'“I think you’re right. It looks nice on you,” Vanya offers, a small smile curling on her lips when Klaus lights up.'
Argh the bitter-sweet angsty cuteness here!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ahem*
This fic got me in the feelings, OK? 😅
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Everything this week is in the 'Other Stuff' category - #BlameLoki
January was the perfect example of pandemic time
- it simultaneously lasted five minutes and three thousand years.
(Not that my experience of time as a concept ever manages to be one speed, but this is especially marked.)
So, this is 2022.
...I feel like it's best not to tempt fate by saying any more than that 😅
(Warning: this post discusses Covid 19 (which you probably guessed from the title), death, and grief)
As I write this post, Boris Johnson is still prime minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (to give us our long and official title.)
Who knows whether he'll be prime minister by the time this post goes live, but for now he is prime minister.
He should not be.
I don't pretend to be able to predict the future - I think we've all given up on trying to foresee what comes next - but I hope he resigns.
As he should have done already. So many times over.
'“Um,” said Sam, looking from Bucky to the golden retriever, “Do you know the dog?”
“Uh,” said Bucky, picking the honestly very large dog up, and walking around Sam, “Sort of? Could you… wait a moment? Watch the soup.”'
This is a weird fic.
Like, it's completely batpoop.
...And you know I love that 😉😅
It's Thursday, it's February, this is Dora Reads - let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
'Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.'
- Holocaust survivor Primo Levi
