(05/08-12/12)

Tell us two things that you think everyone should have the 'right' to have. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.... or what, exactly?

1. The right to be the one making your choices. You're gonna be the one to live with the aftermath, one way or the other, so might as well make sure the decision is all you, even if you choose badly.

2. The right to the truth, if you want it. I've said this a million times before, but it would've been a lot easier if I'd known about all this shit before I got involved.


Respond in some manner to this picture.

Well, isn't that just dandy? Finally get out from under the thumb of your last crazy boss, and end up working for another. Well done, Claymore.

Farley scowled, jammed his hands deeper into his pockets, and glared intently at the fish swimming past the brain coral. On a better day, he would have been with the penguins, but the room had been swarming with children, and he so desperately wanted to be alone.

Dying.

Absolutely peachy.

And, of course, the great Tony Stark has to do every damn thing himself and can't be bothered to ask for help, so when he hits the inevitable dead end, he blows up.

He knew he could be thinking a bit more charitably, but quite frankly, he didn't want to. Stark's drunken escapades and having to flee with the man's personal possessions - given willingly, admittedly, but the point stood - before Rhodes was forced to confiscate them under orders had sapped whatever goodwill he had right now. And he hadn't even done a thing with them, yet!

The phone vibrated against his ribs. Speak of the one-eyed devil.

He let it buzz. The rest of the 'verses could take a flying leap.


Give us a hundred words about confidence.

AN: Went to dictionary.com for this one.

The wound looked horrible - part bruise, part gangrene - and Farley was glad that it was as small as it looked.

"The... Chitauri?"

Loki nodded. "They... found me not long after Puente Antiguo."

"But now you want out."

He scowled bitterly "Aye, I do. Earth would be a mere bone for the dog that fetched their prize, and I a puppet to Thanos's whims." The sudden rage fizzled. "I'd hoped to handle this myself, but as you can see..." He closed his eyes, tears finally spilling forth. "I'm sorry."

"No, I understand. Let's get this cleaned up first, hm?"


List us all the excuses you use when you're late to whatever important thing you happen to be late to.

* Slept in.
* Didn't want to come. Forgot something I needed.
* Loki was a little.... enthusiastic in sending me off. Had to say goodbye to someone
* Didn't care. Wanted to get my thoughts together.
* Thought it would be boring as hell. Hoped to be "fashionably late".


Do not speak of your happiness to one less fortunate than yourself. - Plutarch

Eh, I can believe where he's coming from. Sure, you're probably not doing it on purpose, but you have no idea how hard it is to tell someone over and over again how happy you are for them when it's all you can do not to curl up in bed and try not to deal with the world.

(Yeah, Loki doesn't mind, but I try to keep the door open both ways, even if he doesn't always want to talk.)

Probably why I spent so much time apart from other kids when I was younger. All of a sudden, I just had this absolutely painful knowledge no one else did, and it made the familiar teenage angsts of girls (and maybe boys), puberty, and school just a little harder to deal with.

Not that you don't have the right to be happy, mind you, just keep a little empathy in mind, you ken?