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Scott did as he was told, more out of a panicked confusion than actual obedience. Then when the masonry crashes right where Scott would have been does he let out a yelp of shock and horror. Holy shit that could’ve been me!

He looks at the projection in amazement and some fear, clearly trying to recover from what just happened.

I will tell you a secret. I personally don’t even really care about Sylki that much. I just make the anti jokes because I think they’re funny, you know? if people don’t like that and want to unfollow, that’s completely fine by me

it’s also funny that you have the experience of never seeing anti-Lokius, while I have actually unfollowed and blocked Sylki shippers a couple of times, because they were so overly aggressive about the pairing and being anti-Lokius is a part of their brand.

… actually that’s not funny at all, is it? just means both sides contain some real assholes, you can’t escape it, and “ship and let ship” is truly dead

Tony didn't know whether to be angry or confused as he sit in the most uncomfortable orange plastic chair, with his hands manacled together and stuck in what he could only assume was an interrogation room. Burnt orange and beige lined the walls in a way that reminded the Iron Man of an old 70s office building, though something about the place felt both retro and out of time all at once and that alone seemed to match who his kidnappers may have been.

The logo on his jumpsuit read TVA and everything about the place had been branded with hourglasses and mentions of timelines as if they were run of the mill work for these individuals. 'For all Time. Always.' Had been plastered onto the bottom of an insignia on the marble floors of a circular chamber he had been walked through. The Avenger was able to make one logical conclusion, these people thought they were Time Cops. Any other day Tony would have made a slew of references and jokes about it but in his current predicament that may have been more of a hinderance than help.

Instead the Iron Man does what he always knows is reliable in cases where he needs more information, he kicks his feet up on the table, lays his head back to stare at the ceiling in faux disinterest and waits for someone to lord what he wants to know over his head and slowly make them reveal it to him. Being annoying as hell and uninterested tended to rub those in positions of "authority" the wrong way and it made him laugh every single time.

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

So are you asking if I ever exercise my impressive imagination in your general direction, or if said imaginary scenarios are a little more targeted? Since you haven't bothered to visit in person, it would serve you right if I didn't let you in on any of my scandalous secrets, whether they feature you or not.

But...I'm feeling generous. And shameless, so I guess I'll share with the group.

You pop up in here often enough that I've come to associate this place — my workshop — with you. Which is a bullshit psychological motivator for something that I already wanted in the first place, but that's how the mind works. I feel safe here, and though it kind of pisses me off, since you're not actually here anyway, by default you feel safe, too. Unwise, I know. Believe me, I am aware. But it's where we're at.

Tagged by @benevolentgodloki thinks for thanking of me, Pirate!

3 ships you like: oh man uhhhh let’s see. Microscope (Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne), Scoundress (Han Solo/Leia Organa), and Zutara (Zuko/Katara)

First ship ever: First ever? I guess that would be…Simba and Nala? Waaaaaaaaay before I even knew what shipping was 😂

Last song that you heard: Unknown Stuntman by Blake Shelton

Favorite childhood book: That would either be one of the many Nancy Drew books or The Chronicles of Narnia

Currently reading: Dead Eye (The Gray Man series book 4) by Mark Greaney

Currently watching: The Women’s College World Series tbh

Currently consuming: air

Currently craving: chocolate cake

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It's a funny thing: part of him feels entirely checked-out of the present as he contines to stare at the well-kept frontage of the house which should be his own; the echo of a life unlived. Part of him ruminates on the concept of the present itself: a whole new perspective to what lays before him. The draw is inescapable, but that doesn't make it without its own concerns.

A regular life on a timeline. Huh. This is gonna take some getting used to, after all. Never mind the crushing spectire of his own mortality to consider, he's got to start from scratch. Didn't even think to ask for a returement bonus from the TVA to kickstart himself, either. Still, Mobius doesn't dwell on the particulars as he remains watching the house: after everything they'd been through, it would be a piece of pie. Only thing to work out is gonna be how to fill his days. He'd always expected work to fill the hours, after all.

There isn't time to reflect on excitement, as it arrives mere moments after the thought drifts through his head as though an unconscious prayer answered. He doesn't turn to look at Loki yet, though impulse screams at him to seize the guy and ask fifty questions about who when and how; to understand the context of what had unfolded at the truest level and ask if more needs to be done. The urge burns in him, but something keeps his glassy gaze fixed on one of the bikes abandoned out front. He'll have to move soon: he knows he'd want to take it into the garage before it gets dark.

"Not who," he says at last, when the brief silence has become unbearable. In spite of bubbling emotions, his speech remains, as ever, laconic in delivery. "More like what."

Olympic teams of all the earthling and non earthling sports 

Community cinema and filmmakers that somehow win the Oscar

Singers becoming really famous after winning the New Asgard’s Got Talent

Painters and sculptors winning many art prizes

Writers producing best sellers that will eventually become movies