Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
You Will Hear Thunder
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
me: did scott neutralize silver with the power of his True Alphaness? because that’s baller as fuck
danny: it was some kind of thermal wire which may also have been silver? idk. what i do k is that it murderfucked everybody it hit until scott fucking mccall
me: did he choke her out or just straight up look into her eyes til she passed out bc ngl that would work on me
danny: he pushed her back against that wall and conked her out. saving his brand new beta’s mortal werewolf enemy in the process. then he told stiles to call the sheriff to come arrest everybody, because he’s scott mccall and we don’t just murder people to solve our problems.
me: single proud tear
UGHHHHHH I love that book ;___;
YESSS GUIDO/TONIO 5EVER
kickdrumheart replied to your post: Book meme
Oh god, Cry to Heaven. I should get a copy for whoever is going to be my next therapist. Shit.
same, Biz. same same. things happened.
So… Chapter 2 of that thing I did is up. Now with 100% more strap-ons and rug burn!
I’ll post it here later after I have some wine and forget how much I hate formatting text entries.
protip: take the formatted HTML from the ao3 editor, switch the tumblr post mode to HTML, and pastede on. switch back to rich text to make sure it’s displaying correctly, add the cut tag, and wollah.
in other news: YO YO MELLY WROTE ARAMIS GETTING PEGGED READ IT READ IT
tagged by a couple different people now - I think kickdrumheart and maraschinocheri at least.
TAGGING: werebearbearbar, winterlive, aerographie, barricadeur, latxcvi, dedaumier, dgaider even though he probably won’t do it, anybody else who wants to ramble about books I mean, come on.
(if you have already done and I didn’t see it, my bad)
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
my very lengthy replies under the cut.
Yes, dear, what is it?
What is causing you to look so earnest in your efforts to communicate the great and eventful news you are about to impart?
What’s that? Little Timmy fell down a well?!
Good boy, Tom! Good boy!
*pats head. After calling rescue services for little Timmy of course*
please, you know if Little Timmy fell down the well he’d just be laughing, taking pictures and getting Howard to upload them because he’s too cool for Instagram.