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Whispers After Storms

@thunderwhispers / thunderwhispers.tumblr.com

Thor Odinson | Asgardian | On Midgard
♂ | 6'4" | 640 lbs | Blue Eyes | Blonde
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Permanent Hiatus Notice

I have lost Whisper.

As some may know from skype and has followed me to my new OC main, I wish to apologise to anyone who may still be waiting for their drafts, replies and asks to be answered because I said I would come back. It’s very hard to let this blog go, since I spent almost three years on Whisper, from a sideblog to a main and making my first solid community of friends on Tumblr on him. 

That is not to say I don’t want to come back (well maybe a little, since being in the thick of marvel drama fandom has been... more than a little effy) nor that I don’t miss our threads. I do. There are many threads I wish to reply to, but he’s not here anymore. I can’t write without him, I don’t know what he would do. Whisper has gone off gallivanting with his soulmate adarkenedshadeofblue, Fluffy thefluffyromantic, Fortis themightydefender and Snake asgardian-rockstar. He’s with you, somewhere, out there, just not with me. 

He probably got sick of me, considering I was going to put him through another hell of a final King arc filled over the brim with angst and more dead people. 

All in all, I am finalising this till if and when he comes back, though I sincerely doubt it. Thank you for keeping me on your follow list for so long despite my absence and I have turned off autoplay. My new character is also vastly different from Whisper, so just a headsup if you’re going to follow him since its not what you followed me here for.

#outofthunder#outoftime
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A Direct Address to Brokenxlocks

Let me apologise for tagging #coveyooc in this.

I have submitted a long personal message to the blog and have no wish for all or any of you to read it second hand, off that page. I am also aware that this direct communication is or may be against the wishes of the Keys. The message is based entirely on my own opinion and made clear that it is no way representative of the group, so please do not worry about that. It is also supportive of the group, however a little harsh/unbiased it may sound.

My reason for this is simple and personal. Recently I have been inclined to return to this account to resume my rping, but it coincided with the creation of that blog, which made that desire go voosh! As I am quite displeased by that, the following is my address:

#outofthunder#coveyooc
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edenwolfie

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”

“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”

“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”

“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”

“But I’m not.”

“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”

“We’re married!?”

“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”

“Vegetarian.”

“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”

“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”

“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”

“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”

“I want a divorce!”

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

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I AM DYING

#outofham#// lmao
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