Thorn Wilde

Thank you! I was definitely going for realism in this one, so I'm glad I pulled it off.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! And I got the term bicuddly off a straight friend of mine. a lot of this story came more or less directly from my life and the lives of people around me, which is unusual for me as I'm usually not this autobiographical.

The fact that I wanted to write something sad is proof of how well I'm doing, really. When I'm sad my stories all devolve into fluff. I'm glad you liked the story in spite of the sad!

Aww, this was so sweet and fluffy I could just die! <3

This was a really interesting story, and solid writing, but I couldn't quite help but feel like I was reading the summary for a novel. You have all the makings of a kick-ass thriller on your hands, you could easily make this a long, on-going tale. I would love to read the whole story some day.

So close to crying right now! Oh my god, that was intensely painful to read, but also beautiful in all its sadness. I can't really find the words, but I applaud this story!

Aww, that was adorable! Kind of want to know what happens next now...

I never much cared for Valentine’s Day. When I was thirteen, a girl I knew asked me out for Valentine’s. It was the first time anyone ever asked me out for anything. I was a scrawny, gangly kid, tall for my age (it didn’t last), with eyes too big for my face. I said yes, of course. I brought her flowers, and she bought me hot chocolate, and then we went ice skating. We were together for six months, that girl and me. An eternity when you’re thirteen. I was going to marry her. That was my

Mike has been depressed since his boyfriend dumped him six months ago. Now it's coming up on Valentine's Day and he has to figure out how to deal with the worst day of the year to be single.

Having met Sasha IRL more than once, I can confirm that particular answer.

Next chapter we'll explore Peter's feelings about the whole situation a little bit more.

As it turns out, the sadder I am the fluffier I write. You should dread the day I'm happy again.

It’s dark. It’s pitch-black, and there are sounds in the darkness. Rustling and shuffling, and a voice humming quietly. He wonders why it’s so dark, and why it’s so hard to move, and what that smell is. Then a sharp, stabbing pain in his shoulder makes its presence known, and he realises two things: that the smell is alcohol, and that it’s dark because his eyes are closed. With great effort, Peter opens his eyes. He’s met by a cracked ceiling with a few suspicious looking stains on it. Blinking

Well, to be fair, it was written for fans of the comics, so my first concern was never explaining the world to the uninitiated. I didn't even intend to post the story here until it got so popular over on Archive Of Our Own... I'll take it under advisement, though. I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

Let's hope so. And that Peter sees things your way...

Hehe, sorry not sorry. I have a pathological need to poke holes in beautiful things. Then again, where's the fun in life without a little conflict? As for your question, you'll just have to wait and see...

I've had a lot of problems with my meds making me uncreative as well, but in the end it was mostly a question of finding the right dose. Either way you have to be willing to give your body some time to adjust. Often it really is just a question of waiting for things to stabilise. Try to be patient with yourself. If you don't mind my saying, though, considering that you just detailed every way in which you could easily kill yourself, dropping the meds completely might not be a brilliant idea at the moment. Just an observation. I hope things work out for you! <3

Told you Peter was kinky. Orgasm delay is hardly a kink. I’m sure there’s more where that came from. It’s always the cute, innocent looking ones, you know? Wade rolls his eyes. One day his brain is going to stop arguing with itself, but today is not that day, it seems. When he looks down at Peter’s sleeping form he can almost block out the noise, though. Almost. At least we know our dick is bigger than his. What? No it isn’t! We’re almost exactly the same size! Almost exa

This story's just turned out so much more fluffy than I ever expected it to... Glad you approve, though, and glad you think it's sexy too.

I'm a fan of versatile sexual relationships. I kind of feel like the 'one guy always tops and one guy always bottoms' thing in fiction is just a perpetuation of the heteronorm adjusted for LGBT dynamics, so just like I like it when the bigger and more dominant party bottoms (Wade bottoms most of the time, after all) I also enjoy role reversal. Neither of these dudes represents the chick, you know? /rant Glad you're still enjoying the story! Thank you!! <3

‘. . . we have Trever Tate, the journalist who wrote the controversial piece in the Daily Bugle last week linking Spider-Man with the mutant mercenary Deadpool. Welcome, Trever!’ Wade’s gonna be so pissed when he hears he was referred to as a mutant, Peter thinks. He watches as a handsome man with strikingly blue eyes shakes hands with the host. He’s pretty sure he’s seen him at the Bugle’s offices at some point or another. ‘Glad to be here, Kate,’ the man says, flashing a bright smile. ‘Ther

This is a quick and easy dish suitable for vegans, vegetarians, and days when you just don't feel like eating meat. For two people you need: 2 ripe avocados 2 spring onions 1-2 cloves of garlic a handful of walnuts or pine nuts (or both) the juice of one lemon olive oil salt and pepper pasta of your choice 1. Toast the nuts. You can do this in a pan or in the oven. I recommend oven for walnuts and pan for pine nuts. In the oven: lay out the nuts on an oven tray, and put them in an oven pre-heated to about 200*C for ten minutes, or until your kitchen starts to smell of nutty goodness. In the pan: use medium-high heat and make sure to stir and shake the pan more or less constantly so the nuts don't burn. 2. Finely chop spring onion and garlic, and fry them together in a bit of olive oil at medium heat. 3. Slice open your avocados, remove the pits and spoon the contents into a bowl. Like my guacamole, if the avocado is ripe enough you can simply mash it with a fork, though you're free to use a food processor if you'd like it smoother. Add lemon juice, a bit of olive oil (a tbs or so) and salt and pepper to taste. Finally, mix in the garlic and spring onions. 4. Cook pasta for two people according to the instructions on the pack. I prefer spaghetti or linguine for this particular dish, but feel free to choose something else if you like. 5. Mix the pasta with the sauce in a large bowl. Chop the nuts (if using walnuts; pine nuts can be used whole) and sprinkle on top. If you'd like to make the dish less vegan, serve with grated parmesan or other hard cheese, and if you're deeply opposed to meatless meals, I'm sure some smoked bacon in place of (or addition to) the nuts would be very tasty. Enjoy!

We didn't really get any further in the discussion after that. I was last to present that day so we had to stop. He's said a lot of ignorant shit as far as gender is concerned in the past. A lot of 'women are like this' comments to which the women in group have gone, 'um, no we're not.' I remember him saying a while back that women don't like men who show emotion, that they want guys to be stoic, and every woman there was like, no, we like dudes who are in touch with their feelings and aren't scared to show them. He might not be aware that he's doing it, but he doesn't seem to listen when corrected, either. He's kind of narcissistic, has a tendency to use things other people talk about to pull the focus onto himself, that kind of thing, especially if it's a woman. A woman talks about body image issues, he starts talking about what he likes in a woman, as though her body image issues have anything at all to do with him and his desires. I agree that it shouldn't matter. The problem is that, in the grand scheme, it kind of does. A person will always be judged according to the gender they present, and as long as people like boys don't draw hearts guy are free to walk around spreading their ignorance, it's never gonna stop. It wouldn't be a problem if it was just a couple of people, just like racism wouldn't be a problem if it was just a couple of rednecks in a trailer park mouthing off, but that isn't the case. It's systemic and ingrained in society, and that makes it very hard to just shrug off. Sexism affects everyone negatively, men and women and most especially those who identify as both or neither, and is also the root of most homophobia. You say life is too short to worry about it, I say life is too short to just let that shit slide. I'll have maybe 90 years total to spend on this miserable little planet, and I intend to do as much as I can to change the world around me for the better while I'm here. Boys don't cry is an extremely harmful ideal that fucks up the emotional health of so many boys and men. The irony here is that part of the reason why boys don't draw hearts guy is in the therapy group in the first place is that very ideal and how it's stunted him emotionally. While he's now getting past that, it's astounding how he can't see that he's perpetuating the same harmful stereotypes that fucked him up in the first place. Thanks for all your comments, guys!

Today a dude in my group presented a painting with a bunch of hearts, meant to represent how sharing in art therapy group had helped him and put him in touch with his emotions and stuff, which, good for him. He prefaces this by saying, 'So, a bunch of hearts... Boys don't really draw hearts, I guess that's a little feminine...' This is the guy who's previously complained about his boss being a woman, said he doesn't think a female therapist can understand a male patient, and made a whole bunch of sexist and heterosexist generalisations during group. I wanted to ask him why he thinks hearts are feminine. I wanted to ask him why it matters if they are, and why that means boys 'don't' draw them. I didn't. My painting this week related to the absurdity of the gender binary and my struggles with understanding why being born with one set of genitalia and not the other should somehow say anything about who I am as a person. Why all these binaries? Boy - girl, masculine - feminine, skirt - trousers. Why can't we be/have both? And why should we be squeezed into these absurd and restrictive gender roles based on which sex we're assigned at birth? Another dude in group commented with his experiences working with trans and genderqueer people in LLH, a Norwegian LGBTQ organisation, how some people feel like they're born in the wrong body, how some feel like they don't belong to either gender, etc., and how that's okay. I like him, he's nice. But 'boys don't draw hearts'-guy was like, 'But you don't struggle with gender roles, do you?' I wanted to laugh in his face, but that might have been frowned upon. When we open the floor for questions and comments about our art, all questions are permitted. So I told him that of course I do. I don't understand why I should be restricted by some social construct. I don't understand why something as arbitrary as society's expectations should dictate what interests I should have, what colours I should like, how I should dress, what kind of jobs I'm better suited to. A genetic accident determines what kind of junk we're born with. Why should that matter any more than what colour eyes we have or whether our toes are hairy? Gender roles and expectations restrict us as individuals, and they restrict society as a whole.

I'm absolutely certain that he didn't.