Before I left for visiting family Georgia, I received wonderful cards & gifts from Kay, Jenn, and Lexi. My return to Seattle was welcomed by even more delightful greetings from Molly, Lysha, Geener, Waffles, Carly, Kaitlyn, and Cassy.
Your incredibly kind thoughts and words have made me grin ear-to-ear every time I look at them, and have brightened the holidays and new year. I wish I could better articulate the extent of my gratitude to each of you.
❤ Thank you! ❤
The following is a list of the people who’ve made the past year one of the most memorable of my life. I honestly don’t know where I’d be going right now if I hadn’t found the incredibly supportive community that Tumblr has granted me. Each and every one of you holds a special place in my heart, and I never want any of you to forget that. Not ever. So I hope this serves as some sort of thanks for being the most amazing and incredible family I could possibly ask for. ♥
beforeverfallen + saroux + waderudy + beashark + nothinbutherain + camiyak + devils-trap + seapeny + chadleymacguff + bastardfromabasket + finestmoments + icoulduseinsouciantmaybe + gabrielesque + perpetuallycaffeinated + astheplanetsbend + thatgirljazz + doctorbeardface + x-i-n-e + preciousdaryl + turdtier + daunt + hyuuman + heathyr + sethbagel + transmutes + avali + shagneto + hugatreeortwo + picnicsatasgard + scruffyeccleston + anattractivecryingman + cannibalpie + god- + sulu + iamthebestatspace + reavers + lesterduck + msgryz + flynndesdelca + downeying + f-greybacks + lysimache + 7ns + greenblooded-hobgoblin + bakerstreetwar + ironmanned + hipsterloki + balphesian + fornax + hushthenoise + euclase + the-rani + ibrokethebat + topherbrinked + winchestqueers + swag-neto + -lazarus + ohmyuser + teddykaplan + harperings + stereowire + quimvaa + iwantmyburd + boazpriestly + ironfries + -wondersmith + fassabendover + leonardodicraprio + finchering + spaces- + tonysboner + wallyswest + malfoysenior + shellhead + assguard + pprofoundbond + tonyystark + coveredinsnow- + tonyno + teaat2am + thranduils + scarlettjo + isaytheenay + coulsons + black-nata + gayjamesbond + lawyerupasshole + leviathiel + calthazars + wintersoldiers + iwenttofilmschool + delannoie + bannerisms + parrotworm + sammygetyourgun + punctures + tgda + thisisnotbruce + misskass + dickgraysoned + dirtyovercoats + romulanwhore + gigolojoes + thebartonbow + amnesiques + finchered + rkchav + good-shot-green + nakedwithmjolnir + inouken + captaindick + clivebarton + crowthis + also-also + deansies + thedisneyprincessofasgard + allthehomo + mcfiddles + authormichals + thetuxedos + immigrantsongs + brokenheartedfestivities + trifaux + avengerlicious + hiddlespudding
MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HOLIDAYS, YOU AMAZING MOTHERFUCKERS!
asfhsdfk Kay, I adore you and your damn majestic everything. You make the world a better place just by being in it. Don’t ever change ♥
A question I see aimed at people I follow on here all too often (usually by individuals who’ve chosen to hide behind the label of anonymous).
Why do I invest so much of my time and energy in pairings that don’t legitimately exist outside of fandom? Because I can.
As a society, we’ve been conditioned to believe that the only “normal” functioning relationship is that between a man and a woman. We’re told gay or lesbian or other relationships are “abnormal” and “wrong”. The only reasoning behind these labels are personal biases created by religious influences/personal biases/conditioning from personal environments. That’s it.
Thus, the only relationships featured in comic books or action hero movies or superhero stories are heterosexual ones. Because clearly, the male hero is only manly and able to save the world so long as he loves women and has a doting girlfriend/wife. By the same card, the only way the female hero can be successful and able to save the world is if she has her man at home to keep her safe when she’s not out kicking bad guy ass.
If I’m to be frank? Fuck that utter bullshit.
Superheroes can love whoever the fuck they want. Men don’t have to love women. Women don’t have to love men. Men can love men and still save the world at the end of the day. Women can love women and still save the world at the end of the day. It doesn’t fucking matter.
Sexual orientation, gender identity, all of that doesn’t matter. Everybody is who they are and no one is going to be able to change that.
If there could be a way of somehow shifting the collective awareness of society enough so there could be gay/lesbian/bi/trans*/etc. superheroes written into the stories without people batting an eye, I’d make it happen. Not even a question. I’d make it happen or die trying.
Hell, that’s basically one of my goals in trying to get into the film industry so I can write movies that I want to see, rather than what the general biased public wants to see.
But I digress.
I talk about gay pairings because they mean something to me. There’s not just this superficial interest in watching two people fuck. Sure, porn is great, but that’s not the reason I’m here.
I’m here because of the relationships that are formed between two characters.
Love is so complicated and so impossible, and yet it’s something that we’re all talking about every single day. We’re explaining how intimately entwined these characters are, and we’re explaining how their love for each other is exemplified even in the most domestic, inconsequential ways.
Fandom is so rich and so diverse. It’s a never-ending fount of creativity and collective awareness, and I’ve never found anything quite like it.
That is why I talk about “gay pairings” all the time.
First day back in class was fabulous~
Tuesdays and Wednesdays I have four hours of figure drawing each day. Half of my academic success this quarter relies upon my intense study and rendering of naked people.
I’m kinda lovin’ art school right about now.
By Jarreau Wimberly.
Thor raises Mjölnir high over his head, arms bending in order to take advantage of the leverage provided by the solid weight of it in his hands.
Loki remains on his knees where he’d fallen just moments ago, forked spear cast aside where it is of no use to him now.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t beg or curse Thor, but rather stays utterly silent, head bowed and gaze focused on the snow beneath their feet. Almost as though he’s given up. As though he’s admitted defeat.
With a cry, Thor swings Mjölnir down, and he’s afforded a brief glimpse as Loki flinches before the hammer buries itself in the snow, inches from the trickster’s right knee.
It’s silent between them for a long moment, save for the howl of the wind and their own breathing. Thor isn’t sure if he wants Loki to speak first. But he knows he has nothing eloquent to say.
“Why?” the other god finally demands, voice harsh.
He closes his eyes against the biting wind, then sinks to his knees in front of Loki, releasing his too-tight hold on the hammer’s grip. “You’re my brother,” he answers hoarsely.
The laugh that falls from the trickster’s lips is mirthless, but as he glances up, his eyes no longer look as cold as they did. “But I am not,” he says. “I never have been. Even now.”
“It matters not,” Thor shakes his head, reaching out to curl his fingers over the nape of the other god’s neck. “I could no more take your life than you could mine.”
Loki’s kiss is not gentle, nor is it kind. But it’s all Thor has and he takes it greedily, biting down on the swell of the thin lip between his teeth, tasting iron as they both fight for dominance.
When they pull apart, Loki has his own hand curled round Thor’s nape, an indecipherable look in his eyes.
“I will be the end of you, Thor,” and the way he says it sounds almost like a warning.
It would be thoughtful if they hadn’t already had this conversation a thousand times over.
“We will meet our end together,” Thor replies, letting his head fall forward to rest his cheek against Loki’s shoulder. “For now, can you not grant me this? If only for a short while?”
Loki makes a derisive sound, but he moves to pull the thunder god closer, sharing what little body heat he has to offer. As they rest against one another Thor decides that perhaps they will be each other’s downfall. And it’s only fitting, all things considered.
Sa and I just spent the past five minutes capslock shouting at each other because we’ve officially discovered that we are the same person.
If you’re one of the ones that ship us, it’d probably be enlightening for you to know that your ship is sorta qualified as masturbation.
Same person, and whatnot.
FILED UNDER: THINGS ALL OF YOU NEED TO KNOW
…sometimes, man, it scares me a little bit
So I’m just going to sit here and enjoy my gourmet poptart pies and sketch Captain America cuddling with Iron Man and
I keep expecting to have Mark Pellegrino watching me
masturbate from the ceiling
he turns into you
Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car ;
Otherwise known as the adventures of the OCs belonging to Sa (saroux) and myself (the-flynnster). Nick Barrett (prophet, hunter, your average rogue), and Raziel (the angel assigned to keep tabs on him). Graphic by Sa, fic by me. If y’all have questions about these two, feel free to ask.
“You know why.”
“No shit, Raz,” Nick rolls his eyes skyward, lifting his beer for a slow drag. “I just mean why me. Why was I special? Why am I a goddamn prophet?”
It’s gotten to the point where Raz doesn’t even flinch when he cusses. Nick smiles a little at that, wondering if that’s thanks to how much time Raziel spends down here (even though he’s technically been here since before biblical times, if the lore is anything to go by), thanks to him specifically, or a combination of the two. Nick hopes it’s the latter.
“You were chosen long before you, your parents, even your grandparents were alive,” Raz says in reply, eyes fixed on some point close to the horizon. “Prophets are more important than you know. Especially now.”
Nick snorts, tilting his head back to get the last swallow of his drink.
“Mate, you really need to quite with the Sunday School bullshit,” he shakes his head, squinting down the empty road ahead before chucking the empty bottle as far as he can manage. “You know I don’t buy most of it.”
Raziel stays quiet for a few minutes, seemingly fascinated by the way the glass bottle shatters into a thousand shards against the concrete. Then, he opens his mouth again.
“If Michael wins, the world loses,” he begins. “If Lucifer wins, the world loses. They are too power-hungry and humanity would be considered collateral damage during the actual battle. That bottle is an apt metaphor for a post-Apocalyptic Earth.”
Nick blinks at him, startled by the sudden reveal of something most hunters just might consider some pretty important information. “Well that’s … bleak,” he laughs drily. “What’s the occasion for the info dump?”
Raziel turns and gives him the “I am tolerating your human incompetence for the singular reason that I care about your survival” look. And Nick thinks it should be a little more unsettling than it is that he actually knows exactly what that looks translates to from angel to human.
“I am not here under orders anymore, Nick,” he answers shortly. “I haven’t been under orders for a long time. Heaven is in the middle of mass chaos and the Archangels are quickly running out of patience.”
Nick raises an eyebrow, then taps his foot against Raziel’s leg to refocus his attention. “Then why’re you here, Raz?”
The angel stares at him, eyes settling into that blue-green they get when he’s stressed. “I am here for you because you matter.”
They’ve had similar discussions before, but Nick can’t remember getting this far before. The fact alone that he trusts an angel with his life says how far he’s allowed Raziel into his life. But he’s never asked if the sentiment goes both ways.
“Are you sayin’ you’ve been going against Heaven all this time, Raz?” Nick asks gruffly, expression both startled and wary.
Raziel snorts, laughing wryly as he gives Nick a quizzical look. “I’ve been ‘going against Heaven’ since I began staying at your side, Nick. This is nothing new.”
He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he tries to get his thoughts under control. “God dammit, Raz,” Nick curses. “God dammit.”
And that in itself is pretty useless. God isn’t here anymore. He hasn’t been for a long time. Nick’s known that for most of his life.
The angel just watches him, that infuriatingly eternal serene expression on his face. “I don’t understand your frustration, Nick. I am voluntarily disobeying wartime orders that would result in the death of over three billion innocent humans. I’m on your side.”
Before Raz can start spouting off any more righteous crap, Nick grabs the angel’s tie and yanks him into an aggressive kiss, the first real one they’ve shared. It’s more teeth than lips, really, but neither of them minds.
When they pull apart, Nick lets go of Raziel’s tie and focuses back on the road stretching out before the parked Mustang. “Next time, Raz,” he says, shaking his head with a disbelieving smile on his lips. “Tell me when you’ve decided to go rogue so I don’t have a heart attack when angels come after us while you’re here, alright?”
Raziel chuckles, resting a hand on Nick’s shoulder as he gives a brief nod of acquiescence. “Anything you wish.”
I Need A Miracle And Not Someone’s Charity → A Thor/Loki Fanmix
01. MY LAND - SONATA ARCTICA
02. THINKING OF YOU - A PERFECT CIRCLE
03. ONCE - CALEB KANE
04. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE - WITHIN TEMPTATION
05. MEMORIES (SOMEONE WE’LL NEVER KNOW) - CLINT MANSELL
06. BREATHE INTO ME - RED
07. I WANT LOVE (STUIDO MIX) - AKIRA YAMAOKA & MELISSA WILLIAMSON
08. WEIGHT OF THE WORLD - SALIVA
09. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME - DAVID FORD
10. JUST LIKE YOU - THREE DAYS GRACE
11. 3055 - ÓLAFUR ARNALDS
12. SAY GOODBYE - THEORY OF A DEADMAN
13. BROKEN - SONATA ARCTICA
14. STEP TO ME - THOUSAND FOOT KRUTCH
15. OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY - NIGHTWISH
16. HAND OF SORROW - WITHIN TEMPTATION
17. RECLUSION - ANBERLIN
18. SET FIRE TO THE RAIN - ADELE
I Don’t Care What You Call Me for gabrielesque
credit for the .gif goes to [future-bird]
“I got ‘im, I got ‘im!”
Loki brandishes his automatic in a practiced gesture for Thor to hit the deck and leave him with a clear shot.
Unfortunately, the larger of the pair decides it’s the right time to tackle their quarry around the middle as a better method of bringing him down.
His finger compresses on the trigger and the resulting bang actually rattles him because he’s expecting Thor to fall. Their line of work is always dangerous, but they work together better than most of the professionals who’ve been doing it for thirty years. He’s never had to worry about Thor stepping too far out of line to the point of endangering one or both of them.
Today … he’d crossed that line.
Loki lowers the gun, his hands shaking imperceptibly as he silently thanks every listening deity that he’d managed to aim high and missed the grappling pair completely. He watches Thor wrestle the formerly on-the-run inmate into handcuffs, then hoist him into the back of their SUV.
Today was pretty standard, as far as ops go. It was just a favor one of their contacts had called in and neither of them thought anything more of it.
Loki still isn’t sure why he’s so shaken up about Thor blatantly ignoring his warning, but he finally manages to grab the other bounty hunter’s shoulder and yank him around.
“The hell were you doing?!”
Thor just blinks at him, the beginnings of his trademark roguish grin quirking his lips. “I had an opening and I went for it. C’mon, man. The bloke wasn’t gonna hurt anybody. ‘sides, you did great.”
He lets a breath hiss out through his teeth, eyes narrowing slightly. “I almost shot you,” Loki reprimands, green eyes flashing dangerously. “Next time, tell me when you’re going to go all Rambo, alright?”
Thor chuckles, then reaches out to curl strong fingers over Loki’s nape, pulling him a little closer despite his want to do nothing more than slap the infuriating smile off the blond’s face.
“I’ll tell you every time I go all Rambo,” Thor’s tone is affectionately mocking, and Loki can’t help but begin to smile as well. “Deal?”
He sighs, rolling his eyes once as he inevitably falls right back into whatever this thing they have is called. “Deal.”
The second the word passes his lips, Thor is pulling him into a deep, possessive kiss that screams an innate need to lay claim to previously claimed territory all over again. Loki fists both hands in Thor’s ridiculously untamed blond hair and gives as good as he gets, sucking the questing tongue into his mouth and dragging his teeth over it as they pull apart.
“Ready?” Thor’s blue eyes flash in a playful challenge and he immediately bounds to the driver’s seat, unbelievably agile for a man his size.
Loki just shakes his head, loping gracefully to the passenger’s side and throwing himself into the seat as Thor hits the gas hard enough to have the SUV’s tires squealing.
Well, they might not be perfect, but they’re pretty damn close.