Got a little silly, decided to write something. Might add on to it later. I might just abandon it.
The Ballad of the Beginning
From the Ginnungagap did form
Great Yimir, the screamer,
Between the frigid Nifilheim
And Muspellheim's flicker.
Born of unmade oceans and rime
Yimir was not alone.
On Adhumla's milk he did feast,
Hunger he did not know.
The cow while licking salt did make
Buri, the lone first god.
From Yimir sprang the Jötunar,
Existence theirs to trod.
From Buri came a son named Börr.
The Jötunar did see
These gods as a danger to the
Chaos that gave them glee.
The gods and Jötunar did war
But neither side held sway.
'Til Börr and Bestla had three sons,
Odin, Vili, and Ve.
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Just trying to solidify a new style
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I’m so happy for them
[Image Description: Castiel from Supernatural is saying I love you, underneath is an image of Dean Winchester with the caption: “After four months of striking the WGA has a reached a tentative agreement & finalizing the contract. If all goes well writers will get to return to work with better pay and protections. They did it. Go unions”]
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coming back to tumblr in 2024 feels like crawling back to an ex that was only ever good to you after fucking around with the wrong people and making mistakes for 6 years
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Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.
Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.
He breathes a quiet,
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
Eddie huffs a tired laugh,
‘You know I never mind.’
Because, yeah.
Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.
( another one from the poll | WIP )
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"Waltz with me!"
i don't usually take requests but this one (coming from @mariichengg thank you mwah!) got the gears in my little head turning! 'tis a scene from my own fic from a while back :D was fun to revisit!
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