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people with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes are so pretty.. fantastic combination…
god i never realised how little people with dark brown hair n eyes get complimented until i made this post and discussed it with one of my friends, you guys dont get appreciated as much as you should and im glad that this small post meant something to you, youre all lovely
i really want lance to come out to shiro after hearing he was engaged to adam and while i want it to be an emotional and touching moment i also want it to be like
lance: shiro…i…i like guys. like, like like them.
shiro: [knocks back another shot of nunvil] lmfao me too
To everyone going “oh no! Adam thinks Shiro’s probably dead”
Are you ACTUALLY trying to tell me that Sam Holt, after kissing his wife and explaining where their children are, did not PROMPTLY run to the Garrison to be like “oooohhhhh shit you nerds are not gonna believe this”, and NOT stop by Adam’s office?
You don’t think he crashed in there like:
“HeyHEYhey guess who’s alive bitch?! ME! But also your man! He’s leading a rebellion with your adopted son, got a sick ass robot arm and oh…Adam, oh boy…. *deep inhale* he be looking fiiiiiiiine~”
“Oh! Oh… actually…We broke up”
“Well you’re gonna un-fuck that when you see his bobbies”
But what if Draco was an animagus and his form was a snake … and Harry didn’t know. So here he is finding this snake one day and it’s injured and he takes it home.
And this snake has *so much* sass and it’s the most demanding snake he’s ever met (it will only eat raw filet mignon and escargot - he doesn’t tell it the snails are coming from his garden) … but it’s super affectionate too. It loves to curl up under his shirt because it likes the warmth of his chest and the sound of his heart.
And then one morning he wakes up and instead of the iridescent green snake wrapped around him, Draco Malfoy is sleeping across his chest, white blonde hair tickling his chin.
Harry yelps in surprise but Draco just snuggles closer, hissing, ‘Quiet. Sleeping. Warm. Mine.’
And Harry … finds he can’t argue with that.
#hairdye #blushing #cupcakes
prompts: @bumble-beckie author: @queenofthyme
It was Hermione’s idea. She had a way of making even the most ridiculous plans seem totally achievable. Until it was too late. And that was how Harry found himself in the kitchen with the Hogwarts house-elves baking cupcakes for Draco Malfoy.
“Bloody hell,” Ron said, poking his head into the kitchen. “How many cupcakes are you making?”
Harry’s eyes flickered between the batches of cupcakes baking in six different ovens while he mixed the next round of batter in a heavy glass bowl. “Three hundred and sixteen.”
“Three hundred and– Harry. That’s ridiculous. At least use magic.”
“That would defeat the purpose.”
Ron leaned over the counter and took a swipe of batter from a bowl sitting in the sink. “I thought the purpose was good sportsmanship.”
“The purpose is to outdo Malfoy.”
“I don’t think that’s what Hermione had in– ”
“I know what Hermione had in mind,” Harry interrupted, pouring his batter into the last cupcake tin he could find. He’d have to do some cleaning before he made another batch. “And it’s not going to work. Malfoy might not be a Death Eater anymore but he’s still a Slytherin. He’s still competition.”
“Whatever you say, mate.”
Ron snagged one of the cupcakes cooling on a rack by the door (ignoring Harry’s yell of protest) and snuck out. Harry scanned the kitchen – he had 143 cupcakes cooling and another 72 cooking. There was still plenty of work to do before the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch game in three hours.
The eighth years weren’t permitted to form part of the house Quidditch teams so they’d made their own. Headmistress McGonagall had permitted the new division under the condition that the games were played with impeccable sportsmanship. And so an unspoken challenge had arisen of which house could display the greatest sportsmanship. Before every game, the captain of each competing team presented the opposing captain with a gift or gesture to show their appreciation of the other’s house.
Harry had iced and decorated all 316 cupcakes with the Slytherin crest – one for each of the Slytherin team in addition to the crowd in attendance. On a whim, he’d made a custom cupcake for Malfoy to really show him up, but he was starting to regret that decision. He’d already levitated the cupcakes out to the crowds and now he hovered high above the pitch, holding tightly onto the remaining cupcake in one hand, waiting.
There was no way Malfoy could outdo him. Not unless he’d made 316 croquembouches. And Harry didn’t take Malfoy for a baker. Still, he was nervous that Malfoy wasn’t on the pitch yet. The rest of the Slytherin team (including one Ravenclaw beater since Slytherin house were short on numbers) were on their brooms flying around, waving at the crowd, with carefree smiles. Just what was Malfoy planning?
A chorus of gasps echoed across the stadium and Harry swivelled around, searching for the source, searching for Malfoy. Down on the grass, a man with bright red hair had walked out from the Slytherin change rooms in full uniform. He held a broom but he made no move to mount it.
Harry flew into a dive, approaching the ground. Had Malfoy sent someone in his place to play the match? How could that be called a gesture of good sportsmanship? If anything, it was a gesture of cowardice. Harry’s feet hit the ground and he quickly dismounted, walking across the grass to meet the man directly in the centre of the pitch.
Harry dropped the cupcake when he recognised him. “Malfoy?”
Malfoy smirked and ran a hair through his dyed hair. It was Gryffindor red. “I hope that wasn’t meant for me, Potter,” he said, eyeing the cupcake in the grass. “It would hardly be sporting to throw away your gesture.”
Harry glanced at the ruined cupcake briefly before his eyes returned to Malfoy’s hair. “You look like a Weasley.“
Malfoy stopped smirking. “I do not. Take that back.”
“It wasn’t an insult.”
“Oh, of course,” Malfoy said, his face softening and the smirk returning. “You’re quite partial to Weasleys, aren’t you? Ginny. Charlie. Or is it just redheads you like? How very Gryffindor of you.”
Harry blushed. “Charlie and I never– ”
“But you’ve thought about it. I’m quite a talented Legilimens, Potter. You have to be careful what you let sit at the surface of your mind.”
Harry quickly pushed back some of the more humiliating thoughts that had started to run through his head at the sight of Malfoy and tried to remember Snape’s Occlumency lessons. “So this is your grand gesture,” he said cooly (or as cooly as he could with his pink face betraying him) “A bit of hair dye.”
Malfoy frowned. “Yes, because your gesture was so impressive. Cupcakes? Really, Potter?”
“I baked them all without magic.”
“What in Merlin’s name did you do that for?”
“And,” Harry continued, seeing Malfoy wasn’t impressed yet, “I iced them all with the Slytherin crest.”
“Shame you ruined mine.”
“Yours didn’t have the crest,” Harry said automatically, and then immediately wished he hadn’t.
Malfoy’s eyes glinted. “A special one for me? Now I’m really sad you ruined it,” he said, pulling out his wand.
“I didn’t– it’s not spec– ” Harry tried to say, but it was too late. Malfoy had already levitated the cupcake into his hand.
Malfoy stared at it for a second, his eyes wide. “My, my, Potter. This is a big gesture.”
New heat flooded Harry’s face. He’d made it without thinking – if he’d given any real thought to it, he would never have planned to present Malfoy a cupcake decorated with a green snake coiled around a small red heart. “It’s not– ” he tried to explain– “it doesn’t mean any– ”
“Oh, but it does,” Malfoy disagreed. He smiled brightly as if an idea had just come to him. “Oh, wouldn’t that be sporting?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“We’re supposed to shake hands now before the match starts,” Malfoy said. He took a step closer to Harry.
“Okay…” Harry held out his hand but Malfoy pushed it away.
He leant in closer still and gently removed Harry’s classes. “Why don’t we give it a bit more spirit?” he whispered.
Harry sucked in a surprised breath as he finally realised Malfoy’s intention. “Yes,” he couldn’t help but agree, “that would be very sporting.”
And Malfoy kissed him.
The crowd blew up immediately, cheering as if the snitch had already been caught. Harry had a brief moment of disappointment when he realised Malfoy had almost certainly outdone him. But he couldn’t hold onto the feeling, not with Malfoy’s lips on his.
Malfoy pulled away too soon, a small smirk on his face. “Good luck then, Potter,” he said, carefully returning Harry’s glasses.
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to form the same words in return.
Malfoy mounted his broom and kicked off the ground, gaining height quickly.
“Wait,” Harry’s mouth yelled out without consulting his brain.
Malfoy paused in the air and turned his head to Harry, his face every bit as red as his hair. That’s what gave Harry the courage.
“Loser buys dinner in Hogsmeade,” he yelled.
Malfoy’s bright smile returned. “Game on.”
more like this l @queenofthyme
#drinking games #first kisses #supportive Ron
prompts: @jadepresley author: @queenofthyme
Harry was completely against the party. Not just because of the promise of humiliating drinking games, but the drinking itself too and the whole having to get out of bed thing. Especially the whole having to get out of bed thing. He’d managed to avoid the last six weeks of eighth year gatherings by hiding in his wonderfully warm sheets with the invisibility cloak on top. But now Ron had finally caught on and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“I know why you’re hiding, mate.”
“I’m not hiding.”
Ron pulled back the invisibility cloak. “Then what’s this for?” Harry tried to grab the cloak back but Ron held it out of reach. “You can’t keep avoiding him.”
“I’m not avoiding h– anyone. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then get dressed.”
Sneaking out of the dormitory at midnight felt silly. It was so late, they should’ve been sneaking back in. But that’s how the gatherings were always scheduled. In the dead of morning when even Filch wasn’t roaming about.
Hufflepuff’s eighth year common room was the most logical choice for the location, partially because the teachers would never suspect it, but mostly because it was closest to the kitchens. Ernie Macmillan had discovered early on in the year that the kitchen housed firewhisky for the teachers with only a simple anti-student spell protecting them. A lucky loophole meant the spell didn’t take into account students returning for an eighth year and so they all had access to a cache of unlimited firewhisky.
When Harry and Ron entered the common room, a loud cheer rang out around the group. Harry hoped it wasn’t too do with him. He spotted Malfoy immediately, perched on a stool by the fire, smiling along with everyone else but not making any noise, like a kid lip syncing in a choir. He wore black robes with long tight sleeves that appeared to dig into his wrists. Unlike most of the other students in the room, half of which were dressed in their pajamas, Malfoy looked completely in his element, as if he were nocturnal. Too late, Harry realised he’d been staring. He looked away.
“He looks good,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.
Harry felt his cheeks heat up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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Slytherin Harry.
I want Slytherin Harry being dormates with Draco. I want Slytherin Harry to argue with Draco playfully every single day. I want Slytherin Harry to still be friends with Ron and Hermione and stand up for muggle borns. I want Slytherin Harry to sass the fuck out of Snape wIth the help of Draco. i want Slytherin Harry to rise Slytherin out of its stereotypes because of how freaking nice he is to everybody. I want Slytherin Harry to encourage his fellow housemates to not be dicks, so that all of them can be seen in a different light. I want Slytherin Harry to comfort Draco whenever the poor boy needed it, because let’s be honest, they’re both broken. I want Slytherin Harry to look really intimidating at first then end up tripping on his own feet which pretty much tells everybody how much of a dork he is. I want Slytherin Harry’s amazing sass to unleash in the common room every night. I want Slytherin Harry becoming best friends with Draco in their first year, because once you get through all those mean comments, Harry saw a boy just like him. I want Slytherin Harry being looked at respectfully by his fellow housemates when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire because it fit so perfectly with Slytherin. Harry “cunningly” put his name in, he “ambitiously” thought of it, and he did it so “mischievously”. I want Slytherin Harry to convince at least his dormates that he didn’t put his name in, and I want them to roll their eyes and go “We believe you, Potter, but good luck. You were far too stupid to even figure out how to put your bloody name in there, anyway.” I want Slytherin Harry to laugh at all those “POTTER STINKS” badges because it’s such an inside joke to the Slytherins, and that Blaise started it as a joke in History of Magic. I want Slytherin Harry to hide behind the older Slytherins when people would taunt him for being “The Heir Of Slytherin” because they believe him and as we all know, “You’re far too stupid to even get to class without tripping, Potter, how the fuck would you be an heir to our almighty ancestor Salazar?”I want Slytherin Harry to come barreling into the common room right after his talk with Dumbledore and start sobbing. I want some of the Slytherins to start comfroting him and bringing him chocolate. I want Slytherin Harry to amazingly stop the prejudice. I want Slytherin Harry to jokingly blow a kiss to Malfoy when he wins the quidditch cup. LOOK I WANT MALFOY TO ROLL HIS EYES AND SARCASTICALLY WINK BACK WITH HIS SIGNATURE SMIRK ON HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO RISE A REBELLION AGAINST UMBRIDGE ONCE THEY SAW THE WRITINGS ON HARRY’S HAND. I WANT THEM TO BRING HELL. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO BE SUCH AN AWESOME HOUSE WITH HARRY BY THEIR SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO STRUT INTO THE COMMON ROOM WHEN ANNOUNCED QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO SNEAK INTO THE KITCHEN WITH DRACO FOR A MIDNIGHT SNACK. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO LEAD DRACO BACK INTO THE GOOD SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO HISS AT DRACO WHENEVER HE COMES IN WITH “Malfoy.” I WANT A TON OF SLYTHERINS TO STAY BEHIND FOR THE BATTLE AT HOGWARTS BECAUSE HARRY THOUGHT THEM WHAT GOOD MEANT AND THEY WERE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR IT EVEN WHEN THEY COULD BE FIGHTING RELATIVES. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO JUST FUCKING SAVAGE YOU KNOW.
Slytherin Harry.
harry potter , age 11, briefly registering that the mean wizard boy who reminds him of dudley has really pretty hair
harry potter, age 13, spending a little too much time thinking about his most hated enemy and rival, draco malfoy (never mind lord voldemort, the man who literally tried to murder him and killed his parents)
harry potter, age 16, being really really confused when his chest monster inexplicably starts to rumble when draco freaking malfoy starts flirting with some of the drumstrang boys visiting hogwarts
harry potter, age 18, amicably breaking up with ginny wealsy after finally admitting to himself that the only time he’s really turned on anymore is after waking up sweaty and hard from super realistic dreams about himself and other men (“men” meaning a certain blonde-haired boy that looks suspiciously like a schoolmate that harry isn’t mentally prepared to name)
harry potter , age 21, (only after being told by hermione that he checks the paper everyday for the mention of a certain someone and that he basically only dates thin, snarky, blonde men) finally admitting that he may have a bit of a crush on draco bloody malfoy
harry potter, age 24, (upon seeing malfoy in person for the first time since his revelation) losing all self control as he runs up to draco in the middle of diagonal alley, grabs him by the arm, and practically begs him to join him for a coffee
harry potter , age 25, feeling happy and complete and home for what is probably the first time ever as he lays comfortably intertwined with his ablouslety perfect boyfriend of one year
draco’s perspective here
draco malfoy, age 11, lying face down on his satin canopy bed, crying because potter won’t be his friend.
draco malfoy, age 14, absolutely despising potter and his group of “friends” while simeltaneously trying to get their attention in any and every possible way.
draco malfoy, age 16, realizing that half of him loathes potter and his stupid hair and his stupid laugh and his stupid smile while the other-and more demanding-half of him might….how you say? feel the literal exact opposite.
draco malfoy, age 18, desperately trying to suffocate the long-lasting crush he’s been harboring for potter as he watches the man he (might) love move on from hogwarts and the war and him.
draco malfoy, age 21, pressesd against the wall of a muggle club, lip-locked with a messy-haired stranger in an effort to forget about a certain someone who shall not be named (no, not that he-shall-not-be-named).
draco malfoy, age 24, trying (and failing) to act as non-chalaunt as possible when harry bleeding potter grabs his wrist in the middle of diagon alley, looks him in the eyes, tells him he’s been thinking about him a lot recently and asks him to join him for a cuppa.
draco malfoy, age 25, feeling entirely content for the first time in possibly ever as he wakes up in his apartment to the sound of potter’s loud-ass snores and the feeling of potter’s leg curled against his.
harrys perspective here
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so the cah pride pack has options for buying it “with glitter" and “without glitter” and knowing cards against humanity they just tip like 3 tablespoons of fucking glitter into the pack of cards and send it out
this is absolutely what they’ve done
I did it to myself so you don’t have to
send help
thank you for your sacrifice
The Time Draco Malfoy Fell in Love.
People talk about how Draco Lucius Malfoy realized he was in love with Harry Potter when he saw him dead in Hagrid’s arms.
I don’t think this is the case.
I think he fell in love with him the next day, when he was down trodden and heart broken but still, somehow, everyones hero.
No, not because he killed Voldemort, but because even though he’s spent months living in tents and hiding in forests, even though he’s spent years working to defeat he who must not be named and even though he never really got to be a kid, even though he deserves just one day, if nothing else, of rest and peace, he still shows up in the great hall, eyes sunken, heavy, tired, and he still puts a smile on his face and comforts people he doesn’t even know because he’s Harry Potter and he understands that his presence may be soothing to those who have lost in this hellish war.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with Harry Potter because he watches as he stays, the whole summer, at Hogwarts to help rebuild because “this is his home, the first place he ever knew love, compassion, friendship” even when most people leave after the disappearance of press. Even when the Weasley’s and Granger leave half way through July, Harry gets up every day, grinning at the teachers (never at Draco, he’s there too, part of his probation, but Harry never pays him any mind) and eating a quick breakfast before getting right to work, following instructions with accuracy and no complaints.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with Harry Potter because he shows up at every Death Eater trial, without fail. It’s the only time he isn’t working at the school, and when it comes to the Malfoy’s turn, he makes no move to defend Lucius, only watches with dark, hooded eyes and a blank expression, but he stands, and politely asks the Minister for Magic if “he could make a statement for Draco and Narcissa please?” Because one saved his life, lied to Voldemort’s face to save Harry, because of the love she had for her son (and here Harry reminds everyone of the parallel to Lily Potter) and for Draco, who was only a child, and who Harry witnessed the misery of during the year in which he supposedly joined the Death Eaters.
He doesn’t speak to them, doesn’t look at them, he only tells the Wizangamot that they do not deserve Azkaban, and hands over Draco’s wand at the end, simply placing it on the stand in front of him, and walking away.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with Harry Potter because he watches the way this once proud, boisterous boy walks silently through the castle, eyes shadowed, and often lingering on the places Draco knows he saw bodies of those he once loved.
The way Harry looks both exhausted and free all at the same time, because Draco never noticed the burden he seemed to carry since he was but 11 when Draco first saw him, quiet and too skinny, in Madam Malkins, but he is now finally rid of. Like the dark shadows under his eyes and his perpetually skinny arms that have disappeared and been replaced by this sullen and brooding man that somehow still manages to look more alive and happier then he has ever been.
He falls in love with the way Harry sits in class, watching the teachers intently as if this is the first time he’s ever heard them lecture, he falls in love because he realizes this IS actually the first time this boy can actually concentrate on learning, and not on staying alive. He has nothing else to do besides take in all the information he can, and Draco falls in love with the way he flourishes, finally, much to the surprise of many of his teachers.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with Harry Potter because he can finally see how much his friends mean to him. He has always seen the Golden trio as nothing more then leader and followers, but he sees how happy Harry is that his friends have found love in each other, both Ron and Hermione, and, surprisingly enough Ginny and Neville. He sees how he listens attentively when they talk, even though he must be bored to tears on the subject and he sees the way Harry is careful never to burden them, but is always happy to take on there own problems, always happy to help or listen or comfort.
Draco Malfoy falls in live with the quiet way this boy holds himself. Shoulders hunched but eyes straight ahead. With the way he slips into the grounds after breakfast, because he doesn’t have a class yet, a cup of tea and a book clutched to his chest.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with Harry Potter the night he finds him sitting by the great lake long past midnight, arms curled around around his legs and chin resting on his knees with tears streaming down his face as he watched lazy tentacles break the surface. Because as many times as Draco has seen Harry bleeding, swollen, happy, depressed, as much as he knows Harry is as human as anyone, he doesn’t really understand it, until this moment that he is as much affected by this war as anyone else. Draco Malfoy falls in love when he sits down next to him, and Harry doesn’t sneer, or ask him whats he’s doing here, or tell him to sod off. Instead, he offers him a small, weary smile, and goes back to watching the lake.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with all of Harry Potter after this. When he sits down next to Draco at breakfast the next morning, no questions asked, and strikes up a conversation before Draco can even ask what he’s doing there. With the way he’s such a conundrum, confident and shy and quiet and happy and sad all at once.
With the way he takes his tea all wrong, too much milk and not nearly enough sugar, and with the way he places a protective arm around his plate and doesn’t even seems to realize he’s doing it. (This has Draco wondering. Do the Gryffindors steal food off each others plates? But of course, theres still plenty on the table, he thinks maybe he picked it up from the Weasley children.)
The way he grins at Draco as if they’ve been friends their whole lives, and it leaves Draco breathless and stunned and wondering when the hell this happened.
Draco Malfoy falls in love with the easy way Harry talks to him. About everything and nothing all at the same time. They he looks when they study together in the library, especially early in the morning, dust most and bright rays of sunshine filtering in through stained glass windows and high arches, glittering across smooth tanned skin, and the way those eyes flick up to Draco’s, as is he can feels himself being watched, and the green of them just glows in the light. And he doesn’t even have to move his lips for Draco to know that he’s smiling and happy to there.
Draco falls in love with Harry Potter the first time he makes him laugh, and during the lazy late nights by the fire when neither of them can sleep.
The way Harry pulls Draco to his chest on cold nights and doesn’t seem fazed at all by the proximity.
Draco falls in love with Harry the first time they kiss, because this is the first time Harry been hesitant and less than completely confident with Draco, and Draco knows its not because he doesn’t know if he wants it, but because he wants it so much, and he isn’t sure if Draco does, and because he would rather stay friends if that’s all he can have and he doesn’t want to mess up this relationship they’ve somehow created.
Draco falls in love with the way Harry looks early in the morning, mussed and groggy, and with the way that Harry sings in the shower, off key and loud even though he must know Draco can hear him.
And he falls in love with Harry the first time he tells him about the Dursley’s. And finally Draco understands why he gets so twitchy when Draco tries to take food off his plate or asks for bites of treats or snacks. Why Harry insists they sleep in his bed, the closest too the window, with the curtains drawn so Harry can see the sky.
He falls in love with him when he admits he’s never actually told anyone these things before. “Ron and Hermione know some of it I guess, but they’ve never asked questions because they knew I wouldn’t tell them anyway. They know because I always came back from summer with my ribs showing and sometimes I would ask them to send me food, and because one time, Ron and the twins had to break the bars on my window to get me out.”
Draco falls in love with Harry because he’s always watched him, ever since that rebuttal on the train, but he never really took the time to look at Harry, and now that he has, he realizes he got everything wrong. Now that he has he realizes how beautiful this boy is, in his actions and in his morals and motivations and his very soul.
Draco falls in love with Harry Potter because Harry is just Harry, and at some point he thinks that maybe he’ll always love this man.
OK, but please consider Trans Spiderman
- That scene in “Civil War” where Peter insists on being called “Spiderman”; not “Spiderling”, or “The Human Spider” (like Tony teased), but “SpiderMAN”
- Tony knows immediately, but doesn’t let Peter know that he knows. Just every once in a while, when Peter finds that he’s low on cash for new binders or hormone treatments, he’ll look in his account and find that a good sum of money has been transferred to him from the Stark account
- Also Tony is more than willing to provide the money needed when or if Peter decides to get top surgery
- Happy is clueless at first. He knows that the new kid is hiding something, but he doesn’t know what exactly. Once Happy confronts Peter about it and Peter tells him Happy is immediately supportive and he instantly sends out a mass email to everyone in Stark industries saying that anyone disrespecting Peter’s gender (or really anyone’s for that matter) will be immediately fired, and he insists on escorting Peter to any Pride marches that he decides to take part in, and he basically vows to go toe-to-toe with anyone who is transphobic towards his spider godson
- Aunt May of course knows (she was one of the first people Peter came out to), and she is more than happy to help her nephew with anything he needs to feel more at home with his gender. Needless to say the night he came home asking her for help with getting ready for homecoming her mind was instantly running a mile a minute with “Oh my god this is it this is the day my little boy is becoming a man oh my god he’s come so far I need to do whatever I can to make sure this night goes perfect I’ll tell him how to slow dance and I’ll get him a corsage for his date and oh shit he’s gonna want to wear a tie with his suit fuck I don’t know how to do a windsor knot Youtube help me”
- Bruh, that scene where Peter is interrogating that one guy and the dude is like “What’s wrong with your voice? I know what a girl sounds like”, and Peter immediately gets upset, yelling “I’M NOT A GIRL I’M A BOY!”
Please feel free to add on with anymore supporting evidence or headcanons
thor, dragging loki out of the ark by the hood of their coat: come on loki, lighten up! meeting the avengers won’t be so bad! you might even make some friends!
loki: lies. i don’t make friends, especially not with superheroes.
thor: what am i then?
loki: an inconvenience.
thor: you’re so mean. fine, be that way.
loki, standing in the corner while everyone else is catching up: *sulking*
peter parker, approaching cautiously: hi
loki, sighing, but smiling a little too: hello small child.
peter: i’m peter. and you’re loki, right?
loki: yes
peter: what are your pronouns?
loki: … what?
peter: i, uh, read some books on norse mythology, because i think thor is kinda cute, oh, no i just said that, oh no, i don’t mean it in a i want to date him way, he’s way too old for me, i just think he’s- uh, not relevant. anyways some of the books said that you weren’t always a guy, and i mean, that’s cool, awesome, i’m trans, it’s actually kind of cool to meet someone else who isn’t cis, oh, oh boy i’m rambling again anyways i just wanted to um. ask for your pronouns
loki: *tearing up* you… wanted to…
peter: SHIT! oh, fuck, i didn’t mean to swear. oh no. oh no. oh no i’m so sorry it probably wasn’t okay to ask you that it’s super personal and obviously you are very different from the mythology books i found i just thought that-
loki: i’m adopting you.
