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Steve leaves all the utensils by the fire pit, knowing Sam has much more experience at manning a grill than he does—which is to say, no experience at all. Sam did show Steve how to turn the damn thing on, though he can say with certainty that he’d never try it alone, even if Sam did bring him a new fire extinguisher. Steve slips back into his kitchen to finish putting together the kebabs and almost doesn’t hear Tasha follow him in over ‘Grill-Master Barton’s Essential BBQing Tunes’ blasting from the speakers in Clint’s pick-up truck. “Hey, need another beer?” Steve calls out over My Generation, trying to play off the fact that he was shimmying to it just moments ago. “No, just wanted to help,” she says, washing her hands before sidling up next to him at the island. They poke peppers, zucchini, onions, and shrimp onto wet skewers in a companionable silence that lasts all of five minutes before Steve catches her sneaking glances into the living room and taking deep, measured breaths. “Is everything… Okay?” he asks, looking over at the nearly pristine room across from them. Tasha smiles at him, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Fine. Sorry. Must be allergies.” To what? The blankets and pillows had been put back, the floor swept, the rug vacuumed, and the coffee table in front of the fireplace had been wiped down with disinfectant wipes. Steve knows intimately what allergies look like, and that isn’t it. He doesn’t have to press her to explain, because she continues, arranging the kebabs on the tray with nonchalance. “Hey, Brooklyn… You feel safe out here? By yourself?” Steve does his level best to keep from laughing hysterically. “I guess so,” he says mildly. “I’m getting used to the quiet, I think. No one’s tried breaking in again. I haven’t had to deal with coyotes or bears or—” “—Wolves?” He turns to her, gauging her expression. She’s not smiling anymore. “I wasn’t aware there were any in this area,” he says carefully, still fiddling with the food. “Sam and Clint did mention some fairytale from town, though. Something about a werewolf, right?” Steve says as casually as he can manage, throwing in an empty chuckle. Tasha studies him for a moment, then takes his wrist, stilling his hand. “It’s not a story.” He freezes. With her other hand, she untucks her shirt from her jeans and lifts it up. Steve’s eyes are drawn to four long, jagged scars that run across the puckered flesh of her abdomen, faded with time but startling all the same. “Tasha…” he whispers, horrified. She drops her shirt and tucks it back in. “Not a story,” she repeats. “You be careful out here. Promise me.” “I will,” he says quietly and tears his eyes away, balling his fists up until his knuckles go white.

~ Narrator Voice: Steve wasn’t.

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

honestly it’d be a tie between bad moon rising and kataigída

21. most memorable comment/review

answered!

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

probably everything by @thelittleblackfox . also, through the woods by @recalibrates !!

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Thor tears all the sleeves off his shirts. Loki wears the sleeves as headbands. They blast loud classic rock at exceptional volumes for roughly 2 hours every night and the neighbours are afraid to ask why.

Thor and Loki are just like, the open secret of their little town. everyone is 98% sure they’re fucking, but no one has the courage to just ask now.

HMU if u want the URL powerbottomloki �� use it for good, not evil

DISCLAIMER: I am not psychic. The things that happen in this reading may be true, may not. A big part of doing tarot is knowing a person, or at least being able to know a few things about the person. You’re not sitting in front of me, so it’s a bit tough. And remember: tarot doesn’t dictate the future. It points out things that you may want to look out for. You can always change your destiny.

Three Sisters Spread: Named for the Wyrd Sisters, the three Fates from English mythology, this spread uses three cards that represent the past, present, and future.

Card One: The Present

The World

The last card in the major Arcana, the World represents completion, integration, and wholeness. It signals that you’re at some kind of ending in your life. You’ve reached a large goal. Because this is your present, I also think it’s safe to say that it means that you’re also looking forward to what’s next, now that this large thing is over.

Card Two: The Past

Temperance (Reversed)

Temperance doesn’t mean a moral lecture, but rather, balance. In reverse, it signifies that in your past, there’s been dangerous imbalance. Maybe you’ve let yourself become so imbalanced in order to achieve your goals, and now that you’ve made it there, you need to look at what you’ve done to get where you are now.

Card Three: The Future

Seven of Wands

This card signifies power from within and self-belief. You’ve got stuff in your past and stuff coming your way in the future. But the way to maintain the good things you’ve got going for yourself is to be brave and true to your convictions. By having self-confidence and being confident in what you do, you’ll find balance.

Final Thoughts