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It took James only fifteen minutes to ready Zima for the journey, laying a warmer blanket down before cinching the saddle, working the bit gently into the stallions mouth and crooning softly to the big animal wen Zima picked up on his anxiety and pranced a little in the stall. “Easy, lovely.” James whispered, patting at the soft nose. “Easy, we’ll ride fast tonight, let you out to run for a while, you’ll like that moya krasota, won’t you?” “You really are leaving.” Tony’s voice at the door made James tense, but he kept his voice neutral to reply, “I have a job to do, Tony. A war to win and I’ve been away too long. Of course I am really leaving.” Tony didn’t answer, and James secured the bridle under Zima’s head and went to get his pack. “I assumed you would be locked away in your room to avoid Natalia’s meddling, or at the very least drinking in the kitchen with the others. I should be flattered my leaving have such an effect on the family. The last time I left, Natalia threw a vase at me and told me not to come back so I must be moving up in her estimation.” “She cracked a tea kettle against the wall when she came downstairs.” Tony said flatly and James snorted. “So no, I’d say her estimation of you hasn’t risen at all.” “And it shouldn’t.” James slung his pack over Zima’s back. “Maybe one day she’ll stop being angry when I disappoint her.” “Maybe.” Tony allowed. “But we always hold the people we love in high estimation. That’s what allows our hearts to break over and over every time a loved one lets us down.” “I think any leftover love Natalia had for me disappeared the last time I left.” “If you think Talia doesn’t love you anymore, you’re being purposefully stubborn and purposefully foolish.” The words came sharper than Tony had intended but he made no attempt to soften them. “A man like you doesn’t survive in war for this long without knowing how to read people, and Natalia might have been a spy before but now she’s just a woman trying to keep the people she loves close and safe. If you can’t see that, you’re being stupid. Purposefully stupid.” “Are we calling each other names now, Tony?” “Is me calling you stupid worse than you calling me nothing but a warm body?” “…no.” James ground his teeth together and hissed out a breath. “And I apologized for that.”
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Oooh so much in this chapter! Sharon makes an appearance, we meet the Huntsman and learn more about the Prophecy, the camp is attacked (mild TW for violence I guess?) and then TONY meets the Huntsman… good times!
(Also, I deleted like fourteen people off the tag list because I’m not going to tag someone who can’t be bothered to even ‘like’ the chapter, much less leave a comment? Honestly, shame on you guys)
SNOW WHITE MASTERLIST HERE
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Steve was woken in the middle of the night by fierce whisperings at the dungeon door, a cry of surprise and a thump that sounded like a body falling down the stairs, and then a string of muttered curses before a torch flared to light and a key was forced into the cell lock.
“My Lord, Alpha Prince.” An unfamiliar Omega rushed through the door to Steve’s side and started to undo the lock at his collar. “My name’s Sharon and I’m here to get you free. We have to hurry before we’re caught though, so you’ll have to break the other chains while I help my Auntie and Uncle.”
“Your Auntie and Uncle?” With no collar to choke him, it was easy for Steve to gather his strength and rip the brackets right from the wall, growling in satisfaction when the links fell apart beneath the strain and he could stand to stretch. “Do you mean Ana and Jarvis?”
“That’s exactly who she means.” Ana met him in the corridor, rubbing at her wrist where it had been shackled. “Tony wasn’t the only child we raised once the witch took over. Sharon is Peggy’s girl, almost fifteen when our Prince was born. My mate and I helped with–”
“There’s no time for story telling, my love.” Jarvis pressed a quick kiss to his mate’s forehead and sidestepped the guard crumpled in an unconscious heap on the bottom of the dungeon stairs. “Sharon, did you have to kick him down the stairs? He’s been helping us get extra food and water, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” Sharon re-locked the dungeon doors and pocketed the key. “But this way when he swears he doesn’t know how you all escaped, he won’t be lying. You know the witch gets about being lied to. Now hurry please, it took every last one of my wiles to lure the Alpha guard into the sitting room so I could tie him up but I don’t think the knock I gave him on the head will last long.”
“You gagged him, didn’t you?” Ana asked as they rushed down the darkened hall. “That’s an important thing to remember when restraining someone!”
Sharon rolled her eyes. “Of course I gagged him, Auntie. But a gag won’t last long once he gets free, and once he starts shouting there will be another guard coming along to check! I barricaded the door though, they’l have a hard time getting him free.”
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I hate my curly hair so much I'll brush it for like an hour and itll he smooth as silk but in literally like one minute there's at least 10 knots wHY
ADFADGSFDGKSFG
I hate this, because almost no one knows it. No one tells kids with curly hair how to actually take care of their hair.
You can’t treat curly hair like straight hair and expect the same results! You can’t! It doesn’t work! Curly hair gets its own routine!
Okay, look, here’s the deal.
Your curls are… curls. They are MEANT to go together into a GROUP. They are not like straight hair which just hands out in one big… thing. Curls have groups.
By BRUSHING it, you are splitting those good-curl groups into separate strands, which, on their own, are STILL trying their goddamned best to curl, but now that they are away from their friends, they are only clinging haphazardly to each other as best as they can and creating tangles!
Here’s what brushed curly hair looks like:
Here’s what well-treated curly hair that has CURL-FRIENDS is supposed to look like (curl size may vary):
See how the curl is NOT only one strand of hair? It’s a whole group!
You know how you get those nice curls?
Okay, here’s the deal - you sit down. You look at this chart. Figure out your type of curl. (guesstimate)
And now you go to this website and you read about what curly hair actually needs to thrive, and you change your routine, and you promise me that you will NEVER disappoint your curls like that again!!!!
1) Curly hair is damaged by heat, lack of moisture, and sulfates in shampoo.
- No blowdrying - use a cotton towel or t-shirt to scrunch your hair and get extra moisture out, and allow to air-dry
- Turn down the shower temp while washing hair. I mean it.
- Try to find a better shampoo.
2) Curly hair NEEDS moisture, and it NEEDS leave-in conditioner.
- Use lots of conditioner.
- Use leave-in conditioner
- Try to use water spray over chemical setting sprays.
3) Curly hair does not need to be brushed, only combed with a wide-tooth comb.
- Comb the hair through with your fingers while in the shower and detangle while you have conditioner in.
- Comb again with a wide-toothed comb after the shower if needed
- If you need to, use a twist of some sort to keep hair out of the way, but don’t squeeze it too much - give it room to breathe!
More tips from smarter people probably exist but that’s the basic stuff.
PLEASE be nice to your curly hair.
1. Find a purpose in life. It doesn’t matter how big or small it is, but have a purpose to your existence.
2. People make mistakes, but smart people learn from their mistakes. And if you make different mistakes later, then you repeat the process.
3. Never stop trying.
4. If you can find the wire to cut, there’s no necessity to lie down on it always.
5. You are strong even if you are down, because it takes strength to stand back up.
6. A sense of humor goes a long way in life
7. See the men under the mythical monsters and the monsters under mythical men. Know their value.
8. Accept imperfection but don’t stop striving for growth.
9. Take responsibility for your actions and take actions according to your responsibility.
10. Take pride in your strengths and poise in your weaknesses. When either falters, take pragmatism from your reality.
11. Love your friends while you have them
12. Don’t stop trusting humanity for the betrayals of a few humans.
13. Be brave in your shortcomings
14. Be your own hero
15. Be the change you want to see.
Note: These are things I have learnt from Tony Stark. So if anybody comes with arguments about misgivings or counter points, please don’t.
Gosh dammit muffin! Now I can't get the idea of long haired andorogynous zuko out of my head, and I'm like "what if he'd never done the bald ponytail thing and just let his hair grow back, so by the show he had long ass hair" and then I was like "what if he joined the gaang after crossroads and figured that the best way to go incognito was as a woman since people were looking for the PRINCE. Anyway now i'm staring down a blank google doc so thx.
Yesss.
I thought it couldn’t be that funny, but man was I wrong
Beach Boys - Wouldn’t It Be Nice From Another Room
I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.
I FOUND THE QOS DRESS
Masterpost and Additional Segments Here!
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“Okay so let me see if I understand what you’re telling me.” Tony picked at the vegetables on his dish, narrowing his eyes when he saw Steve pull the fish from the stove after only a minute or two. “No no wait, sorry. Are you eating that raw?”
“Not all the way raw.” Steve frowned at him and slid the barely cooked fish onto his own plate. “But Winter brings me fish and expects me to eat it like he does, so I’ve gotten used to the taste.”
“Oh.” Tony blew out a deep breath. “Right, cos that sentence made all the sense in the world. Alright, start at the beginning. I brought you to the beach and lent you my house because the doc thought the sea air would do you some good and then you… you what? Starting cavorting with a mermaid?”
“Don’t call it cavortin’.” Steve scowled over a bite of fish. “We aren’t cavortin’, we’re soulmates.”
“Soulmates.” Tony echoed. “Sure that’s–that’s fine. You still haven’t explained anything though so…”
“Alright, alright.” Steve wiped his mouth and took a drink of his milk. “Alright, so I found him one day in a tide pool, got bit by a shark so I offered to stitch him up.”
“…you offered to stitch a mermaid up?”
“Merman.”
“Of course.” Tony did one of those dramatic eye rolls Pepper–and everyone else– hated so much. “My mistake. Go on.”
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Uh yes. Tissues? Also, blame @paranormalmoonlight5 and THIS post for this whole thing. I didn’t have to write it angsty but I 100% did and I regret nothing.
Seriously tissues. TW Character (Wade) Death but since its a multiverse sort of thing, the ending is still okay
THERE’S MORE SPIDEYPOOL ON MY MASTERLIST!
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The apartment building wasn’t as nice as the one Peter and Wade shared in their universe, and Peter looked around the lobby curiously.
It was the same building– same address, same double door entrance, the lady at the front desk was still blonde and sort of shockingly busty- but it just wasn’t as nice. The rich brown tone looked about fifteen years past needing a repaint and the tiles on the floor were cracked and dingy. More than a few lights were out, several of the mailboxes bent and busted open and the elevator made a truly terrifying screech as it came to rest at the bottom floor.
Peter got in the elevator car anyway, because it wasn’t every day he ended up blipped into a side universe and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to explore. Mr. Stark would be furious when he found out Peter had tested the travel chamber on himself, but Peter had very carefully set the timer for no more than three hours before he faded back to his own timeline, and he was only walking the familiar parts of this version of New York, so realistically, he was being as safe about this whole thing as he could be, right?
Right.
Plus, he was curious about this version of himself, curious about this version of Spider-man and curious about whether this him had met and fallen in love with one loud mouth, spandex clad, disaster of a mercenary as well and the only way to satisfy all that curiosity was to go and find out.
So here he was in an alternate timeline, parallel universe, multi-something or other where apparently, the elevator button for the fifteenth floor had been so badly abused the entire thing fell right off and bounced on the dirty carpet when Peter pushed at it.
Alright, so this universe had seen better days. Noted and noted.
The hall of the fifteenth floor was dim, the numbers hanging haphazardly from various doors and the floor stained with something Peter wasn’t even going to begin to think about. He couldn’t help but wonder who owned the building and why it was in such bad repair, did this universe have different stands for apartment buildings? His own place wasn’t exactly the Ritz, but at least all the lights worked and there wasn’t –ick– rats in the hallway.
When Peter got to the apartment that was theirs in his own universe, his key slid right into the lock, but then caught and stuck as if it hadn’t been used for some time. That most likely meant this Peter and Wade didn’t feel the need to obsessively lock their doors like he did, which was…odd… considering how gross the building was.
Peter hadn’t actually planned this far ahead in his little jaunt through alternate timelines, he hadn’t thought about what he would do if he opened the door and Wade was in the apartment or he himself was in the apartment– what a weird conversation that would be.
Although, if they had figured out the whole multiverse thing on his end, surely other Peter Parker’s had figured it out too, so maybe he wouldn’t be as surprised to see himself standing there as he thought he would be?
The convoluted thought made Peter smile, so he opened the door and peeked his head around into the apartment, more than ready for a look at another version of his own life.
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