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[anxious-and-judgemental]

waiting for s4 with anxiety as I should

[transmitteninatransphobicworld]

"i turn yaoi into yuri like jesus turns water into wine" this aint it chief

we a community there is no lgbt without any of the individual parts of it, what makes us exist is our solidarity, not exclusively lesbians or exclusively gay people, either we all support eachother or we dont exist

[lettucemakar]

Oh I didn't say that was fun! That was fun!!!

[irradiate-space]

Electronics status: slapping random images into a pi zero w to see what happens

Nope, that didn't work.

Off to the hardware store I go!

[lokislittlesigyn]

Alright. First describe what you would like the home to look like. Picture it in your head, the more detail the better. What does the exterior look like? How many floors? Stone or brick or something else for the walls? What do you picture for the floors and banisters? How big? Imagine it, believe in it. Since it is your first try, we will worry about furniture and such later. Let me know when you are done and certain. *he kisses her head to let her know there is no rush*

—Loki

*she closes her eyes - smiling when she feels his lips against her skin. her brow furrows. slowly, she pictures it: a cabin, hewn of wood, similar to the viking homes she saw all those years ago upon the Asgardian's visit to Earth. it is similar to a hall; long, with high ceilings, and a welcoming, homely interior. carved wooden columns - bearing the same symbols as Asgardian columns - hold up the roof and rafters. there is place for a fire, a kitchen for cooking, a sitting area for reading. the bedroom is toward the back, intimate and cozy, with a small, separate door to the outside near it, hidden in the shadows. fear has taught her to seek multiple exits to any situation.* Do you have any requests? *she whispers, keeping her eyes firmly closed* It's not so grand as Valaskjalf... I hope you won't be disappointed?

[hokosu]

@knifelizard​ hit the ♡ for something painful.

there’s a sound. distant. rooms away. it takes a moment before it becomes obvious that something is dragging --- and when hawks appears, he has a broom. one that he’s holding low on the handle, the tip scraping along the floor as he goes from one room to another.  feathers are low. but he looks determined, if not fucking cranky.

a cupboard is opened --- the one that holds the coffee filters. they are on the highest shelf, which the bird sighs up towards before he starts to use the broom to try and coax them down.

[pr1nc3ss-g1rl]

hypersexuality now: fun times

hypersexuality later: uh. sorry in advance guys.