stmonkeys:

The Usurper. My life was totally fine until February/March when I first saw CMBYN. Now I can’t get this adorable little shit out of my head. 😉

So this is what I’m reduced to. I hope you enjoy torturing me, Mr. Chalamet. I’m old enough to be your mom.

Tagging some of my favorite Loki/CMBYN blogs. Please share- reblog not repost.

Have no fear, I’m still drawing Loki. I’m just broadening my horizons.

@incredifishface @sexualthorientation @writernotwaiting @philosopherking1887 @lokiperfection @raven-brings-light @lokidreamsinbw @pedeka @shes-gone-rogue @sheilatakesabow @perpetual-fangirl @littlewomanly1 @jennphoenix @jetzabell1973 @later0varies @lokighost @nooo-body @auselysium @ghostcat3000 @ciavttini @terxture @694699 @nuggsmum @bitchstolemyvapepen @bifrostedflake @shellgoes211 @foryou-insilence @maraskolnikova @satanssyn-n-things @thorduna @thehumming6ird @lunariagold @nikkalia @feelmyroarrrr @angryschnauzer @angrymadsygin @angeline-farewell @golikethatcat @bubblebubble03 @stereobone @stmonkeys @kingloptr @the–mantling–dark @sarabeth72 @gitsie007 @lokilickedme @hiddleshoneybunny @pinknoonicorn @shieldagent1 @ohfreckle @geminiloveca

And of course, since Chalamet is an excellent model for young Loki – and TC and AH together look like a Thor/Loki AU – your interests can easily dovetail.

inthemid80s:

etal-later:

antigonick:

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

PERFECT SENTENCES

Pride and Prejudice and Call Me By Your Name are two of my favorite books. This passage from Austen was rolling around in my brain and reminded me of Elio trying to pinpoint when it started with Oliver.

In the book Elio says maybe it started when he saw Oliver arrive at his house the first time, or during a grinding lunch when Elio noticed the untanned parts of Oliver’s body. Andre Aciman writes, “It may have started during those endless hours after lunch when everyone lounged about in bathing suits inside and outside the house… or perhaps it started on the beach. Or at the tennis court. Or during our first walk together on his very first day…”

“But it might have started way later than I think without my noticing anything at all. You see someone, but you don’t really see him, he’s in the wings. Or you notice him, but nothing clicks, nothing “catches,” and before you’re even aware of a presence, or of something troubling you, the six weeks that were offered you have almost passed and he’s either already gone or just about to leave, and you’re basically scrambling to come to terms with something, which, unbeknownst to you, has been brewing for weeks under your very nose and bears all the symptoms of what you’re forced to call I want. How couldn’t I have known, you ask? I know desire when I see it—and yet this time, it slipped by completely.”

This, my friends, is the very definition of a slow burn.