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rb this and tag your height, age, and your favourite type of milk (or if you hate it, why?)
im 5"10, 19, and i hate milk because it doesn’t even taste good.
i hate climate change. it’s too early for seasonal depression to be kicking my ass
Ahem.
Ab
Yep.
Your new names would most likely belong to important characters, while Ab here would absolutly be comedic relief.
Remove the first and last letter of your name. Let's see how cool is your new name.
Ranci.
She’s going to rip his heart out one day.
(Ok technically these drawings don’t exist together (ones just a cute skilene doodle, the other for the traitor Marlene au))
@nightydraws hope you like :)))
BIRDTOBER DAY TWO!!!
I tried to go more abstract but uh……………
Well Hello there!
Hi! My name's Rory. Here's a bit about me • ISTP • Minor (no you don't get to know my actual age) • Slytherin • Pianist • Agender • Aroace • Fandoms: Osemanverse, Riordanverse, Marauders, WTNV, TMA, Hamilton • Music artists: Maneskin, ABBA, Asking Alexandria, David Bowie, Queen, MCR, The Beatles, more that I can't remember to put at the moment. • Autism • Spoonie (Chronic Migraines + Vertigo) • Greek Mythology Special Interest • Anxiety • Pagan (Hellenic) So that's a bit abt me! I take requests on well, fun facts or just me talking abt animals, cryptids, mythology, paganism, my illnesses(ugh calling them that sounds so weird but idk what else to call them) both mental and physical, and other general questions. I'll mention a few of my hcs if asked to I guess. this blog is mostly gonna be for fun, random shit I guess. anyways, have a great rest of your... night or day or whatever time you see this -Follows from @yesimdeadnow
I only have vace left to complete my main menu. I don’t like vace. I don’t want to get vace. I need the achievement. I tried once before and I couldn’t.
Day 3 Stagnant
This took me twenty minutes, but I actually don't hate it
The show rn is Heartstopper.
To put it flat, and don't hate me, I don't like it.
I don't normally like RomComs or romance centered media in general (though I do make exceptions sometimes) so that's already turned it off for me. And the fact that it was pitched to me as not having a good plot? No thank you.
Having said that, this is my friend's place and he likes the show. I'm not gonna stop him from watching what he wants in his own home.
Though, I am a bit frustrated that I can't watch what I'd like to. I was told several times that I could, and I started the movie several times, but it was interrupted every time to play a game or watch something else real fast.
Again, it's his and my sister's place, so I'm not gonna complain. I'll just silently stew.
Back to the topic: I don't like Heartstopper for several reasons. I don't think I'll ever like it. I don't plan on watching it on my own, actually.
Please don't even try to change my mind on this.
Polyvore is Dead
Eleven years ago, on February 1, 2007, a fashion website captivated people into making an account and from that amazing idea, people became loyal and valued members. A website where creativity reigned supreme and fashion is the opiate of choice. That website was called ‘‘Polyvore.” Over time, the fan base for that grew and grew until they decided to modernize by coming up with an app for smartphones as society increased with their usage and convenience. I am proud to say that I am a loyal Polyvore fan, even before I signed up for the website.
Seeing those beautiful outfits that were created for movies, books, TV Shows, characters, fanfiction stories for OCs, and collections for everything and anything came in plenty: collections on spy gear, princess gowns, Disney Princesses, superheroes, etc. I still remember visiting their website, looking at ‘The Clique’ series outfits and loving every single one that was made.
As I grew up, that passion intensified until I made an account of my very own and I was happy. Now, that joy has turned to despair and disappointment as we say goodbye to this wonderful website that has become not only a part of our daily lives but as an escape from reality from which a world of ‘Pure Imagination’ comes to life.
Millions of fans have downloaded, shared, created, and enjoyed the fashion app Polyvore, who gave users - men, women, and children alike - a chance to express their individuality and imaginative creativity. An app that I, and countless others used daily for fanfictions, pure enjoyment, and a way to bring a little sense of joy to our hectic, stressful lives.
This morning, I went straight into the app for some morning inspiration for one of my many OFC fanfic fashion sets, when I found it to be completely closed off. Naturally, I thought they were having some system problems, so I thought nothing of it. Thinking to myself - and those who use the app and/or website - by this afternoon or the evening, Polyvore would be fixed.
Needless to say, I was thoroughly disappointed with that naïve idea, when all it said was ‘No Network Connection.’ I didn’t know what was going on and, naturally, I panicked. Alright...some of you might think of me as over dramatic and a wuss for that, but I was scared. Everything that I’ve done in the name of self-expression, art, fashion, individuality, creativity, and imagination, was not available for anyone to see, much less me. Even friends and followers who I’ve made and commented on their ‘art’ has been completely shut out from us.
When I saw the blog post and read that another website company bought Polyvore, I was heartbroken. Having taken a look at the new website, “SSENSE,” it’s without a doubt: a disappointment...with a capital ‘D’. There’s not a shred of individuality, no sense of creativity; just a fashion site to buy things from like Barney’s, Saks, or even Macy’s. The once independent, one-of-a-kind, interesting fashion website has become just like every other fashion website out there: dull and uninteresting. This is a website that people would rather not sign up for, much less buy from it. If I wanted to buy something, I’ll go on the infinite number of websites for different companies and buy from there.
Honestly, this is what they’ve done to Polyvore. To them, it was a great move, but to the loyal and dedicated fans who signed up for these accounts, made friends, expressed their artistic vision of what they see it as for themselves - and receiving positive criticism for it, nevertheless - it was the single most horrific deal ever made. And I hope someone brings it back because I want to express myself through fashion and Polyvore has always been a way for me to be an artist through that medium.
In the immortal words of fashion icon, Blair Waldorf: “Fashion is the most powerful art there is. It’s movement, design, and architecture all in one. It shows the world who we are and who we’d like to be.”
And, I, for one, would feel very lonely without it. Share, reblog, retweet, and comment on your feelings about this.
For those who would like to bring it back and fight to keep Polyvore up and running, sign the petition by clicking on this link and make your voice heard:
https://www.change.org/p/former-polyvore-users-creative-minds-bring-back-polyvore?recruiter=508840244&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_message.nafta_milestone_share_ask_victory.control
an agressively white bracelet
I Won’t Give Up On You (Loki x PlusSize!Reader)
Request: Hi, i love your style of writing so much! 😍 Can I please get number 25 and 32 with Loki? Thank you so much ❤
Summary: The reader helps save Loki from Thanos’ control and becomes an Avenger.
Words: 1965 (woooooow)
Characters/Pairings: Loki x reader, Tony Stark, Thor, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Eric Selvig
Warnings: Angst, character ‘death’, alien invasion
A/N: Alright guys so this is the last request on my list so please send me some more to keep this blog going!
“You want me to do what now?” She rose a brow at the man in the star-spangled suit. She leaned back in her plush armchair. Her gaze moved over to the long-haired blonde one and then over to the one in a fancy suit jacket and a Black Sabbath tee.
“We need you to look into my brother’s mind to find out what he is plotting.” The one with long hair said again. Her (e/c) were piercing as she looked at each of them in the eye, it was as if she was looking directly into their souls.
“Alright.” She shrugged, grabbing her knitted sweater. Their faces contorted in shock.
“That’s it?” The short one asked, looking put off by how easily she agreed.
“Well… Yeah. So, are you gonna show me the way or not?” She shouldered her designer backpack and waved her hand to her office door.
The man named Nick Fury and a woman by the name of Natasha led (Y/N) down a corridor to a large set of automatic doors.
“Be careful with this one, he’s a Master of Lies and Mischief, and he won’t hesitate to kill you given the chance,” Nick said as he pressed his hand over the scanner and the doors slid open. Inside a man dressed in green and, gold armor stood proudly.
“Not everyone is as they seem,” (Y/N) said as she entered the room, the door closing behind her. The clicks of her boots drew the attention of the god but he did not turn to gaze at her. Always the one for dramatics.
“Well, well, has Fury sent me a new toy to play with?” Loki finally slowly turned to face the woman who had seated herself on the chair just in front of the glass separating the two.
She was a plump woman with very nice curves that drew his gaze. Her hands were folded over her lap were a notepad lay. Her (h/c) hair was thrown up into an attractive messy bun that framed her round face nicely.
“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I’m a psychologist from New York. I was hired by S.H.I.E.L.D to talk to you.” She shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up ever so slightly. His eyes were instantly drawn to it.
“So, I guess I’ll start off by telling you a bit about myself. I was born and raised in a little town in Washington State, and I moved here to find better opportunities. I became a psychologist a few years ago. I have a cat and live in a small apartment in Brooklyn.”
He eyed her wearily, unsure of where she was going with this. She was hired by these mortals to find out what his plan was but not even the Widow had approached him in such a roundabout way.
“What is it you want from me?” He approached the glass, trying to read her. But as she sat there with a soft smile and an understanding look in her eyes, he couldn’t find anything worthwhile.
“I just want to talk. S.H.I.E.L.D hired me to find out what you were up to but honestly, I couldn’t care less. However, from the footage I saw from when you first showed up… I’m curious as to why you looked so horrid for someone claiming to want to take over our planet.”
Loki knew the answer of course, but he wasn’t about to divulge this girl in that story. He smirked and licked his lips.
“Oh? And how did I look?”
“Tortured. Like a man who had hit rock bottom and had only one option. To follow orders.” She spoke bluntly but softly as if to not set him off. But it was too late for that.
“What do you know? You don’t know what it’s like to be cast out! To be looked over! To practically be on your knees!” Loki’s rage suddenly broke free, he slammed his fist on the glass and glowered down at the woman.
“Don’t I?” She whispered, her eyes turning down to her hands. “Being the second youngest of five isn’t as great as it seems. Especially when your parents only want the best.”
Loki’s intense gaze softened as he listened to her.
“I was never the smartest, nor the prettiest. Everything I would do, everything I accomplished was already done by my older siblings… and my youngest would receive all the attention. It was as if I didn’t exist to them. It was all about my siblings…”
“…Did you hate them?” Loki asked, lowering his palm down the glass. She sniffed and shook her head. He rose a brow in confusion.
“No, no I didn’t. Well, at first, I did. I blamed everyone and myself for what was happening to me. I hated my siblings and my parents. But, as I grew older, I came to realize that even though my parents shunned me, my siblings always defended me, always praised me. I was blind to that because of my own self-pity.”
Loki didn’t know what to say to that. Suddenly, he was back on that rainbow bridge, his brother holding him up. He remembers feeling so lost as his father looked down on him in disappointment. He didn’t even glance at the anguished look in Thor’s eyes.
“Loki, no matter how hard the situation seems, or how alone you feel, there is always someone there for you.” (Y/N) smiled up at him as his body relaxed and he gazed back at her with damp eyes.
“I-I never meant for anyone to get hurt,” He muttered. She nodded, standing and walking up the glass and resting her palm on where his rest.
“We never do, Loki. But sometimes, we just lose sight of the path… We just need someone to lead us back.” Abruptly, the entire ship shook, nearly knocking (Y/N) off her feet. And like a spell was broken, Loki looked down at (Y/N) with that same crazed look in his eyes.
“Loki?”
“You think too highly of yourself, you quim. Did you really think you could help me? It’s too late!” He laughed as a group of agents burst into the room, leading (Y/N) away, telling her to get to a safer place.
“I’m not going to give up on you, Loki!” She shouted as the doors closed. She was shoved onto a chopper that took off immediately, dodging shots from a rogue quinjet.
She didn’t see him again until he was atop the Stark Tower. She had noticed the quinjet from her office not too far from the Tower. Figuring it was Tony and the others, she made her way there. How wrong she was.
“I already told you, it’s too late.” He scowled down at her, but at this proximity, she could see the desperation in his eyes. She had been discovered as she made her way up and was brought to Loki to decide what to do with her.
She had been trying to convince him to end this.
“Loki, whoever’s making you do this, we can hide you, we can keep you safe! Please!” She grasped his hand in hers. He tore his hand away.
“You can’t stop this, (Y/N)! Stop trying…” He looked up at her with defeated, tired eyes. “I have.”
She frowned and drew her hand back and cracked it across his cheek. “Enough! Stop with the tough guy act! Stop with all the damn self-pity! End this, Loki!” She growled in his face, pulling him closer by his collar.
His eyes were wide as she yelled at him, his cheek stinging. Some clarity returned to his mind. “Thanos will come for me. There isn’t anywhere he won’t find me.” He shook his head.
“Then die.” She shoved him away. His heart dropped at her tone. She was telling him to die, to let Thanos come after him… He studied her, hoping she would say something to let him know she didn’t mean it.
“He can’t find you if you’re dead.” Loki looked at her as if she grew another head. “Thor told me of how he thought you were dead after you fought… Just do it again.”
How can she say these things so bluntly and carelessly? He marched up to her, dropping his scepter and took her in his arms, too overcome with relief to care of how this looked.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Shall we?”
She and Loki called the newly assembled Avengers and explained to them what was really going on. Thor was as relieved as he could be when he learned this wasn’t his brother’s plan. But he was enraged when he heard of what Thanos had done.
The others were obviously doubtful but decided to trust Thor’s and (Y/N)’s judgment. And their plan was set into action.
Loki opened the portal, allowing the Chitauri to invade. Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Tony kept them away from the civilians while Thor fought Loki. Bruce was at the device where the portal was coming from, trying to deactivate it.
(Y/N) had knocked out Selvig by hitting him over the head with a fire extinguisher. Soon Thor had defeated Loki, taking the scepter. He flew up to where Bruce and (Y/N) were.
“Anything?” He asked, his voice strained. (Y/N) shook her head, watching as more Chitauri poured from the portal.
“What if this was all meaningless? They may still find another way here… We need to do more than just close the portal…”
“What do you have in mind, (Y/N)?” Tony asked over the earpiece they had given her.
“Something crazy…”
A nuclear bomb was indeed crazy, but it worked. The moment the main ship exploded, the soldiers on Earth all collapsed. From what she could hear, there wasn’t as much a there would have been had Loki truly been trying.
After all was said and done, Thor took Loki’s ‘dead’ body back to Asgard. The news was all about this Alien invasion and the people who helped stop it.
(Y/N) sighed as she gazed up at the stars. It has been weeks since then. The casualties of the battle were much lower than she had thought, but then again, Tony and the others were able to evacuate a lot of people before the portal was opened…
But, as happy as she was that it was all over, she felt a strange emptiness in her chest. What was Loki doing now with his newfound freedom? Did he think of her as much as she did him?
She turned to look at her new room. When Tony had finished repairs on the Tower, he invited the Avengers to live there, even (Y/N).
“You’re as much of an Avenger as the rest of us (Y/N),” he had said. She agreed eventually.
A knock at her door had her moving away from her window. She opened it, expecting to see Steve or Tony, but was shocked to see the dark-haired god that had ‘died’ weeks ago.
“L-Loki?” She covered her mouth with her hand. He didn’t say anything besides holding his arms open. She stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his torso.
“You’re here… what happened?” She looked up at him. He smiled slightly at her.
“Odin thought it would be appropriate if I served my time here on Midgard to atone for my wrongdoings…” He brushed her hair from her face. Her soft body pressed against his own. This girl saved him. And he couldn’t be more grateful for her.
“Well, I’m glad that he decided that.” She rested her head on his chest. He nodded in agreement, dropping his head to rest on hers. “Hey, Loki?”
“Hmm?”
“Just hold me.”
“As you will never give up on me, petal, I will never let go of you.”
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jax was sexyman 88 (8ait) and you all fell for it
im disappointed in all of you
GAY RANDY STRAIGHT OLIVER DLC WHEN?!! /lh
☢️This is your sign to make Straight Oliver content ☢️
(this one was made as a response to a fellow Tumblr user but I decided to include it in a separate post so it can show up in #straight oliver)
Guys, can I be the CEO of Straight Oliver? 🙏
i love skibiti toilet for the sole reason that it is a piece of culture that inherently resists being co-opted by advertisers. so many good memes have been destroyed by corporate greed 😔
Y'know what? I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of saying it, because I don't fully believe it. I'm tired of hearing it every time something I loved making goes over looked.
I'm tired of people saying it's not okay to make art for validation, or to want validation for your art, "because you make it for you".
Why do you think song writers and singers sing? Not just because they like it. But because people like it. Because they get something out of it, be it money or fame.
Why do you think studios make films? For shits and giggles? Because they think it's fun to draw? Just because they want to see that movie be made?
They make it for you. They make it for views.
Art is no different.
Fuck, even those examples are types of art- Of course people want to be validated for the things they like! Of course they want to find people who also take joy in the things they make!
IT'S NORMAL, IT HAPPENS, AND ART IS ALMOST ALWAYS MADE WITH THE VIEWER IN MIND! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP SHAMING PEOPLE FOR WANTING TO BE ACCEPTED FOR WHAT THEY LOVE TO DO AND WHAT MAKES THEM HAPPY!
It's not about pandering to your audience, because that is tiring. That is what's unhealthy.
But stop telling people they can't be disappointed when something that they loved isn't as equally loved when they work up the nerve to share it.
What in Cherries name have I made!!!
