“I swear to god, Steve, I will drop the PASIV out of this fucking window if you don’t tell me RIGHT NOW why you thought taking this goddamn job was a good idea, what with Bucky running around our heads trying to shoot us out of our dreams.”
“Can’t you feel it, Clint? You’re antsy. We’re all antsy. We’ve been the best dreamshare team there is out there since Cobb’s disbanded, and we haven’t gone under in over a year.”
Avengers Inception AU → wherein Thor of Odin Corp. hires Steve Rogers’ elite dreamsharing team to perform inception on his brother, Loki, and a shade of their ex-resident thief Bucky (who was killed when the team’s last job went horribly wrong) tries his best to sabotage it.
Or: Steve extracts, Tony builds, Clint runs point, Natasha’s a master of impersonation, Bruce concocts, Thor’s a tourist, and things happen.
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Stiles is the chattiest slave in history. Pseudo-history. Whatever.
“Yo, Blue Eyes. Anyone ever tell you that you look like a psychopathic serial killer? ‘Cause you look like a psychopathic serial killer. Hatchet-wielder. Axe-murderer.” And then, Stiles catches sight of the bladed monstrosity the guy has strapped to his back, and pales. “With an axe. An actual mother-freaking axe. I - I need to go lie down. Except that you’re dragging me along in theatrical slave-fashion by my spindly little slave-arm. Awesome. So, when’re you planning to kill me with that axe?”
The warrior spares him an irritated glance, like Stiles’s incessant chatter is onlyslightly less deserving of grievous bodily harm than… than anything else.
“I’m serious, man. My body and I, we’re part of the anti-axe movement. We’re axe abolitionists. We don’t like axes. Axes destroy the environment. Trees. Foliage. Jugulars. Oh, god. Please don’t kill me. My neck’s, like, a thread, okay? Just a teensy-weensy thread compared to your… manly, trunk-like, mountain of a neck. That isn’t a neck, it’s a rock formation. Jesus Christ, how do you even turn yourhead? Does the slightest movement cause landslides? It does, doesn’t it?”
HEY GIRL HEY I AM FESTLICH AND I FOUND YOU ;V;
AHHHHH *GLOMPS J00*
This is going to get long, so I’m putting it under a cut.
TRUTH.
Stiles and wee baby Jarvis from Saucery’s Reasonable to Assume!
Can I just tell you guys, I LOVE baby!fic. Seriously, take one of my OTPs, give them a baby, and make one of them completely USELESS and I will read the fuck out of it.
((The only thing that will make me love this fic more is if Stiles ends up having a panic attack and it is little Jar that helps bring him down… I CAN NOT EVEN TELL YOU HOW MUCH I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN.))
BB, YOU HAVE KILLED ME WITH CUTE, CONGRATULATIONS, I WILL BE WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
THAT SCENARIO YOU JUST MENTIONED IS IN FACT SOMETHING I WAS ALREADY PLANNING TO WRITE, SO, YOU KNOW… EITHER YOU ARE PSYCHIC OR WE ARE TWINS SEPARATED AT BIRTH.
<3 <3 <3 <3
In the course of this essay, I will establish and expand on five key concepts:
I. Asexuality need not mean asensuality.
II. Arousal need not be sexual.
III. Physical intimacy need not be sexual.
IV. Indeed, sex need not be sexual.
V. There are no rules.I’ve looked all over the internet and I cannot find this essay anywhere. Nobody bothered copying it down, and now it’s gone forever. If someone could prove me wrong, I’d make my entire week.
Right? This essay meant so much to me.
*sheepishly raises hand*
Uh, I. I wrote that essay? I still have it, and since people seem to be interested in reading it again, I’ve decided to re-post it. :)
Here it is, at a new link:
http://saucery.livejournal.com/66600.html
Enjoy!
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