Everyone: Merlin, No

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

me: god if this author doesn’t update I’m going to DIE

also me, an author with several WIPs:

absolutely insane how the witcher people brought on joey batey as a side character & comic relief like we wouldn’t latch on to the funky queercoded bard and his little fancy outfits with no prompting whatsoever

this describes all of their personalities (1x01)

derek: athleticism without thinking about it

spencer: yes, he is an adult but also spins absentmindedly in a spinny chair bc spinny chair (also how tf is he able to sit like that)

hotch: trying to figure out when he became the dad of two teenage men

gideon: “someone put me out of my misery” 

The Mandalorian: Who Are you?

Geralt: I'm you, but I can say "fuck"

Just re-watched Civil War

And had a very sad realization (shocking? Not a bit)

Mid-fight with Steve, FRIDAY says “You can’t beat him hand-to-hand,” and Tony replies, “Analyze his fight pattern.” And then we actually *see* FRIDAY run the analysis in real-time. I’m talking:

Analysis of Steve’s fighting form and the shield,

an in-depth scan of the suit, and finally

Analysis of the literal impact force of Steve’s hits. 

You could read into this in a lot of different ways. But I’ll tell you what it meant to me. 

It meant that in every interaction Tony could conceive of with Steve, in every contingency Tony ever thought through, in thousands of possibilities Tony Stark never once thought he’d have to fight Steve Rogers. Not seriously.

He didn’t have a plan for it. He didn’t have a preset protocol for FRIDAY to call up. Not even close.

Because ready-for-everything-always Tony Stark — the creator of the Iron Legion; the maker of Veronica and the Hulkbuster; the guy who installed an instant kill mode in Peter’s suit; the guy who slept with his suit at his beck and call every night for months; the guy who has been thinking about Thanos since before he could put a name to the imminent threat he foresaw; Tony my-middle-name-should-be-paranoid (with good reason) Stark — never once considered that he’d be up against Steve Rogers. 

I think that’s heartbreaking. And it says a hell of a lot. 

writing playlist: on

google docs: open

mind: ready

Will I die for you? Yes. Will I turn subtitles off for you? No.

Battinson would be so delightfully awkward with a Dick Grayson.

Bruce, curled up on the sofa wearing an oversized hoodie, hair greasy, eye makeup smeared all over his face, staring at a case file:

Dick: How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?

Bruce:

Dick: Ten tickles!

Bruce:

Dick: Get it? Because…tentacles…ten tickles.

Bruce:

Dick:

Bruce, completely stonefaced, whispering: that’sfunny

okay, so you know how most break-up songs go like "i can't believe i was such a fool, i love you, but you're no good for me" etc, etc?

well, jaskier's break up song about geralt goes like "burn in hell, bitch, hope you drop dead."

which got me thinking... remember that episode in s1, the one with the djinn? remember jaskier wished for valdo marx to drop dead?

conclusion: jaskier and valdo marx are exes.