An Update On Writing And Life (Complete With Memes)

Hello, everyone! I realized that I hadn’t really done a post about writing in a while… so why not.

Lately, school has been horrendous. Especially physics…

"You should see the looks on your faces because you look-ridicul

Drivers’ ed has been pretty time consuming, too.


And no, I haven’t totaled our car. Or even gotten into an accident. Although I did kind of run over a curb and scrape up the bottom of the car… But never mind that. (Those two memes were made by yours truly, the rest aren’t.) But alas, homeschooling. Contrary to popular belief…

really homeschooler




And not all of us sleep in until noon and stay in our pajamas and don’t do any schoolwork.


But besides loads of schoolwork, and co-op…


…there have also been chores…


…and taking care of the dog.


Not my dog. Oh, and music lessons.


Except I play the piano. Then writing.


Sometimes I get distracted by reading, though…

Or coming up with plot twists.


But basically…


That is the hardest part. The funniest part?


So, enough with the memes. For now. My current work in progress has been going pretty slow (hence the next to last meme) but I am currently just over ninety pages, which makes it the longest story I’ve ever written. You may have noticed that I adjusted my word count goal on the sidebar. That’s mostly because it is certainly not going to be 60,000 words. It’s around 25,ooo words right now (amazing for me!) and it’ll probably be around 30,000 words/100 pages when I finish.

I know I said enough with the memes, but this one (made by me from this song) pretty much sums everything up.


Hope you’ve enjoyed this and laughed along the way! 😀

Avengers’ Isle: The Sand In My Hair

Helloooo, readers! I apologize for this being so short and not posting last week, but if I had posted it then, all you would’ve had was the first sentence. 😀 Enjoy! See previous parts here.

Thor might have thought he was on Asgard if not for the sand in his hair. Thor had to admit that he liked his hair, and maybe even took a little pride in how it looked. Just like Volstagg and his beard. Sand in his hair was like food in Volstagg’s beard. Annoying, but inevitable on this island.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes before gazing around. He was surprised to notice that Captain Rogers was nowhere to be seen. Usually he was the first one up, but the captain seemed to have beaten him this morning.

Thor stretched and stood. The fire was nearly out, so he fed it with some wood he and Captain Rogers had gathered the night before. They would need to cook breakfast after the captain came back, hopefully with food. He paused. He hadn’t realized until now, but he hadn’t seen any animals or heard any birds since arriving at the island. Frowning, he switched directions and made his way over to the edge of the water. Some small pools had formed in hollow spaces a little ways down the beach, and he knelt over them. No sign of any fish. No life at all.

A shiver ran down his spine and he gazed up at the sky. Nothing. No birds. No fish. No creatures. No life.

He walked quickly back to the campfire, keeping an eye on it. Where had the captain gone? Now was not the time to disappear. He found himself pacing and forced himself to sit down and think this through. Not thinking was what had landed him powerless on Midgard originally. Good eventually came out of that, but at a price. He must think.

The fire began to dwindle again, so he decided to stay busy by finding some more wood. He headed over to the forest, but froze. A leg covered in familiar blue fabric stuck out of the underbrush.

Thor hurried over and easily uncovered the captain, uprooting a bush in the process. The captain lay on his face, and when Thor turned him over, he found a purplish bruise forming just above his temple.

The captain stirred in his arms and moaned. Thor shook him gently. “Are you all right?” he asked. The other man blinked, looking woozy. Then his eyes widened and he began to attempt to struggle. In his weakened state, it was easy for Thor to keep a grip on him. “What’s wrong?” Thor asked.

The captain gazed around frantically. “B-b… b…” he croaked hoarsely.

Thor’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “B?” He thought. “Bilchsteim? Bifrost? Bruise?”

The captain slumped, a pained look crossing his face. “Bucky.”


A like gets you a trip to Asgard, a comment lets Thor and company be your tour guides.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Twelve

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Thor landed on top of a huge building, not even sure what it was, his eyes focused on the warehouse in front of him. Every door, every window was either boarded up or closed, and probably locked. How was he supposed to get in? He jumped down from the building, landing with a thud and sending up a cloud of dust. He began to walk around the building, sizing it up.

A hand gently touched his shoulder, and he spun around. His eyes narrowed and he took a step backward. “Leave me. You are lucky I’m letting you live now. After what you did to me.”

“Please don’t be sore, Thor,” she whispered softly. “I didn’t want to. Really I didn’t.” He arched an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “I didn’t want to do this, either.”

A hand gripped Thor’s arm and spun him around. Loki’s familiar grin was right in his face. “Thank you, my dear Aila,” he sneered, his eyes on Thor’s angry face.

Thor turned to the girl, who had moved off a few paces and leaned against a tree to watch. “You betrayed me,” he snarled.

Aila opened her mouth to reply, but Loki waved his hand impatiently. “Do not try to stall, Thor. Your friends are inside, and, well…” He flashed a crooked grin. “We have been having a little fun. You would not want it to stop being fun, would you?”

Thor glared at Loki. “You need not do this, brother. We can—”

“I must,” Loki said, interrupting Thor. He looked at Aila. “Aila darling, why don’t you go back inside. We may be a while, and I certainly don’t want you to witness this and ruin your beautifully innocent mind.”

“Darling…” Thor hissed. He dove for his brother, fury and hatred bubbling up inside of him, swinging around his hammer. Loki ducked and avoided it. He wrenched his brother’s arm around and unsheathed yet another dagger.

“If this is how you want to play…” Loki began.

Thor threw his hammer, sending it flying straight into his brother’s stomach. The force sent Loki and the hammer crashing into the wall of the warehouse. Loki leapt up the instant he stopped moving and charged Thor, giving him a gash on his arm. “You’ve no hope for your hammer now,” he panted as he pressed his knife to Thor’s throat. He smiled. “Your hammer is now presumably stuck to the same magnet as your friend’s weapons. And the magnet attracts all metals,” he added, seeing the doubt on his brother’s face.

“Oh, please, boys,” Aila pleaded in her silky sweet voice. “You’re going to give us a bad name.”

“I have nothing to do with you,” Thor snarled. “I should have learned by now not to trust Midgard women.”

Loki smiled. “Aila, dear, if I’m giving you and me a bad name, it will only last as long as my dear brother’s life.” He grinned at Thor, the knife still at his adopted brother’s throat. “Which won’t be very long. Darling, maybe you should go inside.”

“I didn’t mean us as a couple,” Aila said sweetly, drawing nearer. “I meant all of us, as Asgardians.” The two men froze, taken aback.

“You’re not an Asgardian,” Loki said. “You told me yourself, and I met your mother.”

“You are right,” Aila said, stepping nearer. “But you are wrong. I told you, and you met my mother. But you didn’t meet my father. I am not Asgardian, but I’m half-Asgardian. My father was from Asgard.”

The brothers were stunned into silence for almost a full minute before Loki spoke. “That is of no consequence now.” He fixed his eyes on his brother. “If you were not such an immediate threat, I would enjoy taking you inside and making you watch the torture and death of each of your friends. As you are and immediate threat, and immediate solution must be performed.” He pushed his brother up against a shriveled tree. “Once and for all,” he hissed in his brother’s ear.

Thor closed his eyes tightly, feeling the coldness of the dagger against his throat. And then a thud, and the dagger was gone. He opened his eyes and saw Loki wrestling with a tiger. Aila? They rolled around on the dying grass, both of them snarling, but one a human snarl, and the other not. He knew he should head for the warehouse while Loki was distracted, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t move. Why would Aila try to save his life?

A roar of pain echoed across the field, clearly coming from the tiger. Thor felt the urge to help, but he felt helpless without his hammer. He took an unsure step forward, but didn’t move any farther. The tiger – Aila – finally pinned Loki down. Red was mixed in with the orange and black fur, but Loki also had his wounds. He was still struggling, but Aila had him pinned perfectly. She turned back into herself, and Loki went limp as she knocked him unconscious.

Thor still couldn’t move as he watched Aila push herself up off of Loki and gaze down at him, her hand clutching her side. She glanced in Thor’s direction and he finally found the power to move, grasping her other arm. “Why did you do that?” he asked in a whisper, towering over her.

“Because I had to choose,” she said softly. “I had to lose either my freedom, or…” She averted her gaze. “Or you,” she whispered. She turned away from him and walked to the warehouse as he stood staring after her, shocked.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part One

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fanfiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy. 😉

“You guys worked together very well,” Nick Fury stated. “I know some of your fellow Avengers are hard to get along with—” A snort came from Steve Roger’s direction, and Fury glared at him. “—but overall you worked great as a team.” A knock sounded at the door and Fury took his gaze off of the three people in his office. “Yes?” he asked, irritated.

A SHIELD agent poked his head into the room. “Director Fury, we’ve had some reports from some citizens—”

“Is the world about to be attacked?” Fury interrupted. A muffled laugh was heard, most likely from Natasha Romanoff. Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, elbowed her.

“No, sir,” the agent replied. “Unless you count a loose tiger an attack on the world.”

Fury gave a half-grin. “SHIELD doesn’t do animals. Just psychopath people who want to rule the world.”

“We know someone like that,” the Black Widow muttered.

“Who, Stark?” Captain America asked, smirking.

“Very odd animal, though, sir,” the agent said. “It apparently ran through a butcher shop and didn’t give a second thought to the meat. It was too busy terrorizing the people. And the zoo says it’s not one of their tigers.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Really? That sounds… interesting.”

“Do you want us to check it out?” Hawkeye asked.

Fury shook his head and turned to the agent. “Have some agents do some checking around. Figure out what’s going on.” The agent nodded and left.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to investigate?” Steve asked.

“I don’t think it’s that important. You know how some people keep wild animals for pets and then release them when they become too much to handle. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Fury told him.

Natasha nodded. “Right.”

“Why didn’t the rest come to this meeting?” Steve asked Fury.

“It wasn’t mandatory. In fact, I didn’t even bother to talk to them. Dr. Banner decided to ‘remove himself from this environment’ again, back to India, I believe. Tony went back to his tower, and you know that Thor went back to Asgard.”

“So it’s just the three of us left,” Steve said.

“For now,” Fury replied. Another knock sounded on the door. “What is it this time?” he snapped.

A female SHIELD agent entered, her face red from running. “We tracked down that tiger, chased it down an alley, and then it just… disappeared.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Well. Have some agents looking out for it. For now, if it’s gone, I don’t think we need to worry.”

“We do need to worry,” a familiar voice said as the door opened.

“Thor?” Clint asked, surprised. “I thought you went back to Asgard.”

“As I did,” Thor replied, stepping into the room, his hammer in hand. “I bring unfortunate news. Loki has escaped from prison.”

Silence filled the room. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on Thor.

“Please tell me you just picked up some of Stark’s humor,” Steve said.

“I am afraid not,” Thor replied. He turned to Fury. “I believe we should gather the others.”

Fury nodded. “Right.” He pressed his finger to his earpiece. “Agent Hill, please contact Stark and Banner and have them come here immediately. No excuses.” He paused, listening. “If they protest, tell them Loki has gotten loose. That may get their attention.”