amethyst orbs are like so 2005, i just saw a fic describing a character’s eyes as “kyanite” and it was the best thing i’ve seen all day. let’s all just compare our characters’ eyes to increasingly obscure gemstones. chrysoprase irises. andalusite spheroids. dumortierite quartz visualizers. make it HAPPEN.
I made my first attempt at taking the cat for a walk. I managed to get the harness on her (once I figured out which way it went… good job, me), but I had to carry her outside because she wouldn’t walk under her own steam when I tugged (very gently) on the leash. Once we were outside, she immediately made for a planter with some bushes she could hide in, and she kind of got her leash tangled and got some twigs stuck in her fur. I managed to get her out of there and I tried just sitting with her on the side of a planter and letting her get used to the sounds and smells, but she was definitely not happy; she was making the same yowling noise she does when I put her in her carrier. She was willing to walk in the grass for a bit, but then she tried to hide in the bushes again, so I picked her up and carried her back inside.
I’ll give it another try and see if I can get her used to the great outdoors. Maybe I should go out through the basement of my apartment, away from the construction. But for now my takeaway is: she talks a good game about wanting to go outside, and she loves the smell of the outdoors through a safely closed screen, but when it comes down to it she’s a scaredy indoor cat.
She doesn’t seem to hate me, which is good. She didn’t go hide under the bed when we came back inside. Maybe this will not turn out to be a futile endeavor.
A note on my blocking policy: I do not block people simply for disagreeing with me, especially if they offer reasons and are willing to engage in an exchange of reasons. I do block people if the discussion devolves on their end into a barrage of insults… and threatening me with instigating a campaign of harassment definitely warrants blocking.
A word to the wise: if you make such a threat on a public post and harassment results, I will not hesitate to use that “Report” button.
We’ve been leaning on each other so hard Tied so tight we wound up miles apart Making simple things so hard
#young thorki#fandom: marvel#ok but imagine thor doesn’t get chucked out the window#(am i remembering that right or is this from a fever dream? i need to watch thor)#and loki doesn’t make it to the bifrost#and they’re fighting each other in the halls#causing an inordinate amount of property damage#and idk at some point something cracks in loki and his fighting becomes sloppy#he loses gungnir#and he’s sobbing#still lashing out#and thor’s very confused#but he can see that loki’s desperately sad about something now (not just crazed)#so he just grips loki#until his brother stops tearing at him#and just shakes in thor’s hold#like he’s terrified (via @foundlingmother)
Soooo …. who’s gonna write this fic?
@foundlingmother he definitely gets blasted through a wall… which is close enough to being chucked out the window.
“Taika and I went out for a bowl of pasta before Ragnarok and he said ‘I’m gonna change quite a lot, but I’m not gonna change you.’ And I took that as a huge compliment. I’ve always felt a responsability to both honor the respect in which the character is held but also to try and progress it on.”
I love Tom’s quote so much because it proves all the Taika (“he ruined Loki!!11”) haters wrong.
Nope, it just proves that he’s a liar… or, perhaps more charitably (to his moral character if not his intellect), that he massively misunderstood Loki’s character throughout the previous movies.
@philosopherking1887 please, with sugar on top, get your lovely behind out of my reblogs and stop making me look bad to the OP by reblogging from me. I’ve kept screenshots of the last time you hijacked my posts with your infantile Thor hate so unless you want me to start spreading pamphlets with your non-sensical copy/paste blabbering, keep out of my blog. This is no place for Taika haters, shoo, shoo.
If your sole purpose in life was to get infamous for your obsessive Taika/Thor hate congrats, you achieved that.
Now let REALLY creative people do what they’re best at and you just… keep hating. Won’t get you love or more followers, that’s for sure.
You kept screenshots? Who’s obsessive now? Pamphlets, is it? If I’m already infamous among the Thor*/Ragnarok/TW stan crowd, I’m not sure what that would do other than make you look petty and vindictive. Anonymous asks are off on my blog, so anyone who wants to send hate will have to do it under their own name.
I do not hate Thor. I have never hated Thor. I hate what was done with him in Ragnarok. And I suppose anyone who disagrees with you will look “infantile,” regardless of the quality of their arguments or evidence. Especially if you don’t bother to read it closely enough to figure out what their position actually is.
I don’t know what you mean by “this is no place for Taika haters”; I did not reblog from you, and Tumblr is a place for people with all kinds of opinions. Once you add an opinion to a post, it’s out in the ether, and people can point out the flaws in your reasoning. I will take it under advisement, however, that you are so sensitive to disagreement that you track reblogs of a post you didn’t originate but only added to, from people other than you, and threaten people who disagree with siccing dogpiles of your allies on them. Duly noted.
I made my first attempt at taking the cat for a walk. I managed to get the harness on her (once I figured out which way it went… good job, me), but I had to carry her outside because she wouldn’t walk under her own steam when I tugged (very gently) on the leash. Once we were outside, she immediately made for a planter with some bushes she could hide in, and she kind of got her leash tangled and got some twigs stuck in her fur. I managed to get her out of there and I tried just sitting with her on the side of a planter and letting her get used to the sounds and smells, but she was definitely not happy; she was making the same yowling noise she does when I put her in her carrier. She was willing to walk in the grass for a bit, but then she tried to hide in the bushes again, so I picked her up and carried her back inside.
I’ll give it another try and see if I can get her used to the great outdoors. Maybe I should go out through the basement of my apartment, away from the construction. But for now my takeaway is: she talks a good game about wanting to go outside, and she loves the smell of the outdoors through a safely closed screen, but when it comes down to it she’s a scaredy indoor cat.
Loki is the Philosopher King 