As much as Steve hated to admit it, nothing good would come of leaving his house. He spent the morning drifting from bedroom to living room; Steve had never, in his life, felt like this. He never drank as a young man, too put off by the stories of his father and the sights his friends displayed. He felt silly, and sick, and amused ( Read more... )

That...was the most horrifying dream I've had since the war.

He had no idea what to do with a tiger. Steve had gone to a zoo. He'd talked to zoo keepers. He'd even gotten online to research tigers. Still, he had no idea what to do, because there seemed to be a crucial difference between tigers, and women who were turned into tigers ( Read more... )

I had...a strange dream last night. I thought it was a war memory, but it was strange. There were panzers, too many to count, all lined up on a field, across from us. I stood with the Invaders, some of the Allies. Nick was there. Namor. Bucky...Hah, Bucky had somehow stolen one of the panzers, painted 'die Nazis' on it. I...I do remember that, that ( Read more... )

Livejournal. I don't think I've ever heard of this before. It's really strange, but intriguing at the same time. Instead of walking down to the park to meet people, you can do it right here at home. I suppose that's easier, isn't it? Still, seems kind of weird to me. But I guess I'll give it a go.