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Lillie. ♔ Pronouns: They/Theirs. 24. Mentally/chronically ill ace. Exclusionists: don't interact. Gothic dandy. Literature-lover and art afficionado. I also cry about comics a lot. Art Instagram: LigerLillie


fuckyeahcomicloki-blog:
““ Alas, poor Balder!
I knew him, Horatio.
” ”

fuckyeahcomicloki-blog:

Alas, poor Balder!
I knew him, Horatio. 

daywatch:

evilsupplyco:

So when YOU sew a bunch of unmatched parts together, it is “a quilt” and “a beautiful gift” and “will assuredly become a family heirloom” but when I sew a bunch of unmatched parts together it is “A MONSTER” and “AN ABOMINATION, AN AFFRONT TO THE GODS” and goes on “A MURDEROUS KILLING SPREE.”

Well MAYBE if you BOTHERED TO NAME HIM or I don’t know, DIDN’T BECOME DEATHLY ILL FROM THE SIGHT OF HIM MOVING we wouldn’t HAVE THIS PROBLEM

fyeahmarvel:

Iron Man 3 (2013) 

aroacepagans:

aroacepagans:

Pagan holiday’s are fun cus no one can figure out if they should preface their holiday greatings with “happy” “merry” or “blessed”

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@greed-the-dorkalicious you’re right and you should say it

youmakemeageneva:

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Shelley, the large-eyed poet

had some very doe-like eyes.

And if you ever saw them,

you would comment on their size.

All of the boys at Eton

used to call him such a dork.

They always mocked poor Shelley,

until he stabbed them with a fork~.

🎊🎄🎉

@incorrect-romanticism @theetonatheist

I went back to re-read Loki: Agent of Asgard (Issue #9) and THERE IS A PANEL FROM A THOR COMIC ON LOKI’S WALL.

blipblorpsnork:

Sir that’s my emotional support hyperfixation

ADHD culture is being so incredibly tired but refusing to sleep

clairion-call:

me: say those three words and I’m yours

college library online database: full text available

ideasareanadventure:

There was one time Marvel transformed itself into Thor: Ragnarok and it knows that I love conflict resolution. So, I went to pick up Thor: Ragnarok to admire it and it transformed into Avengers: Infinity War and it was like, “Mblergh, it’s me!” And it stabbed me. I was twenty-three at the time.

I put this post on Facebook and one of my friends immediately texted asking if I was ok (I may never be okay)