along the same lines pointing at any green animal “loki??”

if you’re straight you can’t cross the bifrost

if an uncomfortable conversation occurs you suddenly have to go home and [yourname]sleep for a hundred years

loki’s terrible overcomplicated plans

heimdall commits treason every single day and nobody has ever even thought of trying to stop him

odin’s vault is full of things that should not be kept together/anything lost (e. g. “where’s my other sock??” “odins vault probably”)

gET HELP MY BROTHER HE’S DYING (loki flies through the air)

“Day 2737384 without sex: I’m ready to ride a horse. But like, the way Loki did.”

Breaking something any time someone says the word “another”. Like, any context at all

“there’s got to be another w-” *glass shatters off screen* “JEREMY I SWEAR TO FUCK-”

The 5edgy4u types would absolutely joke about Loki yeeting himself off the bifrost so like

*minor inconvenience* “TO THE BIFROST!”

*test goes bad* “TO THE BIFROST!”

*has to do the dishes* “TO THE- (well you get the point)

Giving each other Absolutely Ridiculous titles. (Read: “Bronn, god of that weird itch in your ear that doesn’t go away until you stick something in it”)

*violent thunder* “lmao Mood”

#Odin'sBeardChallenge where everyone tries to grow a majestic ass beard so that eventually they can scream “MY BEARD!” instead of “Odin’s beard” and if it’s Valid someone will say it back

Broke: “MY BEARD!” “Ralph you’re 14 please stop”

Option 2: I have been straight all my life. But you know, there’s always tomorrow, amigo

Option 3: I have been straight all my life. But you know, there’s always tomorrow

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“Mm, not precisely,” said death. “You see, we’re looking for someone who’s good at endings.”

“Ah!”

The retirement party was a small gathering, a table full of finger foods, a bowl of punch. Mingling around the room were the souls of famous writers, directors, comedians, assorted storytellers, and a number of people who had died relatively unknown.

“You see, sometimes there’s a happy ending,” said death. “You live a good long life and you die surrounded by your loved ones, or die in service of some cause you believe in - those are easy. Or maybe the death’s tragic - that’s a very viable sort of ending as well. You’re cut down in the prime of your life, or you never had a chance to begin with, and your death was the capstone to a life of suffering. In either case, it’s relatively easy to have the death make sense in retrospect. Of course, this is the conclusion to your life. How else could it have been?

“Even absurdity,” said death, “even that can make for a meaningful ending. You die by some idiotic accident, or by some one-in-a-million chance you could have never seen coming. As long as you can appreciate the absurdity afterwards, laugh at the abruptness of it, even that can be a perfectly valid way to end a life.

“But all too often,” sighed death, “it doesn’t mean anything at all. People just die, for no good reason. And it is in a sense tragic, in the same way all death can be tragic, but not in a way that makes for a satisfying narrative. You were following the story - and then it’s over, just like that.

“Well,” said death, and stretched. “Enough chit-chat. Let’s see what you can do.” It pulled a bulging folder from its robes. “A 46 year old housewife, mother of two, a blood vessel burst in her head while she was preparing dinner, she died two days later in the hospital. Son had graduated and was still living with them, looking for work; daughter was in college. Marriage was relatively happy, but had long since fallen into routine.” Death tossed over the folder. “All the details of her life in there. Now quick, at the moment you harvest her - make a story of it.”

The soul fumbled with the file, flipped through it rapidly, searching for some sort of narrative thread, some resolution, but nothing immediately stood out. “Ah,” they said, and coughed. “Um, ach, my throat, it’s - ahem, ahem. I’m sorry,” they said, “But if I could just get - ahem - a drink … ?”

Death gave a bored nod.

you say i am too young

too young to be a feminist

too young to know my own sexuality

too young to be depressed

too young to hate

too young to protest

too young to be an activist

too young

too stupid

too naive

and you are right

i am too young

too young to be scared of bullets ricocheting through my school, embedding themselves into my fellow classmates and having to watch as the life from my best friends once bright and hopeful eyes flickers out, knowing i will never be able to apologies for that stupid fight we were having, knowing i will never be able to laugh, smile, or talk with her again, knowing i will never be able to hug her again, knowing i will never be able to tell her i love her one last time

too young to be scared of being raped by a man while i walk down the street in my school uniform because i can feel his eyes watching me and i should have waited for someone to walk with me, i should have waited for jacky to have finished her test so we could walk together because now if something happens to me it’s my fault but i just wanted to go home to get ahead on schoolwork

too young to be scared of finding my friend dead in a sticky pool of her own crimson blood because slitting her wrists and watching the blood flow was better than living or finding her body cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor with candy colored pills scattered around her and stuffed down her throat because she’d rather go out in a loopy daze than try to withstand and fight the torment and i couldn’t make it in time to stop her

too young to be scared of seeing a familiar face on the news because jordan was black and looked older than his actual age and the white middle aged cop shot in “self defense” even though jordan was unarmed and innocent or because elias was muslim and was carrying a “suspiscous” bag and was shot and later died because the police officers thought he was a “terrorist” when elias just wanted to get home to his mom and little sister with a jewelry box to give them, which now sits in peices on the concrete floor

too young to be scared of finding my lgbt friends killled, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused” and katy is finally back from camp but she doesn’t even remember my damn name

too young to be sobbing with such lose and grief over people so dear to me who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain

too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody and beaten by a war i did not start or choose to fight in

you say i am too young

and you are not wrong

i am too young

too young for

H O M O P H O B I A

R A C I S M

S E X I S M

R A P E

S E L F   H A R M

S U I C I D E

G U N   V I O L E N C E

and

S C H O O L   S H O O T I N G S

to be normal to me

i should not be so desensitized by this violent reality

so yes, i am too young

but you cannot blame me

for my hyper awareness of our reality

my generation was born with information at our fingertips

and we have been told to sit still and be quiet

because the adults were talking

but you had your chance

it is now our turn to speak

and our turn to fight

because our rage is pure fire

and with every ragged breath we take

our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery

that is ingrained so deeply in our society

you say we are “too sensitive”

because we are “hormonal teenagers who cannot control our emotions”

and therefore we “cannot have opinions”

but you can no longer invalidate our claims as we yell for change

because the DEATH of our classmates

and the BLOOD of our friends

has paved the path for this revolution

your generation may have won battles

but my generation will be the one to win the war

my generation will be the one to instill change and bring peace

because we grew up in a hating world spiraling into darkness and death

and dying was never our biggest fear

watching the world burn around us was expected

but we fully intend to repair the damage you all have so carelessly done

>>we are generation z and we will be the ones to rise from the ashes<<

3/31/18

started: 2:31 a.m.

THEY EVEN HAVE THEM FOR THE LESS REPRESENTED SEXUALITIES/GENDERS!!! I LOVE THESE!!! I’m demisexual and this is the first time I’ve seen myself represented in art that is LGBT+ and this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen

Someone just told me that no one would read my novel if the main character is gay.

oh?