So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple…
Self care according to the senses:
Scent. Burn scented candles or incense. Pick some fresh flowers or herbs for your home (basil = heaven). Fry onions or garlic if it’s your thing (it’s definitely mine). If you can afford to, buy some essential…
Being an awesome aunt
you’re doing it right
TARDIS quilt for my wee nephew Ronan, born yesterday. I have full confidence that his parents will raise him to be the perfect Companion. Or Ronan the Barbarian.
“Hello, Stormageddon. It’s The Doctor, here to help. Be quiet. Go to sleep. No really stop crying. you’ve got a lot to look forward to you know. A normal human life on earth, mortgage repayments, the 9 to 5, a persistent nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later, boyo. Oh, that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old Stormy. I am so old. So near the end. But you, Alfie Owens. You are so young, aren’t you? And you know, right now, everything’s ahead of you. You could be anything. You could walk among the stars. They don’t actually look like that, you know; they are rather more impressive. You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it’s fair to say, in the language of your age, that I lived my dream.” — The Doctor, “Closing Time”
So, I understand why they left the Thor/Sif romance out of the Thor movie
Because they needed to have Jane as Thor’s love interest, and Hollywood movies tend to be big on monogamy.
But in my head, Thor and Sif never parted ways, but were always this epic, polyamorous battle couple, who fought together, and lived together, and loved each other fiercely, along with encouraging each other to take other lovers, and even helping each other out in their “conquests” and love affairs.
Personally, I would have found that a lot more interesting. I mean, they’re gods, right? And gods in mythology tend to have lots and lots of lovers.
Also, right now I have a huge desire to write Darcy/Sif femslash. Maybe after Glee, if I’m not overcome with Glee bunnies.
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