#ladylokix

[adamsdriver]

Hey, happy birthday!

thank you!! :)

[satellites]

V. I remember -almost three years ago now- how you first came to my planet, all black and green and gold and powerful. I watched the footage of your assault on the city. I was at work, huddled in the kitchen with all the coworkers I had never talked to before. We watched on a TV that was by all common sense too old to function properly. (Which is almost funny in comparison with how many years you must have already lived). When I met you in person I was shocked and afraid. At first I thought you were human, and a mutant. I thought you were more similar to me than my own parents. But you were -and are- something completely different, and I found that out. I don’t know how I wasn’t completely paralyzed with fear the whole time I sat in your house. I certainly spoke as if I wasn’t. When I got home, after you brought me back to the city, I sat on the floor behind my couch and stayed there for five hours. I didn’t even move to tell my boss that I wouldn’t be able to go to work that day. For a month I tried to forget that you’d saved my life, and it almost worked, until you showed up again.

Don’t you see? I have always been plagued by cowardice.

[satellites]

IV. Princess. Enemy. Sister of my friend. The hatred we share is our only commonality. Since we were children I have always been loathe to hear any silver-laced word out of your mouth. But do tell me -as this information you never felt necessary to part with- why it was you felt the need to bare my head. Why you said awful things in front of all the court. Why you hated me even before we formally met. Why you were always sullen even when all of Asgard celebrated. And what did you find in the library that was intriguing enough for you to spend half your life there? Surely it wasn’t the books? For parchment and ink are hardly ever so exciting. Your brother always thought that you had found some secret tunnel in that place, a passage that led to millenniums-old tombs of long forgotten kings, or something of the sort. He couldn’t understand -like me- what was so interesting about books. Did you ever find anything? Or were you actually perusing the pages of lengthy tomes and unused grimoires? After you died I went to the library. I think it was the second time in my life that I walked through those huge gilded doors, and I was amazed by how many many books lined the shelves. Did you ever get to read them all? Did one of them tell you how to replace golden hair with black, and how to make mourners even of those who hated you?

I swear I never liked you

[satellites]

III. Dear Goddess, Please remember me apart from my mortality. You will find that to care once, if only briefly, is to care for as long as you live, and you are immortal, and so too is your love, even if the object of it is not. Goddess, please, I am mortal and always sick. In your actions you seem not to remember, when even in your words you are never like to forget. 'How fragile,' you once remarked, caressing the skin of my inner arm with a feather-light touch as you described how easily you could pierce my flesh and let my life drip out of my veins and into the soil beneath us. 'Mortal,' you said, and I always heard the disdain in your voice, I always felt your hatred of my softness, 'even glass could be stronger than you.' I never understood, though, and I’m sorry I didn’t. It’s something whispered at a grave. ‘Mortal,’ the headstone heard you say. You, a goddess, standing over a plot of new grass with roots sinking into the soil that reclaimed my body. It’s the only thing a headstone understands- cold. sorrow. bitterness. endings. But when will someone understand your jealousy? If you remember that I -your mortal- must die, then I will remember always that you -my goddess- must live.

two can’t share an apple meant for one

[satellites]

II. Darling, did you know that I’ve always loved you, even when I said I didn’t, well baby, I lied. You always seemed like the only one who ever understood me, who /saw/ who and what I am, but when I expected you to see through me, you saw my deception instead. Darling, I broke my own heart in breaking yours. I cried that day -probably more than you did- You’d always said it was too good to be true, but you were wrong, Baby, were you wrong. I used to wonder how you lived all those years, with me setting fire to everything, I only did it ‘cause the thought of you set fire to my soul. Darling, I’ve always loved you, and darling, I’ve always been a liar, and you believed the wrong words. I’m sorry baby, it was just too true to be good, and I didn’t want to see you cringe at me the way I did when I glanced in the mirror. The wrong parts of me are lying, and I’m not even really sure what’s the truth anymore, but darling- Darling, It’s truth that I’ve always loved you

the self-exiled lady to her lover

[satellites]

I. “There are stars in her eyes,” I was told, “don’t get too close.” But they forgot to tell me of the poison on your lips, or the fire in your heart. "Stars are dangerous," they said, "don’t get too close." But the stars in your eyes are just reflections, and in the window to your soul I see the the Milky Way moving, I see Jupiter’s storm raging Like you, when life works against you. I see Saturn’s rings confining, like the belt around your waist. “I feel constricted,” you’ve said, well baby, Saturn feels constricted too. Once I climbed a mountain and at the top I could see past a thousand tall trees, they were all reaching skyward, for the heavens, like outstretched arms, each trying to touch the stars. Sometimes when I’m with you I think about those trees, and I feel like one of them, like I’m constantly reaching toward my star, toward Jupiter’s storm and Saturn’s rings, toward Venus’ fire burning in your heart and Mars’ poison resting like a mixture of blood and saliva on your lips. I’m reaching for you, baby, and I hope my arms don’t hurt you like the rings of Kronos, like Saturn’s children working together to kill him- -no wonder he felt constricted.

you are a goddess to me

[morganapendragon]

fandom thing: marvel

i just did Avengers but Marvel is broader so yay let’s do it

Favourite Female: Natasha Romanoff

Favourite Male: Wolverine

3 Other Favourite Characters: Rogue, Thor, Melinda May

3 OTPs: Skyeward, Thor/Sif, Jean/Wolverine

Notp: Scott/Jean, 

Funniest character: Coulson, Wolverine

Prettiest character: Rogue, Natasha, Sif

Most Annoying Character: errr idk Loki

Most badass character: All of them

Character I’d like as my BFF: Skye

Female Character I’d Marry: Melinda May

Male Character I’d Marry: Grant Ward, or Long/Wolverine

Character I hate/dislike/least like: Mystique, Loki

Leave a Fandom in my Ask

[satellites]

What does WC even stand for? Why is it used for bathrooms? Why do some bathrooms have to be paid for? Why does no one have ice machines in their freezers? Why are half the stores titled in English? Why does no one neuter their animals? Why does everyone have at least two items of clothing or accessories with the US flag or the name of a US city/state or just the US dollar on it? Why do people have to go to specialized schools to learn about art or music? I don't understand????