Marvel, HP, BBC Sherlock ✨ Hufflepuff ✨I am an extrovert with trust issues and anxiety. Reblogs stuff I like, like a magpie collects shiny things. Need someone to talk to? I am here. No Hate In My Zone. Vet student. A bumblebee with ADHD
i put this up on twitter so i figured i would pop it on here too. im always open if anyone need a place to chill and just be themselves on tumblr. im super open to making new friends on here too but im super shy so if take forever to answer back im just being awkward. but uh ye, come say hi if ya want 👋🏼
//found this online, if its yours lmk so i can credit you properly ☺️
Everyone is bonding and all and honestly it so lovely and heartwarming (bcuz we had a fight in the past, shit did go down)
But the thing is that I feel lonely. There are so many people around me and I feel like I am the only one standing in an ocean of people...all of them happy, buzzing forward in their day. There is that feeling of ' no one wants me here, then why should I try to keep up? They would rather not have me here'. I feel so tired by the end of the day , acting like nothing bothers me and I am very much fine and happy.
Something featuring a young Loki. Anything really. Maybe a bit of his relationship with Frigga?
I bring you angst and Loki feels, nonny. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Get ready for some lil Loki cuteness, and then... well, you already know. And if you don't, well...
Also, please note that Frigga is an unreliable narrator here. I've written this from her perspective, but the narrative isn't justifying or condoning her choices in any way.
The quick but firm footsteps of the Allmother echoed in the empty hall as she headed straight for the usual haunt of her younger son. It was past supper time and his absence at the family table had been noted by everyone. The Allfather hadn’t been too pleased about it, but he hadn’t mentioned it to her overtly. He had simply looked into her eyes with disapproval.
As a result, several of her handmaidens and ladies-in-waiting had been sent on a search, and all of them had returned empty handed.
Hence, now the Queen of Asgard herself had to come looking for the elusive prince.
She tried all his usual hiding spots in the palace, but came up empty handed. So then she resorted to magic. With a simple tracing cantrip, she could see that he was within the confines of the royal library, but not at his favourite section of magical arts.
"Loki?" she called, stepping into the Archives to look for the little tuft of raven hair. “Are you here?”
It didn’t take long for her to find him. He was trying his best to hide himself against a shelf in the back, not wanting to be found just yet.
Summary: you realise Loki doesn't know much about midgardian coffee, and you offer him a solution to adapt his Jötun tongue to the hotness of the espressos.
Word count: 900
Tags: pure fluff. Loki's personality is once again like a cat.
Loki takes his coffee black—the bitterest one, if possible. He takes his own damn time making it too, and never lets anyone do it for him. He may from time to time leave a cup of fresh tea for his brother, if he's feeling bold, but Thor never takes it —distrusting; is this a prank? Is this poisoned?
goddd i just want spider-man's identity to be his own worst but new york city's best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn't.
the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it's gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from "hey, i'm sure you were just excited, but...." to "ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch".
any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:
"he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands..."
"wow... i've never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker's daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is 'dreamy'."
these secrets are freely given if you're kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him... "i don't know what you're talking about, buddy. he's just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city's problems on so we don't unionize or worse"
so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p' and rhymes with 'meter'... on the record, they don't know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it's only fair if they help him a little in return.
halloween, phoebe bridgers | emily palermo | mommy issues: unlearning inherited pain, joan tierney | the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis | nobody, mitski | georges bataille | love as an act of merciful conquer, silas denver melvin | gilead, marilynne robinson | giovanni’s room, james baldwin
now that tumblr's banned the english language we should all just start communicating in our native languages, getting to decipher what everything means will be half the fun
rip to the monolingual english speakers though yall will be missed
The oldest secular Scandinavian song fragment we have with musical notation is in the Codex Runicus, which dates to around the turn of the 14th century. (The song is "Drømde mig en drøm i nat", which is a melody you likely recognize even if you don't know the title.) That date does of course mean that, in terms of music, we have nothing definitively from pre-Christian times.
However, we do have what is probably a late medieval ballad about Loki! It's Faroese, and it's known as Lokka táttur, "Loki's tale."
The piece is way too long to reproduce on Tumblr without inciting primal rage in anyone whose dashboard it crosses, but you can find the lyrics, an English translation, and more info here. That page also includes links to ethnographic field recordings, though the most well-known cover is probably the one by Týr.
And the tesseract is actually a real object- a cube in four dimensions, which means that in some ways it is also connected intimately to time, which means that the tesseract has always been with Loki like a guardian angel and I think that’s sweet.
Picture this: it's 2026. Tom Hiddleston has reached the end of his patience and accepted a leading role as Shakespeare directed by Ken Branagh.
The only Loki in the MCU is Sylvie (so no Loki anymore RIP). The fifth Thor movie, Thor: Divorce and Lightning, releases the first teaser. It's two minutes of Sylvie and Valkyrie beating each other up. They exchange Woke™ misogynistic banter.
There's a cutaway of Thor boarding a ship as a space pirate with the ex-Guardians. Chris Pratt is nowhere to be seen and Rocket delivers a one liner that somehow involves a dick metaphor for mutiny.
Back to the fighting Strong Women™: they exchange a blow that sends them flying to opposite ends of whatever colorful trashcan they're in this time. Valkyrie gets up, wipes her mouth and says "I've found my new queen". Somewhere in space, Thor has an aneurysm. End teaser
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