liefullyloki:

theasgardianpirate:

liefullyloki:

theasgardianpirate:

liefullyloki:

Loki decided to take a walk. It was something he occasionally did. He left a note on the kitchen counter so Sigyn wouldn’t wonder what happened. He then walked a few blocks out of Sigyn’s neighborhood and entered into town. No matter where he ventured, Watkins Glen tended to be a quiet village. He did not object to that. The quiet was perhaps best for him after all he’d been dealing with. Though, every so often, he found himself wishing to see city life again. For that reason, Loki then teleported himself to New York city.

While it was perhaps a good 200 miles or more from the village, the distance was of little effort to him. He started walking aimlessly through the various neighborhoods of New York and eventually found himself in Times Square, a busy intersection. He blended into the crowds of people walking through Times Square, perhaps because of his civilian attire that, while a slight bit different, seemed to fit with everyone else’s odd ensembles and professional attire. 

He always found Times Square to be something of a cluttered mess, though interesting, nonetheless. He stepped closer to one of the curbs, waiting for the light to signal his and several others’ turn to cross the street. As he slowly gravitated toward the curb, he looked up at all the signs and wavering words on screens. He was so enthralled by the current advertisement on one such screen, that e accidentally bumped into another person waiting for the light to change as he stepped forward. “Oh, I am… sorry,” he began to say, before really looking at who it was he accidentally bumped into. 

Loki had only been back on Earth for a few days. He’d been captive on Asgard for months. Longer it seemed to the god of chaos. He returned to New York, finding the condo he had been hiding out in still intact. That was a good thing at least. The first and only on the list. 

The few people had cared about and let into his world were now gone. Left in his absence. The former Asgardian pulled on some more casual clothes, almost despising himself even as he did. However he hardly wished to draw attention to himself now. Thor was still in too much contact with the Avengers. He’d find Loki. He didn’t want to put forth the energy to shift into someone else either. He wasn’t quite that worried about being caught. 

He lived close to Times Square so that’s where he went. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the grey sweatshirt he wore, his eyes were unusually focused on the ground. The hood of the sweatshirt narrowing his view. He stopped at a light, waiting to cross the street. As the light changed someone ran into him. “Hey, how bout you..” His words trailed off when he looked into the face of the man. How could that be possible?

Loki looked to the ground at first to take note of how close to the curb he was then looked up at the face of who he bumped into. He blinked for a second, a little taken aback by the mirrored face that looked back at him, mainly for he was not used to simply bumping into others of his kind on the street like this. His slightly shocked face then quickly changed to confusion then he smiled a little warmly, “A twin? Fancy bumping into you here…” Already his mind buzzed with questions and wonderment of where this chance encounter could lead. 

Loki pushed the hood away from his face, looking his twin over from head to feet. “It would appear that way.” He laughed a little, a sadness in his eyes. “I guess there is no need for introductions then is there?” He tilted his head a little and met the other’s eyes. “I have not seen another in New York in quite some time.” 

“That is interesting. I tend to meet many twins in the city, though I cannot recall ever simply bumping into one quite like this. What a curious coincidence,” Loki followed alongside his twin as the flow of pedestrian traffic commenced crossing the street. “Were you heading anywhere in particular or simply taking a walk?” Loki asked, hoping his question wasn’t intrusive in anyway. 

“I’ve only met one other twin.” He said softly, missing his own lost love. “I am just walking. Enjoying the air. I’ve been gone a long while. What about you?” He glanced to to the other as the got to the other side of the street. The other walkers paid no attention to them. It was just another day. Just another face to them. 

liefullyloki:

theasgardianpirate:

liefullyloki:

Loki decided to take a walk. It was something he occasionally did. He left a note on the kitchen counter so Sigyn wouldn’t wonder what happened. He then walked a few blocks out of Sigyn’s neighborhood and entered into town. No matter where he ventured, Watkins Glen tended to be a quiet village. He did not object to that. The quiet was perhaps best for him after all he’d been dealing with. Though, every so often, he found himself wishing to see city life again. For that reason, Loki then teleported himself to New York city.

While it was perhaps a good 200 miles or more from the village, the distance was of little effort to him. He started walking aimlessly through the various neighborhoods of New York and eventually found himself in Times Square, a busy intersection. He blended into the crowds of people walking through Times Square, perhaps because of his civilian attire that, while a slight bit different, seemed to fit with everyone else’s odd ensembles and professional attire. 

He always found Times Square to be something of a cluttered mess, though interesting, nonetheless. He stepped closer to one of the curbs, waiting for the light to signal his and several others’ turn to cross the street. As he slowly gravitated toward the curb, he looked up at all the signs and wavering words on screens. He was so enthralled by the current advertisement on one such screen, that e accidentally bumped into another person waiting for the light to change as he stepped forward. “Oh, I am… sorry,” he began to say, before really looking at who it was he accidentally bumped into. 

Loki had only been back on Earth for a few days. He’d been captive on Asgard for months. Longer it seemed to the god of chaos. He returned to New York, finding the condo he had been hiding out in still intact. That was a good thing at least. The first and only on the list. 

The few people had cared about and let into his world were now gone. Left in his absence. The former Asgardian pulled on some more casual clothes, almost despising himself even as he did. However he hardly wished to draw attention to himself now. Thor was still in too much contact with the Avengers. He’d find Loki. He didn’t want to put forth the energy to shift into someone else either. He wasn’t quite that worried about being caught. 

He lived close to Times Square so that’s where he went. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the grey sweatshirt he wore, his eyes were unusually focused on the ground. The hood of the sweatshirt narrowing his view. He stopped at a light, waiting to cross the street. As the light changed someone ran into him. “Hey, how bout you..” His words trailed off when he looked into the face of the man. How could that be possible?

Loki looked to the ground at first to take note of how close to the curb he was then looked up at the face of who he bumped into. He blinked for a second, a little taken aback by the mirrored face that looked back at him, mainly for he was not used to simply bumping into others of his kind on the street like this. His slightly shocked face then quickly changed to confusion then he smiled a little warmly, “A twin? Fancy bumping into you here…” Already his mind buzzed with questions and wonderment of where this chance encounter could lead. 

Loki pushed the hood away from his face, looking his twin over from head to feet. “It would appear that way.” He laughed a little, a sadness in his eyes. “I guess there is no need for introductions then is there?” He tilted his head a little and met the other’s eyes. “I have not seen another in New York in quite some time.” 

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greenlion4:

It’s called, “Everyone On Tumblr Is Martin Freeman”

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cumberhug:

p

justanotherstupidape:

smokingcolt:

neeble:

enoshimatroll:

endless-wandering:

idknowlol:

How cool would it be to tell people you woke up and your man had a warm cup if coffee for you. And y’all sat outside and talked while you sipped the coffee on a beautiful fall morning. and when you got to the last sip of the cup you realized he was asking you to marry him? That’s perfection, right there.

omg if only

no you know what would be funny though 

is if you got up one morning and your guy is like “i made coffee for you” and you reply “i’m not thirsty right now, but thanks” and he puts the coffee in your hands and he’s goes  ”no you have to drink it” and you look at him incredulously and repeat “but i’m not thirsty” and he’s like “drink it” and you refuse to and he just follows you around throughout the day, carrying the same cup of coffee and begging you “please drink it” and you’re so confused because it’s four in the afternoon and you don’t even like coffee  

You don’t want to waste your dishware so you just keep using this mug. And then your friend comes over and you give them this glass. And you don’t realize it. When they’re done with their coffee, they glance up at you, and raise an eyebrow awkwardly. You smile politely because that’s the nice thing to do, not knowing what they just read.

You are suddenly sucked into a time vortex. Twenty years later. You are still married to your best friend. Your former significant other has become the neighborhood homeless person. They’re crazy. They talk to pigeons and throw crackers at you. You are fantastically rich. You have three kids. Everything is perfect in this alternate timeline where you gave your friend the “Marry Me” cup.

But there is something inherently wrong. You, and the hobo down the street know there’s something up. The very fabric of time and space is tearing at the seams.

Marry Me: A Science Fiction Saga

I give you a hamburger.

BEST CROSS-POST JOKE

another hipster post ruined good job

(Source: rachel-the-riveter, via tomhiddlesun)

liefullyloki:

Loki decided to take a walk. It was something he occasionally did. He left a note on the kitchen counter so Sigyn wouldn’t wonder what happened. He then walked a few blocks out of Sigyn’s neighborhood and entered into town. No matter where he ventured, Watkins Glen tended to be a quiet village. He did not object to that. The quiet was perhaps best for him after all he’d been dealing with. Though, every so often, he found himself wishing to see city life again. For that reason, Loki then teleported himself to New York city.

While it was perhaps a good 200 miles or more from the village, the distance was of little effort to him. He started walking aimlessly through the various neighborhoods of New York and eventually found himself in Times Square, a busy intersection. He blended into the crowds of people walking through Times Square, perhaps because of his civilian attire that, while a slight bit different, seemed to fit with everyone else’s odd ensembles and professional attire. 

He always found Times Square to be something of a cluttered mess, though interesting, nonetheless. He stepped closer to one of the curbs, waiting for the light to signal his and several others’ turn to cross the street. As he slowly gravitated toward the curb, he looked up at all the signs and wavering words on screens. He was so enthralled by the current advertisement on one such screen, that e accidentally bumped into another person waiting for the light to change as he stepped forward. “Oh, I am… sorry,” he began to say, before really looking at who it was he accidentally bumped into. 

Loki had only been back on Earth for a few days. He’d been captive on Asgard for months. Longer it seemed to the god of chaos. He returned to New York, finding the condo he had been hiding out in still intact. That was a good thing at least. The first and only on the list. 

The few people had cared about and let into his world were now gone. Left in his absence. The former Asgardian pulled on some more casual clothes, almost despising himself even as he did. However he hardly wished to draw attention to himself now. Thor was still in too much contact with the Avengers. He’d find Loki. He didn’t want to put forth the energy to shift into someone else either. He wasn’t quite that worried about being caught. 

He lived close to Times Square so that’s where he went. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the grey sweatshirt he wore, his eyes were unusually focused on the ground. The hood of the sweatshirt narrowing his view. He stopped at a light, waiting to cross the street. As the light changed someone ran into him. “Hey, how bout you..” His words trailed off when he looked into the face of the man. How could that be possible?

allofthesherlock:

Fuck you, I won a BAFTA!

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(Source: mad-prince-loki, via liefullyloki)