#I LOATHE the ask reblog format.

[helreginn]

mischiefandnightmares

The mischievous spirit beamed with delight. Now this was her like of woman. "Well, that does depend don't it?" she said with a small shrug. "On the skill of the wielder, and the quality of the blade."

@mischiefandnightmares

Wicked laughter stole the air from Hel's lungs and she nodded eagerly in agreement, "Oh, absolutely. But even one skilled in the blade should require multiple. If mine did not magically return to me, I'd have more than a few problems."

[gho2ty]

i should probably talk about g2 oocly more often because i know hes kinda unapproachable often i know hes weird i know hes quiet. but i promise he has a lot going on in that brain of his. most of them being new soup recipes and math or whatever but, like, still.

[amesliu]

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General FAQ

What programs do you use?

Procreate and photoshop

What brushes do you use?

Procreate: mainly 6b sketch and Tamar for full colour drawings, 6b sketch + andreaga's watercolour brushes for comic inks Photoshop: KYLE Ultimate Charcoal Pencil

Anything related to 5s*s or T*ylor Sw*ft

While I've been open about the fact that a lot of things started with the mashing of PJO and 5s*s/T*ylor, now that we are over 50 chapters deep into this story I like to think we are well past that point. If you read SOHAE and the only thing you get out of it is the 5s*s/Swiftifaction of PJO characters than I'm not sure you go the most out of it. (This includes asks that are just imagine if blackjack/annabeth did [thing ts/5s*s did]) While I appreciate T*ylor as an artist I care very little for her as a person so questions about her personal life outside of her songs and how they relate to SOHAE's plot do very little for me, and when something you don't care much about is in your face constantly it is hard to not be annoyed. A similar principle applies to 5s*s

Asking about webtoon (or if I would post to any other platform)

i loath webtoon. i'll chew my left leg off before i put sohae on webtoon. i despise it's infinite growth model. i hate formatting for vertical scroll. i don't like it's metrics games or it's microtransactions. i want to fight webtoon in a wendys parking lot. also i will not upload to other platforms, this is the format i've chosen and it's a choice i made after a lot of thought so yk ✋

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SOHAE Book FAQ

Will you ever sell physical copies again?

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Have you considered copyright issues w/ the SOHAE book?

yes, see here

SOHAE

(please make sure to consult the masterlist as well)

If you have an ask that contains a song recommendation please submit @sohaesongrecs

wanna talk about a song already in the playlists? come to my inbox! song that aren't? send them to @sohaesongrecs (direct submission link)

What do the puzzle pieces mean?

puzzle piece discourse here

Are they the same ages?

Their relative ages to each other are the same. Percy and Annabeth are 22 at the beginning of the comic.

Can we write fics/make art of SOHAE?

Yes! and tag me/send it to me so I can see it <3

Is ________ canon to SOHAE?

if it’s not in the comic it’s not inherently canon. this includes my own posts that aren’t just explanations of things that are in/relevant to the events of SOHAE. Playlists are canon and fics are canon as indicated.

What is the time span/timeline of SOHAE?

There’s no precise timeline for SOHAE but around/over 2 years from start to finish

please note: the characters in SOHAE are based on my interpretation of the book descriptions. the initial art for SOHAE was started prior to casting announcements and when Walker was casted the decision was made to ignore the tv cast regardless of who was chosen due to the young age of the actors and the fact that SOHAE skews mature in content. its my personal belief that there can be multiple equally canon versions of the same character especially as adaptions come out and i do not tolerate anyone who dismisses the casting or describes book versions as the “true” version, these comments will be removed immediately and the people will be blocked from all blogs.

(canon will follow the cast more, art for fics will follow whichever version is described by the author, thank you for understanding 🫶)

[indouloureux]

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[open-your-heart-and-your-eyes]

I posted 1,239 times in 2022

That's 1,239 more posts than 2021!

35 posts created (3%)

1,204 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ccjinxxandjake

@mickjustmademylist

@boxdiegirl

@austinwehaveaproblem

@binders-and-beanies

I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022

#rock music - 23 posts

#rock and roll - 23 posts

#asking alexandria - 16 posts

#picsart - 11 posts

#spotify - 11 posts

#photo edit - 10 posts

#my edit - 10 posts

#graphic design - 10 posts

#metalcore - 10 posts

#concert - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 115 characters

#i did an entire piece on parasocial relationships for my social psych class if anyone wants to talk about this more

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Cw: Eating disorders, self-harm, grief, loss and death, infidelity, mental illness, suicide. Please don’t read on if any of these subjects are triggering. Please take care of yourselves.

Y’all, I just wanna talk about Manny Humlie from We Three for a second. This man is so underrated it should be illegal.

His lyrics hit deep. These are songs about the realities of mental illness. About suicide and self-harm. About the process of and how it felt for him and his siblings to lose their mother to cancer. About insecurities and self-loathing. About body image and eating disorders. About not feeling good enough in your own skin, not feeling pretty. About infidelity and relationships that are falling apart. About jealousy. While it can get grim, there’s alot of hope and falling in love in there too. Even if things suck, you aren’t alone. There’s still some beauty in staying alive.

His voice and the power in it. It’s got so much raw emotion. It’s a vehicle for his lyrics, soaring and softening at just the right times. The overall quality of his voice is quite therapeutic and relaxing yet so so honest.

Not to mention, he’s so pretty I could straight up perish.

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#4

I decided to take a look through Asking Alexandria’s old Myspace because why not? It’s wild to see how much they’ve changed. These pictures had to be from the early days (and if someone has any specific dates please let me know). Please fact check me too if need be.

Danny Worsnop

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#3

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#2

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13 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

BIPOC PEOPLE IN THE ROCK MUSIC INDUSTRY

Post inspired by, and is an extension of this lovely post about POC emo icons by @rpf-bat. If I get anything wrong, please feel free to correct me. I’m going to try to keep the bios relatively short and sweet so I don’t write an entire essay. All my information was found from Google/Spotify search results or my pre-existing knowledge. Feel free to DM me for specific sources. Fair Use for educational purposes, no copywright infringement intended.

Acrassicauda: Iraqi metal band from Baghdad. Andy Capper and Gabi Sifre wrote Heavy Metal in Baghdad: The Story of Acrassicauda about the band’s formation and their fight to be able to play the music they love.

Booboo Stewart (Vic Lakota from The Relentless in Paradise City and American Satan, Seth Clearwater from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse, Jay from Disney’s Descendants, among many others): Blackfoot, Korean, Chinese, and Japanese.

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[maxburnett]

Chandelier, TJ Hammond

- (asexual!fem!reader x TJ Hammond)

Summary: Soulmate - Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness, and happiness. Two broken individuals find peace and love when trying to fix the shambles in their lives caused by years of addictions.

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, mentions of drugs, mentions of suicide, fluff, happy ending

If you recognize this, I uploaded it about a month ago. I just wanted to make an aesthetic for it and I didn't like the format of the description etc. I own nothing but my writing; things in italics are quotes found on Google.

Words: 1,654

~ Recovery ~

Recovery is an acceptance that your life is in shambles, and you have to change.

He had never wanted to be like this; he had never wanted drugs and alcohol to rule his life; TJ had always wondered what had happened? Why was he such a failure to his parents? Why did he hate who he was and who he had become? Would things ever even get better for him? After two attempts to end it all, after everything he had put his family through, TJ thought maybe he had found common ground and a purpose when he had woke up in the hospital bed with his mother sitting there by his side; however, like always it didn’t last.

He lasted a whole six months being clean and sober, then one day, everything came crashing right back down, and he felt like a thunderstorm with no umbrella or cover. After six whole months, he was back on the bottle, waking up after blacking out, not even remembering drinking the night before. He started cocaine again a couple of weeks later, but this time, he knew he needed help, and he got his mom to put him into rehab once more.

That’s when he met her, beautiful as broken as he was; an addict for ten years, in and out of rehab; losing everything, lost to the world, and a failure to her parents. They had laid on the ground outside of the rehab facility talking about their problems while holding hands, and everything lined up perfectly. In a world where TJ had felt that everyone was out for him; that the world would be a better place without him; she showed up, and her eyes, those (Y/E/C) eyes, were the beacon of light showing him the way to find his way back. He still thought back to that night; they had laid on the ground, holding hands as they laughed together at TJ telling her the dumbest jokes, and then their conversation moved to the talk about past relationships and the root of all of their problems. They then realized that those two broken people who had questioned everything that had happened in their lives had found their person.

After rehab, they both stayed in touch, texting, telling each other how their Recovery was going; saying “I Love You” in the texts was just second nature, and they meant those words; TJ was in love with her. It felt nice to be able to say that he was in love with someone. Did all “Love” have to be romantic? Did you need the sex and the complications that came with a “relationship” to feel the meaning of true love?

Then it happened, one little fight with his parents over something, and he had a drink again; one drink turned into two; two turned into 4. He needed her; he needed his saving grace.

~Relapsing~

The disease of addiction is a chronic, devious bitch just waiting for you to slip up.

Y/N woke up at the sound of her phone and groaned as she looked over at the clock. Three missed calls—one voicemail. That’s when the alarm set in, and she quickly sat up and pressed play on the phone and listened with bated breath, not sure what she should be expecting. She listened intently and sighed as barely audible sobs filled her ears.

“I’m such a fuck up,” he breathed and let a sob escape his lips. “No wonder my parents don’t want to put up with me … sometimes I wonder why you seem to put up with me.” His voice is shaky and begins to sound hoarse. “I don’t know how you stayed by my side after all this time … when you know I’m going to do nothing but fuck up and disappoint,”

He laughs a little to himself, and her heart breaks as she stands and gathers some clothes, rushing out to her car after grabbing her keys; she listens to the voicemail and hears something that sounds like broken glass as she drives to TJ’s apartment and uses her key to open it up. She rushes in and finds him sitting on the floor in his bathroom. TJ was holding his hand close to his t-shirt as the blood dripped down his hand, and she looked up and saw a broken mirror.

“Look at me, TJ, I’m here,” she said and softly kissed his forehead. “I’m here, baby,” she said as she held him close to her. He rested his head onto her chest, hands clutching her oversized shirt she had been sleeping in as he sobbed and apologized over and over. She helped get him into the shower; he was in such a state of distress that she got into the shower with him still fully clothed to help hold him up. He ended up turning and wrapping his arms around her after the cold water brought him to his senses a little. After they got out of the shower, both changing into dry clothes, she led him to his bed and went around the apartment, and poured out what other alcohol he had before joining him beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he said, causing her to smile at that playful nickname he had given her. He breathed out as he laid his head against her hair and giggled against it. “You came here at 3 in the morning,” he hummed against her hair, causing her to playfully hit his chest and look up at him with sad eyes.

“Of course I would; you’re everything to me,” she whispered, and he smiled down at her and pushed some hair out of her face before softly pressing his lips against hers, causing her to freeze. “Please don’t do that,” she whispered and cupped TJ’s face, and he looked at her with a questioning look.

“I-I’m sorry,” TJ stammered, not sure what had gotten into him.

“I’m not mad,” she said with a shake of her head. “Not mad at all, I just … I don’t like that sort of contact,” she said and held onto both of his hands, causing him to look into her eyes with a confused frown. “I’m asexual … I just don’t get feelings like that,” she said and looked into his bright blue eyes. “But know this, TJ, I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you.”

“And I love you,” TJ said as he closed his hands around hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her nose, giggling as she smirked up at him and did the same.

“You’re cute, TJee, I’ll give you that,” she smiled and laid her head down into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms tightly against her.

~All I Need~

Soulmate is an overused term, but a true soul connection is very rare, and very real.

Y/N smiled as she looked around the apartment that she and TJ now shared, her head resting on his chest as he ran his hand up and down her back as she played a video game while lying on his chest. She smiled up at him as he looked down at her with those favorite pair of blue eyes before drawing small circles over the fabric of her t-shirt.

“You’re distracting me, TJ!” She said and giggled as he swooped her up and laid her down, and began to tickle her. “Stop it!” She let out a fit of giggles. “You ass!” She laughed and tried to get him off of her.

“Make me,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her playfully, and she pushed him off playfully before she sat up and caught him staring at her.

“What?” She asked as she absentmindedly played with the ring on her finger that TJ had bought her when she told him that emeralds were her favorite gemstones.

“Just taking in how cute you are, kitten,” he said and leaned in and snuck in a gentle kiss to her cheek and watched as Y/N placed a soft kiss to his nose and giggled as she put the controller to the side and let his arms wrap around her. She stretched and changed the input on the television and put on a channel they both liked and traced circles on his white t-shirt; she watched his face contently as he smiled at what was playing on the television and smiled as he closed his hands around hers as he held her. She closed her eyes, wondering what life would bring them, and found herself turning to look back into TJ’s blue eyes.

“Would you ever want kids? Me to have kids? I mean, there’s a way we can-,” he placed a finger against her mouth and smiled as he softly moved the finger down.

“Whatever life brings our way, I’m going to be right by your side, and if a kid is in our future, then it happens. I hope it has my good looks,” he smirked and laughed as she slapped his shoulder with a smile and leaned to place a kiss onto his pink lips.

“Love you,” she murmured into his lips. TJ smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer into the kiss, they didn't kiss like this often but when they did it was one of his favorite things int he world.

"Love you too, Kitten," he murmured against the kiss.

What they had, they never had to explain. Yes, technically, TJ was sexually attracted to men, but his heart was hers, and hers belonged to him. She had even told him that she didn’t mind if he chose to sleep with men while they were together, but he refused, saying that his body belonged to her. He didn’t need to sleep with random men anymore to fill the void that he had inside of him all of those years, because now his heart was filled with the greatest love he had ever as far as their friends and parents knew, they were a normal couple; but for them, this was their normal, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[borkthemork]

2020 is almost over, and I had to be honest on something that had been on my mind ever since I started getting more active with writing, and just creativity in general.

I had always been a very productive-oriented person. I keep myself on a word count quota each day, I try to learn new stuff on the daily to deter from the precipice of burnout, and everything I do is me trying my best to churn out a heckton of content without being bogged down by me making excuses or having my anxiety kick my ass. Of course, breaks are important, but overall, I had kept myself careful regardless.

And what this year taught me was that I needed to go back to my roots: to why I started creating in the first place.

Because when it comes to social media, there is a potential to lose the reasons you keep going, and it took so long for me to realize what that feeling was called.

I thought it was burnout, I thought it was some form of self-loathing or a mental block that pushed me to be anxious, tense, and weary all the time.

What I ultimately found, was creative cynicism.

Chroma Moma, an artist on Youtube, had described what creative cynicism was in his video “How to fall in love with art again”. It is described as mistrust or pessimism toward creativity; I don’t just mean the definition of creativity itself or just the small portions of creating that you find tedious, but the entire process as a whole. And the moment I listened to what he had to say, what I was feeling clicked into place.

I asked myself numerous times on why I started getting more and more cynical with the writing process. I sometimes joked to myself that this work was shit, sometimes not its best, and that if it was placed under the scrutiny of a hundred or so people I would need to work hard to give it some sliver of recognition. And that was where it started. Instead of doing things out of the sake of my own wanting to create, for the sake of making me happy first and foremost, I began to orientate fully to making content for other people instead of myself. 

One wouldn’t notice at first because the process was slow-going. It always feels the same toward the beginning, until it grows and grows into something fatiguing, back-breaking, to the point that you wonder if you even love doing the things you do. You created things for Inktober, but now your body and mind are tired, and you keep looking through the notifications to see who interacted with it. You wrote something on Ao3, you allowed it to rest for a few hours, and your curiosity got the better of you and checked to see if there were any hits or comments or bookmark tags. You created gifs after hours of editing the space, the colors of the visuals, and you only get a few reblogs and likes. 

It’s hard when the reality doesn’t jostle to your expectations, but it’s even more heartbreaking when you go back to the works you’ve done in retrospect, and notice how your enjoyment wasn’t there throughout the process. Instead, you created them because you felt obligated to, like a creative machine running on the remaining sliver of oil you have in the engine.

Hell, writing this down sometimes makes my brain ponder on how to make it appealing to the algorithm, to make people see and agree with it, even though it’s just me originally trying to place down my thoughts in a messy written format. And that’s okay, nothing about this post has to be perfect, so my brain needs to take a chill pill and calm down!

What 2020 told me was that, I had to take a step back, and set up some boundaries. It’s a slow process for me, since I am pretty stubborn when it comes to interacting on social media, but I don’t need to take massive leaps to get to somewhere better — sometimes it could be imagined tiny hops, or little stepping stones. Sometimes it’s just making a folder to write stuff that only me and me alone could look through. Maybe my documents or projects don’t need to have the sexiest prose or style on the block, or even that much grammar or spelling to have it be meaningful. 

Maybe I could create something imperfect, without even justifying its existence to anyone, not even to myself. That would be enough, wouldn’t it?

[donutloverxo]

Hi berry! Do you have any tips for new writers on here? I just started to write (like i posted a story for the first time last week) and I’m really anxious about how writing on here is gonna go. 😅 love i 💗

Hey there! Welcome to tumblr💖 you can tag me your works if you like I'll try to give you a signal boost.

Some basic tips -

-don't have a super long url/username. It should be something people can remember. I know a couple of people whose names ARE SO FREAKING LONG it's impossible to recommend them or tag them. It can be long but it has to be something people can remember @/stargazingfangirl18 is a longish name but it it rolls off your tongue because that's what she is. A fangirl😂😂

-formatting is important. Format your fic properly. Warnings, summary, word count, readmore after the first 100 words or so. Tag it as 'x reader' if it's an x reader fic. For ex steve rogers x reader.

-try to proof your work at least once.

-taking requests as a new writer can help!

-maintaining a taglist can be annoying but it could help.

-maybe don't write super long fics until you gain a following (longer than 6k) you can if you like but people will be less inclined to read it, maybe.

-participate in as many challenges as you can. (I maybe hosting one soon 👀)

Less basic stuff -

-DO NOT OBSESS or stress about notes at all. For your own mental health. Do this because it's a hobby for YOU! Notes are nice but if you get angry everytime you don't get 'enough' of them you'll only hurt yourself.

-reblogging and commenting on other authors works can make them check you out. You can also dm them and politely ask for a signal boost if you see them promoting other writers on their blogs.

-be kind to your audience. Block all hate. You control the narrative of your blog. If you're nice, people will be nice to you. If you're not sure of someone is being mean or not(you dk what their intentions are) just assume they're good.

-REPLY TO ALL YOUR COMMENTS!! Don't expect people to leave you any unless you do this.

-You could check out headcanons from other writers. It could help you write the character. Not every character has to be 'canon' (in fact we loathe canon) but it's nice when a character isn't too ooc.

-Be patient 😌😌 getting established takes a while.

Hope this helps💖

[gallickingun]

bnhabookclub’s rules were plagiarized.

when creating the archive/club blog and server, i was looking at other fandom archive blogs, event blogs, fandom servers, writing servers, and the like, and they all seemed to have similar rules. that doesn’t make what i did right. 

I PLAGIARIZED THE SOUTHSIDEARCHIVE’S RULES WHEN CREATING THE BNHABOOKCLUB. 

my intent was not malicious. regardless of how i felt about alisha/rivendell101 (even though i had never once sent her anonymous hate, made vague posts about her, or was nasty to her in the ssa server or in bnhabc, and never directly had any drama/issues with her), there was no mean intent behind this. i know there’s nothing i can say at this point to make anyone believe that, but i know it’s the truth. and that’s enough for me. i created the bc with the intent to bring writers and content creators together to grow and support one another. that’s it. i didn’t do it out of the nasty hatred of my heart to see anyone else not succeed. i didn’t do it to try and put anyone on top of anyone else, or to push anyone else to the bottom. i just wanted people to be able to work together to have a good time and to improve and get inspired. 

regardless of intent, the end result is still the same. the rules on both the server and the blog were plagiarized from the ssa. 

i apologize for my prior actions and silence. originally, in alisha’s post, she told me she did not want my apology, so i incorrectly assumed that meant there was no need to address the situation because she deliberately stated that there was no need for a response. regardless, i should have done the right thing and owned up to everything from the start. i apologize for that. 

i also want to apologize for the post where someone asked where bookclub came from/originated. i reached out to a mod in another bnha server and asked if we could have more things like the writer bot for sprinting to help create community and hype over each other’s stories. they denied that request because they didn’t want the environment to become to competitive. after that, i started working towards creating an intricate server with a points and rewards system, a fic archive to support other writers (because i had seen all of the upset regarding silent readers lately - originally there was only going to be the discord server alone), bots that were coded by a computer/software engineer (and that we paid to host), etc. i was in several servers at the time, and they all ran very similarly, so i incorrectly believed that there was no need to credit for things such as rules because other servers/blogs were all using the same type of guideline for what they deemed necessary to create a list of rules. i know better now. 

again, regardless of intent or ignorance, i should have reached out and requested permission to format the rules like the ssa’s. 

the fact that people are using my private messages, sent in the heat of the moment when i was upset, and also out of context, is frankly frustrating. i’ve admitted several times that the person i was around march-june is someone who i loathe. i was petty, i was rude, i was flippant, and i was not myself. i’m not going to blame my mental health, i’m taking ownership of my actions during that time. but that does not mean that is who i am now, months later, after a lot of self reflection, therapy, and intervention from very dear friends of mine. as i stated before, i appreciate being given the ability to grow and learn from these experiences and friendships i’ve had for the past few months.

regarding delaying letting alisha into the bookclub, we weren’t going to let new members in until june 1st. as per her post, she was let in around may 23-25, with everyone else. i would never delay bringing in a new member purely off of personal bias alone. and i’m sorry for the fact that those ss made it seem that way. and regarding her being blocked on tumblr, that was after a (ex)friend of mine warned me that alisha might be the person sending me anonymous hate and i just felt uncomfortable having her on my dash with access to my blog. i do not have her blocked on discord, either. there was nothing personal about it. and the allegations that i’m gatekeeping the bnha/hq fandom are frankly ridiculous. even the person in those ss that i ranted to liked/reblogged/commented/recommended alisha’s fics. alisha has a higher follower count than me, her fics get more notes. depending on how you measure success, you could say that she’s literally a more successful blogger/writer than me, based on notes and engagement alone. nothing i did ever kept anyone from reading her fics and interacting with them. i can also recognize her talent. she deserves those notes, she’s a wonderful writer. i legit have had conversations and ss where i’ve stated this, if she would like the proof. 

there is no “NDA” needed to be signed prior to getting into the server, either. i made that announcement because people were upset that these hate blogs are using their messages they send in a private server as ammunition with disregard to how it might make them feel, and also without their consent. it’s not fair or right to use ss of things people say in the privacy of a server to further your agenda. i recognize that i did this in order to address the anonymous hate being sent to me a few weeks ago, which i only did in response to people requesting the “full story”, but i have since deleted the post. if people want to talk about the way they feel to the public, then that’s fine, but discord servers are private places for people to explore their thoughts, desires, and ideas. and i believe they should be kept private. and frankly, the person who is sending these screenshots can just... not let the door hit them on the way out. you’re not welcome if you’re going to lurk, take ss, and not address your issues directly.

i’m going to pin this post, because i do still have my queue running as i’m on semi-hiatus outside of prior obligations such as collabs and matchups, and it will get buried eventually. and this needs to be seen and heard and addressed. i’m not going to answer anonymous hate, i don’t condone anonymous hate being sent, and frankly, if these exposing blogs want to rip apart this post then they’re more than welcome. i feel genuinely horrible for everyone i’ve hurt in the process of all of this, intentionally or unintentionally. i know what it’s like battling mental illness, and i sincerely hope that no one has been triggered or incapable of managing their anxiety throughout this process.

as stated prior, the bookclub is undergoing a full makeover, estimated to be completed by 9/30. this was already started behind the scenes, since we’ve made so many changes to channels, rules, content, roles, etc.. there is going to be nothing remaining from the prior servers without their explicit consent. i really appreciate the time to grow and learn and adjust what’s necessary in order to get everything on the right track.

[helreginn]

agentsanders

"I'm fine." Nathan said and took a few deep breaths while tapping with his fingers on his leg to keep himself from panicking. There was a stranger, and Nathan had just completely embarrassed himself by screaming and falling. This was literally the worst thing that can happen to someone with social anxiety. After a moment, he stood up again, holding onto the table for support, though it was more a need of mental support than a physical need. "Who are you?" @agentsanders

Seeing he did not take her hand, Hel slowly closed her fingers and lowered her fist sheepishly to her side. This was not the worst of ways she'd met someone important but it definitely could have gone much, much better. She sighed internally, ever cursing her clumsy nature and inability to read social cues.

"I am Hel...ena," she just barely paused between syllables. The awkwardness of her little lie was hopefully masked by the brilliance of the bright and eager smile on her pallid face as she stood there, "But everyone calls me Hel. "

[gallavictorious]

Want to start tagging gifs and edits with what episode and season it’s from? Like “s5” “5x01” or “5.04? Thanks a bunch

Hiya, nonnie!

I can try, but I’m afraid I can’t make you any solid promises. It’s become sadly apparent that I’m not great at consistent tagging (somewhat to my distress since I’m a fan of systematic organization). A few, specific tags – like ‘shameless spoilers’ or one of the HoS episodes when a mutual asked for it – I make an effort to always include, even on reblogs, but that often pretty much taxes my capacity for reliably remembering. I’m better at adding meta data to my own original posts, but that’s a bit of hit and miss too.

If it’s gifs or edits from one particular scene and I recognize which episode it’s from, I do try to tag them with that episode using the 5x01 format (as I try to do with text posts relating specifically to one episode) because I’m pretty big on providing sources, but it isn’t and is not likely to ever be a fully consistent thing. If I don’t recognize the scene, I’m not usually motivated to go out of my way to figure out where it’s from, and if it’s a set or edit that involves scenes from a bunch of episodes… sorry, but no, that’s not realistically going to happen. That only would end with me not reblogging a lot of things at all, and I don’t want that.

Now, I don’t know why you’re asking: if it’s because you’d like my blog to be more easily navigated and the content properly searchable, well… you and me both. I had grand ambitions when I started this thing, and as mentioned I’m slightly dismayed that it’s not working out quite the way I’d hoped, but it is what it is and I have limited amounts of time and energy to put into it. (In the beginning, I did always try to tag ‘season 9’ or ‘season 10’ when relevant but I soon discovered that I forgot as often as I remembered. :/ )

If it’s because you want to be able to filter out certain things you have my deepest sympathy, but in that case you might be better off unfollowing and/or blocking me. I fully support and respect your wish to curate your fandom experience, but I am loath to make promises I doubt my ability to keep, and this blog has never made any claims about being a safe space. That said, if you have specific things you’d like for me to tag, don’t hesitate to hit me up and I will make an honest assessment of whether or not I think can manage it – it’s generally easier for me to remember ‘always tag for references to rape’ than to remember ‘tag all gifs and edits with episode numbers’. My default is to not add content warnings for referencs to things that are already present in the source text (in this case Shameless) when posting on a fandom specific blog or in fandom specific tags (except sometimes I do, especially if the posts really digs into a topic I recognize might be sensitive to many, and again – I’m more likely to add extensive meta data to my original posts than to reblogs), but if there’s something in particular that you wish tagged in order to avoid, let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

(Are there other reasons for asking this? Is it considered terribly rude to creators not to include this information on reblogs? But it’s not like everyone includes it when they first make the post?)

So, short version: I could try and might do a halfway decent job of it, but I can’t guarantee proper consistency so if that’s important to you, I suggest you unfollow/block me. Sorry, nonnie.  

[gimme-my-mammoney]

Just a quick update about my writing.

I honestly don’t know when I’ll be back to writing. I’m hoping to get a few more requests out next week and see if I enjoy doing them again. Last week I had a blog literally copy my stuff and post it as their own. I loathe confrontation so having to ask them about it (then block and report) was actual Hell (not the good kind with the hot brothers 😂). Stuff like that, as well as some of the cruel messages I’ve got when I’ve rejected requests, is making it so that I’m enjoying doing this less and less. Which sucks. I started this as an escape to do something fun and to connect with a really awesome fan base (99.99999% of you all are AMAZING and I cannot thank you enough for supporting me) but it’s turning into a war zone and I really don’t understand why. I don’t understand what I’ve done to make people respond so negatively and I don’t get why people think it’s okay to steal from me. So, with this in mind I’m taking a break for myself. I may try and upload the odd request here and there just to get myself back into it, but for now I’m on a hiatus. I’m so sorry.

Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, commented, or requested anything from me. I truly do love doing this for you sweethearts 💕 hopefully I’ll be back soon and the events of the last week will be the hardest part of this. I know it shouldn’t be this serious, it’s a fanfic blog, but I don’t want to see my happy little corner of the internet ruined for me or for any of you. If anyone is looking for Obey Me! Content in a similar format to mine; then go check out @leviathanru! They’re fantastic at what they do and I love checking in on their blog. Again, thank you to everyone and hopefully I’ll see you all soon!

Love you 💕💕

[godofplumsandthunder]

Wicked (4/10) - Dancing Through Life

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Bucky Barnes did many horrendous and evil things. He didn’t felt worthy of love and affection because after all, who could learn to love a monster.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I hoped that everyone that celebrated Christmas had a good and merry one. For those who are still celebrating Chanukah, I want to wish you all a Happy Chanukah. I’ve changed the format a little bit on this chapter, but I’m fairly happy with how it turned. Make sure to like, comment, reblog if you liked it! 

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And the strange thing, your life could end up changing while you're dancing

"I don't understand why I have to go to this ball, Tony. If Bucky's there and he sees me he might start…" You start to ramble to Tony, trying to find any way out of this Avenger gala. Saying that your last encounter with Bucky was awkward, would be an understatement. But despite all of your reasonings of why you shouldn't go to the gala tonight, Tony wasn't having any of it.

"Nope! You're a part of this team and you're going to be at this gala with all of us. As for the rejected Manchurian candidate, don't worry about him. I see that he is giving you any grief, any at all, I will personally through him out of MY building." Tony reminds you of your position in the team. And you sigh, knowing that there is no way that you're getting out of going. Not when Tony Stark has already decided that you are going. He leaves you alone to get ready. You go to your closet, in search of the perfect gown. You have no idea what is acceptable clothing for a gala. Let alone a Stark gala. So, slowly but surely, you start to whittle down your options.

"Fuck off Steve! I already told you I'M NOT GOING!" Bucky yells from underneath his comforter and blankets. Bucky has no desire to go to this stupid gala that Stark is hosting. Especially now that there is a chance he'll run into you. The last person he wants to see tonight is the person that fucked with his brain and caused him years of pain.

"Well, I'm not leaving until you get changed for the gala. You can't just lock yourself up in your room now that Y/N is part of the team," Steve says while sitting down into a chair next to Bucky's bed.

"Don't say her name! Not like that, with such normality! Not after what she did to me!" Bucky yells at Steve, bolting up from his blanket nest.

"I get that she hurt you, Buck. I really do. But maybe for the benefit of the team AND yourself, you should talk to her. Burry the hatchet, in so to speak. You can still feel hurt and mad at her, but at least be civil with one another. Now, get dressed. We can't keep Stark waiting all night long," Steve half-orders Bucky, while putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

"She wasn't civil when she tortured me," Bucky mutters while searching for his tuxedo that he keeps in his closet, for occasions like this.

You fiddle with your dress collar in front of the mirror, trying to waste as much time as possible. You really didn't want to go to this.

"Stupid Tony, making me socialize with people," you say out loud while walking towards your door. Just go down, drink a few glasses of champagne, then head back to your room. That's your plan, and you were going to stick to it, even if it killed you.

"Y/N! You made it! Tony was going to send me to find you," Wanda calls out to you as she grabs your arm. "We're going to have fun tonight. You always work and never play. That changes tonight!" Wanda squeals, while giving you a glass full of champagne and taking you further into the dance floor.

After a few more glasses of champagne, you were finally starting to relax. You make your way through the crowd, dancing with some of the guests the team is trying to impress. You dance with some of your fellow teammates, but for the most part, you stay with Wanda, partying throughout the night. You've never had a sister growing up, so, naturally, you always wanted one. And finding Wanda was like finding your long lost sister. Its while you are dancing with here, with her twirling you around, your dress wishing through the air, that you spot Bucky. Staring you down like prey, Bucky's stare reminds you of your place, or at least what you think your place is.

"Wanda, I've really had a lot of fun, but I think I'm going to go back to my room. I'm kinda done for the night," you tell Wanda, wanting to just run away to your room and crawl under your sheets.

"What! You can't go Y/N. The party's not over!" Wanda begs for you to stay. But you can't stay. Not with Bucky hear. The emotions and memories he brings back to you are just too hard for you to process.

"You stay here and keep on partying. I'm just not feeling too good," You lie to her, making your way to your room.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at her for the whole night?" Steve asks Bucky, who's leaning against the wall, away from as many people as possible.

"I'm not staring at her," Bucky lies, flatly. Truth be told, he's been staring at you since you came down. What first started as stares of hatred and loathing, soon turned into stares of admiration. He notices how pretty your smile is, how it can light up the whole room. Or how heartwarming your laugh is. Except he can't admire these traits for too long. He can't allow himself to feel these things towards you. Not after what you did to him. No, the only feeling Bucky will allow himself to feel towards you is hatred.

"You should go and talk with her. It'll do you good," Steve nudges Bucky towards your direction.

"You're not going to let this go until I talk to her, aren't ya?" Bucky asks Steve, groaning with the idea that he has to face his past head-on.

"You know it, pal," Steve confirms to Bucky while patting his shoulder and leaving to find Nat.

"Ugh," Bucky groans. "Tonight is going to be a long night." He says as he walks towards you.

You're almost out of the ballroom when a hand grabs your wrist.

"We need to talk," a far too familiar voice growls to you. "Someplace private."

"Okay, lead the way," was all that you managed to squeak out. Bucky pulls you away from the hustle and bustle of the party and sits in one of the empty chairs in the common area.

"We're alone now. What do you want to talk about?" You ask Bucky, confused as to why the man that almost killed you a few days earlier is now sitting down with you to chit-chat.

"Why did you do it?" Bucky asks, his voice barely above a whisper, and looking down at the ground.

"Do what?" You ask, wondering what he is referring to.

"Why did you torture me, Y/N?"

That caught you off guard. It was the first time Bucky called you by your name. You sigh, knowing that this is going to be a long and hard conversation to have with him. But it was one that was needed.

"You don't know who I am, do you? The first thing I want to make clear is that I did not join HYDRA willingly. I'm Dr. Y/N L/N. I got my MD from Stanford and then later went on to get a P.H.d in neuroscience. About 5 years ago I started to do some research about the human subconscious and being able to control it, to cure different types of mental disorders. I had great results from the test rats and was ready to start a clinical trial on some humans when HYDRA got to me. I was walking home from work one night when a black van pulled up. A group of HYDRA's men grabbed me and threw me into the back of their van. That was the last time I was seen for 4 years."

"I-I didn't know that, Y/N." Bucky looks up at you, with tears starting to form in his eyes. He felt a pang of guilt, for being so mad at you for doing HYDRA's work when you were forced to do it.

"It's okay that you didn't know. No one really did. That's why I was missing for 4 years." You tell him, not wanting him to feel guilty about anything. He was not at fault here. If it was anyone, you felt that you were to blame.

"So what did they make you do then?" Bucky asks, clearly wanting to know exactly what you did to him.

"They put my knowledge to work. They had me working in the Winter Soldier program, making new Soldiers for them to use. But, I spent most of the time working on you. They would make me erase your memory, and when needed, fix the implanted code words. The thing that HYDRA doesn't know, and what you don't know either, is that I messed up the erasing process. Every time they would want me to erase your memory, I would erase enough of the short term memory so that they wouldn't be suspicious of anything. That's why you can remember some of your memories from before the war, and some of your more recent Winter Soldier memories. While HYDRA might have been using me as their tool, I never wanted to be like them. It hurt me every time they called me down to work on you, Bucky. I hated seeing you in pain. Pain that I caused."

This time, when Bucky looked up at you, tears were flowing down his face. "You really did that?" He whispers while looking you straight in the eyes.

"I did, Bucky. I'm sorry for any pain that I caused you. And I know I might be overstepping, but I hope that you will forgive me. That we can become friends, or at least just good co-workers one day. I understand if you can't do that, but I really hope we can get there." You tell him, this time you were the one with tears.

"I think I could do that," Bucky says, smiling at you, while he rubs at his red eyes.

"Now enough about HYDRA and all this sad talk. Tell me about you, Bucky. The real you." You invite Bucky to share what every he is willing to share with you.

"Where do I start," he chuckles as he starts explaining his life to you.

Hours are spent with Bucky and his childhood stories. You've learned quite a lot about him and what he was like before the war, before HYDRA. He talks about what he is doing now, and how he is trying to readjust to the world of the living. You've enjoyed talking with Bucky more than the gala that was now wrapping up. You yawn in the middle of yet another story about how pre-serum Steve picked yet another fight when Bucky looks at his watch.

"Wow, it's getting late. Sorry for wasting hours of your time." Bucky says shyly.

"It's okay Bucky. I've enjoyed talking with you. Though, if it is all right with you, I should probably hit the hay before it gets even later." You respond to him as you get up from the floor, where the two of you have been sitting.

"No, of course. Let me walk you back to your room." Bucky offers.

"You don't have to do that. You've wasted enough of your time with me already." You tell him, not wanting to be a burden on Bucky.

"What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn't walk a beautiful dame like yourself back home? My ma raised me better than that." Bucky tells you, his checks slowing starting to blush.

You give in, and let him walk you back to your room. You walked in comfortable silence, not needing to say much to each other after your marathon chat session. You get to your front door, where Bucky wishes you a good night.

"I appreciated this, Y/N. I really did have a good time with you, and I'd love to do it again soon," Bucky tells you, as he plants a quick peck on your check.

"Good night, Y/N." He says as he leaves you, a blushing and dumbfounded mess.

[ilovemygaydad]

Friends in Dark Places [ch 9]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: panic attacks, yelling, anger, pranks, roman’s a bit of an asshole but he really doesn’t mean to be, hyperventilation, self hatred, self deprecation, food mentions, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter @band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: so i have to repost all of these in a different format! yay fucking me!!!! please consider reblogging these if you’re a fan of this series because it’s all fucked up now

first - previous - next - companions

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Uproarious laughter burst out of Patton and Virgil as soon as they saw Logan standing in the driveway, leaning on his car. The usually sharply dressed teen was covered from head to toe in pink glitter; although, the sparkly flakes did nothing to hide the irritated expression and folded arms.

“Yes, I get it,” Logan growled. “I look like a fairy threw up on me, okay? Roman decided that it would be fun to throw a metric ton of glitter onto me.” He glared through the window to glare at the beaming Roman. “Just get in the damn car.”

Patton and Virgil stifled their laughter as they slid into their seats. They all buckled their seatbelts and began their short journey to Westview Park. Roman shifted around and looked at his friends’ “costumes.”

“Patton, you look wonderful! I love the colors! And Jack Skellington, you look very… sparkly today. It suits you,” Roman complimented. He had an equally sparkly look on his face, but his palette was all pinks and golds.

“Aww, kiddo! All the praise should go to Virge, though. He’s the one who did all the work.” Patton gestured to where Virgil was sitting to his left.

“It’s… It’s not really that big of a deal, Pat.” Virgil was glad the foundation he had on covered the light blush that spread across his face. Roman, however, looked extremely affronted.

“Don’t say that, Virgil! Your skills are fantastic!”

Virgil crinkled his nose and turned to look out the window. “What… ever…”

Patton and Roman began a very passionate discussion about how excited they were for the party with Logan interjecting every so often to correct their word usage. Virgil’s mind wandered, going over all of the possible outcomes of the night’s party. He hadn’t actually thought over everything that could happen, and his anxiety had been steadily increasing. The sudden stopping of the car jerked him out of his train of thought, bringing him back to the present.

As soon as Virgil stepped out of the car, a heavy, grainy weight was dumped onto him. Tiny specks of pink glitter rained from his shoulders and down his face.

“Are you kidding me?” Virgil shouted, whirling to his left to give the grinning Roman a frustrated look.

“Oh, come on, Cinderella. It’s just a bit of glitter. It won’t hurt you!” The shorter boy smirked at him, which only added to Virgil’s rage.

“This shit is going to be lining my clothes for weeks! How am I supposed to keep up my ‘don’t talk to me’ look if I have flecks of pink shimmery plastic everywhere?” Virgil stalked away before he could get an answer, deciding a bit of space from Glinda the Good would be helpful for his nerves.

Quickly, though, Patton caught up with the glitter-covered teen. “Hey, kiddo. Are you okay? Ro doesn’t always think things all the way through before he acts.” 

Virgil sighed and shook some of the glitter from his hair. “I’m fine, it’s just… I don’t know. There are a lot of people that are going to be here that I don’t know, and I was already freaking out about what they’ll think of me, and now I’m freaking coated in glitter. My anxiety was already killing me, but now it’s just gotten worse,” he explained. He hated the way his voice shook as he spoke--loathed that it symbolized his blatant weakness.

“Hey, it’ll be okay! Don’t forget that Logan is also very glittery at the moment. Plus, our friends aren’t going to judge you for one of Roman’s pranks! They’ve been on your end, too,” Patton assured as he wrapped his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, giving him a light squeeze.

“Pat! Who’s the new friend? Did Roman throw glitter on them?” a light voice called from ahead.

“Valerie, hey! This is Virgil. He’s the newest addition to the fam I-L-Y,” Patton replied before whispering to Virgil. “I think you’re really going to like her; she’s super bubbly and ni--”

Before Pat could finish his sentence, he was suddenly tackled away from Virgil by a small body with pink and blue hair. “Talyn! Oh my goodness. It's been too long since we’ve hung out. Look at your hair!”

Virgil stood in awe at the commotion all around him. Everyone here seemed like such good friends… And then there was him. All alone and knowing that he didn't truly belong here. God, it had been so stupid to accept the party invitation.

“Hello, Virgil,” Logan greeted as he walked up to Virgil, stopping right next to him in his glitter-covered glory. “I see you're not much for the excitement either.”

“I, uh… yeah. It's a little bit too much for me.” Virgil awkwardly coughed, punctuating his sentence with a sharp nod.

“Don't worry. This will all be over soon, and then we can all get to actually making regular conversation instead of dealing with pleasantries.”

“Uh, yeah…” Virgil said with confused nod, though Logan had already walked away to talk with someone in an orange beanie.

Without any good reason to still be standing in the middle of the grass, Virgil made his way to the nearest pavilion to sit down. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and began to click around, not actually doing anything of meaning. Virgil felt so out of place; the stifling isolation weighed heavily on his shoulders. And then he suddenly couldn't breathe.

This wasn't the normal hyperventilation, this was overpowering and rendered him a gasping mess. Barely any air was entering Virgil’s body, and sharp, fiery pain shot through his lungs. He could feel lis chest tightening, and his heart was pounding, trying desperately to get something to happen.

A set of hands grabbed him lightly, one on his left shoulder and the other laying softly right over his heart. “I need you to follow me. Breathe in through your nose for four counts,” a gentle tapping beat thumped on his chest.

One, two, three, four.

“And hold for seven.”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

“And release for eight through your mouth.”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Each breath was dreadfully painful, but after a few cycles, his breathing was back to a fairly normal rate. Talyn--or at least that's what he thought they were called--had been the one to notice him and go through the exercise with him. He was infinitely grateful for them.

“There you go. You did great, Virgil. That was a really bad attack you were having; are you okay? Do I need to get Logan to drive you back home?” Talyn asked, stepping back and dropping their hands at their sides. They had a concerned expression on their face; one that rivaled even Patton’s.

“I, uh… I think I'll be okay.” Each few words were punctuated with a sharp cough. Fuck, that hurt.

Talyn gave him a knowing look, but didn’t press any further. As Talyn walked away, Patton ran up to Virgil and flung himself onto the bench.

“Are you--” a fit of coughs from Virgil cut off Pat’s worrying. “That answers that. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling anxious? We could’ve gone somewhere away from the crowd for a little to calm you down.”

Virgil ducked his head sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “You seemed like you were having so much fun with your friends. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’d never bother me! Especially not when you’re not feeling great, Virge. I’m not mad at you for not telling me, but I really want you to know that I’ll be willing to help you out if you just ask.” Patton spoke softly, making sure not to overwhelm the anxious teen sitting next to him. Virgil had dealt with enough for one day; he didn’t need an angry Patton on his plate, too.

“I, uh, yeah. I’ll do that,” Virgil mumbled, leaning in gently and resting his head on Patton’s shoulder. They sat like that for a long while, comfortably enjoying the low murmuring of nearby voices, until Virgil finally felt calm.

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[gold-from-straw]

Frozen Heart - ch2

Tony makes an appearance! I’m going to tag anyone who liked/reblogged last time, if you’d rather I stopped, please lmk! And if you’d like me to tag you in the next chapter, please leave a <3 or a reblog!

And if you’d prefer to read on AO3 from the beginning, here you go!

Tony threw a handful of dried blueberries in his mouth and spun around on his chair, trying not to stave off the impending depression for just a little longer. Finishing a project was fantastic. Best feeling in the world. For like, five minutes? And then the boredom set in, and when the boredom set in, the depression was only a heartbeat behind. If Tony wasn’t actively doing something, he was not a happy bunny.

Then again, when he was actively doing something, he got super anxious, because he hadn’t finished yet, and it didn’t count as an achievement unless he’d finished it. Fucking goblin brain.

“JARVIS, bring up the list of unfinished projects, would you?”

“Of course Sir,” said JARVIS briskly, a file opening on the holo-viewer. “There’s a set of body armour you started for SHIELD.”

“Eh, archive that. In fact, archive anything I started for those bastards, they lost their TV privileges when they injected me with chemicals without my consent and tasered a man with a heart condition.”

“Thank you, Sir.” JARVIS made several files disappear with an obnoxious trashing noise. Tony smirked. JARVIS pulled up another file. “There’s also a prosthesis for--”

Tony was already shaking his head. “Nah, I replaced it with something better, remember? That neural transmitter implant which connects to a prosthesis so the kid doesn’t have to get used to a new one every time they grow out of a leg? Archive that as well.”

There were only three projects left. Tony felt a hollow fear start up under his arc reactor and rubbed his solar plexus, biting his lip. How had he let it get this bad? Was he losing his creativity? Was he going to have to… god forbid, be idle?

Something bleeped and Tony jumped, springing to the readout in the corner of the room. Behind him, JARVIS closed the holo-viewer and brought up a map in response to Tony’s touch. “What’s going on here? Solar flares?”

“NASA hasn’t got any solar flares of this significance predicted for the next four weeks, sir.”

Tony frowned at the map, replaying the readings of the last five minutes, but his heart was jumping with glee. The endorphins played a refrain of something new something new on his pulse and he grinned as he localised the readings to the New Mexico desert, not far from a little town called Puente Antigo. “Hey, JARV? Ready the mark XII, would you? I think we need a little break from the city.”

As the repulsors whined to slow his descent, Tony turned his head in all directions, gathering as much data as he could. It was obvious where the anomaly had been centred; a vast circle spread across the dirt, a little bit streaked to the south, as if a meteor had crashed at a steep angle. But the crater itself was like nothing he’d ever seen, a complex runic pattern burned into the ground and then overlayed with… “JARVIS, are those frost patterns?”

“Yes, Sir, the frost appears to have originated from the centre of the crater.” JARVIS marked the point on the heads-up display. “Perhaps you should talk to the people to the left of the crater, judging by the equipment they’re getting out of their van they seem to be conducting some sort of research on the crater.”

Tony’s eyebrows raised. “I’m always ready to talk science to new people,” he said, wheeling low and banking hard. “Except anti-vaxxers, if I wanted to be burned as a witch I’d have invented time travel by now.”

He landed gently and flipped his faceplate up. One of the women already had her phone out to video him, quietly muttering “holy shit, holy shit, it’s Tony freaking Stark,” under her breath. The other woman was tugging at her hair and having a nerdgasm at the patterns branded into the earth, and Tony knew immediately he was going to get along great with these girls. The older guy, maybe not. He looked at Tony as if he was a direct threat to the safety and wellbeing of all of them, which, while probably true, he didn’t need to be quite so obvious about it. Rude.

“Room for a little one?” Tony asked with his favourite media smile.

“Holy shit holy shit it’s Tony freaking Stark!”

“Yeah, hi,” he said, stepping out of the suit and waving at the girl in the glasses.

The other girl looked up at last, big brown eyes wide, as if she’d genuinely missed the noise of his approach. “Huh? Where did you come from?”

He jerked his thumb behind himself at the suit. “New York.”

She stared. “Holy shit, Tony Stark.”

“Yeah. Hope you don’t mind me butting in.”

She looked slightly pained. “Uh. Yeah, sure.”

“I mean, you’re on lead, of course,” he added quickly and watched her face light up again. “First come, first served.”

“Oh my God, really? I mean, you’re not gonna just… call seniority?” she said.

“I can’t call seniority, I don’t know you,” he shrugged.

“Oh, Dr Jane Foster, astrophysicist. This is Dr Erik Selvig, also astrophysics, and my assistant Darcy Lewis.”

“‘Sup,” said Darcy, apparently over her star-struck moment.

“Tony Stark,” he said again, pointing to himself. “No Doctor, so you definitely take seniority. What are we looking at?”

She turned back to the crater, her focus sharpening instantly. “I’ve been working on the spontaneous formation of Einstein-Rosen bridges for the last three years of my life - to the detriment of my entire career. The readings we picked up from here were literally off the chart, the frequencies alone were exactly the same as those the Fermi picks up from distant pulsars! But then we got here fifteen minutes ago, and it got weird.”

Tony followed her over to a rickety machine and looked at the readout over her shoulder. The screen flickered and she smacked it, hard. Tony winced and put his twitchy fingers behind his back. Not my machine, not my machine, no touchy!

Jane made a triumphant noise and pointed to the values as she scrolled up. “My array system here is picking up trace gamma radiation congruent with the kind of energy output of an atomic bomb, but it seems to have been entirely concentrated in this one small area, with no ill effects beyond the scorching of the soil here. And these symbols!” She turned, her hair flaring out and hitting herself in the face. “I mean, I’m loath to call them symbols, because that implies some sort of meaning, and obviously we have to be careful not to anthropomorphise, but it’s hard to deny, they look a hell of a lot like writing, don’t they?”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and there was the actual alien, too?”

Tony turned towards her. “There was an alien?”

“Supposed alien,” Erik said, helping Jane with another machine that looked like it’d fall apart in a stiff breeze. These guys needed some engineering lessons, that was for sure. “I’d wager he was one of those crop circle guys, just… diversifying or something.”

“He was blue, Erik,” Darcy insisted. “And he had horns!”

“Amazing what they can do with prosthetics and makeup these days,” Erik shrugged.

“Yeah, but Erik,” Darcy whined. “He froze the ground!”

Erik shook his head, but the machine slipped and Jane yelped, and his attention shifted off them. “He froze the ground?” Tony asked, turning towards Darcy.

“Yeah, dude, like he was in the middle of the crater, having some sort of a panic attack or something. Jane ran towards him asking if he’d seen what caused the anomaly, because she’s a total dumbass and didn’t, like, notice he was blue or something? I dunno. Anyway, he looked at her like she was some sort of dangerous creature, held his hand out and frosted up half the crater, and then disappeared.” She shrugged. “I got a photo, but it’s really blurry, I won’t even bother putting it on Facebook.”

“Do you mind sending it to me anyway?” he asked. “I can see if JARVIS can clear it up a bit.”

“Yeah, let’s do that CSI bullshit,” she said, holding out her phone to him.

He came around beside her instead of taking it, putting his shades on and activating JARVIS in the lenses. “Oh, yeah, that’s a shitty photo.”

“I know, right?” she said cheerfully.

The snap was shaky and grainy, like she’d pressed the button before she’d got the phone in place. JARVIS reduced the noise and adjusted for motion, and slowly a clearer version began to resolve itself in Tony’s display. “Woah,” he muttered.

“What? What?”

“JARVIS, bluetooth it to her.”

“Holy shit, I’m gonna need your image software,” she yelped as the photo appeared on her screen.

The man - or whatever he was - had his hands thrown out in front of him. He was crouched over, like he’d just picked himself up off the ground, or like he’d been startled, and silvery threads poured from his blue fingers. His face was mostly hidden, but Tony could make out a snarl.

“He was just standing up when we arrived,” Darcy said, zooming into the cleaned-up photo. “Jane started yelling at him, saying he should get out of there, he was messing up the data, and he turned around - that’s when we saw he was all blue, with those horns. He freaked out, iced the place up and disappeared. Pooff! Just like that.”

Tony frowned down at the phone, and then looked out at the markings on the desert floor. “JARVIS, can you send the footage we got from the air off to Dr Foster here? And maybe shift the markings to account for the trajectory, if we get rid of the parallax error we might be able to get some information from the markings.”

“Do you think he’s really an alien?” Darcy asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Damn, that would be so fucking funny, you know, go work for a serious scientist and end up caught up in some conspiracy theory.”

“Could be,” Tony hedged. “I mean, just because we haven’t seen any evidence of aliens yet doesn’t mean they don’t exist. But it’s a long shot, so yeah. We should probably wait until we have more information.”

“Boring,” she said, scrunching her nose up and poking at the screen again. “I’m calling aliens.”

A cold wind blew across both of them suddenly, and Tony shivered. “What the hell?” Tony murmured. “JARVIS, is there a storm forecast?”

“All meteorological data up until the last hour have shown between an eighty to ninety percent chance of clear skies, no disrupted weather at all. However approximately fifteen minutes ago a low pressure area appeared localised to Mount Nahokos, eight miles north of here.”

Tony frowned as the satellite imagery appeared on his sunglasses display. “Is that snow?”

“Yes, Sir. The meteorological anomaly appears to be growing, causing exponentially increasing snowfall. The intensity appears to be decreasing in the inverse square law with the distance from the epicentre.”

“You had me at inverse square law,” Tony said. “Hey, Doctors, I’m gonna go find out what’s causing snow in a New Mexico summer, I’ve sent you my phone number, come play science with me, yeah?”

Jane stood up and tucked some hair behind her ear as he stepped into the suit. “Wait, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he said, tapping his arc reactor. “And I know a bit about those bitches. I’ll send a jet for you, we’ll have fun.”

The face plate closed on him and he sighed, closing his eyes. “Too clingy?” he asked.

“They should be honoured, Sir.”

“Yeah,” he said, straightening up a little. “Yeah, damn straight. Or something. OK, let’s go find the abominable snowman.”

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We know Donald can get temporarily obsessed over just about anything, but what subjects (if any) do you think he'd be the *most* likely to post about if he had a Tumblr? And how do you think he'd act on the website in general?

i feel like you’ve asked me this before? or something similar? anyway this website's format pretty much encourages rapid obsession-cycling, so i think he’d post about whatever’s on his mind currently, he wouldn’t have to specialise.

he’d mostly reblog, like, those posts you see on every nearly empty blog with close to a million notes, because he’d never get past being a, for lack of a better word, newbie when it comes to the actual site culture. 

WEEK 1: the boys encouraged me to get a cooking blog WEEK 2: taking a short break from that to show you all how to build a boat WEEK 3: hdl upload a video of him almost drowning in his boat to discourage people from following his instructions, “HOW DO I DELETE POSTS”WEEK 4: a cooking blog is still too ordinary. too boring. too easy. not worthy of him. challenge him to cook with a handicap and he will do it.WEEK 5: “cooking in a blindfold” “cooking while upside down” “cooking with foraged ingredients only” “cooking with several squirrels stuffed down my shirt”WEEK 6: break for a brief hospital stayWEEK 7: this video game is the greatest thing everWEEK 8: this video game is awful and it’s not because i lost to someoneWEEK 9: freshly recovered but going to atlantis with my uncle, ugh what a choreWEEK 10: ULTRA IMPRESSIVE PARKOUR COMPILATIONSWEEK 11: gofundme to help me pay off my debt so i won’t have to do parkour running from all the people i owe money to anymoreWEEK 12: sudden somberposting about therapy. also this is a botany blog nowWEEK 13: taking a short break from that for the top ten mug cake recipes

blog deleted after a self-loathing episode at three in the morning. tumblr mourns