Hi, I'm Amber and this is my blog! It has mostly DC and other comic stuff, there'll also be like I don't know whatever happens to come up? There will be like pictures of hamsters in sweaters sometimes, don't bat an eye at it.
I'm a pretty awful blogger it's mostly periods of silence punctuated by complaining and yelling about fictional characters and shipping. Just for the record, I tend to babble longwindedly about Roy/Dick when I reblog pictures of them bc um hello OTP so be aware of that? ALSO I will occasionally make a screeching text post or two about a character nobody knows named Khaster bc KHASTER LECKERY okay that is all that needs to be said about that.
I will tag for whatever you need, so send me a message and I will be sure to tag that thing from then on.
If you want to block my text posts, they are all tagged with "pointless drivel."
I really love to write, but often find myself with a bad case of writer's block. But I've discovered that what helps is when I'm given a prompt that I can write a short little something for! So, if you have a character/ pairing AND circumstance/setting that you'd like to read (and if you don't mind a bit of waiting), I'd be flattered if you send me a request in my ask. It won't be perfect or maybe not even all that good, but I'll see what I can do with it!
This tumblr will on occasion have material that is not safe for work.
Thanks for stopping by. Ta!
This has nothing to do with anything, but there’s a “ask these questions” meme going around, and one of them is “when you were a kid, what did you dress as for Halloween?”
Um I’m not doing the meme, but I really wanted to talk about this because I suddenly got this surge of memories haha.
My first costume ever was when I was like three or something, and I was Wolverine. Thinking back on this now, I realise how awesome my mama was for listening to her toddler daughter demand to be “X-MAN!”, shrugging, and saying “why not?”. Apparently some people, especially at the church Halloween function we attended, were like, “wait, why is your little girl dressed in a boy costume?” and my mama was basically just like, “no, get out, she wanted to be Wolverine and your arguments are invalid.” So I got to be “X-Man” and I love my mama for raising me to see that as completely normal - I never even thought to wonder about its normality until I was like in my rebellious preteens and I was like, “geez mom, why did you let me out looking like that, I hate you.” Oh, past me.
I was also the Pink Power Ranger like the year right after that, which again was completely my choice. I forget what the others were, but I distinctly remember a Nala costume because that was the year the boy I had a baby crush on in my kindergarten class came dressed as Simba, and I interpreted it as, “we were meant to be!!”.
So much nostalgia right now, ahhhh.