Signal Boost.
So, as most of you know by now, I’m deactivating my account at the end of the evening. But before I go, I wanted to send out a signal boost to some people who, if you’re not following them now, you really should:
- Arctic-Laufeyson
- Zapzaptasers
- Thercherprotocol
- Disordinanceandpride
- Ladyloki-Countessofmischief
- Starkindustriesonline
Really, this is a great set of quality RPers. If there’s anything I want to do before I vanish, it’s boost these writers.
It’s been an honor, people. Have a blast.
Farewell to Tony Stark.
Tony sighed, leaning against the plexiglass that shone dark in the evening light. His fingers left light prints against the surface, his breath ghosting a wake that lingered on the glass for a moment before fading away into nothingness. When Tony closed his eyes he could feel himself doing that, too: lingering too long before slipping out of reach. His eyes opened again and he gulped amber liquid, feeling the burn against his throat. It felt good, warming his insides as the night breeze lifted goosebumps against his flesh with its trailing fingers.
“I’m getting too old for this,” Tony murmured. Running his finger around the rim of the glass, Tony approached the edge of the tower. At its ledge the wind grew stronger, buffeting against his ankles with a light pull.
He considered for a momentarily what would happen if he jumped. He really did. But all too soon he felt the stab of regret that came along with those thoughts – all the people he’d let down, all the loved ones he’d miss. Loved one, rather. Maybe he’d have a family one day, but it would mean changing a few things. It’d mean getting out of this rut – giving a few things up.
“Just you and, me, at the end of the road,” he mused, looking down at his drink. The amber liquid merely glittered, swirling lazily in the confines of the glass. It had been a constant friend, hadn’t it? All these years, a constant he could always rely on. Tony Stark and booze, a duo that would always go hand in hand.
The cold kissed him again, biting his ears and fingers with a thousand tiny needles. Tony closed his eyes.
The glass dropped from his hand with a whisper of glass against flesh, a whistle of falling – then tumbled down, down, glittering. He never heard it hit the ground, all those stories below; still, Tony knew the deed was done.
And, somehow, he smiled.
“Got to give a few things up, right?” Tony chuckled, biting his lip. That was that. He let it go.
Tony turned away and went back inside, leaving behind his last drink shattered on the basement somewhere far, far below. No more liquor. No more warmth and intoxication and boozed up, oversexed evenings.
“I’m too old for it, anyway,” he laughed, sliding open the glass door.
The fire was warm on the hearth inside, crackling softly. The room was lit a sunset orange – the same color as her hair, tied up on top of her head in a tight ponytail. She wore one of his button up shirts, but casual as she was Tony was still sure that she was working on some corporate thing or other. Still, even while she was working he still thought she was beautiful. He loved the way her nose crinkled when she got frustrated, or the way she bit her lip while she was thinking.
More than anything, though, he liked that golden band she wore self-consciously on her finger, and the interesting ways it glowed in the firelight. A small smile touched his lips, and for once in his life he didn’t feel the itch for a drink in his throat.
Yeah, he could give it up. He would try. For her, he would try.
She was worth it.
“Hey, if it isn’t Mrs. Stark,” he mused, sliding shut the door. Far below a shattered glass glittered in the lamplight, fragments shining like stars above.
((In memory of the lost children. I couldn’t go on with my day without at least making something for them.))
gettingcrazywiththecheezewhiz:
The dad cat liked to hang out in the sink by himself
AND THEN THE KITTENS FOUND HIM
HE LOOKS SO ANNOYED
I DIDN’T SIGN ON FOR THIS SHIT.
The Doctor and babies
The doctor acts like this with babies because he misses his own
no
FUCK NO
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
LEAVE IT TO THIS FANDOM TO MAKE A WOULD-BE HAPPY POST ABOUT BABIES INTO A SAD AND JUST TERRIBLE FEELS POST
THE DOCTOR WHO FANDOM STRIKES AGAIN
ooc
okay so I try not to do this but
I have to wake up at 6:30 for a final exam tomorrow that I do NOT feel good about at all
so
if you guys could maybe leave me nice things to come back to
that would be really really nice
goodnight everyone; be gentle to yourselves
Late Night with my Roommate
disordinanceandpride replied to your photo: And hear that resounding silence? That is the…
Anthony? Is everything alright with your Mun? I and mine have missed you something terrible.Wow, it took me way too long to figure out how to reply to this. Yeah, the mun is having some issues. The Doc and I are working on it, but hey, we’re the voices in her head so our hands at literally tied. Still, we seem to all be coping alright. Trying to make everything work out.
Is there anything I can do to help? Me or my mun? We would listen if you’ve the tongue to talk.
The mun isn’t in the biggest mood to talk, I don’t think. She’s acting a lot like Pepper does when it comes to the company, actually. She has a big final tomorrow and her friends are being abnormally negligent. The Doc and I can talk, though, albeit we’re a bit distracted with Anya.
If you need all your attentions on your mun, please don’t let me distract you. However, I would hear how you and your mun are doing and what you’ve been up to.
We’ve been doing alright for ourselves. The Doc and I have been having to put our considerable talents to other things than being with you all, unfortunately, but overall we’ve been pretty well. Staying busy getting Anya through college. She’s been busy, too, making friends and learning and all that. Exam week is being a bitch to all three of us, though, and Anya’s having the rough of it. She’s feeling alone, mostly, and the only person who’s been supporting her - besides us, of course - is her previously abusive ex who she recently promised her friends here she’d stop talking to, for the betterment of her mental health. So it goes. It’ll get better, we know that. We just have to keep poking and prodding her until it does.
I could end his existence if that is what you wish? As for you and the doctor, that is good to hear. I hope things calm enough for you to return to me. We’ve yet to finish torturing you~
Know that I am always here if you need me darling.
Oh no, his existence is fine. All he needed was some therapy, a nice slap to the face and a heartfelt apology and things smoothed out quite nicely. I can’t exactly say I’ve missed your tortures, Loki. It is, after all, torture, and I prefer to be - well, awesome instead.
GO ON ANON AND ASK ME THE MOST AWKWARD QUESTION YOU CAN THINK OF. IF I CAN’T PUBLISH IT, YOU WIN.
omg do this i will cry
Nobody has ever won this. Ever.
come on
{No one has ever won this. I will make a wall of fame with you in the first spot if you can do this.}
(Source: outtatheskies)
