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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

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Oh god why is everything on the left now

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And now I feel sentimentally drawn back to this blog again. I don't know, man, I am having some kind of crisis of identity lately. I just want to be silly on the internet, but I have become strangely conflicted about it

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Don't mind me, I just:

rewatched the Dark Knight Trilogy for the first time in ~9 years and immediately lost my whole mind

went hunting for and found and absolutely read as fast as I could my most favourite Batfic of all time (Department of Archives, it is unfinished but don't let that stop you, it is wonderful. It is definitely one of the fics that has stayed with me the longest. There's not many fics that I remember after 10 years, I will tell you that)

this is my Balebat Renaissance and I am living for it

So anyway in like 2012 I made a sideblog called Balebat, I remembered it this afternoon (I thought it was "fuckyeahbalebat" but unfortunately nobody is perfect) and I am tapping my lip like do I just go ham on this side blog or do I subject my mostly marvel related followers on @thorst to months of Batman. Why not both, you ask? Why not indeed

Anyway, I am still not likely to be active on this blog (@thorst is still my main these days, honestly just because the mobile app makes it so hard to do both) but I had to log in, firstly for the sideblog, and secondly to share the extreme joy I've found in revisiting an old obsession. (I hesitate to use the term hyperfixation because as I understand it that's relevant and specific to neurodivergent people and to the best of my knowledge I'm not, but it certainly fits the definition! BUT, then so does obsession, so that's what I'll use)

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Shithead

lol thank you anon

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Changing stuff up / back on my bullshit but in a brand new* way

So I've been using ithika as my handle online since 2002, maybe even 2001. Twenty years. As you can imagine I'm at once extremely attached to it and bored. So I've made a new Tumblr over at @thorst for new beginnings and all that. I'm gonna follow some of you over there, and log out of here for now.

(yes I've committed that the fandom of my 30s should be freer and that definitely means thirstier and stupider but there's nothing smart about the shame that burdened the fandom of my teens and 20s lol so ever onward ever upward, so long and thanks for all the fish. ✌️)

*everything new is old again?

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Okay so every now and then I feel the urge to make a completely new blog (side blogs just don't cut it my brain demands CLEAN and NEW) anyway I did my first full month-long writing challenge and it was very fun. Some of these are even s-s-s-mut whaaaaaat

anyway I will be active on @thorst for the forseeable future, it appears to be a thor odinson blog and reader it is, but it is also multifandom, I am what I am

Is this a sneaky self reblog for numbers idk

Nanosmutmo #16: Romantic With A Capital R

Fifteen minutes. Pick a prompt. Write some smut. No edits, no thoughts, just sexy writing drills.

Chimerrobang’s Master Post ∙ Earth 202 ∙ These are on AO3 now

If Thor had to name the thing he found most difficult about trying to adapt to life on Midgard among the mortals, it would absolutely be the concept of dates. Times of day he was good with, and he rarely needed a clock to tell the time besides. But dates? Dates were a bit of a nightmare; nothing on Asgard moved so quickly as to be measured by single days in a year.

Still, he was making an effort. And part of that effort was noting down the important festivals of the Midgardian calendar - and there were many. Happily, not all of them were important to observe to his friends, but he tried to keep note of as many as he could all the same. (There was even one that was held in his honour still, much to his surprise.)

Sam had mentioned his own plans for an upcoming feast day in passing over some post-mission revels; Saint Valentine's. He'd kindly answered Thor's questions, too, and so the god of Thunder carefully began his plans.

~

Thor was up to something, Carol knew that much. It was hard to tell exactly what; he could be very inscrutable when he wanted to be, and while he wasn't particularly good at hiding that he had some kind of plan, determining exactly what that plan might be was next to impossible. Not that she minded; Thor's surprises were always delightful.

So when Thor sent her an invitation to a remote seaside location on a Thursday evening in February by text of all things, she suspected that this was going to be the thing, whatever it was.

~

Thor did not consider himself to be much of a talent with magic. He could wield it just fine, of course - it was in his blood, part of him. But the art that people like his mother or Loki could create with their workings did not come naturally to him. He'd consulted them both for this, and unsurprisingly his mother had been more accommodating, but his brother ultimately more helpful. And he'd only had to endure one remark about thunderclouds being churlish and unsuggestable before they'd gotten to the heart of the matter, which surprised Thor very much.

Loki, shrugged as he admired Thor's handiwork, smirking as he glanced at the sky. "Perhaps you have more capacity for this than I thought, brother." Looking from the sky to his brother, Loki made a face. "Good luck. I absolutely do not want to hear how it goes," he'd smirked before winking out of sight.

For his part, Thor hoped Carol would find the location without too much trouble; he wasn't sure how long he could hold the storm this way for. He'd never really attempted to will his storms one way or another, aside from directing a bit of lightning here and there, and as he stood in a clearing devoid of rain, struggling to keep things how he wanted, he wondered if thunderclouds really were unreasonable.

~~

Thor was never hard to find. This was true no matter where they were, or what the situation was, and it was true today; Thor had given her very particular coordinates, but she didn't need them once she was within fifty miles of the spot; she could see the storm gathered on the coast, and she'd have known it for Thor's even if she wasn't looking for him. Grinning, she zoomed closer, blazing a trail of multicoloured light as she went.

Dripping with rain, she landed next to Thor, who was still with concentration, but smiling as he turned his eyes from the storm above to kiss her when she reached for him.

Carol, still smiling, turned to follow his gaze, then laughed with delight. The storm clouds, for all their turbulent fury, were arranged into the shape of a heart. "Wow," Carol said simply, wrapping her arms around Thor's middle, resting her cheek on his chest as she watched the clouds rolling and roiling in their shape. She could feel the tension in Thor's torso as he apparently held the storm there by force of will, but when he looked down at her he wore the affectionate smile she knew so well. "Will you be my Valentine?" he asked, the words careful. The storm stopped abruptly as he bent to kiss her, and Carol wondered with a little thrill how long it would be before he called another.

"Always," she replied simply, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him for all she was worth.

It was February 22nd, but she'd never tell him, not if she lived a million years.

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THOR: THE DARK WORLD

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Nikki Giovanni

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My friend just sent this to me and said “you will appreciate this” and she was VERY correct

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nautical history friends help

there’s a glass thing aboard wooden whaling ships where it’s like a little crystal they put in the ceiling to let light in belowdecks

what the fuck is it called

it looks kind of like this

???

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I have never laughed so frigging hard at a bumpersticker

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Thor (2011) | Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

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Changing stuff up / back on my bullshit but in a brand new* way

So I've been using ithika as my handle online since 2002, maybe even 2001. Twenty years. As you can imagine I'm at once extremely attached to it and bored. So I've made a new Tumblr over at @thorst for new beginnings and all that. I'm gonna follow some of you over there, and log out of here for now.

(yes I've committed that the fandom of my 30s should be freer and that definitely means thirstier and stupider but there's nothing smart about the shame that burdened the fandom of my teens and 20s lol so ever onward ever upward, so long and thanks for all the fish. ✌️)

*everything new is old again?

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Those were the stories that stayed with you. They meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. 

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Chris Hemsworth - instagram 

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Hey, truckhole (the person who made the fish feds post that you reblogged) is 26, so just be careful and try not to reblog from them in the future. Stay safe!

being over the age of 25 is problematic