Will to Live

veliseraptor:

Summary:

Thanos is dead and the war is over, but the universe hasn’t seen fit to give Thor anything back. When he finds out that there might be a way to return at least one person to life…how can he not take the chance?

Unfortunately, everything has a price.

Notes:

*fingerguns* IT’S HERE

So I know I wrote kind of another version of this not too long ago, but…then there’s also this one, which I’m pretty sure is 90% @led-lite’s fault, and exploded into a huge thing, and before I knew it I had sixty pages written and was still going strong. This just happens sometimes, I guess. Especially when I’m basically writing a whole bunch of sibling angst crammed together with a bunch of tropes that I also love. Seriously, I had a great time writing this, and you can tell because of how much everyone in it suffers.

Many thanks to my loyal beta for finishing this monster on a deadline, and helping me out of a plot hole I fell into halfway through.

Enjoy the show. And mind the tags – this one does get pretty dark (before it gets better).

Will to Live

get-t-rekt:

Hey all! Resident suffering grad student here!

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~ B

(reblogs are also greatly appreciated!)

thelightofthingshopedfor:

I left Hazy in my room too long yesterday while I was at work and forgot to put any toys at all in there with her (readjusting to a young, high-energy dog when you’d gotten used to an old, low-energy dog is…wild), and she peed on the floor and chewed on my bedpost. today I made sure she had some toys and I’ll try to get home earlier, but now I’m paranoid she’s wrecking things I care about more than my shitty ancient bed frame >_<

I need to get…more and different toys. things to chew on. a Kong or something. also like, actual training. can I do that myself or do I need to take classes? GUESS WE’LL SEE

also I don’t know if I did something over the last several days or what, but everything aches from the shoulders up and it’s kind of getting worse, so…fingers crossed today’s massage does the trick

I left Hazy in my room too long yesterday while I was at work and forgot to put any toys at all in there with her (readjusting to a young, high-energy dog when you’d gotten used to an old, low-energy dog is…wild), and she peed on the floor and chewed on my bedpost. today I made sure she had some toys and I’ll try to get home earlier, but now I’m paranoid she’s wrecking things I care about more than my shitty ancient bed frame >_<

I need to get…more and different toys. things to chew on. a Kong or something. also like, actual training. can I do that myself or do I need to take classes? GUESS WE’LL SEE

I sure do love it when I have a publication deadline but everyone who needs to send me things seems to have fallen off the face of the earth and I’m fairly sure the decision to publish late or incomplete isn’t mine to make but no one who can decide is available apparently!!!