If your comment on one of my fics ever looks like this I’m going to go full Samara and come crawling through your computer screen to murder you.
readers like this are what make writers stop writing all together.
“sorry life sucks but you have to realize that the readers feelings are more important?”
FUCK OFF
When you see writers say “i hate readers” this is the shit they are talking about.
As a writer myself, I can honestly say that this comment was ruder than saying not to just say ‘update soon’. Like there are nicer ways to show how much you love it?
I know that I will get things that just say ‘update soon’ since I’m posting it, and I honestly don’t expect an epic poem as a response, but I would like more than those two words. Even if it’s as simple as saying “Oh my gosh I love ths so much, I can’t wait for more” it’s so much nicer than simply saying ‘update soon’. The tone is different and it shows that you care for it more, it shows more that you like this story versus the needy, rude tone of just two words. I quit writing for a while after I had someone always comment ‘update soon’ on the chapters of a fic I wrote. At the end, they gave a long comment at last, but it amount to ‘I hated this story, these characters were all ooc, but it was nice to see my favorite pair as the main plotline’.
Like I don’t comment on every new chapter my faves post, but I sometimes make myself focus my fangirling into a coherent-ish comment/reply/etc. So Readers, please try to give more than those two words if you comment. I promise it means so much more. It may even help the words come faster.
Steve curled in against Thor, nuzzling against his chest and then finally settling and closing his eyes. “Talking to the others is going to be the hard part,” he said quietly. “They’ll think you’re taking me away from everyone.”
“I would never,” Thor replied, kissing Steve’s head as they lay in bed, eyes closing as he held Steve. “I’m staying here with you, my love. With everyone.” he promised, fingers petting through blonde hair, relaxing into the bed and falling asleep as he held his lover. Morning came faster than Thor would have liked, and he tucked his face into Steve’s neck as the sun woke him up, groaning.
Steve chuckled softly, tiredly, as Thor snuggled in against him and pressed his face to Steve’s neck. “Hmm… Jarvis, can you black out the windows a bit, please?” Soon, the room was darkened again and he shifted, turning a bit to nuzzle at Thor’s chest. “Better?” he asked softly.
Thor gave a soft smile and pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Much better.” he rumbled, not opening his eyes. “I have missed laying next to you. I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” he explained. “Is there anything required of us so early?”
May screamed out loud and threw the basket of laundry in the air when Peter popped up from behind the couch in her study, her stripes flashing across her skin, eyes snapping orange as her tiger tried to come forward.
“May– stop screaming and oh god stop growling, it’s just me. What do you know about dragon shifters?”
“Peter Benjamin Parker.” A hand pressed dramatically over her heart, May pointed her other finger at him, forcing her shift back so she could talk clearly. “First you apologize for scaring the bejeesus out of me–”
“Sorry, May.”
“– and second, why are you asking about dragon shifters? No one has seen one of those in centuries.”
“Since the Great War?” Peter held up the book so she could see it. “Right? The last official sighting of a dragon shifter was during the Battle for the Valley, right?”
“Yes, the last official sighting was during the Great War, here in the valley, but Peter that was three hundred years ago. Do you think you saw one when you were out hiking? I’ve heard rumours that there is a big shifter in the mountains, but no one’s actually seen anything, which means its probably a bear shifter playing tricks on everyone else.”
“Three hundred years.” Peter sort of collapsed onto the couch, all long legs and arms sprawled around. “Why would someone get stuck in a shift?”
“There are only two reasons why someone is stuck in a shift.” May started picking up the laundry, scowling in his direction. “If they were forced into the shift to save their human half, or if they did something terrible in their shift and gave in to their animal half too much.”
“So if they were in danger?”
“You see it more often with the wilder shifts.” May balled up a pair of socks and tossed them at him. “For example, if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll drop into my tiger shift and good luck getting me out of it. Or–” a severe glare when Peter started laughing at the thought of his Aunt permanently fuzzed out into her tiger. “–or if you were in danger, I’d probably shift as well and not be able to come out of it until I knew you were safe, and probably for a few days after that as well.”
“Alright.” Peter flipped through the book. “So, the bigger the shifter the harder it is to move between forms, right?”
“Right. You’ve seen Avians burst into feathers and fly away at a moments notice, but bears and wolves take longer. My tiger takes longer than your Uncle Ben’s lion did because my shift is bigger.”
“So something– say a dragon? It would take a long time to shift up or down into his form?”
“…sure.” May narrowed her eyes at him. “Why the questions, Peter?”
“No reason.” Peter cleared his throat. “And the other reason for being stuck in a shift? For letting their animal side influence them too much?”
“Yes. But it would have to be something awful.” May clucked her tongue when she saw the stains that hadn’t come out of Peter’s shirt. “Murder, for example. Mostly wolves, sometimes bears. They lose control of their shift and kill another shifter, and alot of times they are forced into a permanent shift.”
“But mentally.” Peter frowned. “Wouldn’t it wreak havoc on a shifters mental state to be stuck in animal form?”
“Of course it does.” May met his eyes steadily. “And when they lose their mind, they are put down. No shifter stuck in their animal half is stable for longer than a few years at most.”
“Right. Well, thank you.” Peter hopped up and over the couch, heading out the door. “I’m going to head out to the woods for a while and–”
“Peter, wait.” May snagged his sleeve. “This obsession with the woods, the mountains, all these questions about dragon shifters. What’s going on?”
“I’m not– I’m not really sure.” Peter admitted. “But I think I’ll have some answers pretty soon.”
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg
I went to a nun school.
The nuns there were like, so rad.
It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there.
There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy.
So what happened?
The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day.
Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.”
So I was at my desk during class looking like this:
Reblogging for awesome dads and kickass nuns.
If the Catholic church were run by like 90% of the nuns I know, the world would be a much better, much cooler place.
1. Who’s the first to wake up in the morning?
While I feel like both Steve and Juniper would have difficulty sleeping at times, I feel like Steve would usually wake up first in the morning. Juniper just loves to be snuggled all warm in the covers, especially when the covers still smell like Steve.
2. Who’s the one to make breakfast?
Honestly, I can see them both making breakfast. Juniper loves to cook Steve a nice big breakfast, especially when Steve has been away on a mission or something. Occasionally they will cook together in the morning, and enjoy a nice meal at the table.
3. Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed?
Definitely Juniper. Steve works so hard and she loves to make sure that he knows how much she appreciates it. She cooks his favorite all American breakfast including eggs, toast, bacon, etc, and brings it to him as a token of her gratitude.
4. Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work?
They both have suggested it. Sometimes mornings can be hectic, being an avenger and all, so sometimes when they have a quiet morning they like to endure a bit. Juniper suggests it if Steve has been gone for a while. She just misses him too much.
5. Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day?
Juniper for sure. Steve has a good work ethic and rarely stays home from work. But when Juniper is looking up at him with those big pleading eyes, he can’t say no to her. The two of them end up laying around in their sweats all day, being as close to each other as physically possible.
6. Who chooses the movies?
Depends on what kind of mood they are in. Steve loves to show Juniper the old movies he used to watch when he was younger. Juniper loves to show Steve the current movies. They both give each other a few options and allows the other to choose depending on what kind of movie they want to watch at that time.
7. Who initiates kissing, thus distracting the other from the movie all together?
Steve. That boy can’t get enough of her. She’d be super into the movie, eyes completely fixed on the screen. Steve would start to trail his index finger along her thigh or arm. Then he would pull her in close, and the next thing you know he’s kissing along her jaw. Juniper becomes like putty in his hands and one thing leads to another, and the movie is forgotten.
8. Who orders lunch?
Honestly, I feel like it would be Steve. Juniper is really good at forgetting to eat, specifically if she has something going on. Juniper gets hyper fixated and won’t stop to eat until she’s done. So Steve frequently has to order lunch and make her stop what she’s doing. Juniper never argues, and thanks him after.
9. Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking?
Juniper does this all the time. If Steve has any type of dinner roll, Juniper just sneaks it away. She loves bread. Steve never minds though, he actually thinks it’s kind of cute.
10. Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy?
This is a such a Juniper thing to do. In general, she loves to snuggle. The warmth the other can provide is so soothing. So after a big meal if Steve is sitting on the couch either reading or watching tv, she settles herself right into him and falls asleep within ten minutes, snoring away.
11. Who distracts the other from trying to work at home?
Neither honestly. Sometimes Juniper will want attention, but she knows that when Steve has stuff to work on, he really needs to get it done. They both respect that boundary.
12. Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old?
Juniper. He doesn’t eat ice cream often but when she gets that craving, she just HAS to have it.
13. Who takes pictures of the other eating ice cream?
Steve. He has so many pictures of Juniper. He finds it so funny when she gets some on her nose, and she tries to look at it cross-eyed before wiping it off.
14. Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on the other’s face?
Neither. Sexual jokes aren’t really either of their style.
15. Who cooks dinner?
They alternate. Sometimes Steve will surprise Juniper with a big meal. Other times Juniper will make him his favorite meal. Others they cook together. Depends on who is tired.
16. Who cleans up the kitchen after?
Whoever doesn’t cook.
17. Who stays up until 2 am reading?
Steve has so many books and he loves to read. At the end of the night, Steve loves to sit up in bed and read while Juniper snuggles up. Sometimes he will read to her to help her fall asleep. She loves the sound of his voice, and they have the same taste in books.
18. Who stares at their partner while they sleep?
Juniper can’t get over how beautiful Steve is. If she can’t sleep she will just look at him. The way he looks so peaceful makes her happy.
19. Who kisses their partner while they are asleep?
Steve always wakes Juniper up with a kiss if he wakes up earlier. Whether it be on her forehead, or on her lips, the sweet wake up all has become a tradition in their household.
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