so today, the second to last day of school, my body decides to put me in so much pain i start crying in class and had to have my mom pick me up in a cab since my dad had the car.
can i just go die in a hole or something.
thats the last thing i ever want to happen at school.
“Stop fretting, you don’t look like Sif at all.”
casually throws the movie into the sun for being impossible to find any clothing refs
Thor’s just gross sobbing on Loki’s chest. That boy don’t even care. Cold, Loki. Chilly.
(or does he)The light on Thor’s hair, on Loki’s helmet… *gibbers*
I always wondered what it would be like if Thor was the God of Mischief and Loki was the God of Thunder—if their places were switched, or their personalities. So, here’s a doodle of that! I’ll probably rework this later. 8|a
I’ve read that fic! (it is awesome.)
i want to murder myself
i mean jesus christ
fucking
why me why the hell
