So I went on Google…
Martin Freeman, ladies and gentlemen.
Martin Freeman, ladies and gentlemen.
Loki nd th0r wer falling off a bridge wen ther dad catched dem
loki sed “daddyz will U luv me 4evr”
odin sed “NO LOKI…”“
loki cryed nd fell in2 space
he was gon.
odin whispered in2 space
“i ment to sey i wud luv u TH0R-evr…”
(dat ment odin is a jerk)
~**~*REBLOAG IF U CRY EVRY TIME**~*~~
Crying of laughter, maybe.
Well, Hulk loves Loki floor-ever.
1) The 65th GIF in your folder will be your reaction when you hear that Superwholock will actually happen:
2) The 83rd GIF in your folder will be your reaction to the opening:
(They must have butchered my screen play. Or put Dan Didio in charge. How would that even happen???)
3) The 2nd to last GIF will be their enemy in the first episode:
(HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE, MY “TUS2” HEADCANON IS REALITY.)
4) The 49th GIF will be the Doctor’s reaction to meeting Sherlock:
5) The 56th GIF will be Sherlock’s reaction to meeting the Winchester’s:
6) The 21st GIF will be Sam and Dean’s reaction to both Sherlock and the Doctor:
(ACCURATE)
7) The 17th GIF will be your reaction to the climax of the episode:
(Because, of course, they followed my screenplay and the opening was a fluke.)
8) The 72nd GIF is what you feel like after finishing the episode:
9) The 9th to last GIF will be your reaction when you hear they only show one episode every three months:
(Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah…)
friendly reminder that iron man three starts filming today
Here’s rooting for more shirtless!Tony and at least two Avenger cameos. Show me the love, Marvel. Show me the love.
(Source: chibicoaster)
Clint/Natasha. Because I can never get enough.
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Im probably way too late but why not try. How bout clint and natasha from the avengers
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oh you’re taking requests? would it be too much to ask even after you wrote that incredible three-parter with cas and thor? buuuhhh i just saw the avengers for the fifth time today, so how about some natasha/clint because they fill me with so much happy wibblies?
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(Like, two others that just read “Clint/Natasha”)
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A/N: YES. AVENGER!MOVIE OTP. AAAH. Pretty much NSFW, but not really REAL hardcore smut… but it’s below the jump. Word count 730. FML, I SUCK AT WORD CAPPING.
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Clint had never undressed so quickly in his life.
The stop for Schwarma had, in his opinion, taken far too fucking long. It was all he could do not to drag Natasha into the bathroom and just do it there. But protocol wouldn’t stand for it. Not to mention the nagging sensation that if he had, he’d never had heard the end of it from Stark.
- The L’Oreal brothers
- Male Katniss
- The green special snowflake who’s always pissed off
- Captain ”my skintight suit will make you feel uncomfortable”
- Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist
- The chick who got added in to make everything look less gay
- Robin
- HE SHOULDN’T HAVE DIED
- The Angry Pirate
DUDE, it’s actually CRAZY HARD. I remember the first time I read “On Writing” (Stephen King), and he said to write every day, I was like, “Hey. NBD.” And then he said, “Like TEN PAGES A DAY.” And I was like, y’know what… that’s not going to work out for everybody.
It’s really been this last year that I’ve made myself stick with the writing. A few months ago it was three pages a day. I’m up to five MINIMUM. If I’ve got it in me, I keep going. And I’m not gonna lie, it’s improved my writing TONS. So from one writer to another, just issue yourself a little challenge! Start with, say, five-hundred words a day. And then just DO IT. I know when I do my five pages, I feel a lot less guilty about wasting time on Tumblr.
Thanks again!! MUCH LOVE!!!
“Loki and Castiel”
A/N: Kind of horrified by how well this turned out. Plus mental hospital Cas is FUN to write. It’s like writing in the style of a Salvador Dali painting. Seriously though, WHAT THE HELL? DO I haVE a NEW SHIP??? IDEK. Word count is 681. So much for brevity.
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The hospital was quiet.
Castiel was sitting in the foyer, staring out the window at the bees. Always the bees. The honey bees were dying. No. Disappearing. He was disappearing. He was disappearing, the other voice, the elder brother, the claws caught in the fractures of his mind pulling him wide open and raw and everything was bruise-colored and too warm and—
The nurse told him he needed to stop. He was doing it again. He wasn’t sure what it was. But the other patients were screaming. It was dark in the room. Why was it dark? There was glass on the floor and the not-nurse, Meg and not Meg and not Megara was telling him—no, Clarence—to keep it together. He told her there was no Clarence in the hospital. Or the tri-state county area.
She rolled her eyes.
She led him by his hand back to his room, the big white one with the window that overlooked the garden. He told her he’d figured out about the bees, about what they really were. She just patted him on the cheek and told him that was nice, and that he should think about getting some sleep before she drugged him just to shut him up. She also mentioned that she didn’t think the drugs would work, so he shouldn’t push his luck or she’d come up with something that would get him to sleep.
She shut the door behind her, turned the lock and smiled at him through the window. Castiel smiled back. Then he smiled at the shadow in his room.
It was a shadow made of dark colors and pale skin; green eyes and a smile that split his face wide open. He took the green scarf off from around his neck, leaning his cane up on the wall. “Castiel… imagine my shock… finding you here.”
Castiel shook his head. “It is unfortunate. No one is supposed to find me here.”
“Unfortunate indeed,” the shadow said, shrugging off his jacket. “They say you’re dead.”
Castiel considered this a moment as the shadow moved like dark water through the blackness of the room. “I was dead. That is I should have died. I am still… uncertain as to how I am alive.”
“And here of all places,” the shadow said, suddenly beside him. “A respite for the broken. Or was it receptacle?” Too-long fingers, cold as winter, were around Castiel’s jaw, turning his eyes to the twin spots of emerald staring at him through the shadows. “How far the guardian has fallen… you are unable to guard even yourself.”
Castiel’s mouth opened, but he said nothing. He could feel the cool breath of the shadow on his lips, but could not speak.
“I was always jealous, you know… not only of Thor. Of his titles and songs… Those things he could have, but you…” Castiel took in a short breath as the fingers tightened almost painfully on his jaw. “I would have given myself over to your protection, Castiel. I only longed for a single word…”
The lips of the shadow were cool, close enough to touch, to taste. Castiel’s mouth remained open; expecting, wanting. His breath was shallow, his skin warm. All he needed was a single word, and…
“Did you know bees can only see specific colors?” he asked, his voice only a whisper. “Their eyes can detect ultraviolets and greens and yellows, b-but…. But not red.”
The shadow sighed and the pressure on Castiel’s jaw disappeared. “You are utterly useless,” he muttered, turning to retrieve his coat. “There is no victory to be had in breaking you. Not when you are already so markedly broken.”
Castiel went rigid. “Dean says I will get better.”
The shadow put on his scarf. His dark green eyes cast a single look at the fallen angel. “Your Dean is a liar.”
Castiel stared as the shadow turned to darkness. Alone he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the empty walls. Alone he lay himself down in cold sheets, body trembling and lips aching. Alone, Castiel slept.
“prompt: thor and loki spending a day with a girl they both like.”
A/N: Meandering, Sif feels, Bro feels, and, uh… 600 words. So shoot me.
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“That, brother, was cheating.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Thor wrung the water out from his hair as he marched directly toward his brother. Loki’s eyes widened as his brother drew nearer and he took a few steps back. When it became clear that the young demi-God was, in fact, headed directly toward him, Loki turned tail and ran.
Both the boys dashed up the shoreline, their friends laughing and calling after them. While Loki was fast, it seemed he wasn’t fast enough, just as they rounded the large, stone outcropping, Thor leaped forward to tackle the trickster.
He fell straight through the illusion and to the sand.
Loki, already perched atop the rock, burst into laughter. He shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. At Thor’s sand-covered expression of disdain, he exploded into another fit of giggles. “Oh, I never tire of watching you fall for that—”
“Come down and face me like a man!” Thor bellowed.
Loki raised an eyebrow. “Why, so that you might scrap your knuckles against my scalp until I beg for mercy?”
“So that I might teach you that none here enjoy your pranks!” Thor said, pointing toward the ocean where their friends still stood.
Loki shifted on his perch, eyes narrowing. “You are only angry because you could not best the swamfisk,” he said, lifting his chin.
“There would have been no swamfisk to have been dealt with had you not called it here!”
“And I would have had no need to call it if you hadn’t run after me!”
“You cut her hair, Loki!” Thor snapped.
“It was only a few inches!”
“You know Sif has spent ages growing her hair!” Thor said, pointing back at the ocean. “She had hoped to braid her hair in the same fashion as the elves! Now it shan’t be long enough in time for the grand banquet!”
Loki said nothing.
Thor stepped toward the rock. “Have you no shame, little brother?!”
Loki just sat atop the stone formation and picked at the rock in silence. He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I just… had hoped she might notice me.”
Thor blinked. “What?”
Loki shrugged again, finally looking up from the stone. “Sif.”
Thor looked progressively more confused. “So you cut a length of her braid? I fail to understand what you hoped it would accompl—”
“—she stopped looking at you for a time,” Loki snapped, green eyes gone narrow.
Thor stared up at his little brother a long while, neither speaking. Thor shook his head, silently at first, then he began to chuckle. The chuckle turned to laughter, and he held his hand up to the other Odinson. “Take my hand, brother.”
Loki frowned. “Why?”
“Because we must return home soon if we are to be on time for the feast.”
“Aren’t you mad? About Sif’s hair? A-about the swamfisk?”
Thor smiled at him. “Brother, we are foolish enough without us allowing a woman to cloud our judgment.”
Loki’s mouth twitched into a grin. “Well, you’re foolish enough.”
“Stop it,” Thor laughed as Loki took his hand and hopped down from the rock. “Here.” He held out his hand to his brother. “On this day, we vow never to let ourselves be divided. Not by woman, not by man, not by anything in the Nine Realms.” He smirked. “Are we in agreement, little brother?”
Loki smiled, taking his brother’s hand and squeezing it tightly. “Of course.”
Thor pulled his younger brother into a tight embrace. “May we never be divided.”
Loki nodded against Thor’s shoulder. “Never.”
i f5’d your page so hard, i may have broken the button. plz tell me the link works now.
http://stopitsgingertime.tumblr.com/post/23670526984/so-in-this-hypothetical-fanfiction-where-the
OH MY GOD. THIS MUST HAPPEN. LIEK ASAP.
*looks at drabble-pile* I’LL COME BACK TO THIS. O_O
