He wants to propose to her here. That’s why he’s come round. But can’t… pluck up the courage. - Joe Wright
ANN YOUR TAGS ON THAT POST THERE ARE LEGIT TEARS IN MY EYES <3333 I really needed that today, thank you, friend. <3
The family of our small but mighty ship is very important to me and I probably don’t say enough how proud and protective I am of it all. Do you know how much I admire and enjoy your writing? And just you in general?? I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read “let’s play a love game” or the emotional tidal wave I experienced with “one hundred thousand years of solitude” ok. And “you could be my unintended” is very important to me! All your fics are amazing and your contributions to the fandom through things like setting up M&M and being everyone’s full time cheerleader are just ashdkld!!! You are talented and kind and hugely impactful ok ok
fanfiction should be taken a lot more seriously as literature. True, some of it isn’t really excellent writing and some is just smut but let me tell you i have read some fics that are beautifully well done and turned my life upside down and legitimately gave me feelings for days and if that’s not real literature then what is
Favourite Books - American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, “casualties may rise to a million.” With individual stories, the statistics become people — but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’ own myriad squirming children?
(inspired by mmorrow’s magazine-type photosets)
Sif Week - Day 3: Sif the Warrior
My heart has no place in this. I have orders.
imagine your otp spending sleepless nights thinking about each other and trying to decide if they should confess their feelings or not (⊙‿⊙✿)
"met on an online dating site" coffee date. Also, yay you start Monday omg
I don’t know what happened, this is like, 2 seconds of dating and 1200 words of Loki angsting (but totally not, he’s not nervous, ugh, why would you say that) about this date. To Thor. Bless.
Oh no, it’s not you. I get caught up in fandom whoring and i’m just like ah, yes that person. That person is grand but I haven’t spoken to them. I miss them. [baby come back plays in the distance]
yeah welll I’m just gonna…*lays on*