Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies
shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON
JBB: An Artblog!
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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titsay
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@nonsensicalobsessions
In which Nonsensical Makes Good Her Promise
For those of you who purchased my novel Do you Hear What I Hear? as an ebook on Amazon, it is now available for you in as promised: in its corrected, republished version, with formatting errors, typos, etc., all removed. Here is how you can make sure you have the book I wanted you to have all along:
Yes, I have been very, very naughty. I haven’t come to classes, I haven’t turned in my work. There are no excuses, but I will do anything if you won’t forget about me…
Life has been…rather bad on the average. I won’t bore you with the particulars, but please believe me when I say I’ve been through it. My marriage is intact, my children are all alive and speaking to me (although while sometimes it is only when they need something, I will take what I can get). We aren’t facing eviction. My husband’s job is secure. And these are really big things that many cannot say they have.
But scratch past these (very important) aspects, and you will find a lot of ugly things I am struggling with, so all I ask is that you don’t forget about me. Do not toss me from your affections. Remember me.
Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
Thank you to @lowkeyed1 and @aurorawest for the tag.
Let's see...
Loki played translator, which was…tedious.
That's 6 words, so I shall tag...........
@nostalgia-tblr @adrift-in-thyme @nildespirandum @clawedandcute @cenobitic-anchorite and @villainousshakespeare
And there are plenty of people I almost tagged, but I wasn't sure if they are currently writing.
Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
Thank you @mareebird !
This is from Love is Hel :
"Turn him into a pile of tumescent ash, Loki rather suspected. "
Eleven! Ok, um...
@caffiend-queen @gigglingtiggerv2 @myoxisbroken @dianamolloy @wrathkitty @dangertoozmanykids101 @tilltheendwilliwrite @talklokitome @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @arch-venus25 and anyone else who wants to play.
Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you worried my tits will get in the way of the steering wheel?"
No idea what this is from, it's a random scene from something that has yet to resolve.
17 words, 17 people:
@lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbs @fictive-sl0th @caffiend-queen @cake-writes @liminalpebble @arch-venus25 @holdmytesseract @simplyholl @lokischambermaid @thomase1 @maple-seed @unlucky-number-13 @acidcasualties @dangertoozmanykids101 @latent-thoughts @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
YAY for @mareebird for starting this thread on a day that I actually wrote something!
I've got two sentences here for ya. One for @nildespirandum and one for @gigglingtiggerv2
"It continues to grow and grow and grow - this can't be right! Even in the water, it would collapse under its own weight!"
My working title for this story is "The Birth of Jörmungandr — Or Why Didn't Loki Get A Baby Shower?" Because the other day I decided that the world needs some sea monster stories to start flooding our collective consciousness. Right? We need some consequences in our story consumption. Like Godzilla & Friends rose from the atomic age and nuclear race; Aliens & UFOs rained down on our planet as we decided to explore space; Killer Robots surpassed and exterminated us as the direct result of just one robotics company's burgeoning discoveries and careless creations —> so shall the Sea Monsters rise from the deep, or delve down deeper, as our climate changes and the oceans heat up.
[My historical and casual claims concerning society and its reaction to crisis as reflected in fictional trends have no basis to be believable or plausible. Just words off the top of my head. No fact or study was harmed or referenced in the writing of this.]
Tags under the break. Participation is open to all - never exclusionary - I want to know what ALL of you are working on!! But no pressure, of course. Sorry if you've already been tagged. I'm just excited to dangle the possibilities my brain has been coming up with.
“The party was in full swing...
Camille thought she could eat her body weight in the candied walnut hors d’oerves...the rum punch was absolutely addictive, and she had to pace herself...”
I don’t math this high AND everyone I know who writes has already been tagged…but I wanted to play anyway.
*stifles a sob* oh my god. This spoke to me in a way nothing else has.
@appears I fucking love your writing. ♥️
Utterly accurate.
reblogging again because when the neilman says it too it feels extra supportive
@linkedsoul your writings ROCK so KEEP WRITING you absolute noodle
asdj THANK YOU I'LL DO MY BEST 💖💖
@lokilickedme
The sad realization that I have no one to share my writing with…outside of this beloved hellsite, that is.
You are a witch, they should be afraid of you
This strokes me on so many different levels…This is one of them.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy…or an apartment complex not very far from where I am right now, I was a graduate student. And most of my classes were at night. I didn’t plan it that way, they just were.
I would get home between 11:00 pm and midnight, my brain absolutely ON FIRE because of all the information that I had just crammed into it (I LOVED MY GRADUATE CLASSES, I CANNOT THINK OF ONE I DIDN’T, EVEN THE ONES THAT SCARED CHALLENGED THE CRAP OUT OF ME) and I was also STARVING because I had been in a classroom for hours and hours and thinking is hungry work. Hubs was deployed, and it was just me, and Grendel, my beloved “Keeshond”. More on that breed designation to follow.
Now Grendel was not just a dog. He was a Noble Beast. He had dignity, gravitas, and so much character that when you looked into his eyes you could feel the presence of his soul…
When I came home, he and I would both enjoy a midnight supper, and I would hit the books…(Often, this would continue until past dawn.) Therefore, he would gravely importune me with his requirement for a promenade sometime in the wee small hours of the morning.
Did I feel nervous about going out alone, a tiny solo female in the darkness of night walking my dog? Me? Not at all! I would simply walk with my eyes and ears alert, knowing NOTHING that flew, slithered, crawled, or walked on two or four legs, (seen or unseen*) could EVER sneak up on Grendel, Noble Beast Extraordinaire…the few times we heard anything remotely suspicious, I would begin chatting casually, “Grendel, hurry up, if you would be so kind. Just because you are a wolf-cross, don’t think about being disobedient. I don’t care how big those teeth are…”
In the darkness, he DID look very like a wolf-cross, and at the time, wolf-cross dogs were all in the news…he was registered as a Keeshond but truly looked like a Wolf Spitz. Fifty pounds of love that left his paw prints on my heart, forever. I leave these photos of Tørben, our rescue dog. We got him when he was five years old, and in many ways he is built like Grendel, with coat coloring, size, muzzle, and heavy build. I do not have any of Grendel’s photos digitized…
No one ever came up to us, even on the rowdiest of weekends…Sadly, the neighborhood was becoming more and more disorderly. It wasn’t the same quiet neighborhood I had moved into before hubs had shipped out…
Still, I would walk about, talking to Grendel, making my “strange noises.” Grendel would just look at me and give a canine equivalent of a silent eye roll…until the night some hoodlums on drugs decided it would be a good idea to break into our first floor apartment. (Yes, hubs was still on deployment.) When the police found them, the trio needed a clean pair of shorts. “GOD DAMN…SHE GOT A WOLF IN HER CRIB” they were hollering.
The fact they still had the crowbar and sawed-off shotguns did not lend much credence to their ravings. The stink, though… They had already tried multiple apartments before mine, (which is why the police caught them so quickly after Grendel chased them off, still carrying all their tools and weapons) but had the most success in their attempt on my humble abode before Grendel showed up—snarling, foaming at the mouth with his baying and howling, teeth gleaming as he snapped at the glass as though he was going to chew through it, spittle flying with the force of his fierce barking. To make matters more interesting, he was backlit, making him appear even larger that he really was! At the time, I thought he had lost his mind as he ran from window to window and finally a door. He was truly chasing them from pillar to post, not allowing them to concentrate on any one point of entry. I didn’t notice his bolting off at first because I had my headphones on (mine “went to eleven”) as I rocked out while writing about Shakespeare’s roles of women in his later plays. When I heard the commotion, I wasn’t frightened as much thinking he was throwing a fit about that “damned raccoon!” again, and was concerned I was going to get in trouble about the ruckus he was creating. It wasn’t until the police showed me how badly the window frames were pried apart, and the buckled door jamb, that I realized how truly perilous my situation had been. The way the volume of my headphones had been on, I never would have heard any intruders until it was far too late. Grendel saved me from possible fates I do not even want to consider.
Good boy, Grendel. Good boy. With him snoozing at my feet, every essay, paper, exam, and scrap of homework I ever turned in came back with stellar grades, and I gained insights on the material I read that remain with me still. I knew I could always walk making the strangest noises I wished, at any time, in any place, because he was with me. He was truly my familiar.
Still Tørben…but looking so much like Grendel with the happy expression. He doesn’t have that spark that made Grendel…more, but I love him for being him.
*Oh, THAT story? My husband and myself are firmly convinced to this day Grendel could see things on another plane, and would instantly go into “guard” mode at my feet…Old New Orleans houses certainly have the potential for entertaining unseen guests, but they aren’t the only places in the world where Grendel threw himself into “guard” position before me without obvious cause..But that’s a story for another time.
Again, the last photo is not Grendel (or Tørben)…although the grumpy expression is him all over. “I am trying to protect you, you’re the higher life form, can’t you figure this out?! I don’t ask for much, a little thanks would go a long way…! And a cookie. A cookie would be lovely. Oh, and a chew toy. And some skritches behind the ear. It’s not like I ask for much…! You took my BALLS, woman…! But do I hold a grudge? I do NOT.”
This is the CORRECTED VERSION plz and Thank you.
You are a witch, they should be afraid of you
This strokes me on so many different levels…This is one of them.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy…or an apartment complex not very far from where I am right now, I was a graduate student. And most of my classes were at night. I didn’t plan it that way, they just were.
I would get home between 11:00 pm and midnight, my brain absolutely ON FIRE because of all the information that I had just crammed into it (I LOVED MY GRADUATE CLASSES, I CANNOT THINK OF ONE I DIDN’T, EVEN THE ONES THAT SCARED CHALLENGED THE CRAG OUT OF ME) and I was also STARVING because I had been in a classroom for hours and hours and thinking is hungry work. Hubs was deployed, and it was just me, and Grendel, my beloved “Keeshond”. More on that breed designation to follow.
Now Grendel was not just a dog. He was a Noble Beast. He had dignity, gravitas, and so much character that when you looked into his eyes you could feel the presence of his soul…
When I came home, he and I would both enjoy a midnight supper, and I would hit the books…(Often, this would continue until past dawn.) Therefore, he would gravely importune me with his requirement for a promenade sometime in the wee small hours of the morning.
Did I feel nervous about going out alone, a tiny solo female in the darkness of night walking my dog? Me? Not at all! I would simply walk with my eyes and ears alert, knowing NOTHING that flew, slithered, crawled, or walked on two or four legs, (seen or unseen*) could EVER sneak up on Grendel, Noble Beast Extraordinaire…the few times we heard anything remotely suspicious, I would begin chatting casually, “Grendel, hurry up, if you would be so kind. Just because you are a wolf-cross, don’t think about being disobedient. I don’t care how big those teeth are…”
In the darkness, he DID look very like a wolf-cross, and at the time, wolf-cross dogs were all in the news…he was registered as a Keeshond but truly looked like a Wolf Spitz. Fifty pounds of love that left his paw prints on my heart, forever. I leave these photos of Tørben, our rescue dog. We got him when he was five years old, and in many ways he is built like Grendel, with coat coloring, size, muzzle, and heavy build. I do not have any of Grendel’s photos digitized…
No one ever came up to us, even on the rowdiest of weekends…Sadly, the neighborhood was becoming more and more disorderly. It wasn’t the same quiet neighborhood I had moved into before hubs had shipped out…
Still, I would walk about, talking to Grendel, making my “strange noises.” Grendel would just look at me and give a canine equivalent of a silent eye roll…until the night some hoodlums on drugs decided it would be a good idea to break into our first floor apartment. (Yes, hubs was still on deployment.) When the police found them, the trio needed a clean pair of shorts. “GOD DAMN…SHE GOT A WOLF IN HER CRIB” they were hollering.
The fact they still had the crowbar and sawed-off shotguns did not lend much credence to their ravings. The stink, though… (They had already tried multiple apartments before mine, (which is why the police caught them so quickly after Grendel chased them off, still carrying all their tools and weapons) but had the most success in their attempt before Grendel showed up, snarling, foaming at the mouth with his baying and howling, teeth gleaming as the snapped at the glass as though he was going to chew through it, spittle flying with the force of his fierce barking. To make matters more interesting, he was backlit, making him appear even larger that he really was! At the time, I thought he had lost his mind as he ran from window to window and finally a door. He was truly chasing them from pillar to post, not allowing them to concentrate on any one point of entry. I didn’t notice his bolting off at first because I had my headphones on (mine “went to eleven”) as I rocked out while writing about Shakespeare’s roles of women in his later plays. When I heard the commotion, I wasn’t frightened as much thinking he was throwing a fit about that “damned raccoon!” again, and was concerned I was going to get in trouble about the ruckus he was creating. It wasn’t until the police showed me how badly the window frames were pried apart, and the buckled door jamb, that I realized how truly perilous my situation had been. The way the volume of my headphones had been on, I never would have heard any intruders until it was far too late. Grendel saved me from possible fates I do not even want to consider.
Good boy, Grendel. Good boy. With him snoozing at my feet, every essay, paper, exam, and scrap of homework I ever turned in came back with stellar grades, and I gained insights on the material I read that remain with me still. I knew I could always walk making the strangest noises I wished, at any time, in any place, because he was with me. He was truly my familiar.
Still Tørben…but looking so much like Grendel with the happy expression. He doesn’t have that spark that made Grendel…more, but I love him for being him.
*Oh, THAT story? My husband and myself are firmly convinced to this day Grendel could see things on another plane, and would instantly go into “guard” mode at my feet…Old New Orleans houses certainly have the potential for entertaining unseen guests, but they aren’t the only places in the world where Grendel threw himself into “guard” position before me without obvious cause..But that’s a story for another time.
Again, the last photo is not Grendel (or Tørben)…although the grumpy expression is him all over. “I am trying to protect you, you’re the higher life form, can’t you figure this out?! I don’t ask for much, a little thanks would go a long way…! And a cookie. A cookie would be lovely. Oh, and a chew toy. And some skritches behind the ear. It’s not like I ask for much…! You took my BALLS, woman…! But do I hold a grudge? I do NOT.”
This was so beautiful.
I am glad you enjoyed it. (I back and edited errors on the original post, AGAIN! Had a devil of a time getting this to play nicely. The Tumblr gods were not kind…) The tag you added made me so happy. I miss Grendel to this day.
The fuck when you started with a 2,000 word one-shot thrown together and published at 2 am. And now you're staring down the barrel of a 10,000 word chapter of a multi-chapter fic with three spin-off fics, a crossover and a prequel in the works 💀 💀 💀
I feel this so hard
This perfectly describes me and my writing process. Writing is an addiction I cannot shake—and I have no desire to ever lose its sweet madness. Being “in the zone” is the *best feeling ever.* Sweeter than anything I’ve ever consumed, more powerful than any drug, street or legal. I never feel so *alive* than when I am creating, or to be more honest, *telling* the story of the characters that live rent-free in my mind…!
Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
Call me “A Writer Hoping to Find Her Tribe.” I’ve written more than I have posted, but am reluctant to send my children out into the cold world have only to have them receive no love, no notice. I’m protective of them (and myself) that way…
THE TUMBLR HORSE DERBY
WELCOME TO THE FIRST TUMBLR HORSE DERBY (that i know of, anyway)
HOW TO HORSE: 🐎🐎🐎 - Vote for your FAVOURITE horse to make them go faster! (yknow, like those carnival horse derby games!) MAY THE BEST HORSE WIN
CHOOSE YOUR RACER🐎🐎🐎🐎
🐎Little Big Huge
🐎 CLOPFUCKER 5000
🐎Father Chrysler
🐎I Like Your Shoelaces
🐎THE END OF ALL THINGS
🐎squanch
🐎of course
🐎honse
🐎Sisyphus of Plinko
🐎cheese charcuterie
(also sample size reblog yadda yadda yadda HORSE)
I am not a racetrack enthusiast, but I *had to participate.* HAD. TO.
I want to sink into you like sand.
Have the waves of everything you are
Wash over me until there is nothing left,
And if they come looking for me,
No compass can tell them where to search.
Only the salty breeze will know
I am with you.
Delightful.
Affirmations
I am strong
I am in control
I am a powerful fucking woman
I have a purpose and I'm living it
I'm here for a reason. The world needs what I have to give. Even when I doubt myself.
I am important. I am valuable.
I am positive and optimistic
I let go of difficulty and allow things to get easier.
I welcome in positivity and joy and ease.
I choose to not struggle. I choose to breathe. And let things be a little easier.
I choose not to push so hard. I am worthy. I am enough. I have nothing to prove.
I do not need their acceptance. Acceptance does not equal love.
I reclaim validation from others and pour it back into myself.
I choose to be myself and know this is enough.
My creativity helps others.
My art matters.
The world needs my gifts.
I am helping others by being my full self.
I express myself with confidence and grace.
I own the power of my work and my writing.
I am a beautiful writer. I am thankful for the gift of the written word.
My writing is well-received and highly regarded.
I am so thankful to be a writer.
I respect and appreciate my gifts.
I use my gifts. I will not sit on all that it within me. <- not like that 😉 🍆
@lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @nonsensicalobsessions @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @maple-seed @lovelysizzlingbluebird @holymultiplefandomsbatman @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @lokikissesmyforehead @homesickasgardian @nonsensicalobsessions @peaches1958
^^ lemme know if you want adding or removing from the taggos
As always:
Take what serves you. Leave the rest.
If one of the affs feels like bullshit, that’s okay. Leave it for now, or change it so you can believe it. (it should feel like a stretch, but still believable)
Say it out loud. Feel the feelings. Feel as if it’s real now 🥰
Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. You are enough. You can do hard things. And above all, you do not have to accept other’s view of yourself, no matter who they are. No one knows you and your truth better than yourself.
You are a witch, they should be afraid of you
This strokes me on so many different levels…This is one of them.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy…or an apartment complex not very far from where I am right now, I was a graduate student. And most of my classes were at night. I didn’t plan it that way, they just were.
I would get home between 11:00 pm and midnight, my brain absolutely ON FIRE because of all the information that I had just crammed into it (I LOVED MY GRADUATE CLASSES, I CANNOT THINK OF ONE I DIDN’T, EVEN THE ONES THAT SCARED CHALLENGED THE CRAP OUT OF ME) and I was also STARVING because I had been in a classroom for hours and hours and thinking is hungry work. Hubs was deployed, and it was just me, and Grendel, my beloved “Keeshond”. More on that breed designation to follow.
Now Grendel was not just a dog. He was a Noble Beast. He had dignity, gravitas, and so much character that when you looked into his eyes you could feel the presence of his soul…
When I came home, he and I would both enjoy a midnight supper, and I would hit the books…(Often, this would continue until past dawn.) Therefore, he would gravely importune me with his requirement for a promenade sometime in the wee small hours of the morning.
Did I feel nervous about going out alone, a tiny solo female in the darkness of night walking my dog? Me? Not at all! I would simply walk with my eyes and ears alert, knowing NOTHING that flew, slithered, crawled, or walked on two or four legs, (seen or unseen*) could EVER sneak up on Grendel, Noble Beast Extraordinaire…the few times we heard anything remotely suspicious, I would begin chatting casually, “Grendel, hurry up, if you would be so kind. Just because you are a wolf-cross, don’t think about being disobedient. I don’t care how big those teeth are…”
In the darkness, he DID look very like a wolf-cross, and at the time, wolf-cross dogs were all in the news…he was registered as a Keeshond but truly looked like a Wolf Spitz. Fifty pounds of love that left his paw prints on my heart, forever. I leave these photos of Tørben, our rescue dog. We got him when he was five years old, and in many ways he is built like Grendel, with coat coloring, size, muzzle, and heavy build. I do not have any of Grendel’s photos digitized…
No one ever came up to us, even on the rowdiest of weekends…Sadly, the neighborhood was becoming more and more disorderly. It wasn’t the same quiet neighborhood I had moved into before hubs had shipped out…
Still, I would walk about, talking to Grendel, making my “strange noises.” Grendel would just look at me and give a canine equivalent of a silent eye roll…until the night some hoodlums on drugs decided it would be a good idea to break into our first floor apartment. (Yes, hubs was still on deployment.) When the police found them, the trio needed a clean pair of shorts. “GOD DAMN…SHE GOT A WOLF IN HER CRIB” they were hollering.
The fact they still had the crowbar and sawed-off shotguns did not lend much credence to their ravings. The stink, though… They had already tried multiple apartments before mine, (which is why the police caught them so quickly after Grendel chased them off, still carrying all their tools and weapons) but had the most success in their attempt on my humble abode before Grendel showed up—snarling, foaming at the mouth with his baying and howling, teeth gleaming as he snapped at the glass as though he was going to chew through it, spittle flying with the force of his fierce barking. To make matters more interesting, he was backlit, making him appear even larger that he really was! At the time, I thought he had lost his mind as he ran from window to window and finally a door. He was truly chasing them from pillar to post, not allowing them to concentrate on any one point of entry. I didn’t notice his bolting off at first because I had my headphones on (mine “went to eleven”) as I rocked out while writing about Shakespeare’s roles of women in his later plays. When I heard the commotion, I wasn’t frightened as much thinking he was throwing a fit about that “damned raccoon!” again, and was concerned I was going to get in trouble about the ruckus he was creating. It wasn’t until the police showed me how badly the window frames were pried apart, and the buckled door jamb, that I realized how truly perilous my situation had been. The way the volume of my headphones had been on, I never would have heard any intruders until it was far too late. Grendel saved me from possible fates I do not even want to consider.
Good boy, Grendel. Good boy. With him snoozing at my feet, every essay, paper, exam, and scrap of homework I ever turned in came back with stellar grades, and I gained insights on the material I read that remain with me still. I knew I could always walk making the strangest noises I wished, at any time, in any place, because he was with me. He was truly my familiar.
Still Tørben…but looking so much like Grendel with the happy expression. He doesn’t have that spark that made Grendel…more, but I love him for being him.
*Oh, THAT story? My husband and myself are firmly convinced to this day Grendel could see things on another plane, and would instantly go into “guard” mode at my feet…Old New Orleans houses certainly have the potential for entertaining unseen guests, but they aren’t the only places in the world where Grendel threw himself into “guard” position before me without obvious cause..But that’s a story for another time.
Again, the last photo is not Grendel (or Tørben)…although the grumpy expression is him all over. “I am trying to protect you, you’re the higher life form, can’t you figure this out?! I don’t ask for much, a little thanks would go a long way…! And a cookie. A cookie would be lovely. Oh, and a chew toy. And some skritches behind the ear. It’s not like I ask for much…! You took my BALLS, woman…! But do I hold a grudge? I do NOT.”
@lokisprettygirl @mcufan72 @vbecker10 @annoyingsweetsstranger
⭐*sending you all good and positive vibes your way*⭐
Saw this today and thought, what a wonderful tribute. Passing this on to @latent-thoughts , @lokisgoodgirl , and @lokischambermaid . The first I know personally and she makes my heart swell on the daily (ok, ALMOST, don’t nitpick me!) with her love, support, and creativity! The second two jumpstart my pulse and brain with their marvelous writing talent and witty repartee I have been privileged to engage in these last few weeks. Thank you, ladies…Any rays of sunshine that pierce through the fug of anxiety, depression, and pain are like rainbows. You are true gifts to me.
#You never know when you will meet a friend #Internet friends ARE friends #I will die on this hill #Devy, you’re the best
Sending you all the rainbows of Asgard, Nonny. You are so loved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @lokisgoodgirl
Heimmy when he sees us all at the entrance to the Bifrost:
@lokischambermaid : I don’t know if that’s a happy look on Heimdall’s face…he rather looks like he’s facing an invasion…!! Perhaps we should come bearing some chocolate. I hear Asgard is low on candy. If we come bearing chocolate, they will look upon US as gods…!!!
@nonsensicalobsessions he’s terrified and wholly unprepared for the might of Midgardian thirst upon Asgardian shores! 🤭
Oooooh yes this is an excellent idea. I’ll bring some English biscuits as well. @lokisgoodgirl can bring Scottish delicacies (shortbread perchance?). You’re bringing the chocolate 🤌🤌🤌 And @latent-thoughts can bring some goodies too!
They shall worship us…..
“It’s an impressive bounty. Not made, I think, for me.” We hear a thick, heavy voice behind us. We turn to see him smirk.
“As I am rather more interested in the delicacy that lays between those tiny Midgardian thighs.”
“Oh so you have a thing for Midgardians huh??”
“Yes indeed I do. Now….”
I went too far didn’t I….. too sexually aggressive for a Saturday morning 😂😂😂
Impossible. Never too aggressive with that Asgardian Magnificence!!! Saturday Morning, Sunday Morning, Mid-Day Tuesday!!
*offers chocolate humbly. Glad she brought A LOT. Including SYRUP.*
We thirst any time, any day. The SAS knows no bounds (or boundaries lol) 🤭😂
Loki’s going to fall head over heels for you with this bounty of Midgardian treats!! He talks big but he loves that you thought highly enough of him to bring him treats 🥹❤️
Treats *he doesn’t have to share with Thor*…!!!
And boundaries? What are those…?!? The SAS tears right through them, with pride!
@lokisprettygirl @mcufan72 @vbecker10 @annoyingsweetsstranger
⭐*sending you all good and positive vibes your way*⭐
Saw this today and thought, what a wonderful tribute. Passing this on to @latent-thoughts , @lokisgoodgirl , and @lokischambermaid . The first I know personally and she makes my heart swell on the daily (ok, ALMOST, don’t nitpick me!) with her love, support, and creativity! The second two jumpstart my pulse and brain with their marvelous writing talent and witty repartee I have been privileged to engage in these last few weeks. Thank you, ladies…Any rays of sunshine that pierce through the fug of anxiety, depression, and pain are like rainbows. You are true gifts to me.
#You never know when you will meet a friend #Internet friends ARE friends #I will die on this hill #Devy, you’re the best
Sending you all the rainbows of Asgard, Nonny. You are so loved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @lokisgoodgirl
Heimmy when he sees us all at the entrance to the Bifrost:
@lokischambermaid : I don’t know if that’s a happy look on Heimdall’s face…he rather looks like he’s facing an invasion…!! Perhaps we should come bearing some chocolate. I hear Asgard is low on candy. If we come bearing chocolate, they will look upon US as gods…!!!
@nonsensicalobsessions he’s terrified and wholly unprepared for the might of Midgardian thirst upon Asgardian shores! 🤭
Oooooh yes this is an excellent idea. I’ll bring some English biscuits as well. @lokisgoodgirl can bring Scottish delicacies (shortbread perchance?). You’re bringing the chocolate 🤌🤌🤌 And @latent-thoughts can bring some goodies too!
They shall worship us…..
“It’s an impressive bounty. Not made, I think, for me.” We hear a thick, heavy voice behind us. We turn to see him smirk.
“As I am rather more interested in the delicacy that lays between those tiny Midgardian thighs.”
“Oh so you have a thing for Midgardians huh??”
“Yes indeed I do. Now….”
I went too far didn’t I….. too sexually aggressive for a Saturday morning 😂😂😂
Impossible. Never too aggressive with that Asgardian Magnificence!!! Saturday Morning, Sunday Morning, Mid-Day Tuesday!!
*offers chocolate humbly. Glad she brought A LOT. Including SYRUP.*
@lokisprettygirl @mcufan72 @vbecker10 @annoyingsweetsstranger
⭐*sending you all good and positive vibes your way*⭐
Saw this today and thought, what a wonderful tribute. Passing this on to @latent-thoughts , @lokisgoodgirl , and @lokischambermaid . The first I know personally and she makes my heart swell on the daily (ok, ALMOST, don’t nitpick me!) with her love, support, and creativity! The second two jumpstart my pulse and brain with their marvelous writing talent and witty repartee I have been privileged to engage in these last few weeks. Thank you, ladies…Any rays of sunshine that pierce through the fug of anxiety, depression, and pain are like rainbows. You are true gifts to me.
#You never know when you will meet a friend #Internet friends ARE friends #I will die on this hill #Devy, you’re the best
Sending you all the rainbows of Asgard, Nonny. You are so loved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @lokisgoodgirl
Heimmy when he sees us all at the entrance to the Bifrost:
@lokischambermaid : I don’t know if that’s a happy look on Heimdall’s face…he rather looks like he’s facing an invasion…!! Perhaps we should come bearing some chocolate. I hear Asgard is low on candy. If we come bearing chocolate, they will look upon US as gods…!!!
@lokisprettygirl @mcufan72 @vbecker10 @annoyingsweetsstranger
⭐*sending you all good and positive vibes your way*⭐
Saw this today and thought, what a wonderful tribute. Passing this on to @latent-thoughts , @lokisgoodgirl , and @lokischambermaid . The first I know personally and she makes my heart swell on the daily (ok, ALMOST, don’t nitpick me!) with her love, support, and creativity! The second two jumpstart my pulse and brain with their marvelous writing talent and witty repartee I have been privileged to engage in these last few weeks. Thank you, ladies…Any rays of sunshine that pierce through the fug of anxiety, depression, and pain are like rainbows. You are true gifts to me.
#You never know when you will meet a friend #Internet friends ARE friends #I will die on this hill #Devy, you’re the best
