Monthly Archives: November 2012

Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king

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“My lord,” Summer touched his hand, leaning down from the saddle, “Henry, don’t worry about me.” She gave him a joyful smile and nudged Petal into a trot. In what short time could a whole world change. It was as if the sun had come out from behind the clouds of her mind, dazzling her with brilliance.

She wondered how Henry would choose to pursue their relationship. Would he be secretive, guarding her from the world in some wild attempt to protect her? Would he court her after the manner of kings, with gifts and public attention? She hoped neither. She hoped it could be quieter, casual touches of hands in the corridors, stolen kisses in the mornings, heartfelt and thoughtful gifts. A continuation of the simple kindnesses that had led her heart to him in the first place.

Henry smiled as she rode away and he turned back to the fields, taking Pointers – who had his fill of water – he mounted once more and made his way to the castle.

It was empty now at this hour of the day so he made his way to the kitchens to take some food, and to tell the chefs to prepare a meal for him, but nothing too elaborate – he planned to take Summer to his favorite place in all the castle, and there they could not take large feasts of food.

Summer tried to clear her mind of bemusement, making sure Petal was well tended, offering careful apologies to Bertha and the maidservant, supervising the clear-up of her night’s drinking and illness. A pulse of impatience beat in her veins, wondering when and how she could see Henry again, as opposed to the King in all his rulership. Henry the man was all she wanted.

But if they were to be together, she would have to accept the existence of Henry the King as well, and the way his duties would intervene between them periodically. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Summer picked up the book he had read to her from, turning it over in her hands. She’d finish her tale and wait for him to send for her.

Henry walked to her room and knocked on the door, he opened it at her word and then stepped inside and saw her sitting on the edge of her bed. He looked at her with a smile.

“Will you join me this night?”

Returning his smile, Summer said, “Yes, of course.” She laid the book aside, rising to give a quick curtsey before approaching Henry. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but hesitated, instead clasping her hands before her and simply smiling up at him. “Whither you lead, I’ll follow.”

Shooting Star | @wordlesswarlock

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Summer’s tone went wry. “It doesn’t look like I have any choice in the matter.” One hand rubbed at her forehead. An awkward silence fell. “Um … do you think I could borrow a book? Something to read, just to pass some time? I don’t want to keep you from anything you need to be doing.”

Oh, sure, smiled Merlin as he went over to one of Gaius’ bookshelves. Most of the books in here are medical books. Is that alright? And don’t worry about distracting me. I was just heading back here, anyway. He had planned to go to sleep once he’d gotten home, but he couldn’t just go to sleep while there was a patient and Gaius was out. It was irresponsible, not to mention rude.

“If … it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me about you, then? I can’t even think how you manage to survive /here/ of all places with,” Summer flourished a hand at him, “so much power. I mean, at least I can talk, I don’t have to resort to telepathy, so I can keep my powers hidden … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look. “I never found anyone else with magic.”

Another blush spread across Merlin’s face and neck. He wasn’t quite used to people mentioning how much power he had. Some days it’s difficult, and some days it’s easy, especially because Arthur thinks I’m an idiot. With most people, I don’t use telepathy, though. I write in a journal or mouth what I want to say. He sighed sympathetically at her expression. I’m sorry… I know how difficult that is.

“Don’t you ever get a chance to stop hiding?” The fact that he blushed so easily over it fascinated her; did no one ever praise him for it either? “At — at home, I don’t … so much have to hide. I don’t go about telling people, but I know many of our people have guessed that there is more to my skills at healing than simply … herbs and potions.”

It must be horrible for him, she thought. To be here, of all places, in the centre of the Purge, and bound in service to the heir to Camelot, and never be able to be honest about himself with anyone. Always keeping secrets, always lying. She gave an involuntary shiver of sympathy.

Not here, I don’t, though a few people know about me, shrugged Merlin. I’m glad you don’t have to hide as much and that you can use your magic for good without people giving you trouble. He caught her shiver, stood up, and put another small log on the fire. Sorry, I know it can get a bit cold in here.

“Hm?” Looking up from her thoughts, Summer saw Merlin add fuel to the fire. “Oh. No, I’m not cold. I just … ” She opened her mind, showing Merlin her sympathy. “I don’t understand how you — there’s just so little resentment in you.”

harry—monmouth:

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Lightly, now, Kris introduced his tongue, flicking the tip of it at marks on Harry’s fingers, kissing down into the palm and over the heel of the hand. He bit at the base of the thumb before tucking Harry’s hand up against his face and mirroring the position himself. More kisses, then, to the edges of Harry’s mouth, along his jawline, Kris snubbing his nose up behind Harry’s ear. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

Henry had a reason to tense at Kris’ kisses, sweet and short were they; he let a slow breath from his lungs. He stole a simple and chaste kiss from Kris’ lips, bringing his head low as he looked to his side. He didn’t know what he wanted; he was always given everything he thought people thought he needed. The prince bit his lip, making a soft groan as he buried his face at the crook of the other’s neck.

Softly Kris stroked Harry’s hair. He let his own breath out in a slow exhale, shoulders slumping. He clearly had to give over his own hopes, because Harry wasn’t responding in any familiar way. And he couldn’t permit himself to just take. “Shhh, Hal, Harry, Henry, shhh.”

“I Break Everything I Touch”||@iamthefirechild

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“Hummm.” Summer drummed the fingers of her empty hand on the table. “I could do some research and try to find out what’s been built since, err,” she searched for a polite phrase, “the end of the war. That would be all new. I’m sure everything’s changed, so it might be worth it just to wander around and look at whatever catches our fancy.” She twisted her face up into a couple of weird thinking poses before she went on, “Bronx Zoo, Botanical Gardens, Rockefeller Centre, the Metro Art Museum … any of those sound good?”

“Hmm… They all sound absolutely lovely. We could start with the zoo, I guess. I haven’t been to one in so long. And face it, there’s something for everyone there,” he commented. It was true. Zoos were great for anyone; whether you wanted to see shows, just watch the animals be lazy, visit reptile houses and/or aquariums, or just eat the food, zoos were good.

“Then that’s settled!” She beamed at him. “Shall I just wait for you to call? Phones do still work pretty much the same way,” Summer teased, before deliberately stuffing the last of her danish in her mouth and making a chipmunk face. “Fair warning, though, my sanity is questionable at the best of times.”

Charity Ball | Open RP

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Summer checked herself over in the mirror one last time. She was never comfortable with the way she looked, far less when she dressed up. But the letter had specified formal dress, so formal dress it was, makeup, heeled shoes and all. She’d braided her long hair into a double coronet around her head and accented the burgundy dress with garnet jewellery.

Probably she ought to be grateful to have her work recognised, but then again recognition had very little to do with what she did as a heroine. It was simply something that needed doing that she was capable of doing, that was all. But the folk who had organised this charity ball didn’t seem to think so, and they wanted the empath Summer Rainault, who had, in their words, ‘helped save so many lives during and after the Manhattan Incident,’ to be one of their guests of honour while the rich and powerful of New York City celebrated the end of the cleanup.

Summer anticipated being largely ignored while the attendees swarmed around better known heroes like Captain America and Iron Man. Which, honestly, was fine by her. Making polite conversation with people who were largely unaware of her existence, all the while knowing just how little truth was in their words, had never appealed. She smiled, posed, and waved to the paparazzi on her way in, hiding how awkward and out of place she felt. Once inside the ballroom, Summer found a corner quieter than the rest, acquired a drink, and tried to ignore all the butterflies in her gut.

He honestly hadn’t even wanted to go, but sadly this was something that Pepper couldn’t do for him. And he had tried, several times, to get the new Stark Industries CEO to attend the charity event instead of him. He was sick, in a way, and tired, and he was in no mood to mingle. But Pepper had pointed out that they had specifically asked for Iron Man to attend the event.

So here he was, suit and tied, at an event that he didn’t want to be at. The small mercy was that the rest of the Avengers were there as well, though they all had their own groups of people to talk to. And he did as well, of course, but he at that moment had managed to sneak away with a tumbler of good scotch. He saw a few familiar faces, yes, not counting his teammates, but there were also a lot of people he didn’t recognize too. Which was all fine to him.

He didn’t need to know anyone. He was just Iron Man.

But occasionally someone did wander up to him, more often than not some woman all prettied up in a gown. Which was okay with him. After all, he was still Tony Stark.

If she had been paying attention to people’s physical presence, and not the increasing pressure inside her own head, Summer would certainly have retreated back to her original corner after getting a refill. Never mind that it was starting to swirl with more people as well; strangers were easier far to deal with than Tony Stark.

Well, in one way, anyhow. She didn’t tend to have crushes on random strangers, after all. But no, she’d walked right next him, screwdriver in hand, to lean her forehead against the wall in hopes that the coolth would help suppress her oncoming headache.

The minute he spoke to her, her feelings would probably be obvious to anyone with an eye.

detectivejackharkness:

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“I’m the help,” she told Jack. “People don’t help me, I help them. It’s the way it works. I accept that. I just — sometimes I have to get away. I have to run and hope I can run fast enough to escape myself.” Reaching out, Summer touched Jack’s arm. “Please don’t let my hurting make you hurt. I couldn’t bear that.”

He looked at her hand on his arm. “… But what if I want to help you so you don’t feel like it’s too much?” He asked softly, smiling at her. “You don’t always have to be the one taking everything on..” 

“I don’t suppose I can stop you if you feel that way.” A very faint smile crinkled around her eyes. “Though I’ve no idea what you think you can do.” Summer let her hand fall, wrapping both arms around herself.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I could be your friend?” Although he shied away from the idea of ‘friends’ or anyone closer than an acquaintance.

“You don’t really want that,” Summer commented softly. “I wonder why? What is it you do want? The shadows run very deep in you, honey.” She looked him up and down, distracted out of her funk. “There’s such a sense of age about you.”

“Shadows.” He muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Are you some sort of magic being?” He laughed quietly, looking her over again, uncertain now.

Summer conceded, “That’s … one way to put it.” The incipient smile lines vanished.  ”And now you know why I carry so much. What you feel now. I know too much, and it frightens you.”

jQuery Tumblr RP Thread Tracker

Tracking threads is hard. You lose them, you don’t know whose turn it is, your dash ate the latest reply. You try to tag your threads so they’re easy to find, but you still have to go in and check every tag. You have to basically handwrite a page that lists all your tags or partners or threads.

So I wrote this code that lets you do a little setup and have a real-time live thread tracker. That’s the very plain, no style, just does the job version linked there. Setup is time-consuming if you’re one of those people with dozens of threads, but after setup it should just work.

  1. follow that link and copy all the code there. paste it into your favourite text editor.
  2. find “your_blog_url_here” and replace it with, easy, your blog url. Keep the quotes around it!
  3. this is the lengthy part. Open up one post in a thread you want to track. It doesn’t matter which post. It has to be on your tumblr. Could be the first post you made to the thread, could be the last post you made.
    Look at the url of the post. It’ll be something like iamthefirechild.tumblr.com/post/35825614680/blah-blah-blah
    The part you want is the series of numbers right after post/. I bolded it, above. Copy that.
  4. find “post_id1” and replace it with that number. Keep the quotes around it!
  5. repeat Step 3 for the next thread you want to track. find “post_id2” and repeat Step 4.
  6. you can have a fairly lengthy list of numbers here if you keep repeating Steps 3&4. Always enclose the post id number in quotes, and always put a comma after the quotes close.
    If you don’t do those two things, it will break.
  7. After you’ve added the last post id you want to track, don’t put a comma after it, and make sure the closing bracket ] is there.
  8. open up the customize page for your theme. Add a new page, and choose “Custom Layout”. Copy and paste the text you just edited, all of it, into the space. Give it Page URL, Page Title, etc. as normal, and create, then save. Make sure to save again on the customize page.
  9. That’s it, you’re done! It should just work. Yes, it will be a plain white page with no pretty colours and some text.
    Wrapping all that in your theme could be quite a bit more complicated.
    Here’s a demo for you. And here’s what it looks like on a theme. Theme-atically speaking, there’s a heck of a lot that can be done to make the basic text look different or even display some different information. But I’m not going to try to teach you all that here; somebody’s head would explode.

I’ve been gone for a little while because, well, I had some crazy, and I realised it wasn’t good friendship to spill it out here. Please accept this code and set of instructions as an apology and my way of saying ‘I love you; I miss you; please welcome me back.’

when someone i thought was a friend whom i liked and cared about can block me and i dont even know about it or the reason for it im done.

goodbye.