hello. just thought that i would drop a post here saying that this blog has been left to die. if anyone is interested, i do have another blog. so from now on, i can be found at eitrit.tumblr.com.
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hello. just thought that i would drop a post here saying that this blog has been left to die. if anyone is interested, i do have another blog. so from now on, i can be found at eitrit.tumblr.com.
so i think i'm just done.
completely done.
anyone who matters has me on skype.
i'm tired of feeling like i have to scrabble for attention. i'm tired of reblogging memes, of doing my best to send them to people, and then sitting and watching everyone else have a good old time interacting while i get nothing. i'm tired of posting posts that no one responds to. i'm tired of feeling not good enough and ignored and unwanted and unneeded.
i'm tired of being called rude when i express being tired of it, when i express disappointment.
i'm ALLOWED to express disappointment. i'm ALLOWED to feel sad because there are so few people who seem to care about me and my muse. i'm ALLOWED to be hurt and upset. everyone else does!
but apparently i'm not, and i'm tired of being ignored at best and called rude at worst.
fuck me for not being good enough for the tumblr roleplaying community, i guess.
like i said, anyone who matters has me on skype.
bye.
thorofjotunheim replied to your post: to the anon who just sent me a message. i don’t...
Of course you’re not out of line, and I do have our two threads in my drafts. I’m just not doing drafts right now.
it's okay. i think i'm pretty much just done, eh.
to the anon who just sent me a message.
i don't think i'm out of line for wishing for some creativity, for wishing for some interaction. i do my absolute best to give it to others.
but you know what?
alright.
fair enough, you've made your point.
Scream
If you are fortunate, someone will hear you.
I would have you arrested!
Good luck with that one.
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i dream of the day when people send me memes and drabbles and questions and magic anons
today is not that day, i'm guessing
What would you do if you witnessed my character kill someone?
submitted by anonymous.
And now I feel as though I've been trampled by beasts.
In a moment of pathetic weakness, I wish that I had someone to...
...well...
...to curl up with. Much like a child.
--Meh, sentimentality and wishful thinking.
and here i am, back on this blog and unable to sleep
PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING I was a child in the midst of war, the war between Asgard and...
Hmm. // open rp
"They always are. I’m quite lucky, you see."
"Ah, I see. How fortunate, that Lady Luck smiles upon you. Must be nice."
"It is nice. Helped me my whole life. What about you? Does Lady Luck smile for you?"
"Of course not. Why ever would she? That's hilarious, sir."
-stares at dashboard-
-stares at own blog-
i just want to delete.
Mistletoe :]
Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.
It was just a cute little prank, really. Loki laid in wait, hidden within shadows, watching silently for someone to wander beneath the mistletoe and, more importantly, to pause beneath it.
There was a moment of amusement as he reflected on the fact that mistletoe was supposed to be Baldr's end. How in the world had that little plant ended up being a thing for amorous couples to smooch beneath?
At last, someone stepped beneath it, someone stopped beneath it. It was the Lady Hawkeye, he thought, though he was not entirely sure (there were so many humans to keep track of...). Regardless, it was his chance, and before she could quite realize what was up, he had appeared.
Without a word, he gathered her into his arms, pressed a nice little kiss to her lips.
Then vanished.
okay no more reblogging memes for me
because like the goggles, they do nothing
Loki, where are you from?
That is a very good question, because what does that mean?
Does it mean where was I born?
Does it mean where did I grow up?
Does it mean where do I currently call home?
There are so many possible ways to answer that question...