“When Thor lowers them onto the bed, it’s too late to react. Loki’s trapped between the sheets and his brother’s arms, laid completely bare under the suddenly ravenous gaze belonging to the same. He’s mortified to be seen; doesn’t even know which gender he is today, but the burn of arousal between his legs is not something Loki can deny.”
What are you talking about, this is pretty good.
Don’t do anything stupidly heroic, Thor.
Do not worry, brother. I will return.
(AU: Thor is drafted for WWII. Loki says farewell.)
(Complete with a period appropriate song! It Hurts to Say Goodbye by Vera Lynn. :D)
There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
(Source: , via deliciouslycheesy)
ahahaha, I don’t even know..
Idk, my mind’s just in the gutter real bad.
i hate you i hate all of you jsut
god why get out of my lfie
Oh fuck no.
This is not okay.
FUCK.FUCK.FUCK. MY FEELS. IT’S SO DOMESTIC. THE WAY JOHN REALIZES IT. AND HIS FACE. I WHIMPERED AND CREYED.