulder and Sarah gave you a warm smile. “Hey, we're not abandoning you.” She ruffled Steve and Bucky’s hair with her spare hand. “These two little buggers and I? We're with you until the end of the line, baby.”
Steve had drawn the short straw that particular time, but he didn't really mind. He said heights triggered his allergies anyway.
[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]
“You can do this. You can do this. Just brea—”
“Hey, relax, will you? You've been shaking since we picked you up. It's a ferris wheel.” Tony slung his arm around your shoulders, chewing on the stick of the lollipop he started on the walk there. He peaked at you imphisly from under his sunglasses.
“Lay off, Stark. Just be nice about it, ok? She's nervous,” Steve butted in. Always the hero, you thought.
“Thanks, Stevie. But really, I am… ok. I can do this,” you insisted. You looked up at the giant wheel and your stomach floored. The line shifted forward and Bruce bumped into you.
Bruce adjusted his tilted glasses. “Oh sorry—”
“I can't do this!”
Half of the crew sighed and started digging through their pockets. Tony, Thor, and Natasha muttered small curses before handing fives to Clint, Loki, and Bucky.
“I really thought you were going to this time around,” Natasha groaned, but she still smiled at you before glaring at a very satisfied Clint.
You huffed in annoyance. “Even you, Bucky?”
“Don't hate the player. Hate the game, killer,” he smirked, shoving Thor's five into his pocket. You continued to frown.
“Aw, come on, doll. Don't be that way.” Bucky came over to you, placed his hands in his jacket, and shot an innocent pout at you. “You know I love you. You're my dream girl.”
You punched him in the arm. “Fuck off, James.”
He backed up like a wounded dog, holding his arm. “Hey, I'm just trying to make us some money. So we can start a life together, baby. You and me.”
Flirt. You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever,” Tony muttered, putting his wallet back in his pocket. “Who's got the straws?”
Steve bashfully pulled out multiple straws of different lengths and began to shuffle them in his palms. The routine started again. Everyone pulled a straw: Tony, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Nat, then Bucky.
Bucky drew the short stick.
The gang patted his shoulder—their clandestine form of sympathy, just as the routine went. The gang entered the line and you and your unlucky companion for the next hour and ten minutes sat on the bench near the vintage ice cream parlor that sold flavors all the way back to the 1930s. And then, you'd thank whoever sat with you. Sometimes, they bought you a cone or if they had historically Irish luck, then you'd buy them a sundae because it was the second time they had to sit with you. (A rightfully bitter Clint once asked for the most expensive item on the menu and Coney Island prices weren't cheap.)
Something about this time was different though. It was funny. In all the seven years you'd known Bucky, he never once drew the short straw. Never. Long had he been accused of cheating, but your peers could never prove it. Until now.
Apparently, he wasn't cheating.
You decided to stick to the routine anyway, despite the sour frown on Bucky's face.
“Thanks,” you mumbled. You tried to shoot him a small smile, but his pout persisted and he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.
You sat there for a good ten minutes until you started to get sick of Bucky’s frown. Bucky was always difficult when he was in a bad mood, but after years of trial and error, you knew how to deal with his moodiness. “I’ll be right back,” you said.
You got up and waded into the crowd of people before disappearing altogether from Bucky’s view. He slumped further into the bench. “Why am I even here if you're just gonna split?” he muttered.
After several minutes, Bucky’s cheeks began to hurt and he sat up. Where were you? He stood and scanned the surrounding area for his annoyingly evasive friend.
“Hey!” A finger poked him in the shoulder and when he turned, he was met with a large ice cream cone shoved in front of him. Behind it, stood Y/N with an innocent grin lining her face.
Bucky took the cone and smirked, “You remembered.”
“Burgundy cherry on a sugar cone. Two scoops,” you recited, rocking back and forth on your heels.
He chuckled. She always knew how to cheer him up. He stared at the scoop of pink ice cream. “I’m sorry for being… dumb about the ferris wheel. I know you don't like it,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay.” You blushed behind your cone, hoping Bucky wouldn't see. “You’re lucky you've got those baby blues, Barnes. It's what's kept me around all these years,” you joked, shoving him playfully in the arm.
Bucky pulled away in pretend pain. “Careful killer, you just might make me fall in love with you.”
“Save it, Barnes.”
Bucky watched you while you returned to licking your ice cream. As much as he loved you, Bucky was going on that ride.
He stood up and reached out for your hand, smiling warmly. “Come on, Killer. I've got a surprise for you.”
You looked up with excitement. “Really?”
“Yeah, but you gotta close your eyes.” Bucky walked behind you and covered your eyes with his free hand. “Trust me. You'll like this.”
“Holy fuck, Bucky!” you screeched, pushing into Bucky’s side, trying to get away from the edge of the seat. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you rose higher and higher. You screwed your eyes shut, but it only accelerated the tears that poked at the corners and threatened to spill down your cheeks.
“Bucky, I want off…” you whimpered. “I want to get off.”
“Hey, just don’t look down. You’re safe with me,” he assured you, taking your hand in his. You squeezed it, hard. He pulled his other arm away from where you pressed against it and wrapped it around your shoulders, beckoning you into his embrace.
“Please Bucky, I want to get down,” you whispered, one single tear rolling down your cheek as you spoke. You knew what you were asking wasn’t rational, but logic and reason were left on the ground below, along with your confidence.
“Just focus on your breathing and focus on me,” He coached, making stupid deep-breathing gestures with his arms.
“What about you? Focus on how much I hate you or the strong urge I have to punch you?” You fire back, not feeling at all comforted. If anything, that made it worse. You were slowly rising higher and higher and the pit in your stomach grew deeper and deeper.
“Well I… was thinking more like something along the lines of this,” he murmured, taking your hands. He started to rub small circles into the skin of your hand with his thumb, “And this,” he said with the same soft intensity, the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, snaking itself around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming you from the breeze of being so high. And then Bucky made that stupid face that made you feel all warm and fluttery inside. So stupid…
Bucky watched as you calmed your breathing. He knew you’d probably uphold your promise to punch him when you got off, but it was worth it. You shivered at the cool temperature from being at the top of the ferris wheel. Bucky’s instincts pulled your closer to him; he was always warm, so you would always cuddle up to him. It was then that Bucky realized that he was still holding your hand and you were still staring at him with your stupid, doe eyes.
And that’s when Bucky couldn’t take it anymore.
All of freshman year, you and he had been dancing around each other, daring the other to just say something, but the two of you were probably the most stubborn people on the planet. He wasted all of freshman year flirting with other girls because he had too much pride to just admit that you were the only one for him. Fuck friendship, Bucky Barnes fell hard for you and he didn’t want to come up for air any time soon.
“What’re you starin’ at, pretty boy?” you mumbled.
“Killer, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Oh, just wait until we get off this damn—mphf!”
Lips connected to yours. The butterflies in your stomach that started flapping because of your sheer terror, began to fly for entirely different reasons. His lips were soft and gentle. You gripped his hand a little tighter and lifted your free one to drag it through his hair.
“Oh shit! Are you guys fucking making out!?” You could hear Clint’s voice two cars down.
“Holy shit!” Tony. “Someone get a picture! Also, Thor owes me 20 bucks!”
“What!? You couldn’t have waited like another week, Barnes!?” Thor’s voice boomed.
Bucky placed his hand on the side of his mouth and yelled down, “Stop betting on everything!” He sucked in his lip in annoyance and huffed at his friends’ commentary and his ruined moment with you. But you just chuckled.
“I think this is my new favorite ride,” you said and Bucky’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He placed his hands on the sides of your head and kissed your forehead.
“So does this mean you’re my girl, killer?” he mumbled against your head.
“I don’t know, James. I’m still pretty mad that you tricked me.”
“Didn’t you say you liked this ride now. I remember you calling it ‘your favorite ride,’” he said, bending his fingers in air quotes.
“I’m punching you when we get off this stupid machine, jerk.”
“If it means I get to kiss those pretty lips again, then hit me with your best shot.”
[Summer of 2020, 24 y/o.]
“We are now in New York City. This is 206 Livingston Street. Thank you for riding with Greyhound and we hope you have a good day.”
The double-doors of the bus opened with a hiss and you gathered your bags after saying goodbye to the nice father who was taking his boys on a trip to the Big Apple for their summer vacation.
Your phone buzzed.
Today | 10:00 am
Wanda: Hey, just wanted to make sure you got here ok :) Y/N: I just got off. I’m headed to your apartment right now. Wanda: Are you sure you don’t want me to help you with your bags? Y/N: I’m ok. Just waiting for a cab. Wanda: Ok, stay safe <3. Wanda: And remember! Drinks at the Odinsons’ at 8, ok? Y/N: Ok, I'll think about it… Are you sure he won't be there? Wanda: No, drama queen. He took an extra shift at the station anyway. Wanda: Be there! x
You stared at the apartment in front of you and thought about Wanda's last text. You were hesitant to go anyway. Seeing everyone again… It'd bring back too many memories that all involved him. Maybe Wanda was right. You were a drama queen. You couldn't even think his name without being upset. And even though you were in the largest city in America, you had a feeling it would be hard to avoid him.
God, you couldn't believe you were back here. Six years ago, you swore you'd never come back to New York and here you were in the same place you started.
Hopefully, Thor still made good drinks.
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Yeah, I think May would definitely win in a real fight but I think they have so much fun just sparring, they know each other so well and probably sparred plenty of times so they know most of each other's moves and well, it's just really hot to imagine them going at it lol of course AoS couldn't give us that. We even saw Coulson fighting but ofc not with May, that would be giving too much to the shippers.
OF COURSE RIGHT, GOD FORBID THEY GIVE US EVEN JUST A FLICKER OF CONTENTMENT LMAO, WHO CARES ABOUT THE FANS ANYWAY... Sorry for the capslock, but I couldn’t express this any other way than shouting it because I’ll always be annoyed by this! Yeah, they don’t owe us anything, they should be able to tell the story they want without feeling obliged to indulge in the fan-service, bla bla bla, don’t care, I’ll stay pissed off, I’m sure the writers won’t mind, and at this point it’s the level of resigned annoyance that doesn’t ruin my day, so I can stay “fueled” without feeling miserable about it like I was some time ago, when I was more invested (not that I’m not invested in the ship now, but I made peace with the fact that I won’t get the satisfaction - and there is no “compliance” involved here :p - I need from the show so I’m looking for it elsewhere)!
I am convinced it would have been so amazing seeing Phil and Melinda spar because I found adorable (ok, maybe it’s not the best term to describe sparring sessions, but I have big family feels about it because Philindaisy obviously so for me that adjective stands) the sparring scenes Daisy had with both Phil and Melinda so yeah, it was a huge waste of potential, but what’s new when we talk about Philinda’s treatment in the show...
I do see their relationship as a bit unbalanced. There are so many times we saw May showing in words and actions what Coulson means to her, even her freaking robot was out there declaring her love and willing to die for him and the team. I think you're right that Coulson being the director is one of teh reasons for that difference but I think who they are is another.
For Coulson there is Humanity, SHIELD, Daisy and ofc May cares about that too but I mostly see her putting him ahead of pretty much everything, she's so ridiculously loyal to him, even Garret knew that about her, it wasn't follow SHIELD to the grave but Coulson. Watching gifsets of S1B was actually making me ship them less lol, he believed she was Hydra up until she was about to be killed too and then he was a raging dick, to hurt her, and not even an apology after.
Nothing much to add here, I agree with you, let me just underline the awful treatment Phil reserved to Melinda when he thought she was Hydra... All right, I get it, he must have felt overwhelmed discovering such huge betrayal from people in his organization to the point he felt he couldn’t be able to trust anyone, when he was raised in SHIELD with the “trust the system” drill in his head, valid for him until he died and was brought back, at least, not to mention the fact that he was kept in the shadows about this goddamn GH-325 secret by his closest (at least that’s what he thought she was) friend and ally, but just because he seemed to rely on Melinda so much that he decided to choose her as his “right-hand” for the task he accepted, I was flabbergasted that, after the first (comprehensible) moment of shock, he didn’t give her just a glimmer of benefit of the doubt, straight up assumed that she betrayed him and all... So was there nothing at all to be saved from their relationship until that moment that he could just pause just a second and consider that that was Melinda May he was crucifying, and I’m aware that it all happened so fast that there wasn’t a moment to breathe, let alone the chance of having a proper, lenghty conversation with her, but it took him too long, in my humble opinion, to realize that he couldn’t just throw whatever they had out of the window so rashly... Anyway, after the “epiphanic” Audrey episode the writers OBVIOUSLY never addressed the situation again, making us believe that between them it was all good again just by magic... mumble mumble... Thankfully there is fanfiction to fill in the gaps, because there is not a chance in the world I’ll be convinced that that evening, after Melinda brought Phil the infamous pendrive with the video about the TAHITI project, didn’t end up with them spending the night discussing everything and both apologizing AT LENGTH (in my universe there would have been also moments gradually and steadily reaching the R rating, but I would have been perfectly fine watching a scene with just them talking and making a real effort to clear things up and it would have actually made more sense considering canon, but they gave us nothing so whatever, I consider myself free to imagine whatever it pleases me :p )
I remember watching all of that some months ago and thinking he's going to to redeem himself by showing she the same kind of loyalty but then S2 and May was again with that massive devotion of hers, with the alien illness and the "real" SHIELD but what I got was Coulson lying to her repeatedly for no good reason. 3A was weird, I don't mind they had LIs, I actually really liked Andrew but they barely felt like friends imo. When Andrew/Lash was happening *Mack* was the only one who thought that maybe she could use a friend, that was bizarre.
WHEN HE ASKED HER TO KILL HIM IF THINGS GOT OUT OF CONTROL (and just that, my god, I understand that he trusts only her with everything at this point, not only SHIELD but even his life, but it’s rather a terrible thing to ask anyway), AND SHE INSTEAD HAD ALREADY PLANNED TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIFE IN A GODDAMN CABIN IN A PLACE SHE KNEW HE WANTED TO VISIT, DECIDING TO STAND BY HIS SIDE AND SUPPORT AND HELP HIM UNTIL THE VERY END... AND BY S5 SHE HELD UP TO HER WORD AND DID IT, EVEN IF IN A DIFFERENT PLACE...
“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, THAT’S MY PLAN”
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO DIG MYSELF A HOLE IN THE GARDEN AND CURL UP IN THERE FOR THE NEXT DECADE IF THAT ISN’T LOVE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS??!?!!!!! That sentence and her actions show her love for him more powerfully than any “I love you” voiced out, but ok, let’s carry on...
I could even let the fact that he didn’t tell her about Theta Protocol slide because of all that classified crap and such, even if she called him out brilliantly about him not having the right to know that as well him not being Director anymore (HA, sorry Coulson but take that!) - I’m not really sure it was that a valid reason the fact that he should have told her because Andrew was involved, I mean, idk, they were not even married anymore, I don’t think that officially it should have been her business to know, but surely, as his best friend, Phil maybe should have felt more of a moral obligation to inform her, also because I can’t really recall if Phil started seeing Andrew before he confessed Melinda about his writing impulses, but at some point she knew, so what was the harm on letting her know? Where was the logic in keeping at least that hidden from her? I’ll be damned if I know!
Anyway, what I seriously would have kicked Phil’s ass for is the fact that he, TWICE (as far as I remember at least) affirmed that he didn’t want to go to Melinda after the whole Andrew/Lash debacle because “she wouldn’t want me to go after her right now” “she’ll talk when she’s ready”... Phil... pal.... buddy... what the fuck???!!! I mean, ok, Melinda would have assured you that she was fine, especially if you approached her in public, but... you know... we know... THE WHOLE WORLD knows she wasn’t, how could she???!!! One fucking sentence, one “you know I’m here if you want to talk or anything” like she said to him, more than once, would have killed the writers to insert it?????!?!?!?! But no, not only he doesn’t reach to her (at least, we don’t see it and it isn’t even implied in the show)but in the meantime he proceedes to go out and have drinks and slEEP WITH ROSALIND AND START A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER WHAT THE HELL KINDA BEHAVIOUR IS THAT?????! His best friend is anguished, tormented and in pain, he should have at least stood by her bunk’s door all night just to reassure her he was there for whatever she needed, or at least stay at base, work, go to sleep, idk, with what spirit you go out and go on a date and everything???!! Why is that, to distract yourself?? Oh yeah, but he’s also working an angle here, yeah all work and duty and no play, eh, Coulson?! MELINDA NEEDED YOUR SUPPORT AND FRIENDSHIP FFS!!!!!!! Damn it, at least find time to show a scene in which he makes an effort to reach for her, then she is free to do anything she wants with his support and if she asks he’ll be considerate enough to leave her alone, but show us he tries, because that’s something I think Coulson would do!!!! Instead he apparently just straight up assumes that she doesn’t want anyone close in that moment so he doesn’t even bother to assure her that if she needs it, he’s there for her... I get it, we all know she closed off after Bahrain and all and she’s the kind of person who tends to keep things for herself, but it doesn’t hurt to at least let her know he’s available if she needs help, especially because she’d hate to bother him knowing well that he has a lot more to think about than just her? Listen, Coulson in certain instances could be a little dense, but I think he’d make such a reasoning, idk? Or am I assuming too much about him? But, as you said, even Mack voices his concerns about leaving her alone, someone who is not particularly close to her, but not Phil
3B was better but still too little. It's funny but two of my favorites scenes of the show were the one about the boundaries, SO much to unpack there and when called him on it when he said she was too quick to the trigger and Daisy wasn't Andrew, the murder vest was bad enough but damn he still went the extra mile, but if he's going to be a bastard, at least have May fight back because I don't think I could take more of him being a dick and May just taking and getting no apologies like in 2B.
Oh my god, OH MY GOD yes, that was the peak of the idiocy!! “You’re always so quick to the trigger” JESUS CHRIST PHIL HOW COULD YOU EVEN CONCEIVE TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER, TO MELINDA, HOW THE FUCK DOES YOUR BRAIN WORK????!!?!?!!? I seriously tend to erase all this stupidity in s3, I know it’s not fair to the show but I’m sorry, I really can’t stand that Phil could say shit like that to Melinda, I can barely recognize it as canon... Maybe it’s me who has created this version of Phil in my head that actually got things wrong about his character, maybe I’m misreading him and don’t really understand him fully (not that I have ever claimed that I do, anyway), because no matter how stressful this moment is for him and no matter how much pressure he is under, I can’t for the life of me accept that he would say those things and behave like that... S1 behaviour I understand even if it still pisses me off a bit but it’s definitely more comprehensible, but these aspects no, just no, no way... The writers kinda saved it with May taking no shit from him (thank god for that, at least) and him apologizing, even if that was still pretty mild according to me, but oh well, better than nothing at all I guess? Let’s try to convince ourselves of that...
S4 was kinda funny to me because they just turned it up to eleven but I appreciate we actually saw him showing love/devotion/loyalty, without S4 I don't think I could ship them as much and since S5 was also disappointing in my I need to believe Coulson loves her as much as she loves him thing there was little Philinda, but still we had May showing in actions and words her love for him and Coulson, well, I believe he loves her and I guess he kissed her, said he didn't want to leave her and invited her to spend a few days together before he died in front of her. Her SL in S6 was about how much she loved him but I knew that already lol and then emotional torture and death.
Definitely, I seriously don’t know what happened during s4 writing that convinced the writers to suddenly push on the accelerator with their relationship, but I’m actually grateful (see? I can also say good things about them lol ), even if in terms of continuity for their dynamic I’m not sure how much sense it makes unless you take for granted that interactions must have happened in between the seasons, things we obviously weren’t witnesses of... As you pointed out, otherwise it would have been pretty hard to root for them to get closer, because May deserves the world!
It’s kind of ironic in a way to see, despite her being not openly vocal and expressive in her affections, how much more Melinda has said and done to and for Phil compared to him for her - again, as it has been said, he had far more things to worry about than her, whose mission was mainly Phil from the very beginning, so he obviously was more preoccupied to allow himself the luxury of devoting himself to just one person, but still...
S6? What is that? I really have no idea what you’re talking about here... :p
And that's why I appreciate so much how the fics do the work on Couson's part because I don't think I would love the ship as much without it either. And I just find confusing why AoS decided to go for the ship if they didn't care much about committing to their relationship on screen.
Yes! And ah, at this point, especially after S6, I’m so deflated about some choices that were made that I hardly care about trying to understand what goes through the writers’ heads, so again, I’ll just take what I want and run away quickly before they catch me and throw me in the pit of misery again (lol, look how confident I seem, as if I firmly believe that I won’t be affected at all by S7... Mh mh, yeah, sure, stay tuned to find out how much I’ll fail despite me training myself not to get involved with the show like I used to be...)
#lives-ruined-and-bloodshed#reply for your life! reply for the hills!#I'm sorry this took so long to reply to#ok maybe you didn't even want t a reply to this idk#especially messy as this one is#also sorry for 'lashing out' like this#I guess this conversation gave me the opportunity to get some things out of my system about philinda#long post
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Also, do you have any good resources for understanding water hardness? I've seen units given as ppm, dH, KH, GH, and there seem to be at least five different standards for what one "degree" of hardness equals? I am just. very confused. Sorry for the question spam, I've been researching maybe setting up a tank for a while but some things are hard to find information about. Thank you for running this awsome blog!
Hi there! It does get a little complicated when you go into things and you’re like...yikes, what the hell does all this mean? You come into it knowing pH is important, and for sure ammonia, nitrites and nitrates are important, but KH and GH isn’t really discussed at length as those. IMO, they’re just as important and API should be including them in their Master Test Kits.
KH and GH are two different things, KH: Carbonate Hardness and GH: General Hardness. The two can differ when you do readings, so one can independently be lower or higher than the other with no real correlation between the two. What you’re most interested in would be the KH. as it’s the KH that can buffer your water’s acidity. Too high and your pH will remain alkaline, too low and your pH will swing as there is no buffer to balance it out.
Both of these measure how hard or soft your water is, but it’s usually the KH we focus on because that determines how you can adjust your pH.
dKH is Degrees of Carbonate Hardness, it can also be written as °KH. dKH can also be written as ppm, which is region specific. You can convert dKH into ppm and vice versa, or you can just use this handy link that does the math for you.
So, for most fish like tetras, rasboras, some catfish (plecos, corydoras, woodcats, the many different kinds of bumblebee cats, etc), loaches, eels and gouramis (includes bettas), you’re looking for a dKH of 4-6 which is not too hard but not too soft and will keep your pH stable as you add in botanicals and driftwood to lower the pH. For other fish like Central American livebearers, fish endemic to Lake Inle, Sulawesi or African Rift Valley cichlids, and brackish fish, you want a higher dKH and a higher pH.
I hope this kinda clears things up? If not, just lemme know,
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