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Apparently the chances for midnight sons aren't to bad, since they keep introducing characters that were part of the team? For example werewolf by the night, the halloween special this year, was also a member. So i really hope they do this! And if they do it, that they bring back gabriel luna! Angents of shield belongs to the mcu, so it should be him as ghost rider!
yes he was so good!!! https://screenrant.com/gabriel-luna-ghost-rider-agents-shield-mcu-return-response/
and according to this article Gabe is ready to come back!
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hitchell-mope · 3 years
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Like I’ve said at least twice before. Tripp, Lincoln, Robbie, Daniel. ALL of them are so much better for her then the Nazi fuckwit
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hamburgerheroes · 4 years
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He’s such a husband💕
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Anyway, wonder what is the black hair unhinged male character archetype called? Imagine isekai protagonist but feral
Some examples include: Toji Fushiguro, Naofumi in the first few chapters you know the ones and Akira Fudo after he becomes devilman
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thompsborn · 3 years
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UHHHHH
EPISODE THREE OF WHAT IF, ANYONE?
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                                                The Tango.
                                                                   INDEPENDENT NCIS RP
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que-mint-tea · 4 years
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🌻 May and Alya headcanons 🌻
For @would-die-for-fitzsimmons enjoy all the adorableness 💕💕💕
So let’s establish this: Alya adores May
Something about her just makes Alya feel...safe?
Ever since she caught her sparring with some academy students one time for their field training, she fell completely in a w e with how amazingly badass May is
She’s looked up to her ever since
Aaaaand of course has made the logical conclusion that to be like May she has to follow her around l i t e r a l l y all the time and copy everything she does
May will be walking down the hallway and just hear the little pitter patter of tiny feet behind her
Alya, of course, thinks she’s being incredibly secretiveTM as if she wasn’t trying to stalk one of the most skilled SHIELD agents in existence..
May stops walking? so does Alya. She carries on? Alya’s right behind her...
“Alya, what are you doing?”
“i’m learning to be cool, like you :)”
May has to bite her lip to stop from smiling
“Huh. Well, you’re gonna have to get a lot better at secretly following people if you want to be ‘cool like me’”
Alya, obviously, takes that as an invitation to walk almost everywhere with May & they start spending time together more often
Very much more often
May starts teaching Alya self-defence
.......with ‘cool-down’ sessions where the two will meditate or drink green tea while discussing “super secret angent stuff” as Alya likes to call it
In truth it’s just May telling her stories of the team’s various missions while Alya listents like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe completely ✨s h o o k✨
One time when she gets to the part about Coulson ‘getting very sick’ May gets emotional and Alya decides to hold her hand with her tiny little one
Oblivious to her, May can now feel all the concern and love and admiration the little girl feels for her at the contact and finds it hard to stop the tears..
During one other of such ‘storytimes’ about how May had to hide the iced body of a superior Simmons had shot by accident, Alya asks
“ ..if you kept helping mummy even when she did very silly things... does that mean you really really love her?”
“..I do. I’d never admit it but.. she’s like a daughter to me.”
Huh. If her mummy is May’s daughter, that must make her.... Alya takes a mental note of that
And one time when Fitzsimmons are making their usual fancy tea and ask:
“How much milk and sugar would you like in your tea, monkey?”
She replies with: “None please”
“..None?”
“Mhmm. I’d just like it plain.”
“Okay sweetheart but..since when is that the way you like your tea?”
“That’s the way Nana and I always have it”
“You and..who?”
“Nana”
“....Nana?”
“Mhmm. Nana May.”
Simmons is positively overhwelmed with emotion and gives Fitz the most ecstatic, watery smile before handing their daughter her tea.
“Here you go, monkey. Just like your Nana May drinks it.”
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mthofferings2018 · 5 years
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smolcritic · 6 years
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Rules: list your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms.
I really like this one. Tagged by @myshipissyncing
1. Veronica Mars - played by Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars)
2. Root - played by Amy Acker (Person of Interest)
3. Elena Alvarez - played by Isabelle Gomez (One Day at a Time)
4. Jules Thomas - played by Eliza Bennett (Sweet/Vicious)
5. Wynonna Earp - played by Melanie Scrofano (Wynonna Earp)
6. Lena Luthor - played by Katie McGrath (Supergirl)
7. Angent Daisy Johnson formerly known as Skye - played by Chloe Bennett (Marvel Agents of Shield)
8. Piper Halliwell - Played by Holly Marie Combs (Charmed)
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Bloody Saturday
Kvennesviga - Skålevik - Norway - Saturday 8:30 am
Sven dove in his part of the breakfast with much gusto, completely unfazed by the new decorum of his front door. I was a little more affected, oddly, and it fascinated me.  I had thought I was a horror junkie, an enthusiastic connoisseur of the splatter and gore, but confronted with real blood, in this foreign land, in this otherwise quaint and peaceful bit of the world, it felt odd, unsavory, and I had to admit, more than the blood, the unjustified hatred and act of useless violence towards the inhabitant and proprietor of the place was what was really getting to me. I didn’t know the man - barely knew his name and age - but he didn’t strike me as one deserving any sort of ill intended retribution of any sort. 
“You’re not eating yours?” He inquired, his plate empty, safe for two grapes.
I gladly offered him my plate. 
“How can you eat with such appetite?”
“Because it’s delicious!” He managed to answer between two bites and some chewing, making me snicker.
I leaned back on my chair and just watch him stuff himself, smiling, bemused, swayed, fascinated by own blossoming feelings, wondering if all of this was illusory or something more. I was too used to be the Queen of Swords, strong, independent, unapologetically single. Fascinating man. But, like with all other men, the moment I felt their interest in me, I automatically start raising my shields, retreat in my fortress and almost shake and tremble in fear. 
“Are you okay?” He asked finishing the second bread slice with cheesy scrambled eggs.
“Mmhm!” I tried to be uplifting but I knew it came across fake.
“I can walk you back to your lodging if you don’t feel safe.” 
And I could just about feel his concern and a hint of sadness or disappointment in his voice.
“But I’m fairly sure the police would like to have your deposition too.’ He added a bit coldly, just stating the facts.
“It’s really nothing, I swear. I’m okay.”
But I wasn’t okay. I was catching feels and I was afraid. I smiled and got up to collect the dishes to wash them. 
“I have only small ... not a complaint... really... you forgot the sugar in my coffee.” He pout-smiled joining me at the sink. 
Since when did men, who consumed their coffee blacker than the deepest pits of hell, put sugar in it? That was answered when I got gently pinned against the counter, one of his arms around my waist, a hand on my jawline, meaninglessly struggling to steal a moment to stop smiling stupidly, trying to regain enough composure to pay attention to his quite enthusiastic appreciation of my amendment for the lack of sugar in his coffee. 
And obviously, because Life being itself, rolls by none of the usual cinematic bullshit rules, and clearly and bluntly refuses to give a helping hand when you’d wish for the saving grace of a ringing bell, will shamelessly knock on the front door just when you have settled down to appreciate and fully savor local flavors, asking for a little more, joyfully indulging in reasonable passion. 
“That must be the police.” He whispered pulling back and I was already missing his warmth. 
I snuck a hand in his and tagged along to greet the lucky officers whose day was blessed with pig blood painted insult on an otherwise nondescript villager’s front door. 
I nearly had a heart attack when my eyes landed on the male officer. 
“We shared a table a couple days ago in a restaurant downtown!” He smiled widely at us.
“Yes.” I nodded. 
Downtown being a loose appellation for the bulkier populated center lot of the mainland. 
“Officer Blunt. Samuel Blunt.”
We shook hands and I dropped my name. 
“I will need official ID for the records.”
“Sure. Right.” I went to fetch my passport while Sven invited the older female agent, probably the only detective in a few miles around, to sit in the living room. 
“What is your relation to Mr. Iskaar and in what capacity are you visiting Norway?”
My relation ... euhm... you mean the enjoyable exchange of salivary bacteria you so charmingly interrupted? And in what capacity I am visiting ... euhm... trying to heal a broken heart, does it count? I thought the cooler winds of Norway would appease the hurt, but, in the process of this much needed cooling off, I found myself catching feels for one of your locals. Is that good for you, Officer?
“I met Mr. Iskaar Thursday morning at the Lion’s Den, I was watching the football game and he ended up paying for my breakfast and a beer.” I observed the agent write down key words. “We met, randomly the next morning, on the rocks on the edge of the island and this morning on my way to the Oksøy Lighthouse.”
“So you two are dating?” He held his pen mid air, waiting for my confirmation.
I don’t know... are we?
“I’m sorry. That was unprofessional. I apologize.” He blurted out noticing my unease and uncertainty. “In what capacity are you in Norway?” 
“Vacation. I needed a week or two off and away my real life.” 
“I will need the both of you at the precinct for an official witness report, and photocopy of your passport along with your deposition.” 
I nodded, peeking over at Sven who was extensively listing something in Norwegian. That would explain why he wasn’t especially affected this morning. 
Vågsbygd police station - Kristiansand, NorwayNorway - Saturday 10:00   
The police station was a tall, imposing, light silver grey, concrete building towering a whooping eight floors by thirteen sections running the length of it, making me wonder if Norway’s crime was reaching such impressively extensive levels as to justify the need for such an imposing building and staff resource. 
After a myriad of corridors, we were each comfortably set up in separate interrogation rooms, my passport was quickly taken care of and given back to me before an even younger agent came in, later followed by the female agent who was assigned the case. 
“This is agent Brager, he’s here to assist me.” She said in a cold matter of fact tone. I nodded. “I’m detective Erdahl, assigned to this case.”
“Nice to meet you Detective” I didn’t take the risk to mispronounce her family name. I wasn’t yet confident in my skills of putting the right weight on the right vowels or this or that end of the word. “And agent... officer...” I smile at the youngling setting up the recording camera on the table.
“Miss Maté” Detective Erdahl adressed me after the usual attributed case file number, location, date, hour “Please clarify your relationship with Mister Iskaar, for the records.”
I repeated the facts. Thursday morning. The pub. The breakfast. I had every intention of paying for my meal myself, but he was apparently swayed by a foreigner wearing the local team’s colors, and felt inclined to show appreciation for my my own enthusiastic appreciation of his country’s professional soccer team. We ended up watching the game together after which we had walked around, sat down for a coffee, after which we parted ways, only to find each other, coincidentally, the next morning, on the rocks on the edge of the island. Our odd adventure added a third chance encounter this very morning on my way to the lighthouse.
“How well do you know Mister Iskaar ?” Agent Brager asked.
“I know his name, his age and his civic address.” Obviously, having had breakfast at his place twice by now. 
“Since when are you in Norway and in Skålevik?” Cold fact Detective Erdahl back in action
“Since Sunday. I got here last week. And I’m here for two more weeks.” 
Angent Brager scribbled that down.
“How many people do you personally know, here in  Skålevik?” 
“Magnus and Vilde Haaland, I am lodging at their Bread and Breakfast Inn. I could recognize the barman from Løvehulen and I had shared a dinner table for the time of a meal with agent Blunt Wednesday. The restaurant was jam packed and he had courteously asked if I wouldn’t mind sharing my table. I didn’t know who he was or what his profession was.” 
Agent Brager scribbled more notes. 
“So you do not know Mister Iskaar’s profession, reputation, background history - no intimate detail of his persona.” Detective Erdahl poked. 
Apart from he fact that his cologne is intoxicating and I’m developing an undeniable appreciation of his kissing skills - oh - and the scary realization of me potentially - definitely - catching feels for the said Mister Iskaar, no, I do no know any relevant detail pertaining to his persona. 
“Nope.” I shook my head. 
“Thank you Miss Maté.” Cold, mater of fact from breath to exhale. 
Can I get the fuck out and go home now?
And then it hit me. How do we get home?
Agent Brager walked me back through a myriad of corridors to the front reception area where Sven was casually waiting for me, hands in pockets, studying a random informative poster on the wall. 
“I’ll be driving you two home.” He smiled courteously and relief washed over me.
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hitchell-mope · 3 years
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Oh poor Melinda
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Homem-aranha 🕸esse uniforme é da SHIELD angente spider🕷 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bss_ujxljaP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mx5niapzpms7
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azaraspirit · 5 years
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starting watching angents of shield and its not bad!!!!
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radroller · 6 years
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God does anyone remember that one phase where DC bought a bunch of superhero properties to try and reboot them? I remember them buying Angents of T.H.U.N.D.E.R. and a bunch of Red Circle heroes like the Shield and the Web. That shit was really weird, but i do remember liking the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. agents book. I guess it just didn’t pan out the way DC wanted what with the reboot wiping away any trace of them.
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Hale: Do you know Daniel Whitehall?
Coulson: I buried him.
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