'There was an argument happening some ways away, Diego and Luther throwing another one of their hissy fits. Klaus was too high to follow what was being said even if he could see every molecule of air vibrating at its own frequency.'
This one's weird.
Good weird? Bad weird?
I don't honestly know.
But it's weird. And you know I love me some weird 😅
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some of that comics-y superhero-y goodness!
'“This isn’t some true-crime podcast, alright?”
Sam blinks again, taken aback by the sudden anger in Bucky’s tone. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again to ask, “Who taught you about podcasts?”'
Should I be concerned, do you think, that this isn't the first time I've rec'd a The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TFATWS) fanfic where Bucky's the ghost in a haunted house, and Sam has to deal with this sh**?
Meh, I guess it's not the weirdest fanfic trope that's out there. (Please, if you know what the weirdest trope is - DON'T tell me, I want to preserve what's left of my web-based innocence 😅)
It's Thursday, it's February, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
I'm used to an existential crisis or two in my life. I usually have at least one a week.
(And the more naive among you probably think I'm joking, or exaggerating in some way. *laughs in hysterical Queer millennial*)
But one of the few things I've never doubted is my purpose - reading, and writing.
...But whether to fulfil that purpose?
What fulfilling that purpose looks like? Whether that purpose means anything, in the grand scheme of things? Whether I'm destined to fail in that purpose? Why this is my purpose? Whether we are all doomed to meaninglessness in a universe that dissolves into entropy, and if that is the case, then whether writing some silly little poems or stories is actually worth anything...
...OK. I think you get the gist.
'Klaus was used to the floor tilting under his feet.'
I finished watching series 3 of The Umbrella Academy (TUA) this week - so obviously I'm now in desperate for more TUA content.
Because - as is well established by this point - I am trash.
