walk the path less traveled

misfits-den  asked:

Since you've admitted to liking Winteriron, do you have any fic recs? Not even shippy, just them, chilling together, having fun, etc.

Uh, well, I have mostly shippy ones bc I ship them? But if you just want friendship, let me know and I’ll try again, I guess. 

Fractures (Filled With Liquid Gold)

The Winter Tabby


Light the Lamp, Not the Rat

Winter is Coming (aka Fifty First Avengers Dates)

this isn’t violence, this is just a war in my head

we weren’t stitched up quite right (warning that this is Stuckony, not pure WinterIron)

Seize Yesterday

From That Moment On

Hide A Heart Of War



The Man With the Metal Arm

All The Leaves Are Brown (And the sky is gray)

The Soldier And The Hurricane


May the Best Assassin Win


Paths Are Made by Walking

Murderers and Thieves


The Road Less Traveled at the End of the Line

The Stars Go Red


Winter Wooer

111 + 1

(Iron Is A) Star Killer

  • I call to Hekate, who stands at the crossroad,
  • who stands at the city gate, who stands before
  • each family's home, to watch and to ward off evil.
  • Bearer of torches, leader of hounds, holder of keys,
  • daughter of the deep earth and the starry sky,
  • you tread upon the path less traveled; you walk,
  • with certainty and without fear, in the dark night,
  • in the wilderness, along roads most treacherous,
  • among those who skirt the edges of order.
  • Hekate, friend of women, protector of children,
  • you know the perils of all the worlds, goddess,
  • as each world is your realm to wander. Thus do you
  • hold safe the home, thus do you bar the door from all ill,
  • thus do you drive away the baneful and the false.
  • Hekate, compassionate goddess, I call to you.

Caught between the past and the future
And not too fond of the present, presently.
Should I stay or should I go?
Said the man in that song,
And that is why I’m torn..
Between today’s and tomorrow’s
Chased by yesterday’s horrors.
I walk down the path towards the road less traveled,
I stumble and fall, I crawl amidst all of the rabble
Slow I may go, but go I still go,
Moving toward something like something better.
Something I may never achieve, a place I may never reach,
But go I still go, for I may yet succeed.


Hey You.

I’m really glad to see you made it to the end of 2015.

You actually did it. And you deserve to be proud of that.

I don’t care how you got here–

kicking and screaming, crawling, hobbling, limping, in a spaceship, in a box, on a hospital bed, skipping through a field of roses (maybe daisies, cuz roses have thorns and that would hurt), strolling casually, walking or running or meandering or streaking, on the path less traveled, in a handbasket, on the bullet train, on a horse or snail or very large dog,

with scars and wounds and bandages and tape and hot glue holding you together, with tears and laughs and screams,

through happiness, sadness, joy, heartache, anger, frustration, pain, hate, love, friendship,

through illness and wellness and crappy situations and great situations, totally normal boring days, everything in between the extremes,

with your life together or it completely in tatters, with a clear vision of where you’re going, with some clue, with hopes, with no idea, with fear, dread, anxiety, worry, with inspiration, faith, with everything, nothing, something, anything,

You did it.

You made it.

You survived. You lived.

And dang it, you deserve to celebrate that.

You deserve to be here right now. You deserve to stay here. You deserve to kick 2016 in the nuts, to embrace it like a friend, to run through it, walk through it, play, laugh, cry, scream, love, hate, fear, learn,

And I don’t care how you stay, I just care that you stay. Because we made it here to the end of 2015, and it was one heck of a ride, but look at us. We’re here.

We’re alive.

You made it to 2016, and I can’t congratulate you enough.

And thank you for being here.

Did you know that there are tornados in space? They suck up a bunch of matter, toss it around, and spit it out to fend for itself… that’s how stars are born.
Sometimes we make stupid choices and we do idiotic things. It’s a fact of life. We heave ourselves into the storm and cry “God, why have you forsaken me?” when we’ve simply forsaken ourselves.
However, sometimes we are thrown into the tornados. We get jostled and swirled around, and then we’re spit out and left to our own devices.
That tornado can either make or break us… and we get to decide whether we choose the light of the stars or the darkness of the storm.
We get to choose our own paths.
I have traveled that darkness before. I clutched my broken heart, and I snapped and snarled my way through the world with no regards to anyone else. Anger simmered off of me - if you stood too close you’d get burned.
Then, when someone finally risked the heat, my beaten down path turned to the road less travelled. I started walking that path of righteousness (well, trying to, anyway) and then I found true freedom.
What was done in the dark was brought to the light.
Freedom doesn’t look like chains of agony wrapped around your neck - freedom looks like those chains snapped in half right beside you.
Whatever path life has thrust upon you, you can choose the one you want to follow. Whether you choose to be swallowed up by the dark, or shine too brightly for the darkness to touch, the choice is yours.
Be stars, my friends. Let your lights shine.

-31Women (Ansley)
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it takes a certain type of maturity to refuse to entertain meaningless social gatherings or engage in conversation that isn’t beneficial to the soul. it takes a certain type of maturity to walk the path less traveled by others or do things that are deemed unpopular. it takes a certain type of maturity to create a way instead of following the trends set by others. you can either be like them or be more like yourself. you choose…
—  r.h. Sin