Author: themusechronicle

Reunion | lostshieldandhammer

lostshieldandhammer

Steve leaned back and took the offered journal, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder as he looked through it. “I know it’s been hard for you, to try and remember everything, to find the answers you wanted. I’m just glad you’re back with me so I can help you find some of whatever it is you still need to find. I hated every moment of thinkin’ about you bein’ out there all alone, you know? I never knew what was gonna happen to you and it kept me awake more often than not at night. IT’s why I started doing the hotels and all. Figured maybe, after a while, you’d figure it out and find me on your own. Which… you did.”

It was natural to lean against the headboard with Steve in his arms. He knew there were all kinds of things in the journal, clippings and little letters that spoke of the tiny little things he’d remembered while he’d been in hiding, living life as minimal as possible. He could still remember the night he’d woken to a very vivid memory – when he had realized he and Steve had been very intimate lovers. He pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple “I promised I would always find you, Stevie.” he murmured, relaxing into the warmth of his best friend and the one person he had loved. “I’m not going anywhere now. We’re together again, like we always knew we were s’pposed to be.” he replied, nuzzling into Steve. 

Wake Me Up | remembcr

Jace had mostly shut down after Clary had gone missing. He blamed himself, hated how he’d been Wales enough to be controlled. And then in the wake of it all, came Simon. Who deapite thwir constant bickering, knew how important Jace had been to Clary. Who blamed himself just as much as Jace did. Somehow, a ceiendship grew on the weeka after, and when it finally became too long to ever hope they could find where Lilith, Clary and Jonathan had gone…Jace let himself break alone. No one needed to see him this beaten, not even his parabatai.

He was laying across the couch in his room, fingers brushing over a drawing Clary had made, when he heard the door open. “Go away,” he said with little emotion, dual colored eyes staring up through the small skylight above him.

@remembcr

razztazticffn:

thelastvaultdweller:

scottstilesliam:

I think as a culture we have all forgotten that fandom is supposed to be fun.

It’s not that serious.

It was never supposed to be that serious.

Especially since most of the drama and hurt revolves around shipping.

All of the ships are fictional. Being canon doesn’t actually negate the fact that the ship isn’t real. 

No ship, or any aspect of a fictional universe, is important enough to treat another real life human being badly. 

It’s not that serious.

“No ship, or any aspect of a fictional universe, is important enough to treat another real life human being badly.”

I’ve had the misfortune of encountering some people who really, really, really need this drilling into their skulls.

“No ship, or any aspect of a fictional universe, is important enough to treat another real life human being badly.”

Coming from a state champion baker:

haberdashing:

leaper182:

meowjorie:

docholligay:

If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t. 

Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof. 

This concludes me attempting to be helpful. 

yo I can vouch for this
I’ve done this for the last few cakes I’ve made and holy crap it makes suuuuch a difference
the cake is still fluffy, but it also seems more dense, and it doesn’t dry out
like at all
you can leave it uncovered on the counter all day after being cut into, and it won’t get all crusty and dry
this is an amazing way to take your cakes to the next level

Does this count as cake hacks?

cake: hacked

techmagiclightxnshieldedsoldier:

phdna:

clarisimart:

So because I have like, zero impulse control (and I needed an excuse to procrastinate) here is a list of Lokis rated by chocolate bars:

1) OG Loki from “Thor”, a sweet boy who means well, even if his methods leave something to be desired; gave birth to the “Disney Prince Loki” images. Will take you out on a magic carpet ride.

Extra Creamy? More like “Extra Dreamy”, am I right?

2) Avengers Loki: This Loki went through the deep end and came back a total edgelord. Uses very crass language even though I’m sure Frigga taught him better. Bitter AF.

3) Dark World Loki: Claims he doesn’t give a shit, when he clearly cares too much (you are not my mother my ass). Slightly less bitter than Avengers Loki, but still a sarcastic little shit who is salty about everything and makes sure you know it.

4) A spicy boi. May or may not have slept his way up the Sakaarian ladder. Finally got to be king, only to spend his time in comfy PJs and go through his issues via theater honestly #same

Bonus Round!

Extra Lokis:

1) Blue Loki. Starting his descent into bitter chocolate territory.

2)Slightly crispy. AKA WHAT HAPPENDED AFTER HE FELL MARVEL?!?!?!

3) That cape. ‘Nough said.

feel free to add more lokis

I have no idea why this post is possible but it’s peak Loki meta and exudes chaotic energy

@thebrokengodofmischief

@icyxmischief

Spideypool Dragon AU

not-close-to-straight:

Masterpost and Additional Posts HERE

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“So which is it.” Peter dumped a pile of firewood close to his tent and squinted up at the dragon-shifter. “Were you scared into being permanently shifted, or did something bad and got stuck?” 

Wade’s golden eyes narrowed at him, but Peter didn’t look away. 

In the month since Wade had rescued him from the waterfall, Peter had spent almost every day on the mountain, only coming back to the village for more supplies. May was worried about him, his friends were starting to talk about how weird he had gotten– disappearing for days at a time, spacing out of conversations, acting dodgy when asked where he was going. 

But Peter couldn’t stay away. 

He was fascinated by the dragon. Fascinated and a little terrified and he had been building up his courage for the past two weeks to finally ask this question because Wade’s answer could change everything.

“It has to be one of those things.” he started stacking wood in the fire pit, breaking pieces of kindling to go on top. “My Aunt says there are only two reasons why a shifter stays force shifted and I need to know if you’re a weenie-puss who saw a rabbit and shifted so you could fly away or if you– you know.” he swallowed uncomfortably. “Gave in to your dragon side and killed someone?” 

Did you just call me a weenie-puss?

“I said what I said.” Peter dusted off his hands and looked around for his flint. “So which is it? You got scared or you killed someone?” 

Both of those things. The dragon said– thought?– Peter wasn’t exactly sure what to call it. I did both of those things. Have you seen a rabbit? Terrifying. Noting should jump that fast or be that fluffy. 

“Okay.” An awkward laugh. “I have never seen a rabbit and thought they were terrifying and I’m more concerned about you killing someone.” 

Not someone. The dragon crouched and eyeballed the pile of kindling in the fire pit. I killed nine men and then shifted and killed a few dozen more. 

His mouth opened wide, a puff of smoke igniting into a column of flame, exploding the kindling and setting the logs below blazing. 

“A few–few dozen more?” Peter stammered, watching the fire with more trepidation than awe. “Wh–why?” 

They killed my wife. Wade’s gaze never flickered. She was innocent and they killed her. We were going to start a family together and they took her from me. So I killed as many as I could and when they started to overwhelm me, I shifted and killed the rest.

“I–you–um–”

I’d do it again too. The dragons claws dug into the earth. I don’t care about being stuck in my dragon form. I wouldn’t want to be human without her. 

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“So. The scars.” Peter tore into his–ick– rabbit. He was almost positive that Wade had given him a dragon-style grin as he deposited a rabbit next to the campfire for Peter to clean. “Are they from when you attacked? Or did that happen later?” 

Later. A growl rumbled from the shifter. When I realized I couldn’t shift down, I went for the battlefield, thought I would kill as many from the other side as I could, and the archers tried to bring me down. It didn’t work, but it sure hurt like hell. 

“And you can’t heal?” 

I am as healed as I’ll ever be, I guess. 

“Have you tried to shift back at all? After you stopped–stopped grieving?” 

I don’t know if I’ve stopped grieving yet.