#bookwermthings

I got to sell my zines, and some people paid more than I was charging!

My current zines are "I'm Not Good At Art", What Is A Home?, Not Just Content, Werm's Recommendations, and Break Out of Monolingualism.

I also have two Fallout 4 fan comics called Robotic Reflection and Forever Young.

They're an amazing author, with stories such as Just This Once (eeeeeeeeek!), By The Green You Shall Know Us, Of Motion In Perpetuity, and a recent one I await every installment of : Conditional Iteration!

Beleriandings | @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe

Just this once by Beleriandings (Team | Complete | 239,639 | T)

(Everybody lives.)

(Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

  By the green you shall know us by Beleriandings (JackIanto | Complete | 5,554 | T)

Faced with losing Ianto in Thames House, Jack makes a desperate gamble.

Of Motion In Perpetuity by Beleriandings (JackIanto | WIP | T)     

When Gwen, Jack and Ianto investigate a cold case from end of the nineteenth century, they find themselves pulled back in time against their will, fighting to protect each other and to get home.

Conditional Iteration by Beleriandings (Gwen&Ianto | WIP | T)

Gwen can only watch, helpless and raging and grieving, as Jack and Ianto die in Thames House.

The next moment though, she finds herself pulled out of time, back to the moment it all started to go wrong.

1. For fanfic I 1000% recommend Just this once by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe if you haven’t read it already, it’s AMAZING and a must-read if you have the time!!!

2. Written by GDL is the BF audio Dinner and A Show! This one is Ianto and Tosh in between seasons 1 and 2, so there’s some well-written angst about Jack being gone (and Tosh’s feelings for Owen) as well as a lot of funny banter.

3. The BF audio The Last Beacon also written by Gareth David-Lloyd. It has Ianto and Owen, and it’s so funny!!! Their dynamic is really good in this.

4. Obviously, Broken by Joseph Lidster has to be on this list. It’s a BF audio with Jack and Ianto that basically fills in some gaps in season one and actually shows the aftermath of Cyberwoman for Ianto. It’s the first BF audio I listened to and it’s so so good.

5. Zone 10 by David Llewellyn is an underrated Tosh standalone BF audio that I really enjoyed. It has a lot of really good moments and the other characters are great too!

Bonus: This isn’t a novel but The Torchwood Archives book by Gary Russell is a lot of fun and has entries written by Jack after the events of each Torchwood episode from the first two seasons. There’s a bunch of funny tidbits in it that I loved.

two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and i — i took the one most angsty,

Anyway

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“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

Bruce’s skin was rather vulnerable to the whims of sharp steel, or thorns, or whatever object that chooses to cleave through it. It was quite the contrast to the Hulk’s epidermis, which could weather a nuclear bomb explosion and emerge only with second-degree burns.

Bruce supposed he’s a bit jealous of Hulk, in that regard. Mostly because it was he that had to endure the sharp steel, or thorns, or whatever object that chose to cleave through his flesh, and not the Hulk. Because puny, 90-pound Banner was much easier to restrain than Hulk, much easier to sedate, much easier to tie down and cut open. 

And much easier to shoot with a pistol; something black and small, trembling in slender ivory hands that had intertwined so well in his. 

“Betty,” he pleaded, voice soft and gentle, like how one speaks when taming a wild animal. She had been struck with a beam that had made her hysterical, paranoid. And when someone is paranoid, the last one they would trust is the person notorious for being two-faced. 

Hence, the gun. The muzzle glared at him; a single eye dark as jet, housing fire and smoke and steel, steel that would puncture his skin like how a diver pierces the membrane caused by surface tension in water. 

Bruce wasn’t bulletproof, but the Hulk was. And despite how much Bruce protested the idea, they were one and the same. The Hulk was born from the tortured cocktail of hormones in his brain. Like how Zeus birthed Athena, Bruce birthed Hulk. And they were the same. Except one had skin as hard as diamond and as green as emeralds. 

“Betty,” his arms were outstretched in a placating gesture, palms exposed and fingers splayed open. She was trembling, and Bruce knew it wasn’t from the weight of the gun in her hand; Ross had raised her too well for that. It was most likely fear that caused her figure to shake so, and Bruce nearly broke when he realized it. 

Betty hadn’t been afraid of him in so long. 

“You’re going to hurt me,” She says, and Bruce has never seen her so wild with fright. “You’re going to kill me, Dad was right, I can’t trust you, you’re dangerous—“ 

“Betty,” he said desperately, “Betty, you’re delirious—that thing you were hit with, it messed with your mind—“ He began taking small steps forward, aiming to disarm her.

“And what have you been doing all this time!?” She yells, cheeks flushed and eyes crazed.

The eye of the muzzle never blinks, though. The pistol was the one thing steady about her. The way she held it, strong and sure. Aimed at his heart. He feels almost sickened by the symbolism of that. 

“I…” He doesn’t know how to answer. Another step.

“You’ve always been messing with me, haven’t you? Even when I followed you around like a lovesick puppy, you’ve just been manipulating me. You’re going to kill me, Doctor Banner, you’re going to kill me!” 

Bruce wonders if she means what she says. Bruce wonders if she should mean what she says. 

“Betty, I’m not, I wouldn’t,” He wouldn’t be like Dad. 

His legs tremble like Betty is right now, but he still takes a step.

“How do you know?!” 

He didn’t. “I don’t.” He couldn’t lie to her. “But you’re not well, you were shot with something—“

“Something that made me see the truth,” Betty spat, words like venom in his bloodstream, hurt and betrayal sweeping across his body in swathes. 

It isn’t her fault though, he knows. It’s his.

“Let’s just, let’s just talk this out, okay?” Another step closer, he could almost knock the gun out of her hands…

The eye blinked. Black became orange in a blinding display of fireworks. Orange yellow and red.

Red. Bruce could hear the bullet rattle on the ground somewhere behind him, no doubt trailing scarlet as it rolled. 

Groot live OR Peter Parker live?