“If you are a monster, stand up.
If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,
If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machine
If you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,
If you kidnap maidens or dabble in dreams
Come stand by me. If you have been broken, stand up.
If you have been broken, abandoned, alone
If you have been starving, a creature of bone
If you live in a tower, a dungeon, a throne
If you weep for wanting, to be held, to be known,
Come stand by me. If you are a savage, stand up.
If you are a witch, a dark queen, a black knight,
If you are a mummer, a pixie, a sprite,
If you are a pirate, a tomcat, a wright,
If you swear by the moon and you fight the hard fight,
Come stand by me. If you are a devil, stand up.
If you are a villain, a madman, a beast,
If you are a strowler, a prowler, a priest,
If you are a dragon come sit at our feast,
For we all have stripes, and we all have horns, We all have scales, tails, manes, claws and thorns
And here in the dark is where new worlds are born.
Come stand by me.”
— A Monstrous Manifesto, by Catherynne M. Valente (via handsagainsthearts)
The Fundraisening is Ongoing Because unto Desperation Times. Interview today with the headhunter went well (every interview he’s had has gone well) so we’ll see if the company they’re representing will also see that @drougnor is magic. In the meantime: thank you for keeping us alive. ❤
*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.
Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.
*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.
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name: Morgyn age: mid-30s country: currently not my favorite place to be favourite colours: deep reds, charcoal gray, dark purples, rusty-to-coppery oranges, walnut browns, black when you made this blog: fall 2014 follower count: 882 choose a superhero power: shapeshifting, particularly the kind that comes with built-in healing and functional immortality favourite drink: egg custard with nutmeg and vanilla and maybe chocolate a song you love right now: Óró Sé do Bheatha Bhaile as done by Seo Linn dream career: Fiber-artist-and-writer who doesn’t have people fail to understand that it takes many hours to handmake things and the creator should be paid a fucking living wage for those damned hours. Or, you know, UBI so that I can afford to not worry about people expecting mass-manufacturing prices for hand-made goods. dream vacation: all-expenses-paid month in a high-quality hotel with good sound insulation between rooms, within a half mile of a beach or lake, decent public transit, and either a good kitchen or near a good restaurant. No internet, no phone, just my laptop, some notebooks and pens, some drawing and painting supplies, and my entire stash of cotton thread. hogwarts house: Slytherin favourite character of the week: You mean I have to pick ONE? how you like to keep your hair: either pinned up at the back of my head or braided in one or two braids. It’s too long to leave loose for any longer than it takes to brush it out or wash it. christmas or halloween?: I’d avoid both if I had the option. (No one trick-or-treats around here on Halloween, I don’t do parties if I can avoid them, and the only use I have for a mid-winter holiday is getting necessary-but-expensive things because… well, let’s not get into the reasons there, because I’d like not to completely tank my day, ok?)
*goes back to sorting out the Council of Elrond in Northern Night, because next up is two groups going off on their own adventures, and Boromir sarding Not Dying, because fuck canon, I do what I want.*
The first image that came to mind was someone walking out of a big ass fire, with either the fire being some shade of silver or the person glowing silver.
(Maybe that wasn’t the first image. My mind coughed up a character getting a magical girl transformation/attack at about the same time. But since that was a bit too cracky for me and I’ve already got a Arrow/Sailor Moon not-so-cracky crossover taking up space it’s probably a good thing that image didn’t go any further.)
There’s maybe a handful of fandoms I’m obsessed with atm, three of which I poked with that image (Arrow, Star Wars and Torchwood) and Torchwood answered.
HERE BE SPOILERS FOR RECENT TORCHWOOD AUDIOS!!!!!!!
Okay, so Tony’s a half-dragon. No big deal, really. He doesn’t have the whole ‘transformation’ problem of the full dragons, where he has to find a place to shift or go mad. He just has an affinity for fire and the things he can make with it, and okay, mayyyyybe he tends to hoard things (and people, and ideas, and-) but hey, that’s the perk of being a billionaire, right? He can indulge his whims and it’s just written off as eccentricity. He likes bright, loud things – music, cars, and the Iron Man armor especially. Plus, it lets him fly!
He’s never really thought there could be a downside – knights hadn’t been a thing for hundreds of years, and anyone who might try to claim he was anything other than human wasn’t about to be believed. So imagine his shock when Loki picked him up by the throat and whispered, “I don’t know what you are, but I’ll claim you for my pet when I’ve finished with the humans,” right before he tossed him out the window.
Those words stick with him and haunt him, and ultimately, those words are what lead him to agree to take Loki when Thor shows up with his wounded blue wreck of a brother after the convergence and asks Tony to give him sanctuary. Apparently Loki helped save the universe, but he had to bust out of prison to do it, so he’s been declared a traitor and so much as setting foot back in Asgard will mean his death. Tony figures house (or, rather, Tower) arrest is a piece of cake compared to all that.
He had planned on asking Loki how the god knew that he wasn’t fully human, but when Loki finally comes out of his room, Tony chickens out. Or maybe it just doesn’t matter anymore, given that Loki’s still fucking blue, so being a half-dragon instead of whatever-the-hell-Loki-is suddenly seems pretty damn good. Tony decides not to worry about it, especially since Loki appears to have forgotten all about it. Or at least, that’s what he thinks.
Cue some kind of need for the Avengers to fight a battle way up north in Canada. In the dead of winter. And Tony and Loki get separated from the rest, and that’s when Loki suggests that Tony use his ‘powers, as I assume you have some’ to stay alive, since Loki doesn’t really feel the cold. Thing is, while Tony has an affinity for fire no matter what, he has to do his partial shift to create fire. So he does, and he discovers he’s a little warmer that way, so he stays like that while they wait for the others to find them. They talk, probably about being different from the people around them, and I’m thinking there’s a kiss that leads to Loki creating an inadvertent snow, and there you have the glitter!
I am now a licensed driver. That is so huge guys. SO huge. Aaaaah.
But on the way home from the DMV in Warrenton, which is 30 miles from my house but the only place that had an appointment available: we got hit from behind because some fuckwad in front of me slammed on his brakes.
Fuck that dude, we were at the bottom of a steep hill going 55.
NOBODY was injured! WE ARE ALL FINE. Me, my driving instructor, and the two dudes behind us in the big truck. It was a fender bender, but above the bumper damage to my instructors car means that she has to get it fixed asap and we’re coordinating with her commercial insurance.
So I went and paid her for the pickup/dropoff service as well as what I had liquid in my bank account to help start covering damages. It’s not my fault, it’s not her fault, it’s just the way it is. And I felt SO bad.
So WITH THAT: I have 75$ to last me to next Friday payday. That means I don’t have enough to get to/from work, let alone to/from school 😦 And I have to get the car I DO have insured. And eating is gonna be canned soup but I can live with that.
Anything helps get me on the road. I need transportation money to/from work or school, or I need enough to cover the insurance and the inspection on the car I do have access to. ANYTHING helps guys.
AND A MASSIVE THANK YOU TO MY ANGELS WHO HAVE GOTTEN ME THIS FAR. I love each and every one of you and you’ve gotten me out of a shitty shitty situation and into a better one. Home stretch, I keep reminding myself that this is the home stretch.
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Star Wars – aka The One Where Obi-Wan Kenobi Time Travels and Finally Fucking Snaps
Obi Wan dies on the Death Star. That’s it. End of story. He wakes up in the Force and gives Luke mystic advice to defeat Vader and save the universe blah, blah blah, etc.
Except he’s not dead. He’s not on the Death Star. He’s not even on fucking Tatooine, and – wait, why don’t his joints creak???
Oh, because he’s sixteen years old again and in his room at the Coruscant Temple.
Cue massive disturbance in the Force. Every force sensitive on planet – trained or not – feels the moment Obi-Wan Kenobi’s extremely strained
When Obi-Wan finally pulls himself back together – completely ignoring whoever’s pounding on his bedroom door and screaming because that’s Not His Problem – he isn’t quite … right. Not exactly Fallen, that’ll come later. But off kilter, existing slightly to the left of where he’s always been. And he’s got Ideas.
(You don’t shove the mind of a man who’s had everyone he’s ever loved brutally taken away from him into the body of his past self without a few sacrifices. Full mental and moral stability being two such sacrifices.)
But everything’s fine! It’s not like Obi-Wan’s hacks his way into the Jedi Archives, downloads every spec of information on the Sith, and studies it at every opportunity! I mean, he totally doesn’t sneak down into the vaults and activate one of the Sith holocrons! And Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t take ownership of the Sith shrine beneath the temple or put up a neon sign in the Force saying ‘Fuck off Palpatine!!!’ on his front lawn. No, no, sir, he does not.
(Who cares if the Jedi Counsel are getting more suspicious by the day? Or that Qui-Gon’s so stressed he’s phoning fucking Dooku who hasn’t set foot in Republic space in nearly two decades?! Nope, nothing to see here. Please don’t mind Obi-Wan, who’s most likely losing his goddamn mind, but he’s doing it quietly, so that’s fine.)
Oh, sure, Obi-Wan’s holding himself together with nothing but duct tape and paperclips, but everything’s fine! Perfectly, absolutely, positively fine! Nothing suspicious going on with this “””Jedi Padawan”””. Everything. Is. Fine.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 