endiness:

negl. loki’s characterization in ragnarok feels like it was created by someone who hates loki. that’s how bad, cartoonish, and one-dimensional it is and how inaccurate it is to literally every other version of him that was established in the three movies preceding it (which ragnarok mocked.) ¯_(ツ)_/¯

aprillikesthings:

imaginehanniballecter:

not to sound like jane austen or anything but if ur fic is labelled slow burn those two fucks better not even touch pinkies until like chapter 57 by the time they are even in a room alone together i want to be half dead of blueballs and i want their heated gazes to revive me im js 

#i like reverse slow burn

#let’s start fucking in chapter one

#and confess our love for each other in chapter 57

OH MY GOD ME TOOOOOOOO

sappheau:

sappheau:

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

and there isn’t just “one other person” out there waiting for you. you can love multiple people over your lifetime. you can love multiple people at once. you can have more than one soulmate, or none. you can be your own soulmate. 

my point is…you aren’t missing your “other half.” you are a whole person by yourself, and if you love someone, you need to understand that they are a whole person too, not your “other half.” 

martymartinloki:

tombipetty:

interesting how so many people will agree that “mothering is the hardest/most intense/most important job in the world” but the people who perform the work of mothering for money (daycare workers and nannies) are payed shit wages and nobody cares. it’s almost as if we glorify motherhood to convince women to have children but actually consider the gendered work of caretaking to be worth next to nothing.

Well you hit the nail on the head.