triangular plot

simmppaa  asked:

Hi! I need a break from this whole finale mess. So could write an season 3 AU where Fitz goes to the monolith room but the stone is already liquid so he shoots the door and takes the shotgun with him to maveth. Your fics are so fun to read.

Hi @simmppaa! Thank you for the prompt!! This one actually seemed to write itself, so I hope you like how it turned out!

*Note: This fic disregards some of the more…triangular plots of Season 3A (just like I do lmao).




We need to say goodbye.

We need to say goodbye.

We need to say goodbye.

Coulson’s words continued to ring in Fitz’s head as he stalked out of the lab with purpose, heading straight for containment and that damn monolith. He couldn’t just say goodbye to Jemma, like she was just some…some person. She was Jemma, she was different – she was everything.

Fitz wasn’t giving up on her, no matter what Coulson said. There was one thing left to try, one last ditch effort, one desperate final attempt to find her. And if it didn’t work?

Well, he reasoned grimly as he grabbed a shotgun, either way it shook out, he’d still be with Jemma.

Once at the door of the storage room, Fitz tore down the caution tape without a second thought, kicking the door right open. He took two steps inside the room, then paused as he noticed the monolith just beginning to melt into its liquid form.

Perfect timing.

Leveling the shotgun, he blasted off the locks keeping the monolith contained, yanked open the door of the case, and not giving it another thought, Fitz jumped straight in.

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part 5: the plot thickens (not rly)

11:10 a.m., the morning after my outing with Joseph and friends

I feel like a mess when I wake up. I roll out of bed right onto the floor of my room, and I stay there for a while. I can barely remember what happened yesterday, other than Joseph driving me home and kissing me on the forehead before I got out of the car. I grab my phone to see if there are any texts that I missed; there are none. I wish Robert texted me. No matter how much I want to distance myself from him, I really do want to see him still.

I crawl from my floor to my shower, and once the water hits me I’m feeling energized again. After my shower I light my favorite candle and put on my comfiest pajamas. I grab the nearest word jumble and get to work.

2:13 p.m. i feel a quick rap on my window

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Building the Flatiron | Via

“Men would gather on 23rd Street in hopes of catching a glimpse of an ankle.”

In the late 19th century, the United States was experiencing an economic boom, which meant buildings in major cities grew faster and taller. The “skyscraper” was made possible by steel frameworks and the invention of the elevator.

The Fuller company, famed for its skyscraper designs, purchased a triangular plot in Manhattan on 23rd Street. The space was known as the Flatiron for its resemblance to a household clothes iron. Architect Daniel Burnham designed a building in the Beaux-Arts style, incorporating classical Roman features into a modern building with sculpted decoration.

During its construction, many thought the wind would blow the building down, due to its odd height and shape. Thus, it was nicknamed “Burnham’s Folly.”

The wind rumors added to the skyscraper’s notoriety. Unpredictable gusts around the building’s unique shape could knock people over and lift the skirts of ladies passing by. Men would gather on 23rd Street in hopes of catching a glimpse of an ankle. Supposedly, policemen shooing gawkers away was the origin of the popular phrase “23 Skiddoo.”

Upon completion in June 1902, the 20-story Flatiron Building was the tallest building in New York. It was originally intended to be called the Fuller Building, but the Flatiron name stuck and was eventually adopted officially. The neighborhood around it is called the Flatiron District to this day.


On April 12, 1965, a small group of people gathered at the triangular plot on Pennsylvania Avenue near the National Archives Building in Washington, DC.

The family and close friends of President Franklin D. Roosevelt had assembled to dedicate a memorial to the late President on the 20th anniversary of his death.

The memorial is very much unlike the current FDR Memorial on the tidal basin. It is a small and simple block of marble made from the same quarry as the FDR’s gravestone at Hyde Park, NY. The memorial was paid for by private donations that were not made public (although their names are sealed into the base of the stone).

The modest design was intentional—on September 26, 1941, Roosevelt had told his friend Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter:

“If any memorial is erected to me, I know exactly what I should like it to be. I should like it to consist of a block about the size of this (putting his hand on his desk) and placed in the center of that green plot in front of the Archives Building. I don’t care what it is made of, whether limestone or granite or whatnot, but I want it plain without any ornamentation, with the simple carving, ‘In Memory of ____’.”

Today you can still visit this original FDR Memorial by stopping by the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue and 9th Street, NW, next to the National Archives Building in Washington, DC.

Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library and Museum​ #OTD #FDR #memorial