24 October 2014 @ 12:00 pm
ATTF: Community Trick-or-Treating  
trick or treat

Happy (almost) Halloween, bar! It's been quite a week in fandom, hasn't it? This post will be the spot for your community Halloween party for the next week or so!

Last year a bunch of people did fandom trick-or-treating on their personal journals (here's mine, for an example) and it was so much fun that I decided to steal the meme.

So, here's how I'm going to adapt it for the community:

  • If you want to give out treats, reply to this post with the comment "My door is open" or something clear to that effect!

  • Your fellow bar patrons will then reply to your comment with "trick-or-treat"

  • You will provide some sort of treat (or trick, I suppose)! Treats can be anything you want--a picspam, a short comment fic, a compliment, or anything else that strikes your fancy!

  • There is no deadline for providing treats. You are also welcome to put a limit on how many things you're willing/able to fill.

  • Anyone can participate!

  • Out of consideration for your fellow bar patrons, please refrain from including Age of Ultron trailer spoilers. I know we're all excited, but this is going to be a busy post, and I'd hate to see the experience ruined for anyone.

trick or treat 2

Things to remember:
1) Always label NSFW (Not Safe For Work) stuff in the title and post under a cut.
2) Fic and artwork needs to have a rating and warnings (or you can say that you’ve chosen not to use warnings).
3) For people with annoying internet connections, say in the title if a comment is graphic/images/gif-heavy and post picspams under a cut.
4) Have a damn good time! (Because if that’s not happening then this post has clearly failed.)
 
 
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[identity profile] findthesea.livejournal.com on October 27th, 2014 01:51 am (UTC)
halves to a whole, rated g
You don't know her name, only that she is a terror wrapped in a horror wrapped in red, only that she has torched cities with her eyes and spilled blood with her teeth.

You don't know her name, only that she is quick with her knives and even quicker with her speed, only that she is a blur in motion that not even your best trick arrow can subdue, not even when you think you have her beat at every advantage.

You don't know her name, only that she is small and brittle and small and breaking beneath you, only that she is malnourished and feverish and shaking in your arms like an infant who doesn't know how to live in a brand new world.

You don't know her name, only that she is supposed to be a killer, only that she has names like "mother death" and "black widow" that reach far beyond the borders of Russia and Eastern Europe and even to the walls of your own workspace.

You don't know her name, only that she looks better when she smiles, only that she looks better with short hair than long hair, with red hair than black hair, with clothes on her back and shoes on her feet.

You don't know her name, except you do, because it is what you whisper when her lips touch your skin, returning you to your whole self for the first time since you remembered how to breathe.
desertport[personal profile] desertport on November 1st, 2014 01:07 am (UTC)
Re: halves to a whole, rated g
Such beautiful poetry. I love the rhythm of it, and how Natasha has so many sides and can still have no name, and how Clint is just so consistently enthralled with her, no matter what.