Thinking about the world if only we had turned right is a really bad idea. Even if you start with scuba diving and continue from there. We're living out an deluge of wrong things here and it shouldn't have gone like that. Given that I struggle with the left/right thing there should be some black humour in this situation. And, being human, there isn't. Just a whole list of things falling apart. And that bloody photograph on the mantlepiece with us all happy and colourful and vaugely tortoise like (that's dosk, he had a lot of neck those days) eats at me sometimes. I can't think of any blessings to count right now. All this courtesy of the brane.
Ignoring the little voice between the eyes... (I'm re-reading Thief of Time, LeJean <3)
On a brighter note! Lovely lovely Iron Man movie fic about playing chess and vulnerability.
lonelywalker Scoundrel Days Set lovingly in marvel context with some great little asides about how, amongst other things, Spiderman never makes it to the meetings and somebody Canadian and very fast mouthing off at Tony every time he calls. Oh! It's also beautiful and funny and human.