Video Post Thu, Apr. 17, 2014 14 notes

Okay, so I am totally going to put together a Loki cosplay and recreate this scene, especially considering I go past here every day anyway. It’ll take a while to put together the cosplay, but I already know I want my friend Morgan to photograph me. She does some great Doctor Who cosplay photoshoots. Also, I think I could pull off a pretty decent female Loki. I’m looking forward to this.





Photo Post Wed, Apr. 16, 2014 50 notes

cosmicsyzygy:

Terminal Tower through bus windows. #Cleveland #CLE #ThisIsCLE

*Cough cough*

cosmicsyzygy:

Terminal Tower through bus windows. #Cleveland #CLE #ThisIsCLE

*Cough cough*




Photo Post Wed, Apr. 16, 2014 1 note

Moon reflections.

Moon reflections.




Photo Post Wed, Apr. 16, 2014 50 notes

Terminal Tower through bus windows. #Cleveland #CLE #ThisIsCLE

Terminal Tower through bus windows. #Cleveland #CLE #ThisIsCLE




Text Post Tue, Apr. 15, 2014 2 notes

An excerpt of a Loki fanfic I’m currently writing

            His earliest memories almost always involved Frigga in some way or another. They weren’t very detailed, the images in his head like faded watercolours, but the colours and emotions themselves painted the kind of love she had for him. “Mummy,” he would say, tugging on her long skirts, thumb habitually in his mouth. “Up, Mummy…” There was no place he felt more secure than in her arms, cuddling up close to her neck as he closed his eyes to the world. He loved her warmth. In retrospect, it meant even more to him, now knowing that he wasn’t even her biological son. And not just that, but he was born of the frost giants, the foremost enemies of the Asgardian gods.

            “Stupid woman,” he muttered to himself after hearing of her murder, a look of disgust worn on his face as he sat on a chair and finished a book in a dignified manner. He had been locked in a prison cell on Asgard by the order of Odin for attempting to conquer the human race. Yet the intact chair and the book and the disgust were all but an illusion. Underneath that façade he put on for the other prisoners and the guards, he was really crawled up into a ball on the floor, rocking himself back and forth. Furniture was scattered in pieces around the cell. In the throes of grief and near insanity, he wept silently. The last thing he had said to Frigga was that she wasn’t really his mother. With his arms wrapped around himself, the coldness of a frost giant coursing through his body, he yearned to feel his mother’s warmth once more.






Text Post Tue, Apr. 15, 2014 28 notes

So far in Thor: The Dark World, evil aliens appear to be invading London. Where is the Doctor when you need him??? Oh, wait.







Photo Post Mon, Apr. 14, 2014 11 notes

Well, so I am currently watching Thor: The Dark World and I noticed that the restaurant looked kind of familiar. And then it all hits me. I’ve eaten there before. At the OXO Tower Restaurant in London. And not just that. I sat at the EXACT SAME TABLE. Only like a year before they shot this!
It’s just… what are the chances?!?!?!

Well, so I am currently watching Thor: The Dark World and I noticed that the restaurant looked kind of familiar. And then it all hits me. I’ve eaten there before. At the OXO Tower Restaurant in London. And not just that. I sat at the EXACT SAME TABLE. Only like a year before they shot this!

It’s just… what are the chances?!?!?!




Photo Post Mon, Apr. 14, 2014 8 notes

Calm your tits, Tumblr!

Calm your tits, Tumblr!



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