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Just The Touch Of Your Love

Summary: When Loki finds out you’re a tad bit touch-starved, he decides to take matters into his own hands… literally.

Warnings: none? massive fluff

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Coming to theaters near you: neurodivergent wedding caterer looses their shit as a group near them shout for no fucking reason.

I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch

Men with long hair and women with short hair. Gender norms are just so you don’t look pretty.

Men with…. Men wi……. Men with lo……. Men with long hair…… Pretty…..

Reblogging this because, while I’m a fucking twig, I am also an afab autistic—who has 8 doctors (13 if you include the specialists/surgeons I don’t see anymore). Knowing how to speak to doctors is so important; I started seeing a neurologist when I was 7 (I get migraines and have multiple ‘risk factors’ for them, so there isn’t really one true cause), so I grew up with peds (pediatricians), as any child would, but my visits to the doctor were far more frequent than most.

Pro tip I can give for pm anyone: look. Up. Your. Condition. Even if it’s something you think you have (i.e: not diagnosed), look it up, because when you start pulling out terminology that doctors know—so you’re meaning them on their level instead of vis versa—they tend to take you a bit more seriously.

Sleeping Beauty

Summary: You’re a maladaptive daydreamer and Loki hears you talking to no one in the middle of the night.

Warnings: implied smut, swear words, fluffiness

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A/N: Alright, I thought I would finally do ships, because people seem to like them so why not:)💕

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Tony dies:

Marvel/Russo brothers:

A Gift (Loki x Reader)

Summary: Loki gives the reader a sword for valentines day and teaches them how to use it. Thor mistakes the gift as proof of an engagement.

Note: Screw roses and chocolate, I want a sword as a declaration of love! Also, screw canon and characters dying; everyone is alive and happy and healed. Please let me know what you think, feedback makes me strong and keeps me motivated to write more! Have a great day :D

Words: 1817 

It wasn’t the fact that someone had snuck into your room in the dead of night that bothered you. After all, FRIDAY would have alerted you if they meant harm and if, by some terrifying twist of genius, they’d evaded her scanners then they still hadn’t meant to hurt you as they’d left you sleeping peacefully through the night.

It wasn’t even that they’d tidied up - although that was rather strange. No, what bothered you was that, after silently cleaning your apartment, the intruder had left nothing but a long box on your table. No note, no explanation. Just a box, wrapped beautifully in dark green paper. 

Naturally, you had FRIDAY run a few tests on the box to prove that it was safe to open. She confirmed that there were no dangerous trace readings or anything to be worried about but suggested caution nonetheless. Expecting some kind of biological weapon or hidden explosives, you were quite surprised to find a sword. 

It was beyond beautiful. The blade was perfectly balanced, just the right side of heavy for you to comfortably lift and manoeuvre it, but deceptively sharp. (The first thing you’d done was run your fingers along the immaculate surface and cut yourself on the edge.) The hilt was like something from a fairytale. Made of a golden alloy of some kind, decorated with the most intricate swirling designs, you surmised it had to be centuries old at least; craftmanship of this quality simply didn’t exist nowadays. 

It was everything you could have dreamed of in a sword - and you had dreamed of owning one for so long - but it didn’t explain why it was there or why your mysterious giftee wanted to remain anonymous. 

However, you’d come to accept that life - your life, especially - rarely made much sense so, instead of worrying, you grabbed the sword and did what any normal person in your position would have done. (Probably; you’d spent so many years surrounded by super assassins and aliens that your definition of ‘normal’ was somewhat screwed.) You strode through the Compound like a proud soldier off to war, down to the training room where you intended to slash and stab the crap out of the training dummies. 

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“I don’t want to do any eyebrow twitching or mustache twiddling. I don’t want to do sort of like a charactertured villain.  I’ve tried very much to make Loki psychologically plausible. Someone who’s damaged and very, very intelligent  and is able to sow the seeds of deceit.” — Tom Hiddleston