you know what’s wild is that all these crazy standards we hold ourselves to are things that we don’t even value in another person? like i’ve never been like “wow I love that this friend of mine is too proud to ask for help and never complains about their feelings” or “my favorite quality about this friend is that they get straight A’s and never get overwhelmed and has never told me about a problem” or “i love that this friend has never been wrong about anything or slipped up and said something embarrassing once in their life” and yet here we are, pushing ourselves past our limits for and beating ourselves up over slipups of things that our friends probably wouldn’t even rank in the top 50 reasons they like us
Following Malekith’s attack on Asgard, Frigga survives, but the only thing holding her to life is Loki. Desperate to save his wife, Odin alters Loki’s sentence, imprisoning him instead in Frigga’s sickroom. Alone with his ill and unconscious mother, Loki helps Thor and Jane escape Asgard as best he can, and then must confront both the damage he’s caused and the damage his family has inflicted, on himself and on others. (6 chapters, 12k+ words, complete)
My first-ever contribution to a Big Bang! Thank you to my amazing beta reader @thelightofthingshopedfor. Any irregularities are here in spite of her hard work.
Accompanying art by @clarisimart and omg it’s so pretty.
Thank you for reading and especially for commenting. Comments are love. ♥
We adopted Hazy. She was upset about her foster mom leaving but she settled down pretty well. I think she’s warming up to me
Also she likes to be tall
also, I want to do the WIP meme but uhhhh my shit is so disorganized that might be difficult
well, Duncan’s rescue group was incredibly bad at responding to emails and answering very basic questions like “did you get my existing application and can it count for pre-approval” and “is Sunday’s adoption clinic in Anchorage or out of town,” which means somebody else is probably adopting him today, so that’s just…not meant to be, I guess. Hazy is actually here right now for a home visit; her foster mom had to go place a puppy but will be back, so we’re just kind of…seeing if she settles down. at the moment I think she’s just waiting for foster mom to come back. me being me, of course I’m consumed with “SHIT WAIT WHAT IF THIS IS WRONG EITHER FOR US OR FOR HER,” although I’m sure that’s made worse by the fact that the visit happened a few hours earlier than expected and I’m only now eating breakfast (it’s almost 1 p.m. and I’m definitely shaky at this point).
I feel like I didn’t do enough today and it’s true that I meant to do a bunch of things that didn’t get done, but on the other hand I vacuumed the whole house, cleaned hair and litter off the stairs, hauled the recycling, rented a wet-vac, spent a long damn time shampooing the carpet, and then cleaned out the extremely disgusting wet-vac tanks (so much disgusting wet hair) so I can get my deposit back when I return it to the store tomorrow, and that was…a lot
How many jobs have you had, and which was your favorite? Without actually opening up my resume…10 jobs, I think? my favorite is probably my current job (publications specialist at the Department of Fish & Game), because so far it’s the only one I’ve had for longer than a year and it’s also the only one where I’ve had my own office. better yet, I can wear jeans, I rarely have to use my phone or otherwise deal with people, and–best of all–I’m actually making use of the two English degrees I worked my ass off to get.
When did your family first acquire a color TV? I don’t remember having a black-and-white TV, so it would have been when I was still pretty little.
Did you or your family own a Betamax? also a boring answer, sorry–I don’t think we did. if nothing else, I don’t remember my immediate family ever owning one.
me being me, of course I’m consumed with “SHIT WAIT WHAT IF THIS IS WRONG EITHER FOR US OR FOR HER,” although I’m sure that’s made worse by the fact that the visit happened a few hours earlier than expected and I’m only now eating breakfast (it’s almost 1 p.m. and I’m definitely shaky at this point). 
I'm a defeatist but I don't have to be 