Jul 23, 2025
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if your blog is just full of random porn gifs and no actual people or content creators, i will be blocking you 🤷🏻♀️
it’s clear in my pinned post if you would just read it
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an extra scene that i needed to see.
one final lokius meeting — a proper goodbye. after Loki time slips to get Mobius’s advice during their first meeting, after Loki time slips to talk to Sylvie and gets the idea for his final self-sacrificing gambit:
Loki time slips into a random moment we as the audience haven’t seen before, it’s just him and Mobius in the automat, key lime pies in front of each of them, spoons clacking on plates and the hum of the refrigeration system. Mobius is in the middle of one of his anecdotes about jet skis or something and Loki time slips in as Mobius looks down to take a bite. He continues talking and Loki just looks at him sad and longingly, taking it all in. The beauty in these small moments, he wishes he paid more attention.
Then he gets the courage to speak up and say what he said to Don!Mobius, with tears welling in his eyes he says, “you know you saved my life when I first arrived. You saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself.” Mobius feels the change in tone, hears the lump in Loki’s throat as he tries to talk around his tears, but he stays quiet and open in his usual way. He leans forward and puts his hand on Loki’s. “Hey Loki are you okay?” At the touch, Loki lets out a sad chuckle almost just an exhalation of breath to keep from losing it completely, “Did you know you were the God of Mischief’s first and best friend?”
His tears fall freely as he lowers his gaze. Composing himself, he looks back up at Mobius for what is almost certainly the last time, and with all the control over his emotions he can muster, says “thank you for showing me what it means to be loved and wanted and cared for, for showing me that being good was a real option, I’ve never known that before and it’s made all the difference I promise you. I love you my friend, I will miss us when this is all over, whatever happens.”
Mobius squeezes Loki’s hand and then wipes away a tear of his own, picks up his spoon and as he scrapes some whipped cream off of his plate, he says, “you know Loki, I feel exactly the same, I — ” but his eyes look up to catch blurry edges and when they focus again the only friend he’s known is nonchalantly taking another bite of pie.
He thinks of this moment often, while he’s staring out into space in his TVA cubicle, files stacked around him, the thriving branches of the timeline glowing on the monitor in the distance, coffee mug suspended halfway to his lips.
I wrote a poem about how Patrick is different from all the others. He Sees You 👀
Tomorrow I’m doing possibly the most canadian (or north american) thing i’ll ever get to do. i’m camping in the woods in a tent with bugs and crawling creatures around and a lake nearby. I’ve done the whole cottage thing plenty times before but this is like the real hardcore shit with possibly no reception and a chance of being exposed to an animal i’d rather not be exposed to. i’ve never done anything like this before and it’s just me and my friend so......... I’m equal parts excited and terrified. the cool thing is all my sweaters are packed in storage with my winter clothes...all except the bright orange fitf sweater i bought at the concert back in may. So i’ll be like a pylon cone in the middle of a canadian forest. i’m hoping the brightness of it will be enough to repel any wild animal.
coincidentally tomorrow would also mark the one year anniversary of taking the oath to becoming a citizen of this glorious country. i think it’s a very appropriate way to celebrate it. As long as I survive!
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“Keep your eyes on me, ok?”
“Ok.”
”You don’t look anywhere else.’
“No.”
An unedited excerpt of the next chapter of the fic i’m ridiculously behind on.
And I do mean unedited lol. Just got it on the page. Shoutout to everyone still rolling along with me and Guarding the Gates! Wanted to share this as a sign of life (for me and the fic). I am, however, including a trigger warning for a very slight, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, hint of past child abuse.
if this tickles your fancy, you may like the rest of the fic too, a slightly-AU, slightly dark story of the first war with Voldemort, with a slow burn Jily romance and a couple of my favorite tropes: Guarding the Gates on AO3
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