#yeah i know!

[elennemigo]

"Malba in the Multiverse? Or a mystery for Sherlock? Today we recieved the visit of Benedict Cumberbatch who toured the "Tercer ojo" exhibition. In addition to the works of Frida Kahlo, he was interested in the Argentine artists León Ferrari, Víctor Grippo and Jorge de la Vega."

Benedict at the Malba Museum, Buenos Aires, Argentina (October 3rd)

[aelaer]

An unexpected fic snippet

(My ISH fic exchange got out of hand. It'll probably be around 20-25k words (I'm north of 11k now), and I'm doing my best to finish it within the next 10 days. Yes, I'm writing my butt off haha. In the meanwhile, here's a snippet of what's coming in this out-of-the-blue-story that was only supposed to be 1.5k words but then a plot bashed its head in and then I got Really Angsty. Also since it's an IronStrange fic exchange it'll be labeled as such, but anyone who knows me knows that I'm poop at romance so the most romantic thing they'll probably do is make googly eyes at each other at the very end lmao. Slow burn to end all slow burns.)

In 2018, the world almost ended. The world almost ended on a surprisingly frequent basis, Stephen had discovered in the last two years. But this time, this time the solution seemed just as bad as the problem itself with five years lost and so much suffering in the interim and the years after. So Stephen pushed himself farther than he ever had before to see if he could find something else, a solution that was less cruel, less harmful, less impacting.

He found it sometime after 22.3 million futures. And only then did he allow himself to be pulled out of his trance to find Tony holding onto both of his arms, concern written across his entire face.

"You weren't responding to anything, Doc," Tony said. "Deep in there, were you?" He smiled as if it were a joke, but his eyes said anything but.

"I needed to look," he said, when he was able to say anything. Before anyone could ask anything more of him, Stephen said, "Give me a moment. I just need a moment." Searching that many futures had drained him, but also gave the opportunity needed to make this a bit less catastrophic at a much lesser price.

"Give him some air," Tony barked at the others, and while Stephen could see that Peter—both Peters—were clearly filled with questions, they took one look at Tony and backed off—though Quill with a couple mutters under his breath. "You okay?" he asked, voice soft.

"Fine," he said, and Stephen was fine enough—there was no time for platitudes. There was no time to think about the amount of times he saw the man kneeling before him die, die in a countless number of terrible, unspeakable ways.

"What were you doing with the Stone?" Tony asked, eyes narrowed in curiosity.

"Trying to find a future in which we win." Before Tony could speak again, Stephen spoke onward. "I need you to listen to me very carefully." Tony stilled; while they had—butted heads a little bit in the last few hours, their previous acquaintanceship over the years helped smooth out rough edges that would have otherwise been present. It's maybe what made this next bit possible at all.

"I need to hide the Time Stone. And you can help me."

[leeryeels]

[herefortommo]

AY, EMMA, CONGRATULATIONS! That’s so amazing, you must be so proud. I’m very happy for you 😊 i’m curious, though. Would you mind sharing what bachelor degree you’ll have (because you’re gonna get it!) and what masters programme you got into? I love getting to know bloggers’ “real jobs” haha it’s so interesting

Thank you, nonnie! I am, because I worked for it harder than I’d like to admit. They are both in the same field, which is Czech linguistics and literature. Usually you pick only one of those to study at master’s, but I love both with passion so I chose joint master’s that combines the two :)

[asterionbanditsleader-blog]

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(>∇<) - we should rp!

((Sorry, I’m not sure how to make a starter for you =P. I agree though!))

[lady--aurora]

Ok, quick funny story while I'm on break

I decided during one of my breaks earlier to finish a boatload of Writing Center assignments so that I would have less on my plate. For one of these assignments, I had to write three paragraphs about why I'm here and what my plans are. Well, when I went to get this checked by one of the tutors so that I could get credit for it, I accidentally had my notebook open to the wrong page. I had it opened to a personal journal entry. It took until he was at the last few sentences before I realized what he was reading and snatched it away from him. I was embarrassed as all fuck and my face was hot as Hell. I explained what had happened. But here's the cool part: he liked my writing so much that he asked in the most sincere and polite way possible if he could finish reading. It turns out that he wants to join the Peace Corps too and we talked for about a half hour before I left to do more homework. I gave him my number before I left and told him that I have a boyfriend, so don't be a creep. He said he wouldn't, and he honestly doesn't seem like the type anyway, or I wouldn't have given it to him. So, college win!