I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.
Team Cress. Loki's Army. Slytherin. Fire Bender. But most of all...rude and not ginger.
“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”
“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”
“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“HOLD MY HAND.”
“Fine.
“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”
“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”
“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”
“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”
“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”
“…”
“…”
“…THE CHILDREN!”
I’d like to say my intentions weren’t completely self-indulgent, but I’d be lying.
harry potter and the crazy ass rock
harry potter and the hogwarts basement
harry potter and the guy who went to jail
harry potter and the big ass fire cup
harry potter and the secret club no one can know about
harry potter and the vandalized textbook
harry potter and the triangle circle stick
for those not familiar with norse mythology, our bud loki once turned into a mare and got sexed by a giant stallion named svathilfari and produced sleipnir, an 8-legged horse
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West, and my spirit is crying for leaving.
