My fandoms include: Person of Interest, The Walking Dead, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Mentalist, Teen Wolf, Sleepy Hollow, Agents of Shield, Fringe, LOTR/The HobbitShips: Reese x Finch, Shaw x Root, Carter x Reese, Stucky, Clintasha, Caryl, Destiel,...
So with Steve and Bucky dating there started to be a strange alliance between groups of people who otherwise wouldn’t socialise. Sam was the first to start hanging around because he shipped them hardcore, and then Natasha because she was Bucky’s wingman, and then everyone else just started to wander over.
Someone put gum in Bruce’s hair and Tony shoo’d them off before Bruce could get too pissed off and do some damage :(
In the same HS!AU as these two pictures. And it’s still sgtbuckyrogers’s fault 8D
2: Describe the last scene you read in as few words as possible. No character names or title.
3: First book that had a major influence on you
4: Quick, you're in desperate need of a fake name. What character name do you think of first?
5: Favorite series and why
6: Public library or personal library?
7: What is the most important part of a book, in your opinion?
8: Why are you reading the book you're currently reading?
9: If you were to publish a book what (besides your real name) would you use for your author name?
10: Do you listen to music when you read? Make a mini playlist for one of your favorite books.
11: What book fandom do you affiliate yourself with the most?
12: Tell one book story or memory (what you were wearing when you were reading something, someone saw you cry in public, you threw a book across the room and broke a window, etc.)
13: What character would be your best friend in real life?
14: Favorite item of book merch
15: Post a shelfie.
16: Rant about anything book related
17: What do you think about movie/tv adaptations?
18: Favorite booktuber(s)
19: Book that you call your child.
20: A character you like but you really, really shouldn't.
21: Do you loan your books?
22: A movie or tv show you wish would have been a book
23: Did your family or friends influence you to read when you were younger?
24: First book(s) you remember being obsessed with
25: A book that you think about and you cringe because of how terrible it was
26: Do you read from recommendations or whatever book catches your eye?
27: How/where do you purchase your books?
28: An ending you wish you could change
29: Favorite female protagonist.
30: One book everyone should read
31: Do you day dream about your favorite books? If so, share one fantasy you have about them.
32: OTP or NoTP?
33: Cute and fluffy or dramatic and deadly?
34: Scariest book you ever read
35: What do you think of Ebooks
36: Unpopular opinions
37: A book you are scared is not going to be all you hoped it would be
38: What qualities do you find annoying in a character?
39: Favorite villain
40: Has there ever been a book you wish you could un-read?
When I was about 3, I had a favourite pedal car at the playschool I used to go to. Knowing what I know now, I was an autistic child who liked none of the other pedal cars but that one. No ifs or buts, had to be that one.
One day some douchebag steals that pedal car off me. GTA toddler style. I put up the biggest stink ever apparently. Even though my memory is pretty awful, I feel I can still remember that key point in my life.
Which wasn't really a key point at the time. In fact I forgot about it for many years. It went to the back of my brain, stored away somewhere, until it came to the surface again when I was about 14/15.
In ICT at school at the start of a new year, we were made to sit boy/girl so we would stop fucking around in our friend groups (we knew it wouldn't work, and I didn't know at that point but our teacher was about to create a monster)
I was a quiet teenager, a dork, bullied and ignored for years, so I kept my head down when I got sat between two guys. I can't remember who one was, but the other was a tool of the most charming kind. Funny, witty, pretty awesome. He started to coax me out of my shell in just one lesson.
My nan learned of his name, and says to me something along the lines of "you used to go to play school with him, he stole your favourite car off you"
What a weird twist of fate. The douchebag who stole my car from me was sitting beside me in ICT and we were becoming fast friends.
We had a lot in common. We were nerdy, we were writers, we were artists. We bounced off each other and created with each other. We hung out at each others places, he'd often sleep over at mine because he preferred to be there. He taught me martial arts, got me involved in iaido, the ancient art of the sword. He taught me to defend myself and respect myself.
He became my best friend, my safe space, the surest part of my life. Solid like a rock, always. Never judging, always patient.
Sadly, he left school before the last year. I went into a relationship just before the summer holidays, a relationship he had warned me against for two years. The relationship went sour fast. It was abusive, it was controlling, it sapped away my freedom.
Poison was poured into my ear, constantly dripping away and turning my love for my friends into distrust and hate. Everything was soured and tainted.
When the martial arts convention came around and I finally saw my friend again, he asked if I was happy to see him, with his arms wide open. I said "Probably not." I couldn't even give a real answer, I couldn't speak my mind.
Thinking that was what I really thought, what I really wanted, he accepted that and moved on with hardly another word.
I didn't see him again.
I stayed in my abusive relationship for six years. It poisoned me. It drained me and ruined me and ripped me apart. It stripped me of my identity. It dragged me down and beat me until I thought I'd never be free and normal again.
Purely by luck, if I'm honest, it all ended in 2015 when he finally found someone else, finally moved on, and I was free. At last.
I could start to piece myself back together. Or at least I thought. Two more pretty bad relationships followed, and one put me in the hospital on a suicide attempt. I was desperate, poor, depressed, and at an all time low.
Then I heard about a reunion for the '09 class that was happening near my home town, in the town where I went to school. I was debating going. I didn't really like anyone from school, I had kept in touch with the people I wanted to, where I hadn't ruined friendships.
Then a name popped up. His name. For almost eight years I had thought about him and regretted my actions, regretted the two words that had lost me my best friend. He was saying he may go to the reunion.
Something compelled me to apologise, after all this time, even if he shunned me and didn't accept. I had to know that I had finally tried to reach out.
He tells me now that there was no way he would have rejected my apology. He told me that he had never stopped being friends with me. He had kept the crappy drawing I gave him when we were teens, moving it from frame to frame and taking it with him every time he moved house.
It's sitting to my right now, as I sit on his bed on my visit to see him. The reunion was pretty great, even if we didn't actually go to the reunion. I said I was going because I thought it was a chance to see him one last time; he said he was going because he had seen I was going. We ended up sitting on my bed watching Netflix and realising some things we maybe should have realised a long time ago.
Our lives have been intertwined almost from the start, twisted together closely. He is my life partner, my fixed point, my safe space. I am so glad of the second chance I've been given and the new road we are stepping onto.
Life goes in weird directions. It goes up and down and sideways, often quite violently. The end goal is never clear. We never know where we're heading. I don't know what's coming next, but I hope it's great.
I am coming
for all the monsters that ever touched him,
I am coming
for all the ones who twisted his stars into shadows,
They turned him into a nightmare,
So I’m going to be theirs.
and they’ll never wake up // k.s. (via worthytony)
me, finally getting a chance to say something I've thought about for twelve days straight: oh, hey, that reminds me, funny thing, this just came to mind but
This screenshot of me shouting General Tullius off the very high bridge in front of Solitude as he was in the middle of his rousing speech is honestly my favourite memory from any game. No one reacted at all and it took him a good 45 seconds to make his way back up and resume what he was saying. I shouted him off again immediately.
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