#jotunbled

                   ❛    you  know  ,  somehow  i  feel  like  that  look  works  better  on  ME  .    ❜    perched  atop  the  wall  ,  one  knee  hiked  to  rest  his  chin  against  it  ,  head  tilts  curiously  .    ❛    also  ,  personally  ,  i  don't  think  i  would  do  that  if  i  were  you  .  and  i  am  you  —————  technically  ,  at  least  .    ❜

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I have always been one to try and solve things on my own. I never ask for help, unless I’ve exhausted all of the knowledge available to me. (Even then I stubbornly try to figure it out myself.) Thus I have an intense dislike toward 'gofundme’ sites or ‘hand-outs’. I have no desire to throw away money I have worked very hard to earn. If I am asked for money, you better believe I’m going to ensure I give you something to do in exchange. (Nothing bad. I just feel there is more value in money well earned.) ‘Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime.’ -Lao Tzu

Horror. It’s just… so bad these days. I go into a horror movie expecting to be disappointed. (Which is why Annihilation knocked me on my ass.) Then again, the same can be said of 

ME ANSWERING ON LOKI:

Ezio IS LIKE LOL WHAT MUSCLES DOSKX OK ELD

But I mean if you gonna flash a man, be prepared :mag_right:

Heyyo~ 

meister: from one 10 to another- loki: im an 11 but continue

Dull. That might as well be like calling Meister predictable. He fancies himself someone innovative, witty and-- this PERSON should be honored he’s next to him! But for the sake of keeping up appearances, Meister plays along.

@jotunbled

Another night, another gala Meister gatecrashes. It’s like they’re asking for it, really. So much security, yet so many cameras to capture the moment one man ruins a gala planned for months in a matter of hours.

It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get past the first line. He greets the cameras like he’s someone famous, giving them his most charming smile. He manages to make ladies and gentlemen blush alike when his visor flashes a wink here and there (no surprises here, he’s stunning after all). With a few sweet words, security’s under his spell before they even realize he’s here. They let him through.

Once inside, he hops from group to group. Never long enough for people to get his name, but his looks alone strike an impression. He’s dressed to the nines, his suit; a dark, shiny shade of purple with lime accents, the custom-made visor (a different one for every gala!) and the tooth gap are enough to make him stand out in such extravagance. And he lives for the attention, he thrives off of it. ‘Who’s that man? Have you seen him before? He’s gorgeous.’ Are the kind of compliments he craves and takes pride in eliciting out of humans.

                   dracula cocks his head to the side. the brother-gods were just like two children, bickering over long feuds wrought from the seed of distrust. somewhere down the years there had been feelings of betrayal, a notion that he was no stranger to. lips curve; the trail ends of a close-lipped smile rides the danger-edge of his comment.