Marvel RP discussion

Here we can all chat with each other. :)

Heeeeey

Hello, everybody. I'm bored.

Hey. Ugh I wish captain america was rping. Only him, emily's charrie, and my two can save my other charrie from hydra. My other charrie is so adorable. She's six.

Do not underestimate the other characters. As long as Nick Fury is being roleplayed an attack on Hydra can be arranged.

Awww but now Lily can't call Steve daddy. :-(
Oh well...

We haven't really used this topic, have we?

I know

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Hey! :)

(cont.)
I've been caught up in so many other fandoms -_-

Which fandoms, may I ask?

*arches eyebrow*

Doctor Who, Sherlock, Merlin, Harry Potter, Avatar, Legend of Korra, Hunger Games, The Mortal Instruments, Marvel (just recently) and a bunch of other ones that J like but am not obsessed with.

Same with me except for Mortal Instrument (I've never read it).

Hm, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Axis Powers Hetalia, Vikings to be added. ^-^

D o c t o r W h o......... Apperantly y'all 're seahorses (don't worry, I'm one, too).

Ha ha welcome to the extremely large club

It has become mainstream.

yeah the holsters are angry...I find it ironic that being a "hipster" has become mainstream.

No...sorry to disappoint..I do like Robert and Chris though.

*when I said holsters earlier I mean hipsters -_- I hats autocorrect.

HATE not hats!

No...I mean I love that he's a conflicted and developed character. He's also a great bad guy. but I don't find him attractive. I like his character.

It's okay. My cousin called me a hipster before I knew what that was.

"What's a hipster?" And she just shut her mouth, smiled and ignored the question.

I'm not one. Hipster is glasses and hippy clothing, not book ready and academic, right?

It depends. I always just thoight it meant liking something before it was cool...so it can be anythinf really.

Thoughtful answer.
We joked about it being latte ordering organics lovers but it could be anything. We joked that because one of us is vegetarian and the other wears baggy clothing and enormous black rimmed glasses.

The term, the very word 'Hipster' is as misunderstood as it claims to be, I guess. It's sort of sickening when someone so out of it uses the word as a sense of style without the influence and background involved. It's like calling someone Chinese because their brand is 'made in China'.

Exactly! It's almost a paradox in a way...the word hipster loses its meaning because it has became so mainstream. When you call yourself a hipster you are defacing the word and the whole point behind it.

Yet if you are one you shouldn't be defacing the word. It has become 'un-mainstream' for a hipster to accept themselves to be a hipster yet... Okay, that's enough. My mind is boggled.

Bonne nuit!

Haha okay :) Logic should not be applied to some things.

Yes, fore this has defied it.

Gnignht I'm going to bed :) my brain has been fried

All of it denied.
Time was defied.

That's the sign of too many hours embracing a screen.

That needs to be made into a poem...like right now

rosey are red
volites are blue
go to sleep or ill kill you

But the roses have wilted,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowls empty, and so is your head.

They said she was a hipster
But all of it denied
The word lost its meaning
and all of time defied
break free of the the screen
so you can close your eyes and sleep

I like yours ;)

I'm almost literally on the floor right now.

Sleep, a slathering slither of sloth-like content.

Yes, I need to have a dance featuring DJ pillow and MIX blanket, but I think nightmares would come

Sepia.
Simper into souring soundlessness.
Seek such souless psyche.

You should sleep. Nightmares can be a blessing.

yes! it's 11:35 here and my eyelids are cursing at me.
I glare at words flying free
I just can't simply let them be
My eyelids threaten to fall
but my brain sends them a wake-up call
my screen's a blinding sunshine beam
so I just close my eyes and dream

I agree -I've gotton ideas for books when my dreams have had electrical outlets meet my neck-, but I'm hyped up on caffine. It's a sad story, really

But it's also wonderful because I just got a horribly-awesome idea for a photoshoot including a wooden chair, gasoline and a lighter. *grins evilly*

Nightmares are just dreams...in a sense of speaking.
Think good thoughts
for they shall show
on your face
against your foe
think bad thoughts
and they will creep
in your dreams
but drowning deep
think at all
and you might find
that nightmares are just
a state of mind

Ne tombe pas d'la colline.

((Roger that, over and out.
Impressive.

My favourite poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ng6Ie... (view spoiler)[Port, walls
And town
Death’s Halls
And deeps,
Grey seas
Where breeze
Now flees:
All sleeps.
From the verge
Of the flow
Sighs emerge—
Night-airs blow—
And they toll
Like a soul
On patrol
With a glow.
The loudest sounds
Are like a sleigh—
An elf who bounds
And skins away.
He leaps and flows,
In rhythmic throes
Springs on his toes
Across the spray.
Echoes and entwines
Like the bells we hear
At accursed shrines.
Like a noisy crowd
Thundering and proud,
Sometimes it grows loud,
Sometimes it declines.
O God! the ghostly sound
Of Djinns!—and how they blare!
Quick! let’s escape around
The sunken spiral stair!
Oh, I have lost my light!
The shadow of the flight
Covers the wall—goes right
Up to the open air.
Swarm of Djinns are going past,
And they swirl and whirl and whine
Yew-trees, shattered by the blast,
Crackle like a blazing pine.
In a huddle, quick and wide,
Through the empty space they glide,
Like a pale cloud at whose side
Sudden bolts of lightning shine.
They are so close!—Let’s keep the place
Shut tight, and we’ll defy them all.
The noise out there! A dreadful race,
Vampires and dragons—how they bawl
And the broken roof-beam heaves
Sags like a mass of sodden leaves,
While the old rusty door-frame reaves
Its hinges, quaking, from the wall!
Infernal cries! voices that weep and roar!
The horrible swarm, driven by the gale,
Heavens! is surely beating at my door
The walls, before their black batallions, quail!
The bent house shudders with a hideous sound
As if it’s been uprooted from the ground
And some great wind is tossing it around
Like a dry leaf, so much they swirl and flail
Prophet, if your hand saves me now
From all these unclean friends of the night,
I shall prostrate my naked brow
Before your holy censers’ sight!
Ordain it that this faithful door
Withstands the blast of sparks they pour
And that in vain their wing and claw
On the dark windows shriek and smite!
They are past!—Their mighty ranks
Flee; no longer do their feet
Buffet on the door’s old planks
With a multifarious beat.
Sounds of schackles fill the sky;
Great oaks in the woods nearby
Wilt and waver, as they fly
Past with such a fiery heat!
The beatings of their wings
Distantly faint and fail—
Such far-off feeble things,
You’d think that in the vale
You heard grasshoppers stir
And purr their spindly purr,
Or that old lead roofs were
Spattered with sprays of hail.
Still they come and go,
Those strange murmurings;
So, when Arabs blow
Horn-calls, music sings
Out across the stream’s
Furthermost extremes,
While babes in the dreams
Dream of golden things.
Djinns of the tomb
Sons of the dead,
In the deep gloom
Quicken their tread,
And cry and keen:
So, from serene
Waters, unseen
Whispers are shed.
This dim knell
Is a wave
Of calm swell
In a cave,
Or the plaint,
Very faint,
Of a saint
At a grave.
So dark
A place!
Yet hark:—
No trace,
None found;
The sound
Is drowned
In space.

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Thanks :)

Have to go to bed now. I'll be on a bit tomarrow. HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE!

YOU TOO!!! gnight I am in need of sleep.

*singsong voice* I'm baaaack. Here's one from a game:

Fire so red,
Night so black,
Dear sweet Charlotte,
Please come back.

Hipster/reject mutant: http://25.media.tumblr.com/5a28340b09...