#temp queue tag

[untamedtempest]

(Mun's opinion, based on what I've read/can recall. 100% cool to see it different. )

St.orm 2024 #7

Canon 616 T.ony and O.roro aren't friends. They are coworkers at best. She doesn't like him. Her letting him get away with bringing women to the Sanctuary aside, these pages cemented this dynamic for them in my mind. It's been there for years. Nearly every time, no matter what the world, O.roro is annoyed to angered by most things coming out of T.ony's mouth. And him threatening her here >> The rich, I know better than everyone because of IQ cis het white man is a brand she knows well by way of C.harles, only with C.harles there was a family /mentor bond at some point.

This is an I don't do things for you just cause relationship. A you're unavoidable/ even necessary and you often need me kinda of thing. Someone to put up with, trusted as far as his interest stretch. And when you think about how well E.mma and T.ony get along in recent years O.roro's dislike of him makes even more sense.

It's not hate; this is dislike, don't care for, tolerate I'm talking that ballpark. And thank you cause not every person you encounter is going to trigger one side of an exterm or the other; some are just sort of mid. Her not getting along with or being admired by everyone is a good.

[untamedtempest]

@70yearsofwinter

SEBASTIAN STAN PHOTOGRAPHED BY MATHIEU RAINAUD FOR L'OFFICIEL MALAYSIA

[fleurmcrte]

tag drop.

[hellfollowed]

TEST TUBE BABY

/ HUA MǍ /

25 / disgraced idol / soloist / mean girl on a redemption arc.

/ SINCERE WILSON /

38 / mysteriously disappeared as a child, only to return a year later.

[untamedtempest]

@itsbeentwelveyears

The relationship between Storm and Gambit summed up in a text message.

[untamedtempest]

Anon asked: The mutants should peace out to Asgard tbh

Random nonnie has read my sixth-grade fanfic, apparently.

Alas, it's a wonderful wish, but not actually a fix. Since humans will keep producing more mutants. Now it would set up a good story

Like, even excluding the X-Men, you're telling me the world's governments aren't considering that mutants are fleeing, claiming asylum on another planet/realm?

How does that make them look in the wider eyes of the galaxy, on top of losing out on whatever benefits could be gained from those mutants' abilities? Another Scott with 500 nukes behind his eyes, all the applications for Ororo powers, a mind like Hank's, a powerful healer etc, grateful to escape from Earth or growing up on Asgard, either way, loyalty wouldn't be to humanity. Like, they don't have to worry about Thor and his people because they're generally written as good. But even without a significant mutant population, it doesn't mean governments don't lose sleep over the what-if. Now, let's send a good chunk of the people who might pose any kind of defense over there.

Then you can get into how it's not really about the fear of mutants so much as the want to control them when they try to pass laws to stop the mutants from leaving.

It'd be great stuff, especially in the wake of the fall of Krakoa, but instead of that, we're getting Age of Apocalypse, again.

[listcners-archived]

stop following me! // quackity to wilbur

"And what makes you think I'm following you?" Wilbur grinned, trying to act innocent. "I was just going for a walk. It's not a crime to do that is it?"

[untamedtempest]

@itsbeentwelveyears

Remy Lebeau

[lillaydee]

Coulda

Asshole/Idiotic Joel Miller / F Reader

You found the perfect man. The man of your dreams. Unfortunately, you were not the only one who thought so.

WARNINGS: Angst, Jealousy, Heartbreak, bff, The Other Woman, Joel Miller is a blind idiot, Joel Miller is an asshole, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Miscarriage.

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@bergamote-catsandbooks @joelalorian @letsgobarbs @jessthebaker

MASTER LIST

You were a temp at the company he was building for, still going through college. He was just a small time contractor. Just starting out. It was him alone then, his brother not yet part of his company. He came to your window to collect his weekly payment. When he smiled at you, you felt as if you were struck by lightning. Your entire body lit up. You even looked around behind you to see if there was any gorgeous woman behind you that he was smiling at. But no, he was smiling at you.

There began the small talk, the subtle flirting, the lingering looks and smiles. He began letting others go ahead of him in the line, wanting to stay back to talk to you. He usually came in on Fridays, one of the three days you worked.

You had exams two Fridays in a row and did not go to work. You wondered if he looked for you, if he flirted with the girls who took over from you. You wondered if he asked them about you. If he thought about you at all.

The Friday you came back, you waited anxiously as the line of contractors walked in for their payments, butterflies filling your stomach as you looked forward to see his gorgeous face again. And then you saw him walk in, eyes down, a serious look on his face. He stood in the queue with a sourpuss on, not realizing you were back, and his face lit up like Christmas came early when he heard your voice greet him and realized it was you at the window, that you had come back.

“I thought I was never gonna see you again,” he had mumbled.

“Oh, I’m just a temp here. I had exams the last couple of weeks. So…”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. He took his cheque and said a soft good bye – there were people behind him waiting for their payments. So he didn’t linger. He did stop before leaving, as if contemplating, but he left, nonetheless.

You found him in the parking lot, waiting for you. You asked him if there was something he needed, if he had forgotten something? He said yes, he did forget something. He was flustered. Hands in pockets, shoulders up to his ears, head down, asking you if you would want to go out with him.

“Didn’t like not seeing you like that,” he said, a shy smile on his lips, his hand going the back of his neck, absent-mindedly scratching a non-existent itch. “I didn’t want to go weeks without seeing you again.”

God, you were flattered. He was extremely good looking. You knew the other ladies in the office had eyes on him. They all looked forward to Fridays, all clamouring to get your position at the window just to talk to him. They all gave you the evil eye when you came back to work this week. Apparently, both girls who took your spot the last two Fridays had told everyone that all he did beside signing his name on the form was ask if you were coming back.  

He took you out for a drink that night. A movie the next night. Dinner the night after that.

He called you every single day when you went back to your hometown for the break. Drove all the way over to pick you up when your break was over a few weeks later.

When he kissed you for the first time, you saw stars.

And when he made love to you, you swore he took you to heaven and back.

My God, you were stupid in love, and there was nothing anyone could say to snap you out of it.

Your friends were jealous, yet extremely happy for you. His family loved you. His parents introduced you as their new daughter to their friends. His brother Tommy called you the sister he never had. The man himself spoiled the living shit out of you. You were his reason for living, he told you. He was head over heels in love with you. He wanted to marry you. Have babies with you. Grow old with you.

Oh, how blessed your life was.

About two years after the two of you started dating, he finally introduced you to her.

Her.

They had been friends forever. They were BFFs. Best friends forever. But as far as you were aware, they were never a couple. That much was made very clear. Apparently, he was not her kind of man. Her kind of man comes from a certain background, and he was not that kind of a man. He had never been and never will be.

You know, the old money kind. 

His Mama worked for her family. The domestic. She used to bring him along back when they couldn’t afford daycare. They became friends. They went to different schools when school started, but he still went to her house when his Mama worked during the school holidays. The family took him and his Mama along on vacations, let him hang around at parties when his Mama worked, and the two just spent their time entertaining each other during those boring adult parties and vacations. Their lives were vastly different, but they were inseparable.

So they remained friends. He was always a shoulder for her to cry on. Her port in a storm. And boy oh boy was she caught in a slew of them throughout their friendship. Every single time those old money kinda men broke her heart, Joel was there to pick up the pieces and put her together again. And he would be her everything, until she found the next one who was her kind of man.

It was during her haze of being with one such man that he met you.

He introduced you to her when she came back for the holidays. It wasn’t due to his lack of trying that you had never met her, it was just logistics. She lived overseas with her suitor. They only came back for the holidays because they got engaged, so the holidays had a dual purpose.

She shrieked when she realized it was you, the woman her BFF had not been able to shut up about. She hugged you tight and called you sis. She dragged you around to introduce you to her family. Everyone was excited to meet you. So this was the woman who got Joel Miller down on his knees, they teased. Joel stood next to you, red in the face, his hand on yours, fingers entwined, happy that his second family was so accepting and approving of you.

Throughout her stay, she included you in her hangouts. Her friends were very nice, surprisingly not the hoity-toity rich kids you thought they would be at all. They were all married to their high school sweethearts, some of whom were Joel’s former classmates, all working and living a simple life away from their wealthy upbringing.

You were happy. You met the man of your dreams, his family loved you, his friends loved you, and most important of all, he loved you.

Your family adored him. Not only was he a gentleman, but he was also kind, loving, caring, and extremely respectful of your family. Your Mom couldn’t stop gushing about him. Your Dad was over the moon that you had brought home a good, hardworking man to introduce to him. He had no doubt Joel Miller would take good care of his little girl.

When your parents visited during your college graduation, his family invited your family around for dinner. You and Joel sat at the table and watched as your parents talked to each other as if they were lifelong friends, your Moms gossiping about the latest shared favourite soap opera drama at the table as if the characters were someone they both knew, practically squirming with anger at the antagonistic girl that had just spoiled the protagonist’s wedding day. Your Dads talked politics, both moaning about the state of the country, your brother and Tommy shaking their heads at the abysmal performance their favourite team had put forth so far.

Just before they left town, Joel took your Dad and brother out for a drink. They came home to your shared apartment drunk but happy, His Dad and Tommy winking at you as they dropped the three men off.

The morning your family were due to leave town, the two families came together for brunch. Instead of orange juice, you were served mimosas, and Joel got on his knee and asked you to marry him.

Oh, how perfect your life was.

When she was told, she called you, absolutely elated with happiness and excitement that her BFF was getting married. She had gone back to the country she was living in at that point and called you every other week to ask about wedding plans. You and Joel planned to marry soon, a small wedding, just close family and friends. Hers on the other hand was due to take place the year after, a huge celebration on an exotic island. Her fiancé was a prominent figure, small town weddings simply won’t do.

When the date was all set and looming, Joel received news that she had called off her engagement. Typical of a wealthy, good-looking man that her fiancé was, she found out he had other ladies. The ones he had at the ready at every single business locations he had been leaving her at home alone for over the years they had been together. She called your fiancé, her BFF, absolutely broken and shattered, crying into the phone for hours. He stayed online with her, consoling his best friend, telling her he was there for her, that she deserved better, that she could always come back home and start over.

She called you a week before your wedding to apologize for not being able to attend. She was too heartbroken, too sensitive, too fragile to attend an event where love was the centre of attention to go. She didn’t want to take away from your special day, would rather not attend only to take attention away from the beautiful bride by bursting into tears in the corner. To make up for it, she was sending you and Joel away on a dream honeymoon, all paid for, first class everything, only the best for her best friend and the woman of his dreams, she told you.

Joel was understandably disappointed that his best friend wouldn’t be attending his big day, but even he could understand how upsetting it would be for her to attend. You could too, how could one sit there and celebrate someone else’s love when your own had been shattered into smithereens?

The big day arrived. Everything was going perfectly. The ceremony went down without a hitch. Joel cried his eyes out when he saw you walk down the aisle. The two of you practically sobbed your way through the vows, both far too emotional and happy that this day had come.

And when the two of you kissed for the first time as husband and wife, you felt as if you were in a protective bubble, safe and sound, just the two of you, ready to take your next steps into the world as a couple, the start of your own little happy family.

The reception was a dream. The food was wonderful, the music was perfect. Everyone was just happy for the two of you. You couldn’t take your eyes off your new husband, and he, you. He didn’t let go of your hand all night, whispering naughty things to you, getting you all worked up and shy from his teasing, telling you the things he was going to do to you the moment the two of you were alone.

The two of you were lost in each other during the first dance, bodies together, cheek to cheek, both elated to have found each other. Everyone was standing around the dance floor, practically cooing at the sight of the two of you, happy and in love, the beautiful, loving couple.

And then the door to the hall opened with a dramatic bang. So loud the music stopped.

She was standing there, looking drop dead gorgeous, in a white dress.

And not just any white dress either.  

Her beautiful, very-expensive, dripping-in-crystals-and-money, opulent, ballroom-style-wedding-gown, custom-made white dress.

She walked towards the dance floor, her Louboutin stilettos cracking like gunshots as she made her way to you and your new husband. She hugged you, whispering a teary congratulations, asking you if she could cut in.

It was as if you had floated out of your body, watching as your body in the simple white dress, the one that now looked like a worn out hospital gown compared to her grand, intricate, one-of-a-kind Vera Wang, step to the side, allowing her to take your place in your new husband’s arms.

And he, in return, pulled her close, told her how beautiful she looked, turned to the band and told them to continue.

You, along with the rest of your stunned guests and family, watched as he twirled her around the dance floor, on your wedding day, during what should have been your first dance, dancing to the music you had chosen to commemorate this happy occasion for you and him. But here you were, standing at the sideline as he swayed with her instead of you.  

You could have said something, but your tongue was tied. You could have cut back in, but you didn’t want to make a scene. You could have walked out of there, but your feet were glued to the ground.

You coulda.

Woulda

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[untamedtempest]

I've noticed a running gag on this blog that often when Ro's in the mindset to get her sexy on her partners, either drop sidetracking emotional romance or utter chaos. *squints at*

[lilias42]

De nouveau merci à @ladyniniane pour le tag !

Pourquoi avoir choisi ton url ? J'ai toujours utilisé ce pseudo "Lilias42" où que je sois depuis toute petite alors, j'ai continué. ça vient du pokémon Lilia car je trouvais son nom joli mais, ça devait être déjà pris alors, j'ai rajouté un "S"

Des blogs annexes ? Aucun. J'avais pensé à un moment de m'en créer un pour poster les fiches que j'avais faites pour mon master, ça aurait centralisé toutes les informations en français mais, étant donné que j'ai des photos sous licence, ce serait limite-limite niveau légalité et droit d'auteur et je n'ai plus vraiment l'énergie pour le faire. Un jour peut-être alors.

Depuis combien de temps es-tu sur Tumblr ? D'après mes archives, juillet 2021... nom d'une aile que le temps passe vite !

Avez-vous une balise de file d'attente / queue tag ? J'ai pas mal de brouillons mais, pas de fil d'attente en cours ou de tag spécifique pour ça. Sinon, je note toujours mon travail avec un tag "écriture de curieuse" / "dessin de curieuse" / "[insérer type de sujet de billet possible] de curieuse" ... histoire de retrouver ce que j'ai fait auparavant

Pourquoi as-tu commencé ton blog ? Je crois que je voulais accéder à certains blogs bloquant les anonymes et pour rebloguer des billets que j'aimais bien

Pourquoi as-tu choisi ton icône / pfp ? Il s'agit d'Aura, mon plus vieil OC que j'utilise aussi souvent pour me représenter. Avant, c'était Castti Florenz, mon personnage préféré d'Octopath Traveler II. C'était une image officielle que je trouvais joli, et ça m'évitait d'avoir de potentiels ennuis en reprenant un fanart, hors de question de voler quelqu'un.

Pourquoi avoir choisi ton en-tête ? C'est une image officielle de Sothis dans Fire Emblem Three House. Son personnage a un TAS de problème mais, je trouvais cette image cool, elle est officielle en accès libre et comme mon blog parle surtout de ce jeu et de mes fanfics autour, ceci explique cela !

Quel est ton article avec le plus de notes ? Alors là... aucune maudite idée... peut-être mon billet sur l'origine de Pan vu qu'il a été reblogué par le compte officiel de la semaine spécial OC. Mes dessins semblent plus intéressé que mes écrits en tout cas mais, c'est surement parce que c'est plus facile à comprendre que des billets de plus de 50 pages de Word écrit en français, les dessins sont plus universels...

Combien de mutuelles avez-vous ? Les mutuels, c'est les gens qui sont abonnés à nous et où on est nous-mêmes abonnés à eux , c'est ça ? Alors... tatata... on est 6 !

Combien d'abonné as-tu ? On est 18 à bord ! Aucune idée de comment on a pu être aussi nombreux sur un blog avec surtout du texte, des dessins de personnes tordues et écrit en français mais, je trouve ça déjà énorme ! Merci beaucoup tout le monde !

Combien de personnes suivez-vous ? 88 abonnement en tout ! J'essaye de ne pas suivre trop de monde afin de ne pas encombré mon fil d'actualité et pouvoir en lire un maximum, d'où le fait que je ne m'abonne pas souvent à ceux qui me suivent.

Avez-vous déjà écrit un shitpost ? Des billets critiques assez énervées au sujet d'une scène ou d'un élément de 3nopes d'une histoire que je trouvais mal fait, oui, c'est déjà arrivé, même si j'argumente toujours et je ne crache pas sans raison sur un truc. Mais écrire quelque chose d'énerver, pour troller gratuitement des gens qui n'ont rien demandé ou juste cracher sur quelque chose sans argument ? Non, et je n'ai pas envie d'en faire, je trouverais ça profondément crétin de juste cracher sur quelque chose sans justifier pourquoi je pense que c'est mauvais, encore plus si c'est juste pour énerver les gens, pour ensuite retomber dessus et me dire que j'ai craché ma haine stupidement juste pour cracher. Je préfère garder mes billets et mon énergie pour des trucs que j'aime ou que je trouve drôle. Quitte à m'énerver, je m'énerve dans mon coin et ça en reste-là, ça reste pas gravé dans les méandres d'internet.

A quelle fréquence utilisez-vous Tumblr chaque jour ? Plusieurs fois par jour, surtout que c'est le seul "réseau social" que j'utilise et où je poste.

Vous êtes-vous déjà disputé avec un autre blogueur ? Non, et je n'espère pas que ça arrivera. De toute façon, dès que je voie certains utilisateurs qui ont l'air d'être nerveux ou juste là pour se battre avec tout le monde, je les bloque à vue histoire de rester tranquille. En plus, la plupart des temps, c'est des anglophones que je bloque alors, se disputer dans deux langues différentes en devant traduire un drama, ce qui apporte toooouuus les risques de mal interprété les choses car, certains mots n'ont pas la même portée en français qu'en anglais... c'est bon, ce serait une pure perte de temps et j'ai des choses plus intéressantes à faire de mon temps que me battre sur internet avec des gens à l'autre bout de la planète que je ne connais même pas, tout en sachant que de toute façon, ça finira avec personne qui ne bouge sur ses positions.

Que pensez-vous des messages du type "tu dois rebloguer ceci" ? Quand c'est des gens que je ne connais pas, c'est de l'eau sur les plumes d'un canard, ça ne me fait ni chaud ni froid et de toute façon, soit j'aurais la flemme d'encombrer mon blog avec, soit j'oublierai. Déjà que je reblogue rarement...

Aimez-vous les jeux de tags ? Oui !

Aimez-vous les jeux de questions ? Evidemment ! Aucune idée où les trouver directement sur Tumblr à part au petit bonheur la chance et quand j'en trouve un, j'oublie souvent de le rebloguer en le mettant dans mes favoris ou en brouillon mais, j'aime bien ça !

Lequel de vos mutuels est célèbre sur Tumblr ? Vu qu'on ne peut pas voir le nombre d'abonné des gens, aucune idée. J'aurais bien ma petite idée sur qui pourrait l'être mais bon, c'est un peu le cadet de mes soucis. En plus, est-ce que c'est si important que ça ? On est là pour s'amuser et parler de fandom, ce n'est pas une course à la popularité.

Vous avez le béguin pour un mutuel ? Non.

Des tags ? Alors... voyons... allez @mwezina , @fuckingferalhawks , @sinniel ! C'est déjà pas mal ! Et évidemment, tout ceux qui ont envie de faire le test, n'hésitez pas !

[untamedtempest]

A brow arched, and arms folded Ororo was prepared for an argument. Modern society utterly collapsed, but some things never changed, and among them, her wife's need to guard their family even at risk to her health.

Her features instantly softened when Evelyn moved towards the children. The lack of protest only proved how exhausted Eve was. This second wind Ororo's caught is good timing.

"I'll give you a solid four hours," she said, looking at the watch on her wrist. "Kids should be up and ready to dig into what's left of the rations." Before reaching for the rifle, fingers found love's dirt-smeared arm gently, drawing the other woman to her for a soft kiss. "In the morning, we should eat, wash up in the river, and then I'll take a quick nap before we pack up. Sound good?"

@untamedtempest asked:"we'll take turns keeping watch."

"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for taking a break, adjust as necessary

her groan fills the small camp site, their children are curled into each other across the tent. her back aches from the hard dirt floor of the camp ground, they have been taking turns since they parted the previous group. her wife's back is illuminated by the small fire she managed to create.

she knew the dangers they faced were unknown, granted it was better than the group they were apart of. she rather face the unknown with Ororo than face the group.

' make sure to wake me up soon.'

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[untamedtempest]

"Gres-" She'd forgotten about her throat, just long enough for that first syllable to sting and drawing a hand from underneath the cover to rest against her neck. "Ahem…" Dear goddess, her tips were trashed, scratching delicate skin almost as much as the attempt to speak. "You should grease that," she rasped, body shifting against the mattress hoping to sink back into unconscious bliss.

What was so important it couldn't wait till sunrise, till a shower, or even better after her first cup of tea?

"Or quit tinkering-" Ororo's mind so easily set working by the jeweler that hope was quickly dashed, and with one hand keeping a sheet to her chest, she slowly sat up. The sight that greeted her blinking eyes far from the one expected.

Instead of scrunched over the coffee table with tools meticulously laid out around him seven feet of man attempted to cram into about half as much space.

"What are you…" No, she couldn't, or more precisely, she shouldn't laugh. Better to avoid bruising her larynx and his pride by pressing her lips together and collecting her thoughts. "Is there a good reason you would cosplay a sardine than ask to share the bed?" She was mostly successful, with only three tiny bubbles mid-question.

Robust as the thief was, wrestling sweaty muscle-heads in guard uniforms was exhausting work, especially when one had been removed bodily from their attempt at armbarring her into strangled compliance. Her goodnight had been hoarse, even with the heaped manuka honey tea he had sourced from a booth along the canals.

She lay sleeping in the moonlight of the open window, victim of a lack of curtains. Their last minute hotel was the kind with google reviews calling it chic, or quaint. The stained-glass panelling 'so pretty!!!' What uncultured traveller would want to cover that kind of art up with boring curtains?

Loki had a vehement wish that all architects and designers be made to sleep in their own creation at least once.

Insomnia found the mountain perched at the edge of the cuck chair here - this one seemed to be a metal daybed with a thin mattress, too thin to stop the decorative slats from digging into ones ass - his knees splayed, and working quite fine in the full-moon glare.

@untamedtempest