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I’ve been in a “we almost dated, but nah” relationship so many damn times. Dating has become such an abstract concept to me. There’s like 10 different levels of dating before you’re actually dating. It’s so confusing I need to nap

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Imagine;

This look Loki gives Tony when he says that they are holding you captive.

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I am Christian, but I really feel as if that title for myself is becoming looser and looser. Since Gay Marriage was legalized in my country [U.S.], I’ve been seeing these awful, hateful people come out into view and say how wrong it is saying how wrong God thinks it is. And...

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I just stole this photo off Facebook. I personally find it hilarious!

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Me: *wakes up next to bae* *slowly gets out of bed* *brushes teeth* *takes shower* *puts that extra vanilla scented lotion* *does my hair* *moisturizes* *puts on deodorant* *slips back in bed* *bae wakes up* Me: don’t look at me I’m a mess I just woke up :(

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Loki short: We Can Be Alone Together

AN: I wrote this short about a year to a year and a half ago and posted it on my Instagram fandom account which is now closed. I found it again and decided to edit it a bit but 95% of it is original writing. I didn’t do spell or grammar check either oops. My writing has improved so much since this so please be careful on the constructive criticism… I’m so nervous to post this OMG. There may be a lot of things that may trigger in this and this is just to let you know I wrote this a lot based on personal experiences at the time. Please take care of yourself I care about everyone so much and don’t want any reason to hurt you especially with something of my doing. Enjoy :) Tw: depression ——————————————————- I slam the back door shut and run without a single care to who hears the sound. I just need to run. Run away from everything, all the shouting. All the noise. Everything that is wrong. I need to escape. I’m a 17 year old. That’s all you need to know. Names aren’t important when you’re alone. Alone is where I thrive. I ran past the sleepy town and into the dense woods. “DONE IM JUST DONE! ” I scream at the trees, scaring a chipmunk away. “Maybe if I ran long enough I could hide in the valleys of the mountains” I thought to myself naively. I felt like my life was falling apart. We’d moved recently to a new state, my family. Well, not exactly all my family. Just my grandmother and father for now. I had no friends, not like I had many at home. Home, where I could understand how the struggles I faced would be okay the moment I felt safe. Everything was different here. I was different here. The mountains contrasted completely to the smooth plains I was used to, a sense of order on the plains but here who knows what lingers around the corner. My grandmother and father fought all the time, not even bothering to hide the rage from their tone. I blamed myself somehow. All I could hear was the noise, the chaos of moving. There was no music to this night. The nighttime shadows grew with the forest and made it pitch black among the trees. It wasn’t long until I tripped over a loose root. Tumbling down the mountain, my vision blurred as I lost orientation. I didn’t even notice the cliff fast approaching until I was thrown into the air. But this wasn’t the end, I had a journey left, a reason to exist. Sometimes it takes a jolt to realize it. A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

I could only pick up a few details when I awoke from my unconsciousness. I was not at my house. I was not home. But I felt safe. In front of me, an ominous man lingered close, acting as a caretaker. He was handsome. Bright Emerald eyes don’t fit his black hair. I feel like I knew him from somewhere, but my head was still too cloudy from a cut on my forehead. The campfire he’d made warmed my shivering body. - an hour later - He filled my mangled thoughts with stories of his homeland. Some place called Asgard? Homeland. He called it his home. It did not take long for me to decide he too felt outcasted. He felt the way I did. I haven’t said a word, I don’t need to. He fills the void of my words with the sound of his comforting voice, a voice made to tell stories, to tease, to fill a life once again. Finally he speaks to me rather than at me. “ Where are my manners? I’m Loki, rightful king of Asgard. Who may you be? ” “I’m….” I struggled at first as my brain caught up with the information I was just given.“…wait Loki? The man that’s been all over the news and… The one that destroyed New York? ” I ask. Adrenaline quickly woke me up, helping my mind clear. He nods slowly and ducks his head in shame. “I’m not completely bad. Just misunderstood. An outcast. Alone. I’ve been thrown from the sound and comfortable life I understood. That could drive anyone mad. ” I let my eyes focus with a deep stare as the feeling of sympathy, no not just sympathy. Something deeper. Some connection, grew within me. We’re the same. I might not have destroyed a city, but I understand being left out. And here he is, telling a stranger everything and all I can do is point out his mistakes. I’m such a hypocrite. How was I any better than he? How could I ruin the only opportunity I would have to find a light in this dark world I was trapped in? No. The flame still flickered. I had to help it grow.

I slowly move closer to him and take his hand. I take a deep breath as he looks at me surprised, all signs of shame vanishing as something new appears behind those mystical eyes. Hope. I smile softly and whisper,

“Maybe we can be alone together.”

#Loki #short story #marvel #Asgard #fanfic

Loki short: We Can Be Alone Together

AN: I wrote this short about a year to a year and a half ago and posted it on my Instagram fandom account which is now closed. I found it again and decided to edit it a bit but 95% of it is original writing. I didn't do spell or grammar check either oops. My writing has improved so much since this so please be careful on the constructive criticism... I'm so nervous to post this OMG. There may be a lot of things that may trigger in this and this is just to let you know I wrote this a lot based on personal experiences at the time. Please take care of yourself I care about everyone so much and don't want any reason to hurt you especially with something of my doing. Enjoy :) Tw: depression ------------------------------------------------------- I slam the back door shut and run without a single care to who hears the sound. I just need to run. Run away from everything, all the shouting. All the noise. Everything that is wrong. I need to escape. I'm a 17 year old. That's all you need to know. Names aren't important when you're alone. Alone is where I thrive. I ran past the sleepy town and into the dense woods. "DONE IM JUST DONE! " I scream at the trees, scaring a chipmunk away. "Maybe if I ran long enough I could hide in the valleys of the mountains" I thought to myself naively. I felt like my life was falling apart. We'd moved recently to a new state, my family. Well, not exactly all my family. Just my grandmother and father for now. I had no friends, not like I had many at home. Home, where I could understand how the struggles I faced would be okay the moment I felt safe. Everything was different here. I was different here. The mountains contrasted completely to the smooth plains I was used to, a sense of order on the plains but here who knows what lingers around the corner. My grandmother and father fought all the time, not even bothering to hide the rage from their tone. I blamed myself somehow. All I could hear was the noise, the chaos of moving. There was no music to this night. The nighttime shadows grew with the forest and made it pitch black among the trees. It wasn't long until I tripped over a loose root. Tumbling down the mountain, my vision blurred as I lost orientation. I didn't even notice the cliff fast approaching until I was thrown into the air. But this wasn't the end, I had a journey left, a reason to exist. Sometimes it takes a jolt to realize it. A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I could only pick up a few details when I awoke from my unconsciousness. I was not at my house. I was not home. But I felt safe. In front of me, an ominous man lingered close, acting as a caretaker. He was handsome. Bright Emerald eyes don't fit his black hair. I feel like I knew him from somewhere, but my head was still too cloudy from a cut on my forehead. The campfire he'd made warmed my shivering body. - an hour later - He filled my mangled thoughts with stories of his homeland. Some place called Asgard? Homeland. He called it his home. It did not take long for me to decide he too felt outcasted. He felt the way I did. I haven't said a word, I don't need to. He fills the void of my words with the sound of his comforting voice, a voice made to tell stories, to tease, to fill a life once again. Finally he speaks to me rather than at me. " Where are my manners? I'm Loki, rightful king of Asgard. Who may you be? " "I'm...." I struggled at first as my brain caught up with the information I was just given."...wait Loki? The man that's been all over the news and... The one that destroyed New York? " I ask. Adrenaline quickly woke me up, helping my mind clear. He nods slowly and ducks his head in shame. "I'm not completely bad. Just misunderstood. An outcast. Alone. I've been thrown from the sound and comfortable life I understood. That could drive anyone mad. " I let my eyes focus with a deep stare as the feeling of sympathy, no not just sympathy. Something deeper. Some connection, grew within me. We're the same. I might not have destroyed a city, but I understand being left out. And here he is, telling a stranger everything and all I can do is point out his mistakes. I'm such a hypocrite. How was I any better than he? How could I ruin the only opportunity I would have to find a light in this dark world I was trapped in? No. The flame still flickered. I had to help it grow. I slowly move closer to him and take his hand. I take a deep breath as he looks at me surprised, all signs of shame vanishing as something new appears behind those mystical eyes. Hope. I smile softly and whisper, "Maybe we can be alone together."

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#That's how the whole theater felt too

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can we take a second to ponder on the fact that a kids movie did lady armor better than the entire film and comic industry

guess who i’m talking about

did you guess? Well you’re WRONG because it’s Susan Pevensie

They gave her light armor, appropriate for a small archer:chainmail, an arm brace, chest plate, and a light skirt she can easily run around murderizing dudes in the face in

her hair is also only loose in the promo pictures because Susan is busy not dying because her hair was flying into her eyeballs so she braids that stuff back