• Okay, but seriously, Glorfindel is the best elf ever. He was an elflord in Gondolin who escaped during its fall to Morgoth. During the retreat, the fleeing elves were ambushed and one of the enemies was a Balrog, like the one that Gandalf fought in Moria.
  • Glorfindel dueled the Balrog, killing it and clearing the path so that the rest of the elves could escape. However, he was killed in the process and, like all elves who die, his spirit went to the Halls of Mandos where it rested and was cleansed and where he was eventually reembodied (which happens with elves). However, unlike other elves, Glorfindel was sent back across the sea during the Second Age where he continued to kick ass and take names. 
  • Notable among these being the time he totally faced down the Witch-King of Angmar who fucked right off and ran away. Incidentally, the future king of Gondor was there for that and totally wanted to chase down the Witch-King and Glorfindel was like “Do not pursue him! He will not return to these lands. Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man will he fall.


In fact, contrary to what the movies would have you believe, it was Glorfindel, not Arwen, who scoops up Frodo and outruns the Nazgul to get him safely to Rivendell. 

So as you can see, he is basically the best elf ever in the entire world and absolutely deserving of the Regina George treatment.

(The above nonsense was written by me and arted by my wonderful wife, flatbear)

This was the second piece I had commissioned by flatbear.  

I actually got this for one of my best friends Katy. She loves burlesque and Clint so… why not put the two together. Now I have an Old West AU in my head in which Clint makes Natasha be a dancer at a saloon with him…. *headdesk*


DO NOT REMOVE THE TAG or I will sic Barton and Natasha on you. Natasha may or may not have a knife in her corset somewhere. :|


Captain America 3: Someone Should Really Call Clint I Mean Seriously Like Half His Stuff Was Still At SHIELD…




At first I thought this was a joke, and I told Nicki. Then we decided this wasn’t actually a joke and it’s some ignorant ass motherfucker that doesn’t know shit and probably thinks that PETA is the greatest thing since sliced bread.

  1. They are A N I M A L S. Gender roles exist because the sex of the animal determines their behavior. It’s not like I require Maxine to sit in the kitchen and make me a sandwich while I’m working. Plus she doesn’t have opposable thumbs. And she’s a fucking dog. D-O-G. DOG.
  2. I wish you would de-anon and say this to my face. Because then I’d have someone hold my shoes while I lost my goddamn mind on your ass.
  3. Nicki has great response images.

So I’ve recently started writing Porter City again, and Nicki decided to draw me some of the characters!  This also means that I’m going to be spamming you guys with various inspiration pictures, playlists, brainstorming, casting, and other nonsense. :)

These two are Geoffrey and Stella, a mated pair of werewolves! Geoffrey is the enforcer for the German pack. He and Stella are the breeding pair for that pack (because the alpha fell in love with another man hurr hurr). Geoffrey found Stella in a French brothel when she was very young and he tore the place apart, rescued her, and handed her over to a lady friend of his that ran a finishing school. When Stella turned 17, she set out to find her handsome prince. She managed to track Geoffrey down to the company he was serving with during the Napoleonic War and initially assumed that his pack brother Jon was the one who saved her. Confronted with Geoffrey, considerably less polished and handsome than Jon, Stella promptly fell in love with him and he with her. He took her home and she was inducted into the pack. They’ve been together since then, though they never bothered to get married. They have six children.

After an endless hiatus, Nicki and I are thrilled to announce that The Rykani Tapestry is live and updating again!  New page every Monday!

The lost civilization of Rykani has been gone from the world for centuries. Its artifacts, of much interest to scientists and collectors, are evidence of a vastly advanced culture, both technologically and magically. Adventure hunters scour the globe, searching for its legendary wonders, but Rykani guards its secrets well.

Amelia Kulasingh is one of those adventure hunters. Her father, a famous explorer, labored his entire life to find the crown jewel of Rykani’s treasures, the great Flying City. And find it they did, along with a long dormant danger that claimed the lives of the exploration party. Amelia, the only survivor, fled the city with her father’s journal.

Pursued now by the agents of the Ventris Empire, Amelia is on a desperate journey to discover the secrets of the Flying City and to honor her father’s dying wish: that their benefactor, the Crown Prince of Ventris, must never know where the lost city of Rykani lies.

Go!  Read it!  Follow!  You’ll love it, I promise.