'Though he can barely recall most details from his childhood, and his entire 20s are a blur, Klaus’s memories of Vietnam are so vivid that he can still feel Dave’s rough fingertips on his skin when he closes his eyes...'
In my defence -
which is always a great way to start a blogpost
- the level of angst in this fic is such that originally I wasn't going to rec it.
But then the fic that I was going to rec turned out to be unavailable, so I thought 'f**k it, they're getting the angst!'
It's Thursday, I am juggling metaphorical plates (cos I'd drop the real ones,) so let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
Warning: this post discusses current events so mentions a lot of potentially distressing topics, including, but not limited to: war, child labour, train accidents, Covid.
WTF is actually going on?
The 2020s are something else, honestly.
Someone needs to turn reality off and turn it back on again - simulation or not, this sh** is glitching.
'“How am I supposed to help if you’re off in the land of the God-Complex?”
Loki’s lips thinned, but any glare was lost on Stark who had his back to him.'
I'm a fan of novel-length fics, I'm a fan of FrostIron. Put the two together?
Oh boy, do I have a treat for you.
It's Thursday, somehow it's March, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's still February, so this post is not late 😉
So, with no further ado to-do (...I don't know either,) let's get some Micropoetry.
As always, the poetry will be in the alt-text for those using screen-readers, with / marks showing the line breaks.
Warning: this post discusses general bigotry, as well as more detailed anti-Semitism and racism, and other related topics.
Links may include distressing content.
I'm Welsh, bookish, and a rebel - of course I'm going to talk about the Roald Dahl edits. 😅
