GUYS THIS IS A PAINTING. OMG, I CAN’T EVEN---------

Is it worth the time. NO. But so will i do this regardless. HELL YEAH

that same anon just sent me ketchup 15 times what did i do to deserve this

Monopoly

Loki: Woe is me. Life is nothing but pain.

Y/N: *rushing to his side* You poor bean. What happened?

Loki: *points at Tony*

Y/N: *gives Tony a death glare*

Tony: *panicking* All I did was beat him at monopoly.

Y/N: It’s ok, Loki. We’ll just beat him at something else.

Tony: *panic intesifies*

mary oliver, upstream

THE ASKLIST IS GREAT.

All of themmmm pleaseeeeee

Personal question: what are your thoughts on coming out to Indian parents and siblings?

Seriously, please don't feel pressured to answer. Please.

🎵: I'll put my playlist on shuffle and play the first song that comes

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

📝 : A character you remind me of

Ginny Weasley. The fiery red-head suits your personality well.

🌻+2 colours: I'll make a moodboard based on your blog

🌺: compliment based on your blog

Diverse content, very unique and good quality. I freaking love it!

✨: A personal question about moi

Ah thats a tough one. I just came out two days ago and my mom thinks it's just a phase, I will convince her though. I think we should just slowly and steadily help them get used to the idea of same-sex relationships.

👑: What you will be a queen/king/ruler of

Constellations. Without a doubt.

💜: Blog recommendation

@whythefuckdoiexist I just got to know her a few days ago. And.she.is.awesome

👽: Weird fact

Roller coasters were invented to distract Americans from sin

Thanks for the ask!

Types of Kisses Loki Gives You

~The First

You first kiss with Loki is full of passion and confession. Neither of you even know who kissed who, but it doesn’t matter. It’s a tentative embrace at first, and when Loki’s tongue brushes your lips and asks for more, you draw away. A knowing look is shared between you both before your mouths connect again in a searing event. This time, you don’t run.

~The Hasty Ones

You and Loki lead busy lives, and dangerous ones at that. Loki is accustomed to your touch though, and will take it no matter how rushed. Before you part ways, Loki always gives a quick yet deeply satisfying kiss- a promise of what’s yet to come.

~The Angry Ones

Even in fights, you and Loki can’t seem to do anything but reconcile. Loki will push you up against the wall, pin your arms over your head with just one of his. With your shirt ridden up, Loki will use his free hand trace his fingers oh-so-lightly over your exposed skin, pushing you all the more to the edge. You meet his eyes, furious expression on both of your faces, until Loki takes your mouth in his and suddenly all is forgiven. 

~The Gentle Ones

Being with Loki means a lot of things, and the Trickster feels insurmountable guilt for you having to fight battles you did not sign up for. Loki will watch you mournfully, take your hand and delicately place his lips against your bloodied knuckles. In his youth, he remembers, Frigga used to tell him kisses would help wounds heal faster. Loki prays this wasn’t simply another lie he was told. When he glances up at you again, his eyes are full of tears. 

~The Desperate Ones

These are kisses Loki grants you late into the night, when your bodies have become one and your minds are full of nothing but each other. These kisses are placed on your hips, your stomach, your chest, and leave bruises in their wake. They are reserved for when Loki needs to know you’re his; and when you need to know you’re wanted. You bear these marks Loki gives you for weeks, but the feeling of his hot mouth on your bare skin stays with you for years. 

~The Tender Ones

Your favorites. These are the embraces that allow Loki to remind you just what you are to him: not an ally, not a phase, but a lover. He places one hand on your waist, another on your neck, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. He’ll kiss your jaw first, murmuring about how much he loves you into your skin. How much he needs you. How much he cares. Stolen confessions that are only for your ears. You’ll say them all back to the god, and add that your surrender is for Loki and Loki alone. He’ll kiss you then, slow and steady and amazing. Eventually, you close your eyes, and meet Loki in the dark. 

why is it not more wellknown that women can have an actual literal disorder that not rarely makes them literally suicidal for up to 10 days every month before their period lmao like… teach this in class? it’s not a joke?

this is ugghhh, I can’t even

Loyalty (Part Three - Soulmate!Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 11.1k but this is broken into significantly more scenes than last time.

Warnings: In no particular order this chapter includes the following: Depression, Major character death, Angst, and Tooth-Rotting Fluff.

Summary: Soulmates were a gift to Asgard from the goddess Frigga, but Loki was starting to think they might be a curse. 

Notes: Well this is the end! Unfortunately, I didn’t get to edit this as thoroughly as I like. But Thanks for sticking around to see it! I hope you enjoy this story. Please take the time to let me know what you think of this series, and this final chapter! 

There will soon be a spin off of Loyalty, set in the same Soulmate Universe. This will be a spin off not a sequel and will not require reading Loyalty, but reading it will be encouraged. And while it won’t follow this Reader x Loki, they will both be featured as characters in the story (with the Reader of this story given a name in that one to allow that spin off to also be a reader insert fanfiction). So, if you’d like to see more Marvel Soulmate AUs, more of this universe, or more of this Loki and his Soulmate Reader, please let me know in an ask or reblog/reply of this post to add you to the Taglist for my upcoming story, working title “Longing”. 

Start From the Beginning… Part One Previously On… Part Two

(Y/n) stood, arm-in-arm with Freyja, at the entrance to Asgard’s feasting hall. She wasn’t sure if her fears should be heightened or crushed by walking with Freyja. There was the advantage that Freyja unintentionally drew a great deal of attention. No eyes, save perhaps (Y/n)’s family, would be on her. The disadvantage was the obvious. How did anyone compare when walking next to the Goddess of Beauty herself. 

“Relax.” What should have been a comforting word came out as an order from Freyja. “Your family is here, and you will only be sat beside them, Loki, and myself. 

“I still have to get to the seat.” (Y/n) murmured to herself more than her companion.

Freyja rolled her eyes. “You think I would let you fall? You’re liable to take me down with you if you do, and I simply wouldn’t allow for that.” 

“How reassuring.”

Freyja nodded to the guards, and the pair of men pushed the doors open for their entrance. 

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I've been on Tumblr for years, but my husband knows my main account so I started this side account.

I've seen Tumblr move mountains for people so I'm hoping and praying that you guys can move mountains for me.

I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.

people really measure out their spices? you’re really going to take out your little ¼ teaspoon? you’re afraid your food is going to taste too good?